Megan Hart and Lauren Dane - No Reservations

by No Reservations (lit)

  He laughed, his mouth finding the hollow of her throat, i'm not complaining. In fact, I just had a flash of you in that club we were in, giving me a private dance.' A shiver wracked her at the thought.

  He stilled as she telegraphed how hot she thought that was. 'Let's go.' He pulled her from the room and she grabbed her bag on the way out the door. Once downstairs they grabbed a cab out front and headed a bit away from the Strip to some strip dub, oh scratch that, they were gentlemen t clubs now. Pffft, right. Gentlemen giving women twenty bucks to grind on them was right up there with opening doors for them and paying for dinner.

  Men got to admit it was hot, why couldn't women? Well OK, not so much the grinding part. Kate didn't have any desire to pay a stripper to grind on her, but the idea of sex being so blatant the way it was at a club like the one they were going to was appealing in some sense. Not every day appealing, but certainly sexy. Whatever, it connected to that part of her that liked to be looked at and objectified on some level.

  Just thinking about it made her tingly. She scrambled onto his lap and went for his lips. He met her kiss with a groan of pleasure as he held her to his body. The strength of his hands, splayed on her back, drove her insane. It was so good with him. Better than it had ever been with anyone. Each time he touched her she craved him more.

  She pulled her hair loose and it slid around his face, curtaining them off. His breath was hers as her tongue slid through the softness of his mouth.

  'Your cunt is so hot,' he said into her mouth and she drew in a shaky breath.

  'Uh, we're here,' the cabbie called out as they came to a halt.

  Kate grinned and got out when he opened the door. What the hell? She wouldn't see any of these people ever again and, hello, it was Las Vegas during a fetish convention!

  The smile and looks she got at the door and as they walked through the club drove Kate's inner bad girl. There were other women there, but this was not their world. Not as viewers and participants, but as objects to be viewed. There was power in that, the beat of it vibrated through her along with the bass from the music.

  Dix kept his hand on the small of her back. Possessive. A note to the others to look, but not touch. He couldn't keep his eyes off the sway of her ass, of the peek as her skirt moved to expose the creamy expanse of upper thigh. He caught the press of her nipples through the thin material of the bodice of the dress, the curve of her cleavage called to his mouth.

  'Over there.' He motioned with his head to a table off in a far corner. Discreet, but not totally hidden.

  A secret smile touched her lips as she put on another woman's skin. That woman who got off on being seen. He liked that part of her, small enough to be hot, easy enough to thrill, and all his.

  She sat when he held her chair out, the hem of that already short skirt sliding up dangerously high. She leant back, crossing her legs slowly enough to send him a peek of the heaven between them.

  One of her brows lifted as she realised where he was looking. Even better, she trailed her fingertips along the exposed, pale flesh, upher body, over her nipples until they both sighed. When she caught her bottom lip between her teeth his cock hardened to the pointof pain.

  Like he'd stop her. Christ, she was sex on fire right there, the low lights casting shadows in all the right places.

  A waitress came by, bending low, but Kate looked too. How fucking hot was it that his woman appreciated all forms of beauty? Not that the server had anything on all that long-legged, feline sensuality reclining just to his left.

  While we wait for those ridiculously expensive drinks you're totally going to pay for, do you have any cigars left?' She leant towards him to be heard over the music and he nearly swallowed his tongue at the perfect view of a round, hard nipple.

  'Darling Kate, anything you want is yours.' He patted his jacket pocket down and found a cigar.

  Kate watched him avidly as he trimmed the cigar and lit it for her.

  'I don't know what it is about it when you do this sort of guy stuff,' she said, leaning forwards not to take the cigar from him but to take his wrist and take a puff while he still held it. 'It's just so sexy.'

  'Goddamn, woman. I want to eat you up when you're like this. Well, to be honest, I want to eat you up all the time. But right now you're ..." He paused, searching for words but settled for a shrug and licking his lips.

  She sipped her drink, her leg slowly moving back and forth along with the music as she watched the dancer on the stage. And then her hands were on her tits, weighing them.

  'I think having them as big as hers would be uncomfortable. I hear you lose nipple sensation with implants. I'd never want that. This place isn't that bad. Did you have a lap dance? I forgot to ask.'

  'Don't forget to breathe when you're talking. No. I'm saving my innocence for you. By the by, just how much did you drink at that club?' he asked, amused.

  'Enough to mock, but not so much as to get mean. It's a fine line. And it wasn't a strip club. Look at her up there. You can see the lips of her pussy. These ladies get nekkid all the way. The guys at the show tonight didn't show peen. They undulated around. Pretended to be gay, some pretended to be straight. But they kept their tight boy shorts on. Or their tiny Speedo dealies. Whatever. Anyway, none of them was you. None of them made my body tingle just thinking about that thing you do with your tongue when you're licking my clit. That little flutter you do.' Putting her drink aside she stood and moved to stand in front of him. The body part in question right at mouth level. 'Sends me over the edge. Every. Time.'

  He skimmed his palms up over the muscles of her calves, higher, grabbing two handfuls of her ass, hauling her forwards to inhale. The sweet spice of her pussy met his senses. Around them, the lights flickered and something slow with a heavy bass beat pounded. She tunnelled her fingers through his hair and when he looked up, her head was tipped back as her body was offered up to him.

  One of his hands slid up her belly and she opened her eyes and tipped her head forwards to look. So much desire there, raw, on the surface. It snagged her, caught her breath and pulled a gasp from low in her gut.

  No one like you,' Dix murmured. And you're all mine.' His soft laughter caressed her skin and she shivered.

  'I want to see your face when I slide my cunt over your cock.' She lowered herself over his lap slowly, rolling her hips to underline what she'd just told him. Sensation jarred her, jangled her nerves as she ground her swollen, wet pussy over the edge of his cock through his jeans.

  And I want to see your face when you come. Right here in the open with all these men watching you. They are, you know. There's a table just to my left, two of the men are looking at you, looking at your nearly bare ass as you rub yourself on me. And they can't have you. They'll go back to their rooms, or maybe even get a lap dance and think about you.

  She dug her fingertips into the chair above his shoulders, her breath hitching as orgasm began to ride through her system. She was going to come right there as he watched her, as others watched her and fuck if it wasn't hot.

  "When did this exhibition is tic streak - oh, Christ, that felt good — develop, darling Kate?'

  'In the parking garage that day with you. With your fingers in my cunt. Even though we nearly got caught. It — oh my God She had to stop, pushing climax away for a bit longer.

  'You're going to kill me.' The strain in his voice was clear. 'But it'll be a beautiful death after I embarrass myself by coming in my pants like a fourteen-year-old after touching a nipple for the first time.'

  She laughed, swooping down to kiss him. 'I doubt you were as old as fourteen. I'm sure you were groping girls years before that.' Another kiss to the spot between his eyes. 'I love you so much. I love this. I love that I can be all that I am with you.'

  The levity on his face softened, changed, deepened and the corresponding tug in her belly, in her heart made her eyes burn.

  'Pretty, darling Kate, you're everything. I want you with me all the time. Can't you see that?'


  She nodded.

  His thumbs brushed the seam where thigh met body and she stuttered a breath. 'Touching is extra.' She smirked down at him and began to ride him again.

  'Since I can't grope you, I want you to imagine my mouth on you. Licking your nipples, biting them until you gasp. Kissing down your belly. Spreading you wide and licking your pussy. Slow at first until you beg. I like hearing you all impatient and demanding. I like it even more when that dissolves beneath the need to come and you whimper for it.'

  Kate liked that too. Liked it when he tortured her until, when he finally made her come, it hit her so hard everything inside her went molten and time seemed to stop just a moment until it all hurtled over her, submerging her until all she knew was him.

  But she didn't have the patience for that. She wanted to come. Heard the men nearby murmuring, heard the movement of the people all around them, knew there was a woman on the stage undulating, emanating blatant sexual promise. And here she was delivering it.

  'I'm so fucking hot for you. I want to slam you back to that table behind us and fuck you right here and now.'

  She levered forwards, grinding harder, moving on him to angle the pressure where she wanted it and putting her tits right in his face. A guttural sound broke from her lips when he laved over the curve of her breast, wet and warm.

  With her mouth near his ear, she murmured, i'm going to come now, Charles. Wet and hot, my clit against your cock through your jeans. Oh, God yes. I'm imagining your mouth on me, your hands all over my body as I, oh . . .' And it broke, hard and fast, sweeping through her as he whispered back, straining up to meet her body, to keep the pressure where she needed it to prolong the climax.

  He took her mouth again, fiercely, possessively. He owned her in that moment. Hell, he had since he showed up at her hotel room well over a year before and she'd let him in, knowing they'd fuck.

  His taste filled her until she nearly overflowed with it and yet she held on to him, let him plunder her. He finally tore his mouth free. 'Goddamn, I've got to fuck you or I'll die.' He stood and when she didn't walk fast enough, still drunk with endorphins and that kiss, he simply picked her up, taking her from the noise of the club and outside where he grabbed a cab. All as she remained tucked in his arms.

  She perked up a bit in the cab on the way back to the Palisades and then at the Concierge desk where she found four tickets to a very swanky New Year's Eve party being thrown at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in town.

  He looked at the envelope as she chatted about the party and then took the keycard from her other hand. 'Yeah, nice. Here, move so I can get the door open.'

  Once they were in the suite he hustled her towards her room and slammed the door. The look on his face was feral as he tore the clothes from his body. She stepped to him, gently moving his hands and took over.

  'Let me. Let me take care of you like you take care of me.' She kissed over every bit she revealed as she undressed him. Licked across tight nipples, dragged her nails up his sides and down across his lower belly.

  His cock was hard. So hard it tapped his stomach, the head glistening with pre-come. Irresistible. She licked over it, tasting the salt of his body and he jerked in response before hauling her up to her feet.

  'I will be happy to come in your mouth another time. But now, I want to be inside your cunt when I blow. This lap dance will be the way I was imagining back at the club.'

  He sat in a nearby chair and tipped his chin in her direction. She reached back and flipped on the iPod she had plugged into portable speakers and hit the^HC^ me mix. While he watched she stepped out of her panties and approached him.

  She stepped one foot up on the chair, opening herself up, showing him what he did to her. Idly he reached out to draw a fingertip through her pussy, up around her clit, still sensitive, and then up to her mouth where he smeared her honey on her lips.

  Straddling him, she rubbed her bare cunt over his cock, also bare, until he gave a frustrated half-growl. Licking her lips, she rose up enough to grab the base of his cock, angle him just so and sink down hard and fast.

  'Yes. That's the motherfucking way. Sink that cunt down onto me, darling Kate.'

  Such a beautiful, cultured man, such a gorgeous face and what a filthy, dirty mouth. She loved it.

  Dix watched, felt as she undulated on him, rolling her hips, keeping him deep inside her pussy while the music played. First one strap of the dress slid down over the shoulder and off, then the other until those marvellous breasts were bared.

  'This time, I'm touching.' He rolled and pinched her nipples until her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around his cock. Until her eyes blurred and he watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck.

  He was close. So close he very nearly just went into the bathroom at the club and rubbed one out to relieve himself. Instead, he'd waited as she'd curled into him on the cab ride back. Her body heavy and relaxed against him. The heady scent of her pussy had tickled his nose as his cock throbbed to the beat of his pulse.

  'I want you to come inside my cunt,' she whispered, her voice taking on that fevered edge he craved to create.

  Finger it far me first.' He reached down and spread her labia. She was slick and dark there, primed. Her clit was swollen and they both groaned when her middle finger slid around it. Her pussy tightened around him, seizing as she pleasured herself as it pleasured him to watch.

  I'm not taking my time, Dix. You feel so good.' Her eyes dropped to half mast, stoned with pleasure. Greedy. So greedy and it only turned him on more.

  Good. Because I'm really dose.' And she did that thing. That thing where she moved in tight circles, pressing down against him to keep him deep, using his cock to stir within her. The wet, superheated walls of her cunt surrounded him, caressing, stroking, until she started to come and that nearly impossible to resist dutch became unbearably good and he lost it. Hurtled into climax with her, holding her tight, down against him as it kept on, wave after wave, until he nearly slid from the chair.

  He managed to get them both to the bed where they lay quietly, regaining their breath. She wriggled from the dress, sitting up to toss it in a nearby chair, turning the music off while she was within reach.

  'If I go to sleep, please feel free to wake me in a few hours with sex,' she mumbled, turning her body into his. Burrowing into him, her head finding its place, pillowed on his biceps, fitting just beneath his chin. Right where she was meant to be.

  'I love you, Katherine.'

  'Minili, me too.' She snuggled in, her nose snuffling into him, making him smile at how silly and tender she made him feel even as he was ready to fuck her again. Even as he wanted to tie her up and keep her with him and simply make the choice to move in together at last.

  He'd bring it up when they woke up. New Year's Eve was in a few hours. He'd fuck her, bathe her and feed her, maybe not in that order, but those were the things she found most relaxing. While he had her relaxed, he'd go in for the kill and close the deal. He was just as driven as she was and there was simply no way they were going back home without her promise to move in with him.

  Especially if she doled out lap dances on a regular basis.

  Chapter 14

  Brandon only snored when he'd been drinking or was exhausted. Now the buzi-saw rasp vibrated the bed between them. Sort of like an aircraft taking off. Verrrrry relaxing. Even though he had his head buried in the pillow and the covers yanked over his head, she could hear him. Leah never understood how he could stand sleeping like that, and it made her nervous, like he was going to suffocate in the night and she wouldn't know until the morning.

  God, if she couldn't bear to trust the fact her lover was going to wake up safely every morning, how would she ever handle having a child with him?

  This thought drove Leah out of bed, even though the soft sheets and Brandon's warm, naked body were both tempting enough to keep her there for a few more hours. Taking her cell phone, she went to the bathroom, closing the door carefully behind her s
o he wouldn't wake. Leah had no doubts Brandon was in desperate need of a few more hours' sleep.

  This bathroom was bigger than her living room, which wasn't saying much, since Leah's house was what she liked to think of as cosy. Which meant small. Sometimes Brandon knocked his head on the doorframes, it was so tiny. It wasn't a house they could live in forever, that was for sure, especially if they had kids.

  That thought, the second so close and hard on the heels of the first in the bedroom, forced a breath out of her. She clutched the cool marble of the countertop and splashed some water on her face and the back of her neck. Then, budget-be-damned, she took a bottle of diet Coke out of the minifridge under the sink — a minifridge in the bathroom, of all things! The one room where food should never be stored! Las Vegas was pure decadence, and Leah was ready to go home.

  Back to her small house where nothing was ever out of order and everything had its place, including Brandon.

  Leah twisted the top off the bottle and drank back the sweet bubbly liquid with a grunt of pleasure much like she imagined heroin addicts made when they took their first hit of the day. The stuff was poison, but, damn, did it taste good. She wiped her mouth and set the bottle on the counter and looked around the bathroom again, at the shower where they'd made love the night before and the giant soaking tub she could easily imagine fucking him in later today.

  Leah had spent a lot of years being responsible for herself, and she didn't bear a grudge against her parents for making that happen. She liked who she was because of how she'd been raised. She was satisfied with her relationship with her parents because even though it wasn't close, it was genuine, with both sides having no false illusions about what the other wanted or was able to give. But now, for the first time since her high school prom date had stood her up to take the school slut instead, Leah felt herself reaching for something and regretting that she'd never get it. Not from her mother, anyway, who'd be happy to listen to her dilemma and even offer advice, but who would sound a little confused as to why on earth Leah would bother asking.