Vegas, Baby: Complete Series

by Fiona Davenport

  For the next hour, I did my job, talking with the VIPs, taking photos, and autographing everything from a concert ticket to a crocheted, stuffed doll that had been made to look like me.

  “This isn’t a Voodoo doll, is it?” I asked playfully. The woman holding it had to be nearing her seventies, but she giggled like a teenager. I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or creeped out.

  “It’s for my granddaughter, silly boy,” she responded with another high-pitched giggle.

  After she walked away, Belle leaned in and whispered, “I’m not sure I believe her.”

  I grinned and kissed her cheek. “Trust me, baby. I’ve seen weirder.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

  The room was fairly empty at this point, so I guided Belle over to a small seating area and sat on a black leather couch before pulling her down beside me. I threw my arm over the back, and my fingers played idly with her hair as I thought back.

  “Let’s see,” I reminisced. “Prosthetic limbs, feminine products, sex toys, food, clothing—including a jock strap because you don’t have to be female to appreciate all this.” I gestured to my body jokingly and winked at her. Belle laughed, and the sound went straight to my dick. It was musical, and I was instantly addicted, which meant I’d have to hear it every day for the rest of my life.

  “What about…um”—she blushed a pretty pink that went down her neck and disappeared in the scoop neck of her purple blouse. I instantly wondered how far down it went and was determined to find out—“boobs?”

  I shook my head and felt my expression twist in disgust. “No fucking way. I don’t touch any woman like that unless she’s mine.” Belle looked relieved, and it made me smile. “In fact, body parts are a hard line for me. I won’t sign anywhere because it’s hard to say yes to some and not others. So, I just stay away from it altogether.”

  Belle’s expression turned bright, and she snuggled closer to me before laying her head on my shoulder. A shadow fell over us and I sighed, sure it was Knox showing up to be a pain in my ass. However, when we looked up, it was one of Belle’s sisters (the blonde…Aurora, I think) and she was grinning down at us.

  “Gotta say, Belle, I’m a little jealous of you snagging the hot, rock god.” Her tone was teasing, and her twinkling eyes held no hint of truth to the statement. “FYI, I begged Drew to fabricate some job for Knox so he’s off working and will be busy for a while.” She winked at Belle, then her brown eyes, just a shade or two lighter than Belle’s, focused on me. Her expression was intense, but not unkind. “You couldn’t do better; you know that right?”

  I nodded solemnly. “It only took one look for me to recognize how special she is,” I confirmed.

  Aurora nodded, and her lips tipped up again. “Just make sure you treat her right. It may seem like Knox is the one to be afraid of”—she leaned down and got right in my face— “but trust me, you don’t want to face the wrath of pissed off sisters when they're protecting each other.”

  “Aurora,” Belle hissed, squirming in her seat.

  “I believe you,” I told her genuinely. “And, I’m really happy that you’ve got my girl’s back.”

  “Glad we understand each other. Good night!” She waved jovially then bounced over to their other sister, linking their arms before they moseyed from the room.

  When I dropped my gaze to Belle, she was covering her hands with her face. I gently pried them away and chuckled at the dark red spots blooming on both of her cheeks. I smiled and tapped her nose. “You’re fucking adorable when you blush. It makes me want to strip you naked and kiss every inch of your pinkened skin.”

  Belle’s eyes grew impossibly wide, and she flushed even more. It made my already hard cock turn to steel. Then, she shocked the shit out of me when, despite her sweet awkwardness, she straightened her back and breathed, “Who’s stopping you?”

  My jaw dropped, and my body suddenly felt engulfed in flames. I grabbed her chin and locked our gazes, staring deep into her chocolate eyes. “Are you sure, baby?”

  If she had shown even the slightest doubt, I would have insisted we wait, but she nodded without hesitation. I shot to my feet and grasped her hands, pulling her up too. Glancing around, I was thankful that there were only my bandmates, some of our crew, and my agent, Tyson, still in the room. I wasn’t sure when he’d arrived, but I wasn’t going to wait around to find out.

  Keeping a tight grip on Belle, I stalked to the double doors leading out to a hallway. “Griff!” I heard Austin call my name, but I didn’t break my stride.

  “Call me tomorrow!” I shouted. Belle giggled and damn, every step I took caused me pain as my zipper chafed the sensitive skin of my shaft. The thick gold carpet muffled our footsteps, and the only sound around us was our choppy breaths. I was practically shaking with need when we rounded a corner and came to a stop in front of a bank of elevators.

  I stabbed the up button a couple of times, trying to stay in control of myself. But, when Belle giggled again, something in me snapped. I used my grip on her hand to yank her into my arms and crash my lips down on hers.

  Belle’s hands glided up my arms, over my biceps and shoulders, then around to lock behind my neck. My hands fisted in her shirt at her lower back, and I pressed her body flush against mine.

  My tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened immediately, letting out the sexiest little whimper when my tongue entered her mouth. My hips rocked into her as I explored her mouth, devouring her sweet taste.

  The ding signaling the arrival of the elevator just barely penetrated the fog of lust cocooning us. Belle jumped a little and tore herself away. I was about to drag her back into my arms when she grabbed ahold of my hands and with a seductive smile, walked backwards into the car and pulled me in after her. As soon as the doors whooshed shut, she practically jumped back into my arms. Our mouths met with a vengeance and I palmed her ass, groaning at the feel of the firm, round globes in my hands. I pushed her back against the wall and lifted her, using one hand under her thigh to wrap her leg around me. Opening her so my erection fit snugly between her thighs. Even through her tight jeans, my dick was bathed in her heat.

  Her soft tits pillowed against my chest, and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around the hard, little nipples poking through her bra. One of my hands traveled up to play with the hem of her shirt before dipping underneath. Her skin was like silk, but sparks erupted wherever I touched. Finally, I brought my wandering hand to a stop at the underside of one breast. Belle’s breath hitched, and I gave in to the urge to find out how she’d fit in my hand. I groaned as her tit spilled over my hand. I hadn’t realized I was a breast man until I’d filled my palm with one of hers.

  An obnoxious, high pitched alarm pierced the air, and I wrenched back, panting and glaring at the panel of buttons. “What the fuck?”

  Belle laughed, and the sound caused my lips to tip up immediately. “I think we need to pick a floor,” she said with a snicker.

  “Right,” I agreed; shaking my head with a self-deprecating smile as I dug my key card from my pocket and waved it in front of the RFID reader. Then I punched the button for the thirty-fifth floor.

  As the car smoothly shot upward, I turned back to Belle and bent down, burying my face in her neck and trying to catch my breath. If I didn’t find some control, I was going to end up fucking her right there in the elevator. Belle deserved so much more than that. I was determined to make our first time special, to erase any memory she had of any other guy.

  Just the thought of another man touching what was mine made me want to beat something, or someone, to a pulp. I tamped down those thoughts and focused on Belle. “You smell so fucking delicious,” I mumbled into her skin. My tongue darted out to taste her, and my hungry moan mixed with her needy one. “I have the feeling that your pussy is going to be even sweeter.” I nipped at her collar bone. “Are you wet, baby?”

  Belle sucked in a breath as her hands traveled up into my hair, then she nodded, her chin bumping ag
ainst my head.

  “Hmmm, my mouth is watering at the thought of licking up every drop of your nectar.” She shivered, and her hands clenched in my hair. It seemed my girl was turned on by a filthy mouth. “Then I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come at least twice. I want to make sure you’re ready before I give you my big cock.” She whimpered, and I almost came in my damn pants.

  The elevator glided to the top floor, and I heard the soft swoosh of the doors as they opened. I took a deep breath before lifting my head and stepping back. I guided Belle’s hands to my shoulders, then swept her up into my arms and carried her through the doors into the foyer of my suite.

  Her lips ghosted over my cheek, then skimmed down to my jaw before she lightly nipped at it. I almost stumbled as I hurried towards the bedroom. “Baby, you’ve got to stop,” I growled. “Unless you want me to take you on the ground or up against the nearest wall.”

  Belle licked the shell of my ear, then softly blew over it. “What’s wrong with that?” she asked saucily. “I don’t care where my first time is, as long as it’s with you.”

  This time, I did stumble, almost dropping her and only managing to catch my balance at the last second. Luckily, we’d reached the bedroom, so I came to a halt and let go of her legs before sliding her body slowly down mine until she was on her feet.

  I cupped her face in my hands and stared down at her, something like awe spreading through me. “Your first time?” I echoed.

  She blushed furiously and tried to look down, but I held firm. “Well…yes. Does that change things?” she asked, clearly uneasy as she waited for my answer.

  “It changes my plan for the night,” I told her honestly, and her face fell. I shook my head. “I didn’t say that right. I meant that I’m going to need to be gentler and more careful with you tonight, baby. As much as I want to bury myself as deep as possible in your hot pussy and fuck you hard until we’re practically one, especially now that I know I’m the only man who will ever be inside you. Fuck, you have no idea what that does to me.” My voice was low and rough as I struggled to hold myself back. It didn’t help that as I spoke, her brown orbs darkened until they were almost black. She licked her lips, and I had to clench my eyes shut for a moment while I tried to compose myself—“I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “But what if I want—” I cut her off with a quick kiss.

  “Baby, please trust that I will take care of you. I promise that with us, soft and slow will be every bit as amazing as a good, hard fuck.” I grinned when she giggled. “Do you trust me?” I asked after a second.

  Belle blinked a few times before a beautiful smile lit up her face. “I do. I don’t know why, since we just met, but I do.”

  Chapter 4

  Belle

  It was probably irresponsible of me to give my virginity to a sexy rock god on the night we met, but c’mon...it’s not like anyone could blame me. Not when I was with Griffith Thorne, and he was looking at me like I was the only woman on the entire planet—while talking about taking me soft and slow. If I hadn’t already been convinced that I was making the right decision, then that would’ve done it for sure.

  Lucky for me, my answer seemed to do it for him, too. He ground his hips into mine, and I felt the heat of his hard length as it pressed against my belly. When I realized exactly how big he was, some of my worry must’ve shown in my eyes because Griffith skimmed his lips over mine and whispered, “Hey, now. No getting scared right after you just promised to trust me.”

  Slipping my hand between us, I slid it down his chest and six-pack abs and stopped near the button to his jeans. My hand rested just above his dick, and I was close enough to feel the heat it gave off through the denim material. “I’m a little intimidated by your...um...size.”

  He smiled against my lips. “Like I said, baby. I’m going to be gentle.” My hand slid a smidge lower until it brushed over the tip of his dick, and a deep groan rumbled up his chest. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and held it in place. “But I have a feeling you’re going to make it hard as fuck for me to do that.”

  “Hard is kind of necessary if we want to get to the good stuff.” Yes, I really said that. Because having Knox for a big brother was the main reason I was still a virgin, but being a girly-girl dork who wasn’t great with guys was another.

  But Griffith didn’t seem to mind since he lowered my hand to skim it down his hard length. “You don’t need to worry about my cock. I’ve been like this since I first spotted you in the crowd. My hard-on won’t be going anywhere, not until your virgin pussy is wrapped around it, sucking me dry.”

  I felt his words deep in my womb. “Whoa,” I breathed out. “You’re really good at talking dirty.”

  “Oh, baby,” he chuckled before moving his mouth close to my ear. The scruff from his beard scraped my skin, sending shivers down my spine. They intensified when he whispered, “You have no idea the monster you’ve just unleashed. It’s a good thing my dirty talk turns you on because with the thoughts you inspire, you’re going to hear all sorts of filthy things tonight.”

  I was lost in the daze his sensual promise sparked when he walked me backwards to the bed. My knees hit the mattress, and I sat on the edge with my hands braced on either side of my body. They didn’t stay there long, though. Griffith raised them in the air to lift my shirt up and over my head, leaving my breasts covered only by a pale pink bra.

  “Fuck, your tits are gorgeous.” His head dipped low, and he sucked one of my puckered nipples into his mouth through the lacy material. I threw my shoulders back and shoved my chest closer to his mouth. His hand slid down my back, his deft fingers flicking open the clasp on my bra before moving to my lower back. The lacy material dropped between us while he held me in place as he licked and sucked at my breasts.

  “That feels so good.” I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core, as though there was a string connecting it to my nipples. Digging my fingers into his hair, I tugged his face closer to my chest.

  “I’m going to make you feel a hell of a lot better, baby,” he rasped against my skin as his hand moved down my belly to cup me between my legs. “Just wait until I get my mouth on your pussy and make you scream my name.”

  I widened my legs, giving him better access. “What if I don’t want to wait?”

  Instead of using words to answer, he dropped to his knees as his fingers flicked open the button of my jeans. My hips surged up to allow him to work them down my legs, and I kicked them off when they hit my ankles. When his hand dipped inside my panties, I whimpered in need.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, tearing my panties from my body before lifting my knees over his shoulders. My shoulders pressed against the mattress as his strong hands gripped my butt cheeks to raise me up towards his mouth. “And it’s all for me.”

  My breath caught in my throat when he licked me from top to bottom. I threw my head back; my eyes squeezed shut as he devoured me with his mouth. His tongue swept through my wetness, flicking at my clit until I was writhing in need. Then it dipped inside me. In this position, I didn’t have any leverage. Griffith was completely in control of my body, and he played it better than his guitar.

  When I was close to the edge, he commanded, “Play with your tits, baby. I want to see your hands on those creamy swells, toying with your nipples while you come for me.”

  My hands lifted off the mattress and moved to my breasts. His eyes darkened a shade as he stared at me while I cupped them, plucking at my nipples as his mouth continued to eat at me.

  “You look even hotter squeezing those perfect tits for me, baby. You’ve got me so turned on; my cock feels like it’s about ready to burst.” His lips wrapped around my clit, and he slipped a hand between us to work a finger inside me. My orgasm crashed over me, and he added another finger as he kept at it until he coaxed a second one out of me. I was in the middle of it, drowning in pleasure, when he surged up and gripped my hips. I hadn’t even realized that he’d gotten rid of his c
lothes before he sank his entire length into me with one powerful thrust.

  I let out a startled cry when the pain registered in my brain. He claimed my mouth in a deep kiss, drinking down my whimpers until I adjusted to the feel of him inside me. When he finally lifted his head, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head, “I can taste myself on your lips.”

  “You’d better get used to it because I plan on feasting on your pussy whenever I want, and I’m not going to deny myself your mouth after I’m done.”

  My cheeks heated as I asked, “Does that mean you’ll kiss me after I...um...give you a...um...you know what?”

  “There must be something wrong with me because I love how you’re stumbling over the word ‘blow job’ and blushing while my cock is buried inside your pussy after I just took your cherry.” His thumb brushed against my lower lip. “But you can be damn sure that I’ll kiss the fuck out of your mouth after I come down your throat.”

  Proving how much I enjoyed his dirty talk, my pussy fluttered around him at his promise.

  “You like the sound of that, huh?” he asked, circling his hips and hitting a spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars. My eyes started to drift shut, and he gritted out, “You know what I like? Seeing how dark your eyes get when you come. C’mon, baby. Give me another one so I can see it again, but with your pussy wrapped tight around me this time.”

  He pressed my body into the mattress as he slid his thumb down my neck, circling one nipple before drifting lower. He caressed my belly with it, and he kept his eyes locked on mine when he finally circled my clit until he made my world fly apart. It was only then that he began to move. He started out slow at first, but when he realized my body wasn’t giving him any resistance, he picked up the pace.

  My nails scraped up and down his back, and I craned my neck up to trace the lines of the tattoos on his chest with my tongue as he pounded in and out of me. “Give me one more, baby. Please. I need to feel you come around my cock again.”