“Can you do that for me, Sarah? Can you blow me right here?”
She nodded and he reluctantly released her as she slid down to her knees in front of him. Not wanting to wait, Dylan unbuttoned his jeans and forced the denim down his legs while Sarah tugged his boots from his feet. When she pushed his shirt up, he realized she wanted him as naked as she was, so he quickly discarded it while she leaned in and teased the head of his dick with her warm breath.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, placing his hands on the couch cushion, not wanting to reach for her yet. “Tease me, Sarah. Lick me.”
He kept his eyes locked on her face as she wrapped her pretty pink lips around the head of his dick and sucked him, licking, laving, teasing as her eyes remained on his.
She was so sweet. Tentative yet eager. The way her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue curling over his shaft…
“Love your mouth,” he whispered encouragingly. “Perfect fucking mouth.”
That seemed to spur her on, because she caressed his shaft with her tongue, driving him wild with the soft vibrations from her moans. She seemed as eager to suck him as he was for her to do it.
Reaching between his legs, Dylan fisted his cock. “Lick my balls,” he instructed.
Sarah’s head dipped lower and the warmth of her mouth assaulted his sensitive sac. Damn. A chill raced down his spine, and his stomach muscles tensed, exquisite sensations rocking him.
He slowly stroked himself, not hard enough to push him over the edge, but enough to keep him hovering on the brink. When he knew he couldn’t handle much more, Dylan ordered her to stop.
“Stand up,” he instructed.
He assisted her to her feet as he got up. With his dick throbbing, desperate to be inside her, he urged her onto the couch.
“On your hands and knees.”
While she got into position, Dylan rolled a condom on, then moved in behind her, one knee on the cushion, one foot on the floor.
“You ready for me, Sarah?”
“More than ready.” She wiggled her butt toward him, making him smile.
Drawing on the last of his self-control, Dylan lined up with her warm, smooth cunt, then pushed inside her. He was once again overwhelmed with sensation, consumed by the tight sheath of her body as he plunged in deep.
“Oh, God!” Sarah reached forward and put her hand on the arm of the sofa as Dylan slammed into her. He pulled back, then thrust forward hard. He couldn’t help himself. He was staking his claim, taking what he wanted because he needed her with an intensity that scared the shit out of him.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
It was a fucking wonder he had enough sense to realize that it was definitely a possibility.
He wanted her that fucking badly.
SARAH KNEW DYLAN WOULDN’T HURT her. Sure, she could feel the sheer power behind every thrust, but she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Deep down, the man was far too caring to cause physical pain, even if he feared he might.
Pushing back against him, Sarah forced him deeper, loving the way he filled her, stretched her, brushing sensitive nerve endings. “You won’t hurt me, Dylan,” she said, shifting forward slightly, then back. “Fuck me.”
Dylan groaned but slammed into her again and again. Every cell in her body was alive, every nerve tingling. She loved that he was losing control, that he couldn’t help himself.
“God, Sarah… Fuck…” Dylan fucked her harder, deeper, faster.
Sarah kept her elbow locked, trying not to let the power of his thrusts push her forward. It wasn’t easy, but holy crap, it was incredible. She’d never been fucked like this before.
His fingertips dug into her hips, his cock plunging deeper every time. She was so close … too close.
“Dylan!” Before she could say anything more, her orgasm ripped through her, stealing her breath as she held on for dear life.
Seconds later, Dylan followed her over.
When his arms banded around her, taking them both down to the cushions, she sighed. This thing between them was shocking in its intensity. Sure, she’d known the sex was good between them, but this went above and beyond good in every way imaginable.
Two hours later, Dylan held her hand as he led her to the waiting limo. Their luggage was quickly placed in the trunk, and they were soon on their way to the hotel. She had no idea where Dylan had opted to stay, but it really didn’t matter. They were here and the trip was off to a fantastic start.
Dylan leaned over, his mouth brushing her neck. “Is it bad that I want to strip you again and fuck you right here?”
Sarah chuckled. “You’ve got more stamina than I gave you credit for.”
“It’s you,” he whispered, reaching for her hand and placing it over the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his jeans. “You do this to me.”
She liked that she did, but she could say the same about him. Every minute she was with him, Sarah felt the heat of her arousal throbbing deep in her core. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in far too long; something she had sometimes feared would never return. Yet Dylan Thomas made her body burn. Between the smoldering gleam in his dark brown eyes and the sinful sound of his deep voice … Sarah knew resisting him was impossible.
However, there was no sex in the limousine because they arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. A bellhop was instantly there to get their luggage while Dylan led Sarah inside to a private reservation desk. A few minutes later, they were heading up to their room.
It was hard to believe she was in Las Vegas. It was true, she’d always wanted to go to see what all the fuss was about. It wasn’t that gambling was her thing, but sightseeing was. And to be able to see the beautiful Las Vegas strip at night… She couldn’t wait.
At the very least, she knew this was going to be a memorable trip.
chapter EIGHTEEN
ONCE THEY MADE IT TO the hotel room, Dylan found he couldn’t sit still. Whether it was being confined to a relatively small albeit luxurious space with Sarah and wanting nothing more than to strip her naked and bury himself inside her again or if it was simply having been cooped up on an airplane for the past few hours, there was a restless energy coursing through him. Whatever the reason, he was in dire need of something to do.
“Are you hungry?” Sarah asked when she joined him in the living room after she had unpacked her suitcase.
“I could eat,” he told her, his eyes raking up and down her body. She was still wearing her boots and jeans, and he couldn’t help but admire the way she filled out the denim. The woman had a body that wouldn’t quit. Of course, knowing what she was wearing beneath the denim did nothing to stop the lust from simmering hotly in his veins.
“Good. First we eat, then we can go check out the sights.”
“Works for me.” Pocketing his wallet, Dylan followed Sarah out into the hall. “We’ve got all night and tomorrow, too. We go to Devil’s Playground Saturday night.”
“Devil’s Playground?” She smiled up at him. “That’s an interesting name. What is Trent going to name his club?”