Hot in the City 2: Sin City (29 page)

Sitting down on the tub platform across from where he waited, Diana spread her legs for his viewing pleasure, stroking one long finger up the center of her pussy and putting it in her mouth to suck it clean.

She saw Marc pull in his breath and could have sworn his cock swelled even bigger in response.

Reaching one slender leg out across the expanse of the tub, she said, “Take off my shoe.”

He did as she asked, gently caressing her foot in the process.

“Now, slowly remove my stocking.”

He used both hands, caressing both inner and outer thigh as he rolled it down with painstaking thoroughness that had her cunt practically dripping.

After he finally completed the task, she pulled back her leg and offered the other one. His shoe and stocking removal was just as lingering and sexy this time, and she liked that he was willing to go as slow as she requested, given how badly she knew they both wanted to just leap on each other.

Finally, Diana stepped down into the tub and knelt before him. “Spread your legs.”

He did as she asked and she took his big, hard cock in her fist, drawing it downward, toward her face. She used her other hand to reach up on the edge of the tub next to her lover and remove the linen tablecloth she’d used to hide her little tray of delights. It contained the open bottle of champagne resting in an ice bucket, a bowl of strawberries, and another bowl filled with melted chocolate.

He laughed when he saw the chocolate, pointing. “
That
wasn’t on the room service menu.”

She shook her head, agreeing. “A special request I relayed to the very nice lady on the phone.”

He stopped laughing, though, when Diana dipped a soup spoon in the bowl, using it to dribble warm chocolate on his erection.

“Oh God,” he murmured, looking down at her as she licked the dark chocolate off the tip of his cock.

A naughty smile grew on his face. “You want more than that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Flashing a playful expression, she gave an enthusiastic nod before easing her mouth over his nice, chocolaty cock. The chocolate filled her senses with delectable taste as his dick filled her mouth with heat and desire. She sucked him, enjoying both sensations more than she could have predicted. And when she had sucked him nearly clean of all the chocolate, she released his slightly messy hard-on from her mouth and smiled up at him.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Delicious, of course.”

“Want some more?”

“Mmm, yes. Chocolate-covered cock is one of my favorite treats.”

He laughed and said, “Well, baby, we’ll just have to make sure you get to have it all the time.” He reached for the spoon, adding, “I love what a bad girl you are for me,” just before spreading another thick glaze of melted chocolate over his length.

She didn’t hesitate to close her lips over his sweet, tasty erection. This time she sucked him harder, swallowing the chocolate and any pre-come she might be drawing from his ever-so-stiff shaft. They covered his thick cock with chocolate three more times before they decided to move on to something else.

Marc announced he wanted some chocolate-covered breasts, so he eased down into the bubbles next to her, spooning the chocolate onto one of her nipples. “Mmm,” she moaned, not only at the sensation but at how scrumptious it looked. “Lick it off.”

Bending his head, Marc obeyed her, thoroughly cleaning her breast of the liquid chocolate.

“Now the other,” she said.

He continued, dribbling chocolate on her, licking and sucking her clean, until finally he said, “I don’t know about you, but I need something to wash all this chocolate down.”

Diana reached for the strawberries and Marc extracted the champagne bottle from the ice. They took turns then, feeding each other the luscious red fruit and drinking champagne from the bottle.

Eventually, Marc spilled the champagne down her chest, licking and suckling her clean. She did the same with his cock before she perched on the side of the tub and playfully nestled strawberry after strawberry in the pink folds of her pussy, letting him extract them with his tongue.

After nearly an hour of food play, Marc leaned close to her ear and said, “This has been so incredibly erotic and fun, baby, that part of me never wants to stop, but another part of me is dying to fuck you so bad that I can hardly breathe.”

“Mmm, I bet I know the particular part,” she cooed, reaching into the bubbles until her hand was wrapped firmly around his enormous cock.

Setting all the food aside, they washed each other with the soap and soft sponges provided before Diana straddled him in the Jacuzzi, balancing her pussy on the head of his big, strong shaft. Biting her lip, looking into his eyes, she lowered herself, smoothly taking him inside.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “This is like coming home.”

“Mmm,” she sighed, “Yes. Home.”

And it was. She’d thought she might never have him inside her again, and that moment of being filled with him truly
was
like going back to someplace she missed, someplace she cherished. “So big,” she whispered. “So hard.”

“All for you, baby. All for you.”

She rode him, soft at first, and then with more power—she just wanted to feel him in her, penetrating deeper, fucking her harder than ever before. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, baby.”

“I’m going to fuck you forever, sweetheart. Every day and every night.”

His hands roamed her body, her breasts, her ass, until finally he inserted one finger into her tight little asshole, said, “I love you,” and made her come with a fury she’d never experienced before.

“Oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she panted, riding it out for all it was worth, realizing he was there, too—pumping hard and deep and furious into her, letting out a deep, satiated sigh, then resting his head on her shoulder.

“I love you, too,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m so glad I’m here with you, Marc. I suddenly can’t imagine being with any other man in any other place in the world.”

Slowly, he lifted his head, and flashed a wicked smile. “Welcome to Sin City, sweetheart.”

About the author:

Lacey Alexander is the pseudonym of an award-winning author whose romance novels have been published by Harlequin and Kensington. Additionally, over forty of her short stories and articles have seen publication. Lacey lives in Kentucky with her husband of fifteen years and she loves being a full-time writer. When not creating romance and romantica, she enjoys crafts, American history, and travel, and she particularly likes incorporating her favorite destinations into her work. She is an active member of Romance Writers of America and Novelists, Inc.

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