Hot in the City 2: Sin City (9 page)

To make sure they all had a good view of her ass and slit, she rose on all fours and crawled slowly to the other seat, where she and Marc had started the evening. Once there, she leaned over it, resting the upper half of her body on the plush fabric, which felt scintillatingly soft on her bare breasts.

“Come and get me,” she cooed to Marc, then reached behind her and used her first two fingers to spread open her lips and give them all another enticing glimpse of pink.

She looked over her shoulder at him, bit her lip. “Come on,” she said softly, casting a sexy smile. “I’m waiting for you.”

He returned the grin and got in position behind her, but didn’t enter her hungry cunt.

Finally, she got impatient. “Why aren’t you in me?”

She heard his rich chuckle just as he dropped a little kiss high on her ass. “I’m looking,” he said. “I’m looking at your hot little hole. It’s all nice and open, and I’m enjoying the view.”

When she again glanced over her shoulder, she found Craig and Dan had returned to their seats, clearly sensing that her focus had narrowed to Marc again. “Is it wet?” she asked.

Marc audibly pulled in his breath at the question. “Mmm, very. And there’s a pretty little trail of juice leaking out.”

Her patience was growing short again, and he sensed it.

“You want my cock in you, sweetheart?”

She nodded. “Badly.”

“All right. Here it comes.”

And then his colossal erection was sliding slowly into her again—deep, deeper, deepest, making her groan. “So big,” she whimpered. “Fuck me.”

As before, his thrusts were thoroughly intense, filling her to the brim and making her scream with each stroke. And as he fucked her, she realized there was more than just the sensation of a huge cock—there were fingers playing about her ass, passing gently over the tiny fissure. He caressed her, rubbing her asshole, gently prodding at the opening.

She let out a moan and drank it all in: the cock inside her, the sweet stimulation of her anus. Wetness—he was rubbing her with wet fingers now, which he must have slid through her arousal to lubricate her.

Hot little circular caresses on her asshole soon led to pushing, easing into it, and another oh-so-pleasant intrusion. She heard herself sob.

She’d had guys play with her ass a little, rubbing the tiny gap and getting her hot, but this was the first time she’d actually been fucked there, even just with fingers, and it was incredible, especially with Marc’s continued driving thrusts into her pussy. Her whimpers turned desperate and needy. Her control over her body felt lost. So many sensations, hard and soft, fast and slow…oh God, she couldn’t take much more.

She hadn’t thought she could come again, but she’d also never had her asshole stimulated quite so thoroughly while an enormous cock filled her. She reached up under herself, between her legs, and pressed three fingers over her slit. Finding her clitoris, she rubbed around it in hot little circles. It took only seconds to reach her third and most intense orgasm of the night. She screamed out—hard, loud cries that surely alerted anyone within hearing distance on the street that a woman was having her brains fucked out in the limo.

Behind her, Marc knew he couldn’t last much longer. He thought it was a miracle that he’d managed to keep from shooting his load before now.

Damn, to think that a few hours ago he was worried about offending her by coming on too strong, by touching her back in the theater. He’d hoped Diana would want to get wild with him, but he’d had no idea his flirtatious little friend would be open to something as hot and out-of-bounds as what they were doing right now. It had him nearly out of his mind with lust and he was going to explode any minute.

Even so, he wanted to hold off a little longer, so he eased back, pulled his cock out of her. But when he looked down and—shit—saw how open
both
of her passages were, the sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He couldn’t keep himself from slipping his cock back into her just a little—just enough to tease.

“Are you all gonna come soon?” she asked them over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah,” Dan said, half-growling.

“Mmm, good,” she purred.

Marc delivered almost-painful-now mini-thrusts, aware both guys were stroking their cocks behind him, getting close. It seemed a safe enough time for him to ram back into her, fuck her hard. He did, and she cried out, arching her back.

He pounded into her fast and furious, gave her everything he had, and when he finally heard his friends let out the moans that came with orgasm, first Dan, then Craig, he finally let himself go inside her, moaning his last.

Chapter Four

Marc barely slept that night. He was too keyed up by the wild evening he’d spent with Diana. First, they’d dropped Dan and Craig at the Brookner office downtown so they could pick up their cars, after which he’d instructed the driver—a guy in his thirties who had surely heard the racket and known exactly what was happening—to take them to the Venetian.

Sitting in the back of the limo, he’d kissed Diana with all the passion he had left inside him after spending so damn much of it through the evening. “Well,” he’d said softly, his hands buried in her hair, “looks like you found that sin you were looking for.”

She’d misunderstood his intent. “Did I just…mess things up with you by doing what I did tonight? Make you…not like me as much as before? Do you think I’m a slut?”

“God, no, sweetheart,” he whispered. The truth was, before tonight, he’d liked her—a lot. Now…he was crazy about her. “I
loved
what you did tonight. And I
love
how sexually free you are. I promise.”

She peered up into his eyes. “I did it mostly because I wanted to please
you
.”

He knew that. She’d asked him before she’d done it, of course, but he’d also somehow sensed that it had more to do with him than with Dan and Craig. “And I love that.”

Stepping out of the car with her, he’d kissed her once more and watched her walk away, into the hotel, in that sexy dress, thinking how much
more
sexy she was underneath it.

Now, it was morning, and he feared it would be strange to see her in the office. What if she had regrets? What if fooling around with all three of them had seemed fun at the time because she was in Las Vegas and had been drinking and had just seen a very arousing show, but she had awakened thinking,
What the hell did I do?
He’d known girls before—back in college and even since then—who’d let themselves get wild when they’d been drinking or high, but who felt used and ashamed the next day.

And to think they had to walk into the corporate offices of Adrianna, Inc. this morning and go straight to work like nothing had happened.

He was passing through the crisp, contemporary lobby when she stepped off the elevator, looking exactly like the professional woman on the website—but also somehow like the hot, sexy vixen he’d partied with so decadently just hours ago.

Like him, she was a little early, so Holly wasn’t at her desk yet, and they were alone. He closed the distance between them.

When he spoke, his voice came low and was filled with earnest concern. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a confident smile.

He blinked, then grabbed her arm and pulled her into the stairwell next to the elevators, where no one would happen upon them.

She seemed surprised, peering up at him with expectant eyes.

“No, I mean—
how are you
? How are you
really
? After last night?”

She tilted her head and gave an indulgent smile. “Well, my pussy is a little sore, but other than that, I’m completely fine. Did you think I’d have regrets or something?”

He let out a quick sigh. “Well, I thought you might. I mean…you said you’d never done anything like that before.”

She spoke matter-of-factly. “No. But I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

Okay, so he was being an idiot here. Worrying needlessly over this woman who he…well, who he…damn it, just as he’d realized upon parting with her last night, he was pretty damn wild about her. He let a sheepish smile form. “Good. So did I.”

With that, he molded his hands to her hips through her jacket. Her crisp, sexy suit was a sensual shade that bordered between blue and black—darker than the silk blouse of midnight blue she wore underneath. He leaned in close and, now that he knew she was truly okay, let a little of the natural animal in him come out. He practically growled his words. “Do you know how fucking hot you were last night?”

Her laugh was full-bodied and sexy.

He laughed, too. “I still can’t quite get over it.”

“So had
you
ever done anything like that before?” She splayed her hands across his crisp white shirt on either side of his tie, lightly kneading his chest through the starched fabric.

“Um, yeah, actually.”

She looked aroused. “Is that one of those secrets you were keeping?”

“Let’s just say I knew some pretty crazy girls in college. And there was another time a couple of years ago—one of my friend’s girlfriends decided to invite a few of us into a bedroom at a party. And…”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Still more?”

He was back to feeling sheepish. “Yeah, some other times. What can I say? I’ve been a…sexually experimental guy,” he concluded with a grin.

“Well, now that I’ve experienced it, I can say with authority that it all sounds like a lot of fun,” she replied with a light, pretty laugh, and he nodded.

It
had
been fun. Every single time, he’d felt like the luckiest guy on earth to be living out something most men only fantasized about. But now, well…all the other times had been fun, all right, but they’d been nothing like last night for him. Last night his heart had pounded in his chest, and his cock had felt like it was going to explode over and over again. Watching her commit such hot, sensual acts with such bold flair and confidence had made him think she was fucking amazing.

He let his hands slide around to cup her ass through her skirt, which was, he’d noticed immediately, nice and short as she’d promised him that night on the phone. He leaned into her, pressing his hard-on against the front of her cunt.

“Mmm,” she said, pulling him down for a kiss.

He whispered in her ear. “Do you know how much I’d love to fuck you right here in the stairwell, sweetheart?”

She licked her lip in that sexy way of hers. “I’d love it, too, but my pussy really
is
sore. We need to give it a short rest, I think.”

Letting his hands descend from her ripe ass, he used one to gather her skirt and slid the other down to finger her through her panties, which he could tell was another sexy thong. He wasted no time pushing the lacy fabric aside and inserting his middle finger up into her moist center.

“Mmm, nice,” she breathed, moving on it, and against his cock, just a little.

“Not too sore for a little finger-fucking, huh?”

“Apparently not.” She was getting into it now, working her wet cunt up and down.

A floor above, a door opened—someone else coming into the stairwell. He immediately withdrew his finger and separated from her. “All right,” he said, no longer speaking quietly. “I’ll see you in a little while for our first brainstorming session.”

“Okay, see you then.”

As footsteps descended the tile stairs, getting closer, Marc—with his back toward whoever approached—stuck his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it clean while she watched, then exited the stairwell back out into the lobby, his cock hard as granite.

* * * * *

Diana began to climb the stairs after Marc’s quick exit, hiding the naughty smile that wanted to leak out. Only after passing a nondescript man and waiting for his footfalls to fade somewhere below her did she return back to the 5
^th
floor of the high-rise building—one of several levels which housed the Adrianna corporate offices.

Since Holly still wasn’t at her desk, she took a seat on the lavish sofa provided in the waiting area, her pussy still tingling from Marc’s little stairwell assault.

She didn’t know why he kept thinking she was a good girl, the kind of girl who would wake up in tears of remorse after a wild night out, but she couldn’t help thinking it was sweet of him to care.

The truth was, she’d been overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure a woman could find with multiple partners. For years, she’d fantasized about such a situation, maybe even wished for it—she’d once dated a football player in college with a lot of hunky, sexy friends, and she’d almost hoped he would invite her to do him and one of his friends at the same time, but he never had. And only
doing
had made her truly understand the hot, forbidden delights to be experienced with more than one man.

And as for the good girl she was supposed to be
trying
to be, well—she’d known as soon as she’d laid eyes on Marc, the moment she’d felt the hot chemistry between them, that it was a lost cause. For now, anyway.

As for the rest of the trip…well, if she could get her lust for Marc under control, maybe she’d be strong enough to cool things down with him a little.

And if not, then—as she’d decided once before—this would probably be…a last hot fling. Her last chance to get in all the hot sex and illicit experiences a good girl couldn’t have. Maybe after
that
, she’d at last be able to embrace the part of herself that really did want to be nice and sweet and respectable…for her parents’ sake.