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by Las Vegas Honeymoon (lit)

  They pried Pete away from a blackjack table without too much trouble and set out for The Wild Flower Club at the north end of the Strip.

  By the time a cocktail waitress wearing nothing but a very brief skirt and silk scarf wrapped around her neck brought Dan and Mary their third drinks, Pete was nowhere to be seen. On stage, a dancer wore a belt to hold the money men tucked there, and nothing else. She moved seductively around the center pole, stretching and undulating to the beat of the music.

  No wonder Ralph talked about this place so much. It’s all sex, everywhere you look. “Dan, where’s Pete?”

  “I don’t know.” Dan half stood and looked around. “Isn’t that him up at the stage with the dancer wiggling her naked ass in his face?”

  Mary followed Dan’s gaze. “Looks like he’s having a good time, doesn’t it?”

  “Sure does.”

  Mary was beginning to wish she’d ordered real drinks instead of virgins. The lights, the throbbing, thumping music, and the signs all around of sex, had wound her into a state of severe horniness. Being seated in a darkened booth against the wall gave an aura of privacy. She looked up. Dan was intently watching the show. If not for her, he’d be up front with Pete. Did he wish he was?

  She wanted his attention. She studied the girl on stage to get some idea of how she used her body. Sighing in frustration, she admitted there was no way she’d ever be able to move to music like that, and what if she tried and her body incited disgust rather than excitement?

  All Mary sensed in Dan was the tenseness of his muscles. He talked a little—as much as he could above the music—but he hadn’t touched her at all, or given her smoldering looks like he had at the party. Had she imagined the message in his eyes or the possessiveness of his touch? A blazing bird of paradise would command his attention. Such a woman wouldn’t doubt her abilities, she’d make Dan notice her.

  Mary placed her hand on Dan’s groin. He gasped. She gasped, too and almost yanked her hand back, nervousness threatening to overcome the needy pulse centered between her legs. Dan dropped his hand over hers, pressing her fingers into the bulge under his fly, then pushing down and tugging up, making her hand stroke him through his clothes. His cock, already long and hard, stiffened and grew under her palm. Something like a groan escaped his lips.

  The club’s atmosphere stifled whatever inhibitions were left in her. Not considering who might be watching she released her breast from the dress bodice, then guided his free hand to caress her waiting flesh and pebbled nipple.

  He draped his arm across her shoulders and turned her toward him. Even in the dim lighting, a look of hunger shone clear in his eyes. He kneaded her breast while his lips nibbled at hers.

  “You know people can see us, don’t you?” he whispered.

  “Everyone’s watching the action on stage.”

  “Not that man over there.”

  She looked over her shoulder to a nice looking middle-aged man at the next table. He raised his glass in salute with one hand. His other hand was inside the placket of his slacks. At that moment Dan dipped his head to suckle her nipple. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and any thought of the creepy man flew out of her head.

  Dan nicked her breast with his teeth and she gasped again. The strange man at the neighboring table widened his eyes as though he knew what Dan had done.

  How exciting. The thought shot through her head. Being watched turned her on in a way she’d never imagined. Of course, no sweet violet ever thought about things like this. She winked and then turned her attention back to Dan.

  She pulled on the zipper tag and released his cock. It surged, full and long in her hand. Dan lifted his mouth to hers again, but her tongue took control of him before he had a chance to play invader. She licked, touched, stroked, nuzzled, while her hand smeared pre-cum over the head of his cock.

  Then she broke the kiss. Struggling to one knee on the banquette seat, she bent her head and sucked him. His hand moved down her back to her bottom. He lifted her skirt. Under the thong, he had full access to her feminine regions. They would also be exposed to their watcher. The thought made her hotter than a jalapeno.

  Dan’s cock filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag, but then Dan eased her head up a bit and she relaxed. At the same time, he smoothed her pussy juice up and down, bathing her clit.

  Mary was no longer aware of what went on around her. Her consciousness focused on the sensations spiraling between her legs and the manhood filling her mouth. Up and down his shaft she moved. His free hand rested on her head, stroking her hair, entangling in it, holding her back when he wanted her to slow, then pushing until she took all of him. Extraordinary sensations overwhelmed her. Taste, touch, smell, sound, even sight, if the mind’s eye counted, all played a part in why and how she lost herself, and never wanted to be found.

  He felt so good. Her tongue skimmed the bulging veins that lined his hard, long length. She sucked and licked the soft, velvety crown. His thick, wiry hair at the base of his shaft tickled her nose. She wanted all of him, right through to the end.

  She’d never let Ralph finish in her mouth, though he’d asked her to over and over. The thought that Dan might excited her.

  His fingers sank into her pussy and stroked in a mind-boggling rhythm. Her hips flexed in time with her mouth’s up and down movements. His thumb caressed her anus. His fingers probed and prodded. One finger—his pinky?—stroked her clit and she came undone. Her head sank to his groin and she groaned.

  “Christ!”

  She heard Dan whisper the exclamation in the throes of her orgasm and then he came, shooting thick streams of cum and filling her mouth. Too caught up in her own orgasm, she swallowed mindlessly. Then her body slowed.

  Her heartbeat still raced, but she began to think again, to notice their environment. The loudspeakers still pounded out a beat, catcalls and encouragement to the stripper still rang out, the scent of sex still perfumed the air.

  Dan’s cock became softer. He rubbed her butt but no longer penetrated her. With a long lick, she released him from her mouth. He helped her sit and rearrange her bodice to cover her breast. With a lazy glance, she saw the watcher cleaning himself with a napkin. He smiled. She turned away.

  “Did you like that?” Dan kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. “Did you like knowing someone was looking at us?”

  Half ashamed, she only nodded. Then she wondered why she felt ashamed. In this of all places, inhibitions should be banished.

  He arranged his clothing and zipped up. “So you can understand why sometimes the strippers can do some of what they do. It’s an aphrodisiac, being watched. Don’t you think they’re feeding off the crowd now?”

  Mary looked to the stage. A naked dancer dipped and rose, rubbed and stroked herself in front of two men who stood at the edge of the stage. One of the men was Pete. “Dan, do men like having sex with two women?”

  “I’d have to say it’s a common male fantasy, why?”

  “Well, she’s performing for two guys, maybe wondering what it would be like to be with both of them. I wonder, too.”

  Dan stopped watching the show and faced her. Slowly, he asked, “Would you like to try it?”

  She averted his gaze. “Would you share me with someone else?”

  He stayed quiet a long time. “I don’t know.” Grinning, he added, “Some of me thinks it’s an incredible turn-on. But a larger part wants you to myself.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot and tantalizing on her skin. “Pete’s invited a couple of girls to his hotel room later. He’s invited us to join him. I told him no, but God, you’re sorely tempting me to drag him out of here and get the party rolling.”

  She’d gone the distance to try to make Ralph happy. If Pete was right and he and Dan did share bed partners, what would she do to please Dan? The answer came with no ambiguity. There was only so far a sweet violet would go. It was time to discover what Dan expected of her.

  “Why don’t we go back
to the room, instead?”

  He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  She watched as he made his way to the stage. Pete listened, then shot Mary a sexy smile. He said a few words to Dan, and then they seemed to argue. Finally, he raised a hand in farewell and turned his attentions back to the dancer.

  Mary saw the look in Dan’s eyes as he came back for her. Tonight she’d do a dance of her own. The thought scared her, but thrilled her more.

  Chapter 6

  Dan couldn’t wait to get Mary back to the Marco Towers. Taking her hand outside the club, he used the fingers of his other hand to whistle for a cab. In the backseat, he pulled her onto his lap, kissing and stroking her inner thigh, all the while dying as she squirmed over his erection. The pain was worth it, though. He’d never known anyone like Mary, whether the shy high school student, the woman hurt yet daring, and now this vixen she’d morphed into during the course of the party. Sexy, funny, smart. And did he mention sexy? She turned him on with just a glance.

  She was vulnerable, yes, but she needed him tonight, as a woman needs a man, not as a shoulder to cry on. He’d forced himself to step away the night before. He wasn’t going to tonight, not after the signals she’d given. Signals? Hell, she’d given him a BJ right out in public, and swallowed. She’d bucked and flexed and let him finger-fuck her, knowing all along some perv watched from the next table. This was not his mother’s friend’s daughter. This was a hot babe he hadn’t met before. She wanted him and he wanted her. The fact they’d been friends years before only added to the fantasy.

  “Do you know what I want you to do to me when we get to the room?” She lightly bit his earlobe, then licked it.

  He slid his hand to her moist thong. With little effort he could edge it away and push his finger into her pussy. “What?”

  “Fuck me, hard. And I want you to say dirty things.”

  She was so wet his finger glided in past the knuckle. She spread her legs and her musk assaulted his nostrils. “Is that all?”

  “To start with,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Just to start.”

  Dan looked up to see the cab driver watching in the rear view mirror. He grinned and Dan grinned back, even as he turned Mary so her face wasn’t visible. She moaned when he withdrew his finger and then probed again. He struck up a steady rhythm. Mary tried to match it but her butt moving over his woody was too much and he held her still. He thought he had her G-spot with his short thrusts, and was sure when her eyes opened wide and he had to cover her mouth with his to keep her from crying out.

  Her muscles closed tightly around his finger and he almost came himself, thinking about how she would feel in a matter of minutes, with all of him deep inside her.

  He licked his finger and then rubbed it along the seam of her lips until she opened and took it, sucking like a kitten on its mother’s teat. Then he had to kiss her again, over and over. God, how he wanted her. If he’d thought he could get away with it, he’d take her right there in the cab, and be damned if the cabbie saw it all.

  Thank God they pulled into the Marco Towers entrance minutes later. Dan helped Mary off his lap and out of the cab, then gave the driver his fare and a healthy tip.

  “The lady, she is your wife?”

  Wife? Dan let the word rumble through his mind. He hadn’t come to Las Vegas with any thought of a wife, but since meeting up with Mary, he’d imagined what it would be like to be with her every day, to have her there to touch and hold whenever he wanted.

  “No,” he replied, looking over his shoulder at the woman in question. “But maybe.”

  “Very pretty. Very passionate. You keep her,” the cabbie said.

  Dan laughed and then walked to where Mary stood. Her lips were red and lightly swollen. Her nipples poked the material of the dress, aroused and ripe for sucking, and her expression showed both excitement and lust. He knew exactly how she felt.

  He guided her through the lobby and to the elevator.

  “What did the cab driver say to you?”

  The walled mirrors of the elevator reflected a woman who needed a man. He hoped she wanted him, and wasn’t thinking about that ass she almost married.

  “He said you’re beautiful.”

  She smiled. “And?”

  “How do you know he said anything else?”

  “You talked too long for a one-sentence comment.”

  “He said you’re passionate.”

  Mary nodded. “You make me feel that way.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “Was that all he said?”

  Dan hesitated to say more. He wasn’t sure about the “keep her” part. Not that she wasn’t worth keeping, but it seemed a big commitment to say so. “You fishing for compliments?

  She looked at her reflection and laughed. “I look like I’ve had sex.”

  “You look like a woman who’s been screwed and is ready for more.”

  “Do you think he knew what we were doing in the backseat?”

  Dan had to smile. She had him roaring like a lion ready to mate. “I don’t think so.” She looked so disappointed he had to laugh again. “Who would have thought little Mary Franks was such an exhibitionist?”

  Her face reddened and he immediately regretted his words. He took her in his arms. “He knew. He was watching,” he whispered into her hair. “I love fucking you in public.”

  “I love…you know, anywhere,” she said into his shirt, and he just knew she was blushing even more.

  What a woman. His woman. It felt right.

  * * * *

  It took no time for them to shed their clothes. Starting at the door with hot, wet kisses, they left a trail to the bedroom. The only thing Dan made sure to keep with him was his wallet that held the condoms. Plural. He didn’t plan to stop after once. He didn’t think he could.

  “This isn’t because of what he did, is it?” He had to ask after her utterance of the previous night. “I don’t want him in bed with us.”

  “Him, who?” she said with the hint of a smile in her voice. “I want you so much it hurts.”

  He sheathed himself and settled between her legs.

  “Ohhhh, yes,” she whispered. “Just what I want.”

  “Me, too.” He could barely speak. She felt so good, and he hadn’t even gotten inside. Heat wafted off her along with her unique musk. No perfume could be more intoxicating. “Remember what you said you wanted me to do?”

  “No.”

  Raising up on his forearm, he used his cock to furrow between her pussy lips. Her eyes widened and she dug her nails into his shoulders. She’d just climaxed in the taxi, and was already wet again. He stroked up and down, sliding across her clit with each pass.

  “Sure you do. You said you wanted me to talk dirty. And you want me to—”

  “Fuck me hard.”

  “That’s right, baby, and I’m going to, right now.” Positioning the crown of his cock at her pussy, he pushed all the way to the hilt. He gasped in sheer pleasure, keeping still while Mary adjusted to him, and while he got his mind around being deep into her moisture and incredible heat.

  Her breathing was fast and ragged. He looked down, wanting to see her eyes and know that this was what she wanted, but her lids were closed.

  “Are you okay?” He couldn’t help moving a little. Stars danced behind his eyelids, she felt so good and tight around his cock. If she said to stop or even “no,” he didn’t know if he’d be able to.

  “Dan,” she whispered. “Oh, Dan.” Then her knees came up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He thrust forward just as her hips rose. The perfect storm brewed in his body, starting right where his cock met her pussy. He determined to give her every bit of pleasure he could manage, and everything she wanted.

  “Your pussy is so tight, it’s like a fist on my dick.”

  Her eyes flew open, and for a moment she looked confused. He pulled out and thrust hard. Her lids drifted to half-mast. She pushed off
the mattress to give as good as she got. She licked her lips, inflaming him even more.

  “My cock is as hard as iron. I’m going to nail you to the bed.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  Her breasts took on a rosy tint, and the color spread upwards. A light sheen of perspiration coated her upper lip. He lowered his body to meet her breasts with his chest. Skin to skin, breath to breath, they took each other closer to oblivion. His balls drew up. Any second he’d lose it, but he had to hold on, had to bring Mary off.

  “Your breasts are hard and tight. I want to suck them. I want to suck your tits while you scream my name.”

  “Suck and fuck.” She gave a tight, strained smile, then her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth formed a perfect “O.” Her back arched. Dan bent to take a nipple, lightly biting, licking, suckling.

  “Dan! Oh, God, Dan.”

  Her pussy spasmed, clamping, releasing, tightening, milking. He shot off like New Years Eve fireworks, with her breast filling his mouth and her lips moaning his name.

  He’d never known sex could be so good.

  * * * *

  When Mary’s reason returned, Dan was climbing back in bed and wrapping her in his arms.

  “Now I know why all those girls wanted to date you in high school.”

  She felt him smile against her shoulder. “Do you think it’s always like this? It isn’t. This was special.”

  “Yes?” How she wished she could believe him. He’d shown her lovemaking like she’d never imagined. It might be cruel to think it, but from what she’d experienced with Ralph, she’d trade a lifetime of sex with Ralph for one night with Dan.

  “Believe me, sex doesn’t explode into a new world. Plain, old sex doesn’t make you see the fucking Milky Way instead of a few stars. This was making love.”

  He sounded a bit dazed but she was too sleepy to analyze his words and tone. She knew he pulled the sheet over them, knew he tugged her close, but then she knew nothing but contentment and sleep.