Page 6 of A Vegas Crush Collection #3

living my best life

Grant

Best day ever, I think as I hold this beautiful woman’s hand, our pace frenzied as we head out of the bar toward the elevators. She swipes her room key and chooses her floor, and we stand hand in hand, nervous energy palpable in our silence.

When we step off, a cheerful ding rings through the air, and there’s only the tiniest hesitation in her step before I’m towed along down the long hallway of gaudy carpet and poor lighting.

Her steps are sure, her stride long. I take all of her in as we walk—the feminine shape of her ass in those jeans, the way her hair escapes her wild bun, the length of her neck, the peek of skin where her sweater drops from her shoulder.

Surely kissing her was as lucky as I will get. Surely just seeing her, knowing a creature like her walks among us should be enough for me. Right?

We arrive at her room, and she swipes us in, the door closing with a heavy click behind us.

We stare at each other hotly for a beat or two before she is on me.

It’s an attack unlike any I’ve ever experienced.

Her lips are kissing mine. Her hands are in my hair.

Her body presses against mine as my cock strains to greet her through the silk of my slacks.

She pushes my jacket off my shoulders, and my cock throbs at the thought of the unreal promise of what’s to come.

Fuck.

This beautiful, lovely creature.

As my jacket falls to the floor, her busy fingers start to work on the buttons of my shirt.

Four buttons are opened before her mouth moves—an undisputable eon of time before her lips drop down to kiss my chest. As her hands spread apart my shirt, her tongue licks over my pecs, my collarbone, both of my nipples.

It all feels so fucking good I get lost in the experience of being touched, kissed, licked—intimately. It’s been so long since I’ve felt…

She breaks only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head in an effort to assist in this process of getting naked.

She lets out a breathy sigh as I bare my torso. “God, I knew you’d be super ripped,” she says, more to herself than to me.

I pull her to me, our lips meeting again as I pick her up, my hands on her ass, her legs wrapping around me as I walk toward the king-sized bed that’s been placed on a platform near a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows.

The amazing view of Vegas at night catches my attention only momentarily, a pale comparison to the woman in front of me.

I drop her onto the fluffy, white duvet, nipping at her lips, her ear, and that long elegant neck I fantasied about earlier down at the bar.

She works my belt loose, then she unzips my pants.

I toe off my shoes and kick them away as two thuds follow their path to somewhere on the floor.

Then it’s time to do the awkward shimmy out of my pants from a prone position on the bed, but I’m up for it.

So up for it.

Left only in my black boxer briefs, she pushes her hand down slowly beneath the fabric and wraps it around my cock, now fully hard and aching. Holy. Fuck. So good. My hips move in rhythm with her strokes as our tongues mingle, soft sighs and moans erupting from both of our throats.

“You’re still dressed,” I tell her, my voice more of a growl than anything else.

She lets out a little laugh and sits up, pulling her soft sweater over her head, her bun coming loose.

One tug at the band that holds it in place and her long, soft, dark hair falls over her shoulders.

I nearly lose it right there, she’s so sexy.

I move in quickly, pushing one breast out of the confines of a pale-yellow satin bra, my tongue and teeth grazing the bud of her nipple as it hardens beautifully beneath my mouth.

Her response only makes my cock harder, if that’s even possible.

My hands tug at her jeans as she kicks off her heels.

They make softer thuds when they hit the floor than my shoes did a moment ago.

The sounds of our clothes and shoes being hastily discarded cranks up the sensuality of the moment, electrifying the space between us, creating metaphorical arcs of high voltage. I swear my ears are buzzing.

Finally, she shimmies free of the last of the denim with a series of more helpful tugs from me. I toss those fuckin’ jeans across the room where they land someplace, the metal button scraping over a surface before falling silent.

She laughs again, but I’m not sure at what. The sound of her jeans sliding down the wall? At me? At my eagerness to get her naked?

I don’t really care at this point; I’m too far gone with lust to consider much of anything else but getting inside her.

Spreading her legs wide with my hands, my head moves down to kiss through the matching pale-yellow strip of satin covering her pussy.

She moans, arching her back to create friction as her hands bury themselves in my hair again.

Encouraged, I pull those little yellow panties down over her slim hips to join the rest of our discarded clothing, nearly drooling at the sight of her bare pussy lips framing a clit wet with arousal. So deliciously wet.

“Please,” she begs, pushing her hips up. “Please.”

I flick that slippery nub with my tongue, relishing the satisfied noise she makes and taste of her. My fingers work at her entrance, slipping inside. “You’re so wet,” I murmur, encouraged by the noises she makes, by the way her hips move to meet every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers.

Suddenly, an almost panicked thought flies into my head. It comes out as fast as it came to me. “I—I just realized I don’t know your name.”

I say this with my mouth hovering above her most private of places, my fingers still moving inside of her.

Looking up, I see she’s looking at me, her dark eyes glittering, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Well, look at us,” she says through more laughter. “Living up to the stories about Vegas.”

Grinning, I say, “Well, I’m Grant.”

“Devon. And you look like a Grant. Like a movie star.”

It’s dark in the room but for the city lights outside the windows.

Enough light that I can see her cheeks darken after she makes the comment.

She’s embarrassed? Fuck me, I’m the one who should be blushing.

I’m just some big oaf with marginally good genes.

This woman? She’s a goddess. One I’m happy to bow to at the moment.

“I may be a bit tipsy,” she says, biting her lip, still embarrassed for whatever unknown reason.

This stops me as understanding dawns. That’s why she’s been laughing.

I pull away from her and stand, putting my hand in hers and pulling her to a sitting position. Her hair is wild, her nipples overflowing the top of her bra. I may lose it in the next minute just looking at her like this. But still, I need to be sure this is okay.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask. “We had some drinks, and I don’t want you to regret this in the morning. I want to make sure you want it.”

“You’re sweet,” she says, that blush spreading over her cheeks again. “But I think I’d regret not doing it. I mean…have you seen you? Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

I lean forward, hands on the bed on either side of her hips, lips hovering close to hers. “Have you?”

The noise Devon makes is guttural. Sexual. Frustrated. Full of want. And it makes me hard all over again. She leans forward, her lips on mine, her hand again on my cock, her tongue in my mouth.

I want to experience all of this woman’s body so badly.

If this is a one-night stand, then I aim to make it the best. I kiss along her jaw and neck as my fingertips pluck at her nipples, hard pearls in the cool, dry air of the hotel room.

I suck and nip and she moans her approval, asking me for more, begging to make her come.

My fingers slip back inside her hot, wet pussy, and she says, “Please,” again in that breathless voice that urges me to pick up the pace.

My mouth works at her perfect breasts while my fingers fuck her until her pussy quivers and clenches, her cry of satisfaction nearly enough to make me explode as I ride the wave, fingering her until she quiets, her breathing heavy, her eyes closed, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips.

“I hate to step away from this, but give me a moment to grab a condom?”

She nods, still blissful, and I find my pants where they landed between the wall and the side of the bed, thankful that Marcus made me come here prepared.

Hey, Grant, it’s Vegas; you never know. And I’d laughed at him, thoroughly certain there was negative chance I’d be having sex with anyone while here for a job interview.

Working it over my cock, I make my way back to the bed. I lean in to kiss Devon. “This still okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moans, reaching out to guide me into place. I’m a big guy, so it takes some maneuvering, but once I’m in…

We both moan at the same time, our bodies fitting so well together.

Her hands find my ass as she leads me to move.

Fingernails rake along my back as I start to thrust in and out, my mouth on her mouth, on her neck, on her perfect tits as she arches to push them toward me.

The chemistry between us is intense but in only the best way.

I roll us over, placing her on top, and she moves her hips as I tease her erect nipples and run my hands over her creamy, soft skin.

She comes again, her pussy clenching my cock as she throws her head back with a long moan.

She stills as the wave of pleasure overtakes her, her skin erupting in gooseflesh, her hair hanging long down her back.

I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole life.

As her orgasm subsides—a minute, an hour, a lifetime, it seems to take—she says, “I want you.”

“You have me,” I say, but I know what she’s asking for. We fit that well, and we both know it.

I help her off my hips and spread her out on the bed before me, moving her where I want her. I take her hands and curl them over the top of the headboard, setting them in place with a tap so her long, lean body is on display for me.

Our eyes meet in silent communication of understanding.

She knows I want her in this position. I start at her feet and kiss my way up her inner thighs first, then her slick pussy, taking slow licks up and down her clit until she’s writhing against my mouth.

I say goodbye to her pussy and move on up over her stomach, across her hip, and up higher to kiss her even more spectacular breasts now that they’re free of the bra.

The final destination is my lips at her neck when I push back inside her, filling her all the way to my balls.

She nearly folds herself in two at my invasion, pulling her legs up, allowing me to push even deeper inside of her. So deep.

Our eyes meet again, and once more, the connection is intense between us. Neither of us looks away. No one else in the world exists right now but the two of us sharing our bodies in the most carnal of ways.

Hell, nothing else in the world exists right now but the two of us fucking. Please, never let it end.

My pace intensifies with each subsequent thrust—as deep as I can sink my cock into her—over and over and over again.

Devon starts to shake, baring her teeth at me when she comes a third time, clenching hot and tight around my cock, her soft cries of pleasure triggering my own release.

I allow myself to ride the wave this time, erupting hard and hot, literally seeing stars as intense pleasure overtakes everything else in the fucking world.

Devon’s eyes lock with mine once more as I’m coming, linking us through sight and the sound of the pounding slides of my dick, fucking the last of its will into her.

We simply cannot look away from each other.

It’s too exceptional our physical connection at this moment.

My arms are literally spasming from holding me up, so I won’t crush her.

She shudders in pleasure beneath me, her dark eyes still locked on mine when I empty everything I’ve got deep inside her beautiful, willing body.

Breathing hard in the dark, our bodies entangled, both of us coming down from the incredible high of the best sex I can ever remember—I nearly forgot that earlier today I was offered my dream job.

Paired with tonight, and the lovely woman in my arms after what we just did together?

I’d have to say…this is me living my best life. Looks like I’m not irrevocably broken after all.