One Night in Vegas

by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue

  Noah loved the way she challenged him. “You’ve earned yourself ten smacks when we’re finished in here. Open your hand now or the number increases.”

  Her fingers slowly loosened. “There,” she said once her palm was flat. “Now you don’t have to spank me.”

  He kept his expression stern despite his desire to kiss the tip of her cute little nose. “The punishment stands. I told you. I don’t repeat myself.”

  “But—”

  He cut off her argument with a hard kiss as he dropped the shower gel. He intended to keep it quick, but the second his lips touched hers, he couldn’t resist lingering. With one hand, Noah kept a tight grip on her wrist while he wrapped the other around the back of her neck, holding her to him.

  His tongue touched hers and he tried to recall if he’d ever tasted anything sweeter than Hollie. Nothing came to mind. And he had a sweet tooth.

  After several heated minutes, he finally managed to pull away. It took him a few seconds to remember his plan. The sight of her open palm reminded him.

  Retrieving the bath gel once more, he placed a dollop in her hand. “Scrub me, pet.”

  She hesitated for only a moment, and then reached toward his chest.

  He shook his head. “Lower.”

  Interestingly enough, she didn’t balk at the order. Her hand encircled his cock tightly, the soap allowing her fingers to glide smoothly.

  Noah clenched his teeth, praying for control. The idea of her with her lips wrapped around his dick returned.

  He grasped her wrist and slowed her strokes. The first time he came, he was going to be inside her. His time with her was limited—perhaps to just this one night—so every orgasm was going to count.

  “Very good,” he murmured. He pulled her hand away from him, noticing her attempt to cling tighter. “Now it’s your turn. Open your legs.”

  She glanced around the room. Noah wondered if she’d try to escape. He knew she was determined to put up at least a token resistance, but the clever woman wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass her by. He loved that her sex drive matched his so perfectly.

  She parted her legs.

  He leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to play with, to take however I want.”

  As he spoke, he stroked the inside of her thighs. Noah felt her tremble. Hollie never held anything back in the kitchen, putting it all on the line, every time. Obviously the same held true in the bedroom. Her commitment to the fantasy was pulling him in as well. He wanted to possess her, to keep her his captive. Like the most doting sheik, he’d pamper and cherish her. Give her jewels and clothing, a soft bed and long, wet kisses.

  Hollie’s hands gripped his shoulders. “Noah.”

  “Master,” he murmured again. “You will call me that before the night is over.”

  Her fingers tightened, but she didn’t deny his assertion again.

  He stroked her clit, just a brief, barely there touch.

  She released her breath loudly. “Please. God.”

  “What, angel? What do you want?”

  “Touch me. Harder.”

  Noah rubbed her clit once more, adding only a tiny bit of pressure. She white-knuckled his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. It burned, but like her, Noah didn’t mind a little pain with his pleasure.

  “More. I can’t take this. I need more.” Her pleading was almost his undoing. Almost.

  He ran a single finger from her clit to her anus, one quick journey, and then he pulled away again.

  “God. Enough, Noah!”

  She leaned forward and bit him, right on the pec.

  Noah reared back in shock…and arousal.

  Any semblance of control he’d maintained fell away. When he touched her again, he drove two fingers deep into her pussy. Her inner muscles fluttered against him, clenched. She was already there, right on the verge of coming.

  Noah considered giving her the push she needed, but changed his mind. He slid his fingers out slowly and when he pressed in the second time, it was with less force, more gently.

  It pissed off his wild cat.

  Hollie reached out and grabbed his cock, intent on dragging him to the spot she wanted him. He would have laughed if her hand wasn’t dragging him closer to that point of no return, where she was already languishing.

  He tried to pry her hand away, but her grip was tenacious.

  “In me. Now.”

  Her demanding tone helped center him. There was only one person running this show and it was him.

  “Let go, Hollie.” Something in his voice must have warned her she was on thin ice. She released him instantly.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Noah couldn’t have refused her if his life depended on it. He thrust three fingers into her pussy, fucking her rapidly and with a strength he’d never used before with his previous lovers.

  Hollie exploded instantly. Her body trembled, her fists slammed against his chest and she cried out his name. Her inner muscles flexed violently against his fingers, the climax stretching out longer than he would have imagined.

  When it finally started to wane, he slowly withdrew, loving the way Hollie sank into his embrace. She clung to him as she struggled to regain her breath.

  He held her, swaying slowly.

  After a few minutes, she lifted her head, her gaze finding his. “That was unbelievable.”

  Noah grinned. “That was just the first course.”

  She laughed lightly. “Bon appétit.”

  Chapter Four

  Hollie stepped out of the tub as Noah held open a large white towel for her. When he wrapped her in the soft cotton, she sighed happily, trying to recall a time she’d ever been so coddled or cared for.

  After all, she was smack-dab in the middle of eight kids. She and her twin brother were siblings four and five. As such, by the time they’d come along, her parents already had their hands full.

  While she’d always been loved, she had learned at a very young age to fend for herself when it came to taking what she wanted. She had seven huge, hungry, boisterous brothers who, though overprotective when it came to strangers, had no compunction stealing her food, her toys and her spot on the couch when she stood up to go to the bathroom.

  She couldn’t remember ever being spoiled or taken care of like Noah was doing right now. A girl could get used to this.

  Hollie squealed in surprise when Noah lifted her into his arms and carried her to the huge harem bed. He placed her on the mattress as if she were made of precious porcelain.

  “Noah,” she said, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “Kiss me.”

  His lips were on hers before she finished the request. The kiss was hard and hungry, almost brutal in its intensity, a direct contrast to the gentleness he’d just shown her.

  Tonight was increasingly eye-opening for her as more and more layers of Noah were revealed. For months, she’d been witness to his affable, good-natured, easygoing persona. She’d also seen his competitive side, the way he never held back, cut corners, or lost his shit in the kitchen. He’d come to the game to win and she’d never seem him waver in his conviction that he could take home the prize. She recognized that part of him best because she shared a similar play-to-win nature. She respected that side of him, even as she dreaded coming face-to-face with it tomorrow.

  What she hadn’t seen before tonight was this sex-on-a-stick dominant, possessive, demanding, amazing man. The one who had her wanting him to do all sorts of dirty things to her. She had expected him to be a gentle, easy lover.

  This man…

  Whoo-boy.

  When he pulled away, Noah, her friend, had vanished again. The sheik was back. And ready to stake a serious claim.

  Her attempts at resisting, at fighting him as part of the fantasy, had vanished as well.

  “Are you forgetting something, pet?”

  She licked her lips, feigning nervousness. What she really felt
was a throbbing need to be fucked. Hard.

  So yeah. She was finding it hard to remember her name, let alone whatever it was Noah was referring to.

  She frowned. “Um…”

  He chuckled darkly. “Let me remind you.”

  Before she could puzzle out his actions, Noah was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was sprawled out facedown over his lap.

  “Oh, hell no,” she cried out as she attempted to rise.

  Noah halted her escape with one hard slap on her ass. “Say your safe word or hold still.”

  Hollie stopped squirming as her mind raced over what to do. Noah was offering her an out. But that damn competitive nature of hers didn’t want to cry defeat.

  His hand struck again.

  “Ow!”

  “This is a punishment, Hollie. I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me.” He punctuated his statement with two more slaps.

  He wasn’t holding anything back, wasn’t trying to take it easy on her.

  Then she realized she would resent him if he did. Noah knew her too well.

  She tensed up when his hand moved again, but this time, Noah didn’t hit. Instead, his talented fingers dipped into her pussy. She was slightly embarrassed and surprised by how wet she was.

  He stroked in and out just long enough for her to relax, to feel safe.

  Then he withdrew and placed two more holy-fuck-me-that-hurts smacks on her already sore bottom. Once again, she considered saying her safe word, and once again, she dismissed the thought as soon as it passed through her brain.

  Of course, that consideration was completely driven out when Noah’s fingers returned to play with her clit. Stars flashed behind her closed eyelids as she fought to find her release. Noah read her intentions and stopped just before the lightning struck.

  “Fucker!” she yelled, her anger building when he merely laughed.

  After that, he forgot to count, giving her way more than the promised ten, his hand rising and falling on her ass. The spanking was broken up by those wicked fingers that continued to drive her right to the brink, and then leave her there.

  Hollie began to lose all sense of time and place. Nothing mattered to her except the orgasm.

  “Please,” she gasped when she seriously felt as though she would explode if he didn’t let her come.

  Noah pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, curling them and hitting her G-spot. Her own personal self-destruct button. She splintered and screamed.

  When she finally managed to recall where she was, Noah was cradling her on his lap, rocking her gently. He’d done the same thing in the hot tub. So far, he’d given her two mind-blowing orgasms, and he’d yet to come himself.

  She slid to her knees in front of him.

  “Hollie,” he said, when she pressed his thighs apart and took his cock in her hand. She sucked the head into her mouth, provoking a deep groan from him that pleased her.

  She’d never really wanted to give a man a blow job. It had usually been something she just did for the guy. But right now, taking Noah into her mouth was as much for her as him. She loved the way he cupped her cheek affectionately, the way his softly spoken words of praise soaked into her skin like warm sunshine.

  When he took a handful of her hair in his hand and tugged, Hollie felt a spark of the arousal he was an expert at provoking.

  She took him deeper, the head of his cock brushing the back of her throat.

  Noah grunted, and then, to her surprise, he withdrew.

  “No,” she protested.

  “Not that way, Hollie. Not the first time. I want to be inside you.”

  Despite the bone-rattling orgasm she’d just had, his words had her raring to go, ready for more.

  She rose from the floor and climbed onto the bed. As she lay on her back, Noah crawled over her body, caging her beneath him as he kissed her.

  Her legs open, she reached down, trying to draw him inside.

  Noah broke the kiss and shook his head. “Not yet, pet. Your training isn’t over. I’m still waiting to hear you call me Master.”

  It took Hollie a few moments to shake the cobwebs from her hormone-fuzzy brain to understand the fantasy wasn’t over.

  “Noah,” she whispered.

  “See?”

  He moved away from her, even though she attempted to hold him close. “Wait—”

  “No. This doesn’t end until you’re mine. Your body, your mind, your soul.” As he spoke, he lifted her right arm, securing her wrist to the bedpost. Then he repeated the same process with the left.

  She struggled not to complain when he left the bed completely to do the same to her ankles. She squirmed slightly, testing the bondage as Noah stood at the foot of the bed and surveyed his work. She was naked and tied spread-eagle, everything she possessed on display. The Hollie she had been before she’d walked into this hotel room tonight would have been mortified. This new Hollie, the one Noah had uncovered, felt freer than ever—which was completely ironic given her trussed-up state.

  “Please come back to bed.”

  He stood akimbo, his hands resting on his hips. He was the very picture of a powerful sheik. Then she recalled the outfit hanging in the closet. She wanted to wear it for him, wanted that collar with its fancy gold leash around her neck.

  “You’re very beautiful.”

  No lover had ever said those words to her. Not once. She’d actually never considered her looks much before the competition. Before the tabloids started discussing them. Before the show plopped her in the makeup chair and went mad with foundation, then gave her a stylish haircut and highlights. She lived and worked on a farm. Her beauty regime included getting a shower and getting the hell out of the bathroom so someone else could take a turn. That was it.

  Right now, she looked like the Hollie from home. She’d scrubbed off her makeup after the show and brushed out all the damn hairspray. She didn’t doubt for a second the steam from the hot tub had turned her curls to frizz.

  Yet Noah said she was beautiful. And the look in his eyes told her he was sincere.

  When he returned to the bed, she expected him to resume his place above her. She was surprised when he knelt between her outstretched legs and leaned closer.

  She gasped when he ran his tongue around her clit.

  “Oh my God,” she said as he used his lips and tongue to drive her insane. The man sure as hell knew his way around a woman’s body. He’d found all her hot buttons. After too many years of having to draw a freaking map for previous lovers, she now began to fear that old adage was coming true. Noah was ruining her for all other men. That expression had always struck her as clichéd and unlikely. Now…she was in serious danger of living it out.

  When Noah added his fingers to the play, she stopped worrying about the future. The here and now was too fucking awesome to miss.

  Her hips lifted when he pressed two fingers inside, trying to seek more. She’d never considered herself a greedy lover, but with Noah, she was as selfish as they came. He offered and she took. Without regret or guilt.

  Two fingers became three as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking the sensitive nub into this mouth. Once again, she was a goner.

  She came loudly.

  Her orgasm had only just begun to wane when Noah’s fingers moved lower. She jerked when he slowly thrust one wet finger into her ass.

  “I…oh, shit.” She’d never indulged in anal play. She’d never even been tempted. It always felt like one of those porn moves, one that someone had to pay a woman a lot of freaking money to pretend to enjoy.

  “I’m going to take you here, pet. Going to press my cock deep and fuck your ass.”

  Hello, Mr. Dirty Talk. Where have you been all my life?

  “I…” Hollie tried to speak, but he’d robbed all the air from her body. He continued to move his finger in and out of her tight ass and while the sensation was unusual, she didn’t dislike it at all. Quite the contrary. It felt naughty and hot and…

  “Okay,” sh
e whispered.

  Noah froze, his eyes drifting closed. “You’re killing me, Hollie.”

  She was killing him?

  She’d barely touched him. Meanwhile, he’d driven her to mind-blowing orgasm time and time again.

  “I need you, Noah.”

  He slowly pulled his finger from her ass and she realized—finally!—he was going to fuck her.

  Noah climbed over her—then paused. When he looked over his shoulder, searching the room for something, she understood what he was doing.

  “I’m on the Pill.”

  He glanced back at her, his brows furrowed. “I have a condom in my pants, Holl, if you’d rather I—”

  “I don’t. Don’t want you to use one if you don’t have a reason to.”

  “I’m clean,” he said.

  “So am I.”

  He blew out a long sigh. “I’ve never…God…I really want…”

  “Untie me, Noah. I want to touch you.”

  The fantasy had been incredible. Something she wanted to revisit with him about a million times in the future if he’d agree to it. But right now, this time, their first time, she wanted it to be just them.

  Hollie and Noah.

  Nollie, she thought, with a grin.

  Noah missed her smile as he leaned forward, releasing the ties on her arms, then reached lower to tug the knots at her ankles loose.

  Once she was free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Noah wasted no time placing his cock at the entrance to her body and sliding home.

  He filled her perfectly.

  Noah moved slowly as first, taking the time to kiss her.

  Hollie squeezed her eyes closed to hold back the tears threatening. She’d never once shed tears of happiness, but right now, it took a great deal of effort not to dissolve into sobs. Which was ridiculous.

  Then she realized why she was so moved.

  She was in love with Noah.

  The emotion crashed into her like a tidal wave. She’d never been in love before. She’d been in lust, in fondness, in genuine like with other guys, but not once had she given her heart away.

  When Noah released her lips and gave her a sweet smile, she returned it, trying to ignore the part of her that worried about tomorrow.