“Why do I feel nervous?” Penelope asks as I walk her to my front door, her palm pressing against mine.
“Are you scared of me?” I ask with a jovial lilt, trying to ease the sexual tension that’s risen between us during the drive. We didn’t partake in conversation on the way back, we barely acknowledged each other. We simply held hands, our thumbs rubbing along each other’s skin.
I have no clue what she was thinking that entire time, but my mind was battling between
what the hell I was thinking
and reminiscing about Penelope sprawled against the hood of my car, her wet pussy crying out to me for more. Can you guess which thought gathered more attention?
She scoffs. “Scared of you? Never. You’re easy to read.”
I open the door to my suite and let her in. “I’m easy to read?” I ask, shutting the door and walking up to her. “Is that so? Enlighten me then, Penelope, what are my tells?”
With ease and precision, dodging furniture, I walk her to the span of windows in my living room and trap her up against the cool glass.
She bites the corner of her lip as her eyes search to the sky for answers. Will she never learn? “You like to button your suit jacket when you get serious…” she trails off. A sad attempt and I have no problem calling her out on it.
Lifting a rakish brow, I study her. “Is that all you’ve got? I button my suit jacket?”
“It’s a work in progress.” She shrugs. “Before spitting out ideas and showing what I know about you, I’m confirming all my hypotheses first.”
“Is that right?” Raising her hands over her head, I say, “Keep studying, baby. You’re not going to find much. As for you,” I lean closer, nipping at her mouth, “this lip right here, this plump and luscious one, every time you bite on it, not only do I know you’re about to lie, but I also get extremely pissed at you.”
“Why?” Her breathing starts to grow heavy with my proximity.
“Because, that’s not your lip to bite Penelope. That is not your lip to hurt, it’s mine. And every time you bite it in front of me, I want to punish you.”
Her teeth rake over her lip, testing me. Such a fucking vixen. “How do you plan on punishing me, Gavin?”
Leaning over to her ear, I speak softly, “What happened to the girl who was nervous a few minutes ago? Was that all a ruse?”
“You’re not the only one who can bluff,” she says in a whisper.
Christ, this woman. One minute she’s showing a side of vulnerability I’ve never seen and the next, she’s tempting me, testing my restraint. Unbeknownst to her, where she is concerned I have zero restraint.
“Keep your hands here,” I say, pressing them against the window for emphasis. “Do not fucking move them or what I’m about to do to you will become a distant dream. Understood?”
Looking up through her eyelashes, she asks, “And what are you about to do to me?”
Smiling devilishly, I say, “I’m going to fuck you up against this window, Miss Prescott. We’re going to give the voyeurs of Las Vegas a show.”
Without waiting for an answer, I grab the hem of her dress and tear it over her head, tossing it to the side. Underneath, she’s only wearing a strapless bra, her thong from earlier in my back pocket. Guiding my hand behind her, I release the clasp of her bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground, revealing her perfectly round breasts. I kick the bra to the side with her dress and take in the picture perfect woman in front of me.
Penelope is unlike any woman I’ve ever been with. Her body is lithe, toned, and tempting. Her breasts are smaller than she promotes, but funny enough, I love how they fit in my palm. Just enough that I can clamp my hand around them, feeling her perky little nipples against my palm. Her stomach is taught, defined, her waist narrow, leading to slight hips and a mouthwatering pussy.
Fuck, her pussy is impeccable, tight and needy.
“Tell me, Miss Prescott, would you rather face everyone while I fuck you against this glass, or would you rather have your back against the glass, showing off that divine ass of yours?”
“Neither,” she says, her chin lifted high. “I don’t fuck anyone who calls me Miss Prescott.”
My fingers gently run across her jaw, her arms are still propped up so I know she’s not about to leave, she’s testing me. “You and I both know that’s a lie. Pretty sure my swollen cock has been inside that tight cunt of yours a few times now, despite the fact that I call you Miss Prescott.”
“It ends now,” she answers sternly.
My lips tug up in a smile from the little ball of sass in front of me taking a stance. “Or what?”
Lowering her hands, I think she’s about to leave, but instead, she unbuckles my jeans and pushes them down with my boxer briefs. She then lifts my shirt up and over my head, exposing my body to her.
Her fingers caress the divots in my stomach as they work their way down to my hard, erect cock. Swiftly, without warning, she grips my length and holds onto it tightly. “I know what you’ve been wondering for a while, Gavin, I know what’s been going through that handsome head of yours.”
“You think I’m handsome?” I tease.
“Really? That’s what you’re concerned about?” She glides her hand up my cock and then back down, pulling me back into her conversation.
I clear my throat. “You were saying?”
“I can see it in those midnight eyes of yours, Gavin. You want to know what my lips look like wrapped around your dick, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have my wet, hot mouth encasing your cock. You want to know how deep I can take you, how it feels to be nine inches inside my throat while my tongue leisurely licks your balls. Don’t you?”
If I was a teenager, I’m pretty sure I would have just come.
Instead, my cock is harder than ever, fucking throbbing in the palm of her hand, looking for her to stop teasing me and to cash in on that picture she just painted for me.
Grinding my teeth and taking a deep breath, I answer, “I do.” Honesty is the best policy, especially when your dick is being held by an evil temptress.
“Then tell me you what you want me to do, using my name, Gavin.”
Easy enough. Leaning a little closer, her hand still wrapped around me, I tilt her head up and kiss her lips softly, intimately. “Penelope,” I breathe out, kissing one side of her mouth to the other. “I want to know what it feels like to have these delicious lips sucking my dick into your sweet, sassy mouth. How’s that for asking what I want?”
“That works,” she says right before dropping down to her knees.
My legs shake beneath me from the heat already pouring off of Penelope. Support is desperately needed, so I press my hands on the glass in front of me, while Penelope glides her hands up my thighs to my straining erection.
Right when I think she’s about to grip the root of my length, her fingers slide back down my thighs, a naughty smile on her face.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, breathless and throbbing uncontrollably.
“Testing your will.”
“Not necessary, it’s strong. No need to check it.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.” Her fingers slide back up where they barely caress the bottom of my balls. The scratch of her nails running along the sensitive skin throws my nerves into a frenzy.
“Fuck,” I bite out.
“Does that feel good, Gavin?”
“Do you know what would feel better? Your mouth around my cock.”
Gripping my balls now, she rubs her thumb at the base of my dick, playing with a sensitive vein on the underside. I spread my legs further apart and lean my head against my arm, my erection straining right by her face, dancing dangerously close to her lips.
That will she’s testing, it’s paper thin right about now. If I could, I would hump the air just for any kind of relief from the pressure building at the tip of my dick from the blood pooling at the head.
“Tell me, Gavin, how much do you want to thrust your swollen cock into my mouth?”
My throat is tight, I can barely get out the words. “More than fucking anything.”
With a smile on her face, her little pink tongue sticks out of her mouth and flicks across my cock, from the bottom to the top, barely caressing me, just fucking teasing me.
My palm slaps the glass, my restraint completely gone. “Penelope,” I warn.
The licks stop. “Yes?”
Breathing heavily, I say, “Payback is a bitch.”
Her hand gently squeezes my balls and then slides up my length, using the saliva of her licks as lubrication. “I look forward to it,” she says with mirth, right before her mouth encircles the head.
The minute her mouth wraps around my dick, I can’t help it, I thrust forward needing more. And to my delight, she takes it, opening her mouth and letting me thrust in and out of it. Brief relief encompasses me before she removes herself completely, hands and all.
“Fuck, Penelope!” I shout, pre-cum on my tip, waiting to be licked off.
She stand. Fucking stands!
With my arms straddling her shoulders, she lifts her hands over her head, replicating the position I had her in before.
Seductively, she smirks at me and says, “Weren’t you going to fuck me against the window?”
I growl.
A guttural, feral, rugged growl escapes me. A sound I’ve never made before, a sound I never expected to ever escape my lips.
Flipping the rest of my clothes off, I quickly retrieve a condom from my wallet and sheath myself, taking no time at all in delaying gratification.
“How many condoms do you usually carry with you?” she asks, her face twisted in disapproval.
“Since, I’ve met you, at least three. Before I met you, none.”
It’s true. Yes, I enjoyed sex with random women before I met Penelope, but I wasn’t one to fuck someone sporadically in a hallway. With Penelope, that thought has changed. I can’t get enough of her, I want her all the time and wherever there aren’t prying eyes. To hell if I will let anyone else see her body. Fuck no, she’s for my eyes only.
Desperately she tries to hold back the smile that wants to peek out. Caressing her face and looking deep into her eyes, I say, “Don’t hold back that smile, baby.”
Just as she lets it loose, I cup her ass and hoist her against the glass. Spreading her legs so my cock is at her entrance, I take a deep breath and then plunge in.
“Oh God!” she cries out, her arms falling to my shoulders.
“Arms up,” I grit out. Dutifully, she listens, thankfully quickly because once they’re in place, I thrust into her, at a relentless pace.
There is no finesse in my movements, it’s carnal, out of control, and even if I tried, there is no turning back. I pound into her, hitting her g-spot with each thrust. What started out as a slow perusal of my body is now an all-out, animalistic grinding of our bodies.
“Harder,” she calls out, her breasts swaying with each of my thrusts.
“Christ.” Holding her tighter, my fingers imprinting her legs, I exert myself, driving my cock harder and deeper into her.
Her cries echo through my villa, my groans matching hers. “I’m going to come,” I tell her, feeling my impending orgasm taking over my body.
“Me. Too.”
Clenching rapidly around me, her pussy pulses against my hardened cock as she screams my name, her arms falling over my shoulders as well as her head. Her muffled cries reflecting off our joint bodies.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I shout, pounding into her, not letting up until the entire space around me turns black and all I can do is feel the total euphoria with Penelope’s cunt clenching me and my dick claiming her as mine.
Unable to stand, I collapse to the ground, Penelope still in my arms, our connection still intact. She lays on top of me and giggles, an addictive sound I will never get enough of.
“Lose your balance?” she asks, her hair dancing with my bare chest.
“You fucked me unsteady,” I say, gazing up at her and bringing my hand to her cheek, rubbing it with my thumb.
“Pretty sure you’re the one who fucked me.” She kisses my lips, settling any tension I’ve ever had.
Little does she know… she’s fucked me.
**NELL**
A shiver rolling up my naked spine wakes me from a fitful sleep. It takes me a few seconds to clear my groggy mind and remember where I am, but I still can’t figure out why I’m cold, or why I have an uncomfortable crick in my neck. It isn’t until my eyes fully clear and I’m able to see what little of the room lit by the sunlight peeking through the small gap in the curtains that I realize the problem.
“Son of a bitch,” I grumble, never one to be described as a morning person. I’m lying in Gavin’s bed, still naked after a marathon of all night sex, next to the man in question… well,
next to
him is probably the wrong way to describe it, seeing as he’s basically starfish-ed across the
entire
bed, all the sheets and pillows pulled around him to form a warm, comfortable cocoon, while I lay here, curled into myself in the very minuscule amount of space he’s left for me.
It’s a revelation I never thought I’d be having. Gavin Saint is a
massive
bed hog.
Not feeling so polite after being kept up late—even though the sex was
phenomenal
—sleeping like crap, waking up before my body’s ready, and currently running on no caffeine, I do what any red-blooded American woman who thrives on getting her eight hours would do. Or at least, that’s what I’ll tell myself until the day I die. I twist my body, plant my cold feet in his side, and shove with all my might, sending the obnoxiously attractive bed hog to the floor.
“
What the
...!” Pressing my hand over my mouth, I try my best to stifle a giggle as Gavin’s head, complete with sexy, rumpled hair and a pillow creased face, pops up with a startled and confused look. “What happened?” His head darts side to side, the shocked expression in his eyes nearly making me lose it completely.
I swallow down my laughter the best I can. “Whoops.” I shrug my shoulders, playing the innocent doe-eyed dandy the best I can.
“
Whoops
?” he asks in bewilderment.
“You must have fallen off the bed,” I answer, grabbing a handful of sheet and yanking it over my body before confiscating a pillow and cuddling back into the plush mattress. My eyes are barely closed for a second when suddenly I am plummeting to the carpeted floor on my side.