I stepped out of my hotel room, making sure it was locked and ran into a hard chest. I politely excused myself, before turning around completely and looking up into familiar eyes. Holy shit, fuck a duck. I hadn’t seen him in almost two years and he had bulked up even more than last time I saw him. He was so damn hot it led me to wonder if he was there alone again. I crossed my fingers that lady luck was watching over me.
“Payton? I did not expect to actually see you here! Damn, girl, my memory does not do you justice.” His grin made his dimple appear and I couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Long time, Tate. Here on business?” I replied with slight nervousness. He had been one of the few guys that gave me butterflies in my stomach. He was also one of the few that I gave an exception for seeing more than one night.
“Bachelor party, actually. Not for me, for my friend. He’s actually getting married here tomorrow. What brings you around? The usual?” He knew my routine in Vegas and he was fully aware he wasn’t the only guy I had slept with in the town. When we were hanging out two years ago, he had point blank asked me if I had done that sort of thing before and I was upfront with how my vacations worked.
“Just felt like I needed to get away. I hadn’t been here in a while and needed a change of pace.” We both entered the elevator and went to push the button at the same time, hands overlapping each other. He grasped my hand and brought it to his mouth, giving it a chaste kiss. He had a grin on his face but didn’t say anything in response. I’d forgotten how he could make me forget about the world around me when I looked into his stunning eyes.
He was adorably handsome. Two years had been good to him. His chest was swollen and his shirt was tight against his well defined arms. I wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting me to say or do but I was not expecting to see him ever again. Sure, I thought of him from time to time, but wasn’t prepared to see him that night. I had my mind set on fresh meat, so to speak, but I couldn’t deny the strong urge to have him push up my dress and take me up against the elevator wall.
His hand slid to rest on my lower back but his fingers were creeping lower ever so slowly. That was the Tate I remembered. By the time the door opened, he was full on groping my ass, making his intentions clear. I assumed from his actions that he was single but couldn’t be sure. Tate urged me out of the elevator first, with his hand moving up only slightly as an older couple walked by.
“Where are you headed to now? The guys and I are meeting up at Haze but I want to catch up. I could use a little arm candy for the night if you want to join me.”
“I was actually headed to Haze myself. I’ll walk with you, but don’t want to keep you from your friends. Maybe dance with me once or twice, though?”
“Anything for you, baby. Those douche bags won’t miss me anyway. I just have to make an appearance and once they realize I’m gone, they’ll assume I found some chick to take upstairs.”
“Oh. Umm...” He cut me off before I could get my thoughts together.
“Not that that’s the norm for me. They have one thing on their minds this weekend and it’s pussy. Maybe money, also, but that definitely comes second. I don’t expect that from you, doll.”
By that time I was blushing furiously and had no idea how to respond. Did I want Tate? I felt the familiar attraction but didn’t feel sure about it. He had gotten my mind off Ryder for a few minutes, though, so that’s a good sign. Fuck. I’m thinking about him again. I suck at not thinking about him.
“It’s okay. I know seeing each other wasn’t expected and let’s just see where the night takes us. Sound good to you? You can introduce me to your friends if you’d like.” With that, he led me into the club with his hand on my lower, lower back and motioned me toward the VIP area where I saw eight just as handsome men taking shots with barely clothed women scattered in between them. Of course he would have pretty friends. I was betting they were all personal trainers or models by the looks of it.
He motioned me to have a seat and immediately sat right next to me with his thigh rubbing against my own. We knew each other’s triggers and subtle public affection was one of mine. No one around us knew how turned on I was by his simple touch and I knew he would become more confident in his moves if he got away with it from the start. He liked the risk of being seen, as well.
Last time we were together, he led me to what I thought was a set elevators to head upstairs, but it ended up being a hallway used for employees and began unzipping his zipper as he pushed me against the wall. I had already been ready for him to take me—upstairs in the confines of his room—and couldn’t protest when I felt his hard cock slide against my slippery entrance. He could be such a loving, passionate lover at times but was also rough and dominant just as often. After pulling out a condom and wrapping himself, he lifted me up then let me fall all the way down his shaft, inch by inch, filling me all the way and I couldn’t stifle my moans. His long length and exquisite girth wasn’t something I had just found out about, yet it always took me by surprise. He never let up until I felt him jerk inside me when my name escaped his lips. Just as he started to pull out of me, a slot machine technician walked by with a huge-ass grin on his face. I couldn’t tell you how long he had been there, but he didn’t seem like he would be one to stop us mid-session. Our clothes were haphazardly put back in place, my lips swollen from Tate biting and sucking on them, and the worker had the damn nerve to high five Tate. After the worker walked out of our sight, I tried being mad at him, but his cocky grin made me laugh and any negative thoughts were forgotten. I did have marks on my back for the next week as a reminder, though.
“I would be lying if I told you I hadn’t thought about you, Payton. I know what I was for you, and will take what I can, but I miss you.” Tate’s hand moved up my thigh and met the edge of my dress and lingered there for a while. He was such a flirt. I hadn’t heard the banter going on between his friends, but realized they were attempting to bring me in on the conversation.
“Are you the infamous Payton? Man, I feel like I’ve known you for years, girl. Did you miss Tate enough to come back for more?” the guy across from me asked. Tate 2.0 was an ass. He looked so similar to Tate that he could have been his brother, but I knew from our past encounters that Tate didn’t have brothers.
Why was Tate talking to his friends about me?
“Not cool, cuz. You’ve had enough beer and girls for the night. Why don’t you head upstairs and sleep it off?” So that was why they looked familiar. 2.0 just smirked and flipped us off while he walked off to the dance floor to find his next victim.
“Sorry about Darren, he’s kind of a dick. The rest of us aren’t so bad. I’m Tyler, the groom and the one responsible for bringing these meatheads down to sin city. It may not have been my best decision ever.” He is sweet. Blond hair, green eyes, and a laid back style made him approachable and I could see some woman falling head over heels for him. He had one full sleeve of tattoos, and from the looks of it, he was probably hiding a dozen more.
The rest of the guys were preoccupied with their female companions for the night and Tyler suggested the three of us should hit the dance floor. I was a bit worried that maybe Tyler thought he could have some fun with us on his last night of freedom. Luckily, he must have been madly in love with his future wife because he danced around us but with no one in particular.
I began moving with the music and as soon as Candy Shop by 50 Cent came on, I was lost to the music. I loved that song and was surprised when Tate kept up with the moves. There was something about a tall, muscled man getting down with the music that was just downright sexy. I couldn’t help but grin as I felt him dance behind me. He stayed behind me during the next song, Dirty Dancer by Enrique Iglesias, and he pulled me into his chest and kept a hand just below my breasts. He moved with the rhythm and I could feel his arousal pushing up against my ass. We didn’t say a word to each other while on the dance floor and we didn’t have to. He wanted me. I kept thinking that we could go back upstairs for a
reunion, but instantly felt a twinge of guilt. I brushed it off as nothing and tried to let the music drown out any unwelcome thoughts. I knew Tate would be a good time and he was amazing in bed. I just hoped we could still have the same arrangement as two years ago without him wanting more. I was worried about that from what he had talked to me about earlier, but figured I would address the issue when it became one.
We separated a little as the song came to an end and I was able to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. A little encouragement never hurt anyone, right? He slid his hands from my shoulders down to my wrists and held me close. He kissed me with tongue that time and I could hear the beginning of Gorilla by Bruno Mars come over the speakers and I couldn’t help but start dancing again. Turning back around so my ass was pressed against the bulge in his pants, I felt hands on my hips and a rock hard chest against my back. It was my favorite song at the time and I couldn’t help but get turned on by the lyrics and Bruno’s seductive voice. He ground into me slowly and almost intimately with the rhythm of the music. Looking up, everyone seemed to be turned on by the song as many were grinding up against someone.
I briefly lost his touch behind me but soon felt his fingers snake their way to my stomach, heading even lower and I heard a growl as he skimmed over my pussy. He whispered so low, “Are you wet for me right now, baby?” Without putting much thought into it, I grabbed his hand and put it back over my mound and applied pressure to encourage him. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to get back to the room, strip out of my dress, and lose myself in him.
He pushed his hips against mine with a thrust and I couldn’t help but gasp. Through his jeans, I could feel his massive erection. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment. His hands were all over me, moving in motion with me. He nipped my ear with his teeth, sucking on it gently afterward.
“Upstairs. I can’t wait any longer to strip you bare and fuck you so hard you’ll remember me every time you take a step tomorrow.”
I know that voice. Ryder.
With how loud it was, in addition to me being consumed by the music, I wondered how long he had been behind me without recognizing the small differences between Tate’s and Ryder’s body behind me and his seductive voice compared to Tate’s carefree one. My body responded before it registered with my brain and I was pooling with desire, yet frozen and unable to turn around. It must be the alcohol. He wouldn’t be in Vegas and sure as hell wouldn’t be in the same club as me.
I could feel his jaw clench against my ear when he demanded, “Now, Payton.” He took my hand and led me out of the club. How in the holy hell did he find me here? Didn’t he know I left to get away from him?
“Wh-What are you doing here, Ryder? Shouldn’t you be finishing up your business trip?”
“My trip brought me to Vegas for the night. Show me to your room.”
He was short with his words and something seemed to be bothering him, but I was too scared to ask what that could be. He held his hand along my lower back, guiding me even though I knew the way. I stayed silent as we rode up the elevator, leading him down the hallway to my suite. I fumbled nervously with my key and he finally grabbed it out of my hand to complete the task for me.
Someone was in a mood.
I made my way into the room, starting to walk toward the lower level where the couch was, but he guided me to the bed instead. I lay down, Ryder towering over me as he lowered himself on top of me. He was oozing sex appeal and pure masculinity and I was left feeling hot and bothered. I was close enough to see a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. I wanted to lick it up, tasting the saltiness on my tongue.
I looked up into his eyes and saw pure anger and lust. I should be frightened but just having Ryder near made my core tingle. His hard abdominal muscles pressed against my stomach and I wanted to feel more of him. He kept working his jaw, seconds ticking by before he spoke up.
“Were you having fun with that fucker at the club? Did I ruin your plans to fuck him tonight? Is that what turns you on, Payton? Quick fucks and quicker goodbyes?” His eyes were a deep blue and I could see his jaw tensing up. He wasn’t letting himself touch my body and I was impressed with the strength of his arms. I briefly wondered what Ryder had done to get Tate to leave without notice, but the man above me held my attention more than my questions about Tate.
“He’s a friend from a while back. We were just having fun. I wasn’t expecting him to be here.” He looked away for the briefest of moments and I saw pain and anger in his eyes when he returned his gaze.
I couldn’t stop thinking about his erection that kept grazing my thigh and writhed underneath him to feel more of him. I knew he was angry but I still wanted him terribly. Angry sex could be hot. He noticed my movement and pushed himself against me with more force than I was ready for and I involuntarily let out a loud moan which earned me a smirk from him.
“So you do want me. Why did you run, Payton? Worried I may find out your dirty little secrets? You can’t deny what you feel for me. Hell, I can feel it when we are anywhere near each other. Everything about you gives you away—your eyes, voice, erect nipples. Your pulse has gotten faster, and the way you’re breathing has changed since we got to your room. I know without a doubt that you want my cock deep inside you right now.”
“Right now, I do want you, Ryder. I can’t stop thinking about your fingers being inside me just like in your hotel room back in San Diego. I want you so badly I can’t think straight.” He didn’t have to know that it would be our first and last time together. I had a taste of him the other night and was dying to get the whole thing. Just remembering the feel of Ryder’s hot mouth against my clit—his moans as I took him in my mouth—I couldn’t think of anything but him filling me with his hard length.
Wait. Dirty little secrets? Quick fucks and quicker goodbyes? What did he mean by that? I felt like I may have an abnormal amount of dirty little secrets but why would he say the other? We haven’t talked about any of my tendencies while in Las Vegas.
I also doubt he put two and two together about my birth parents and I don’t think he’d use ‘dirty little secrets’ as the terminology for that one. What could he have on me?
I came up with the conclusion that he probably thought Tate and I used to be intimate with each other since we were all over each other on the dance floor. Who cared if I had a past with Tate? Ryder doesn’t get to judge my past.
“My past is my past. I know these feelings I have for you are scaring the shit out of me, Ryder. I can’t do a relationship. I can’t let you in and tell you what made me who I am today. I’m not putting myself in a position to get hurt. I won’t allow it.”
He effectively got me to stop talking by crushing his lips to mine and moving his body closer to me so I could feel his hard body against my soft one. He kissed me with all his anger and lust. He moved to my neck and began kissing and licking right below my ear. I could hear his heavy breathing as he gently sucked on my earlobe, nibbling just enough to stifle another moan out of me. His hands roamed possessively over my body, caressing my soft skin. He shifted my dress to my waist and just the feel of his fingers skimming my panty line made me moan in anticipation. I was getting so wet just thinking about what it would feel like when his hand ventured over my panties. I wanted him so badly and didn’t think I could wait much longer. He was so close to my sex and touched everywhere but there. This beautiful man was going to be the death of me. He was driving me fucking crazy and I just wanted him to fuck me!
His lips continued their unhurried, torturous journey downward, beginning with my shoulders, leisurely making his way to my ample breasts. He spent equal time massaging and twirling his tongue around each of my pebbled nipples, eliciting moans out of me frequently. I grabbed his hair to hold him closer, not able to get enough of him. Ryder took his time getting to know my body, tugging my clothes off carelessly as he moved down my body. “I find your curves and firm stomach irresistible, Payton. I’ve imagined how y
our smooth skin would feel against mine all week.” I wanted to touch the ridges on his chest and his oh so sexy V but he never allowed me the chance.
After devouring every inch of me, I finally felt him move down my body, and heard his belt being unbuckled and his zipper sliding down. I looked up to see him pulling his pants off but his black boxer briefs were still on, his noticeable erection peaking out at the top of the material. His eyes were fixed on me as I lay naked in front of him, wet and waiting. Lowering himself between my legs, he brought my calves up and laid them on top of his shoulders. Teasing my pussy at an agonizingly slow place, he began by dragging his tongue up and down my wet entrance, and then slowly circled my swollen clit with the lightest of touches. Once I was panting with need, he flicked it quickly and rubbed it forcefully with the flat of his tongue. I squirmed with need as he inserted two of his fingers, giving a ‘come hither’ motion once inside. He caressed me in the perfect spot, and just as I was about to come, he fucking stopped and started the whole process over. The cocky bastard knew what he was doing to me and loved the power he was holding over me at that moment.
“I need you inside me, Ryder. Please.” I didn’t care if I was begging. My brief encounter with his cock in his hotel room made me crave more. Just the thought of his rock hard shaft inside me was enough to make me come on the spot. Sliding his boxer briefs off with one hand while hovering over me, elbow propped up beside me, I was anxious for him. His chest wasn’t as big as Tate’s, but it was solid muscle, and his stomach was so well defined I could see all the muscle groups that ultimately led down to his impressive cock.
He pulled out a condom and I gave a quiet ‘thank you’ at the present that was wrapped before me. I was in awe as I watched him stroke his hard shaft while he rolled the condom on. I got on my knees to meet him at the edge and pulled him onto the bed first. I was tired of him being in control. I straddled him and began kissing him passionately, trying to show him how much I wanted him and missed him. I lowered myself slowly down on top of his shaft. I gasped at how full I felt and it took me a moment to move all the way down. I found his hands and linked out fingers together as I began riding him at a leisurely place. He looked up at me with desire in his eyes. He moved his hands to my hips to control my movements, guiding me higher before slamming back into me. He was thrusting upward, ramming into my tight pussy, as I continued to ride him. Sex had never been so hot.
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