Brandon took her clit between his thumb and finger and rolled it gently, then tugged. Just once, then again. Stopped. Her muscles quivered and her hips tilted, just a little, pressing herself towards his hand. A couple, drinks in hand, stood just a foot or so away from the table to watch the show. Leah could hear every word of their conversation and knew without a doubt they'd be able to hear her if she cried out.
So fucking beautiful' Brandon tugged her clit again and waves of desire broke over her. i can feel you getting so tight, every muscle. I want to make you feel so good you come all over my hand.'
Leah's hips rocked as she clenched internal muscles but barely moved anything else. Her fingers bore down on his arm, squeezing. Brandon chuckled into her ear, the heat of his breath sending a chill through her. She felt feverish, more than a little tipsy, drunk not on champagne but on his love. On this pleasure, gained from his hand, his fingers, from the sigh of his breath on her skin.
Brandon tugged her clit, then stroked. She was so wet his fingers slid over her without skidding or catching. He pinched her clit again between his thumb and finger and held it without moving.
Her heart beat heavily in her ears, in her throat, and in her clit. The pounding of her blood felt as though it pushed her against his fingers. Her inner thighs trembled. She tasted sweat on her upper lip. His pinch loosened and the sudden lack of piessure nearly sent her over, but then he took her clit again and she bucked.
The man next to their table looked over brow furrowed. Leah froze, eyes on the singer who was now moving her hips in sensual circles Brandon echoed with his fingers. Leah held her breath until spots danced in front of her eyes, then let it out. Do you want to come?' he asked her, voice low so only she could hear.
Leah didn't trust her voice to answer. Nor could she nod, tense and stiff as she was with waiting for her body to take over and send her soaring. Brandon's laugh tripped up and down her body. He worked her clit a little bit harder until she gripped his arm so tightly she was sure she'd bruise him even through the thickness of his tux jacket.
Should I make you come?
Waiting for her to give him permission. How he was holding her off, Leah couldn't tell. Everything in her strained towards release. She didn't think she could have stopped herself, but something held her back. Kept her from tipping. Each infinitesimal stroke pushed her closer and closer, but she wasn't coming. Not yet.
She didn't tell him she wanted to come, though all she could think about was sinking onto his thick, hard cock and riding him until they both exploded. She couldn't make out the singer's words any longer — could hear' the woman's voice but simply could not decipher the words. Everything had narrowed to the hand between her legs. Leah relaxed, she had to. Had to breathe in, deep. Had to let her body's tension ease a little, else this tension start to hurt.
Brandon's fingers moved expertly on her, and every time she skated to the edge, he eased off. Leah let her head fall back, onto his shoulder. He kissed her cheek. She shifted on the seat and went with the overwhelming pleasure.
'Now,' she said. 'Oh, God, Brandon. Now.'
Or maybe she didn't speak. Maybe he just knew. But at that moment his pace quickened, just enough. His fingers tweaked and stroked and eased her into orgasm. Her body shook with it, though she did her best to keep still. He cupped her cunt, the heel of his palm pressing her clit.
Fuck, yes,' he said into her ear. T can feel you coming ..."
The tremors subsided, but she wasn't finished. Hell, no. Leah shifted to look at him and caught her breath.
I want to fuck you,' she said.
Now?' :Now.:
He looked around at the table, and the crowd. 'Leah ..."
She gripped his hand, already sliding out of the booth, going God knew where. 'We'll find a place.'
Chapter 19
Dix couldn't tear his eyes from her ass. More specifically, the way the hem of that short red dress fluttered up, showing the tantalising strip of skin on her upper thighs, just below the curves of her ass cheeks.
Kate was so unbelievably sexy. He loved it when she dressed up like this. Her hair was down and styled to look like she'd tumbled from bed. Big curls tousled around her face accented her eyes and that mouth.
The dress fit her like a second skin except for that little flounce at the hem which allowed for the fabulous show of leg. Shoes, delicate and very high, wrapped around her feet, giving her about three inches of height and the toes matched the same red as the dress, her fingernails and the slash of luscious colour on her lips.
The song told him to shake his tambourine and get a whistle but he only wanted to blow one thing and it wasn't a whistle. He licked suddenly dry lips as she lost herself in the music, her hips switching back and forth, those juicy tits bouncing just enough to make him harder than he'd been for at least an hour.
The room was packed, even so, he didn't complain when she moved closer, her ass now sliding from side to side over the aforementioned very hard cock. He saw lights behind eyes he had to close for a moment because the sensation was so fucking good.
Her arms went up around his neck, arching her back. The R&B shifted into a harder hard-driving techno song, one he recognised from the Blade movie. In unison, the room began to pump with the bass line, surging back and forth, up and down like the tide. The lights flashed and her scent filled his nose.
His hands had come to rest on her waist but he slid them up a bit, his thumbs resting just at the bottom curve of her breasts. Higher, just a bit, and he flicked his thumbs up over her nipples. They sprang to life and his cock answered their siren call. Ridiculous how in tune he was with this woman.
The sexual tension coiled between them, he could taste her want on his tongue, smell it, feel it on her skin as she rubbed herself over him like a cat. Sex personified, but graceful too. Each time she flipped her head and her hair moved, his body answered, cells wanting to surge forwards, wanting to claim her in the most primal way.
The room was a bacchanal, dancing, singing, drinking, the sticky-sweet scent of marijuana curling around them eveiy few minutes. People made out every few feet, hands roamed over bodies on the dance floor as it swallowed them to the thump of the techno bass beat.
His teeth found the back of her neck, biting down just enough to let her know he was there, just enough to let her know he was imagining what the clasp of her pussy would feel like around him as he fucked her.
'You're so ridiculously sexy. You know I can see into the bodice of that dress every few movements right? I can see the curve of your tits and I want to put my mouth on them. I want to put my cock between them. I want to play with your nipples until you scream at me to make you come,' he whispered.
He knew she heard him when she shivered but just moments later, she spun quickly and pushed him back. He let her lead them into a corner of the room, shadowed by the lights, the railing and the walls. With the heels, she was his height and his hands automatically moved to cup her ass as she snuggled into his body.
'Christ, you feel good,' she murmured, nuzzling his neck.
'The feeling, darling Katherine, is entirely mutual. In case you missed my cock prodding into your belly and all.' To underline that, he rolled his hips, grinding into her, very much liking the intake of breath that made her delectable mouth shape into an O of surprised pleasure.
And then she spun again, her body maintaining some sort of contact with his as she danced, writhing against him with sensual abandon. Her hair covered her face as the flash, flash, flash of the lights provided a show against her body in the otherwise dark of the corner.
A server passed nearby and she grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray and handed one to Dix. The server's eyes roamed over Kate's body but who was Dix kidding, he couldn't blame the guy for looking.
Are you getting a wee bit tipsy?' he asked, smirking after she drained her glass and then picked up another from the tray.
'I'm far away from work, from home, from anyone who knows me. Why not get
a wee bit tipsy? Do you promise to take advantage of me if I am?' A sexy, teasing smile marked her mouth and he leant in close to brush his own across it.
I love this no-smear lipstick. As for taking advantage?' He pressed his lips to her ear. if we weren't here, I'd shove you face down on that table over there and fuck you from behind.'
She spun again, sliding down his body and then tucked something into his pocket. Turned out to be a very tiny pair of panties. Good sweet Lord.
The look she sent him over her shoulder made him swallow, hard.
'You're a very naughty girl. It's one of your best qualities.' His hand rested in his pocket, holding the small scrap of material.
'Fuck me.'
He blinked. 'What?'
She backed up and slid her ass over his cock again. 'You heard me,' she said, craning her neck to see him. 'Take your cock out and put it in my cunt. In more common parlance, fuck me. You have my panties, there's nothing in your way.'
He banded her waist with his forearm and hauled her close, leaning to speak in her ear. 'You want me to fuck you, here? Really?' As if every day wasn't already a holiday with her? Score.
'I want you to fuck me. Here. Now.'
He wasn't about to argue about getting caught. It was Las Vegas after all and it happened to be one of her turn-ons. God knew he could pound nails with his cock he was so hard. And it made him hot to see her so hot.
The crowd pressed in around them, everyone focused on the music, on the party, on themselves. Inside her, the need for him ached, crawled along her belly, itched over her skin. The idea that someone would know what they were doing excited her wildly.
He kept her against his body and she trembled when she felt his hand working at the lipper of that very natty tuxedo he wore.
His fingers brushed her thighs as he moved the dress up a bit, the heat of his cock against her brought a shiver, even in the heat of the crowded club.
She focused on a group just below where they danced on the main dance floor. Two men and a woman undulated, eyes closed, hands all over each other.
And Dix's cock pressed against her entrance, his hiss vibrated through his bones into her and she heard his murmur, hot. Slowly, the beat of the song thumping, his cock slid deeper. His fingers dug into the muscle of her hips. It was so good she shuddered, so good she had to grab the railing nearby to keep standing.
So mudi information, so much stimulus coming into her system she would drown if she continued to fight it so she let go, let herself get off on the idea of being caught, of being watched, let herself love the feel of the width of him pressing into her cunt and then pulling out.
She fell into a dreamy place as he fucked her, pleasure ebbing and flowing around her as the crowd danced. Sex hung in the air, possibility spicing it. Las Vegas on New Year's Eve at half an hour to midnight and the people around them were revving higher and higher as they counted the minutes.
You can't come this way,' he said, leaning to speak in her ear. 'So do it yourself, darling Kate. Touch that clit and make yourself come.'
He continued to stroke into her at an almost casual pace until she lost her resolve to keep her hands from between her legs. One of the men below dancing with the woman looked up and she slid a hand down her thigh and then under the hem of her dress.
Each flash of the strobe was the only real light in the space. But it must have been enough because dancing guy turned fully to watch. She nearly came the first touch of her fingertip to her clit.
'Whoa there, I'm not going to last long as it is.'
She laughed and tipped her head back. 'A guy down there is watching. Watching me finger my dit.'
He thrust a bit harder. 'Good. Let him look and know he'll never have anything as sweet and hot as you. Makes you hot, doesn't it? Knowing he's watching you be a very—' he thrust again for emphasis '—very bad girl. Or I should say, a very good one.'
She toyed with herself, lazily sliding her middle finger along her labia, dipping inside to flick at her clit and back out again. She teased them both, knowing no matter how turned on he was, Dix wouldn't come before she did. He was a gentleman that way.
'Kate, don't make me stick my hand under there and bring you off myself. I'm dying here, which doesn't look nearly as handsome in this tux as a man who just lucked out with the woman of the century and fucked her in the middle of a room with three hundred other people in it.'
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she found her clit again and kept the pressure, kept at it until wave after wave of pleasure hit her, her cunt contracting around Dix's cock, his cock lodging hard and deep and unloading as he came too.
When her vision cleared, the guy on the dance floor sent a bow and then turned his attention back to his friends.
Dix reeled as he poured into her. He came so hard his teeth tingled and his scalp hurt. He thanked his mother for teaching him tD always carry a handkerchief and discreetly handed it to Kate as he tucked himself back in.
She turned and looked up into his face. 'I love that you want me to be happy.'
'Come on, let's both be happy out where the food was. It's too loud in here and I want to be with you, to talk to you without shouting.'
She swayed ahead of him as the crowd parted. He kept a hand at the small of her back, feeling like a fucking king. Once they were away from the din, she hugged him again, raining kisses over his face.
'If I'd known fucking you in public would make you this affectionate and grateful, I'd have boned you months ago when we went out to get pizza.
Her mouth, that luscious mouth, curved up into a smile. 'Anything but be serious, Charles? I thought you wanted to be serious,' she teased.
I am serious, darling Kate. Serious as a heart attack. Now, I need a cigar and I want to sit, drink some good Scotch and look at you before we hook up again with Bingo and his missus.' 'He's probably still eating.'
'I doubt it. I'm wagering they found a dark corner to engage in sexual relations in as well.'
He guided her to a table near the large wrap-around balcony lining the entire length of the ballroom. A warm breeze floated in as she settled in next to him and put her head on his shoulder. 'Happy New Year, Charles Dixon,' she said softly.
He loved her most when she was like this. The Kate she rarely showed anyone else. Soft and sweet, vulnerable and wholly feminine. This was his woman stripped to the core and it was more titillating than if she'd been wearing lingerie. 'Happy New Year to you too, Katherine. You know, you were all of my resolutions last year.' 'I was?'
'I wanted to pursue something more with you than a long-distance relationship. I wanted to see you regularly. I wanted for us to be openly together. Looks like all those things happened. This time next year you'll be my wife. I'm a lucky man.'
You totally are.' She winked. 'Sweet, handsome, lucky, smart, sexy, awesome in bed, funny even. Oh you have a good job and two really great kids. One major drawback, but I'm over it. OK, I lie, I'm not over it, but I can afford to be magnanimous because your cock is in my cunt at night. Not hers.'
He wrinkled his nose. 'Thank you for everything but that image of my ex.'
She grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to him. 'Td us. To a year filled with all the things we need and want most. He clinked his glass against hers and sipped. He couldn't agree more.
'Let's see if we can find Bingo and Leah. I feel like we should all be together when we hit midnight. Oh, but wait.' He handed her the fabric bundle he'd been carrying in his pocket. 'That dress is short enough that any man in here can get a glimpse of that succulent pussy if you cross your legs or raise your arms over your head.
She rolled her eyes but got them back on, even as a couple sitting nearby watched her do it with surprised gazes.
Kate, his love, just winked at them and stood. 'Shall we go look then?' She pulled out her phone and texted. Moments later she received a text back. 'They're in the eighties room. They'll meet us near the bar. Come on, it's ten minutes to twelve.'
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nbsp; Um yeah, totally engaged in sexual relations,' she said quietly to Dix, who chuckled.
Leah had the FFG, freshly fucked glow, and Brandon looked like the boy from Iowa who just got his crank yanked in the middle of Las Vegas on New Year's Eve. The world was a beautiful place.
'Nice FFG,' Leah said first and Kate laughed.
You too. Floozy.'
'You know it.'
'Damn, I was gonna say cradle robber and I shot my wad on floozies.'
Leah tipped her glass, touching it to Kate's. 'Next time. For now, Happy New Year.'
'It totally is. Congratulations, you know. You two are good together. He loves you. Not who he can make you into, not who you should be according to a book or magazine. He loves you for who you are. That's pretty awesome.'
Leah smiled and Kate saw love written all over her friend's face, it is. For both of us. All those lemons and in the span of less than a year, we find the right stuff.'
if you're going to make out with her, can we watch?' Dix asked.
Brandon nodded enthusiastically. Kate and Leah just looked at each other and continued talking.
The room got very noisy and then hushed as the clock hit the thirty-second mark. Kate turned to Dix and gulped the last of her champagne before reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck.
By the time the room had counted back to one, his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding in like it was meant to. Her own caressing it, welcoming it as his heart beat against where she pressed herself to him. Her heart in time with his.
Happy New Year, darling Kate. Now let's go back to the room. I want to fuck you, bathe you, order room service, blow you and sleep until noon.'
'We have a flight out at ten. So none of that sleeping until noon business. But I can sleep on the plane. I'm not giving up all the other stuff you just mentioned.'
You're like my Santa list all rolled into one person. You know that?' He briefly looked up towards Brandon and Leah. 'We're out of here. Heading back to the room. Weil try not to be so loud people call the cops. See you two in a few hours.'
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