Page 19 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

just a secret for a little while

Grant

My hand is pressed low at Devon’s back as I whisk her from the restaurant and into an awaiting cab.

She blurts out her address quickly, something I barely register against the backdrop of my thundering heartbeat.

My cock has been semi-hard for about three-fourths of the evening so far.

With Devon’s luscious beauty, something my body cannot ignore, in spite of my valiant efforts to tamp it down, the little brain between my legs is driving the bus now.

We’re both silent on the ride, Devon’s chest rising and falling as she works to control her breathing.

There’s no doubt we’re both feeling this.

The air between us is thick and heavy, almost suffocating.

I want to shove up her skirt and then pull her to my lap and right onto my cock.

I want her writhing and moaning as we fuck in the back seat of this cab, and I couldn’t care less if the driver were to witness.

The best I can do, though, is put my hand on the seat between us, fingers spread wide so that my pinky touches her leg. I move it ever so slightly, just enough to feel the softness where her skirt has ridden up and exposed creamy skin.

When we stop, I throw some money up into the front seat and help Devon out to the sidewalk. We head inside a nondescript apartment building I couldn’t describe to anyone if they asked. I have no idea where we even are in this city. Minor details to where my head is at right now.

Into the elevator. Up three floors. Four doors down a long hallway.

It’s a blur. Each step is a step closer, but still too far away. She fumbles with her keys, struggling to get the lock open. Pulling me inside, she slams the door, locks it, and gives me a look of near madness.

“Grant, I want to—I mean we shouldn’t, but—”

I lean forward, put my hand to the back of her head, and pull her lips to mine. Conversation time is over. I can only think of all the dirty things I want to do to her.

She sighs the instant our lips meet, opening her mouth for me, our tongues tangling as I press in deep to claim more of the kisses haunting me relentlessly ever since our night together.

Pushing up her skirt with my free hand, I slide right in between her legs to feel how wet she is already.

Oh yeah. Fingers dip beneath the edge of silky panties and sink into her slick heat.

She moans against my mouth as I make contact, then arching onto my fingers, starting to fuck her with a singular purpose in mind.

Making her come right here, right now on my hand, while pinned against the door of her apartment because we can’t wait the extra minute of time it would take to make it to a bed.

This beautiful woman in my arms needs to come with my fingers in her cunt and my tongue in her mouth.

She needs it. I need to give it to her.

While I work on making her come, she works on loosening my belt, unzipping my pants, and stroking over my cock through my shorts. Just having her hands on me feels…fucking incredible. This woman is incredible.

Somehow, we’re moving, kissing, touching each other as we get busy with getting naked at the same time.

We pull away our layers—blouse, shirt, pants, skirt, shoes, socks.

She unhooks her bra, her beautiful breasts spilling out for me to lick.

I take my fingers out of her pussy to get her panties down her legs and off.

A pity, that.

But I have plans to make up for it. Very. Very. Soon.

I look around wildly and figure her kitchen table will just have to do for what I have in mind.

Picking her up, I bring her over to the surface and sit her down.

Pushing her legs apart, I dive between them, my tongue eager and exploring.

My thumb works her clit as my tongue sinks inside her tight heat.

She pulls at my hair, pushing me to partake, to devour her, to gorge myself on her beautiful, beautiful body.

She makes sexy sounds that could make me come just from hearing her.

When I think I might, I stand and take a breath, my vision slightly blurry.

I feel drugged. I feel out of control. And she looks the same, her gaze unfocused, her hair wild around her shoulders as she grips the side of the table, her pussy wet and swollen, ready to be fucked by me.

I lower my boxers, my cock so hard it could probably function as a glass cutter in a pinch. I hear myself ask her what she wants. I swear I could be having an out-of-body experience from how blurred by lust I am right now.

“I want to ride you,” she says, licking her lips in a way that makes the tip of my cock seep with the need to be in her.

I nod, holding out my hand to help her from the table down to the floor.

She steps gingerly, like her legs have gone weak, but she still pushes me to the floor with a strength that’s impressive.

The floor is hardwood, cold and unforgiving, but I couldn’t care less.

I doubt she cares either. All I can think about is getting my cock inside her.

She helps me find a condom in the pocket of my rumpled pants and then eagerly rolls it onto my bobbing cock.

It’s pure perfection when she straddles me before sinking her warm, wet cunt down onto my cock.

We both cry out from how good it feels. She proceeds to ride me as requested, hands on my chest, fingernails biting down into my skin.

I can’t stop touching her—her ass, hips, thighs, the soft skin of her lower back.

I lean up and take one erect nipple into my mouth, biting and sucking and teasing as she throws her head back, arches her back toward me, soft sounds of satisfaction coming from deep in her throat.

One tit satisfied, I move to the other, and when I do, she starts to come, her walls tightening around my cock. Her cunt pulses and pulses as she thrashes her head wildly, the noises coming out of her intense and animalistic and nonsensical.

Only when she seems to settle do I sit up, holding her against me, standing us up. Still connected, I walk to the living room, to the carpeted floor. I put her down on her back, slipping loose as she cries out in protest, “No!”

“I know,” I say, repositioning myself. I kiss her, look into her fever-bright eyes. I kiss her flushed cheeks and her perfect tits. When I sink back into her, she bends her legs, giving me deeper access. I push those long legs up, folding them over my shoulders. It feels like we’re one person.

“So deep,” I groan as I start to fuck her in earnest, my thrusts growing faster, harder, more desperate.

“More,” she pleads. “Please…don’t ever stop.”

I won’t, baby. In and out, I push harder, each moment closer.

She closes her eyes and turns her head to the side as her pussy begins to clench around me again. “No,” I scold. “I want your eyes looking at me when you come.”

The way she looks up at me? So responsive following my command to perfection?

It makes my balls tighten with the impending explosion.

My own orgasm starts and overtakes everything else.

Her pussy clenches so hard around me, over and over, squeezing me dry, taking from me.

I empty into her with a roar, not letting up until I feel her relax and her body go boneless.

We lie there together for a long time, me on top of her, my cock still twitching inside of her, her breathing labored, her hand slowly stroking my back.

I don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, I get up, helping her to her feet.

She heads into the bathroom, and I clean up in the kitchen before going back to find her.

She emerges, still looking slightly dazed, and crawls onto her bed, patting the space beside her.

I don’t need a second invitation. Naked, we lie on top of her comforter, just breathing and recovering.

Fucking hell. She’s…she’s just incredible.

Sex with her is unworldly. Extraordinary.

I nod off for a moment, and maybe she does too.

After a long time, we turn and face each other.

I run my fingertips down her side, reveling at the way it makes her skin erupt in gooseflesh.

“I don’t think I can stay away from you, Devon,” I finally say, my voice dry and hoarse all of a sudden.

“It’s not just the sex, which is enough, believe me.

I just really like you. A lot. Being in your company.

I like talking to you, and I can really use a friend in a new city. ”

Devon is quiet for a long minute, her eyes seemingly focused on my lips.

When she refocuses to meet my gaze, she says, “I’ve been working on launching my own business, you know.

I’m testing out the model right now. Trying some new things.

Getting the cookbook together. If things work, this could be my last season with the Crush before I set out on my own. ”

“I’m not sure what you’re telling me,” I confess.

“I’m saying…” She stops talking. Takes a breath. “I’m not big on being someone’s secret, Grant, but I want you to be successful here. So maybe it’s just a secret for a little while. One season, and then I can set out on my own and we’ll be free to see each other openly.”

I put my hand on her cheek and lean in for a kiss. “Let’s take it day by day, beautiful, gorgeous Devon. I need you to know I’d be proud to have you on my arm, yeah? In my bed. At my side. But I appreciate your discretion right now. I promise I won’t take it for granted.”

She answers by pushing me to my back, her mouth on my pectorals, my stomach…

And then my cock.