“Shoes now?” she asked. She wanted to get in the tub with him. She wanted to ride him, hard.
He gave a slight nod—yet when she bent to remove one, he said, “But not like that.”
She looked up, confused.
“Sit on the edge of the tub.” He pointed toward the opposite end, by the faucet.
When she followed the instruction, unsure of his plan, he said, “Give me your right foot.”
Mmm. He was going to take off her shoes. Why was that sexy as hell?
Careful not to lose her balance, Brenna held her foot out to him. Damon set his wineglass aside and, for the first time, she noticed a second one on the tile enclosure for her. With one masculine hand, he cupped the back of her ankle; with the other, he grazed his knuckles lightly down her inner calf. She shuddered at the pleasure darting upward but kept watching him, not wanting to miss a thing.
Studying her foot, he ran cool fingertips over the thin red leather strap at her ankle, then overtop more criss-crossing leather before skimming his touch onto her toes, where the nails were painted to match her heels.
Then, oh-so-slowly, he undid the ankle strap and smoothly removed the shoe. She pulled her foot back as he set the sandal next to the wineglasses and prepared to offer him the other foot—but the angle would make the position more difficult to achieve without falling.
Damon tuned in to her quandary. “Bend your right knee and rest your right foot on the back edge of the tub.”
She did so. And realized the move spread her legs and put her pussy fully on display. Their eyes met, acknowledging it, just before Damon’s gaze dropped. “Do you know what my favorite color is?” he asked.
Huh? They were going to do the favorite-color, favorite-ice-cream-flavor thing now? “Uh, no. What?”
He studied the flesh between her thighs, unabashedly. “Pink.”
Her own gaze dropped to see that, in this position, indeed her slit had parted and the pink creases of her cunt were clearly visible. Raw heat consumed her. “Oh.”
“Other shoe,” he said, and when she looked back to him, he wore a wicked little grin, having caught her looking at herself.
Carefully, she offered her left foot and absorbed the pleasure as Damon repeated the same motions as before, caressing her skin, gliding his fingertips over both shoe and skin, before finally removing the strappy, high-heeled sandal. This time, when the shoe was gone, he didn’t release her foot until he’d kissed the top of it, creating a tingling sensation that scurried all through her.
“Can I come into the tub now?” she asked.
He arched one arrogant brow. “Why do you want in the tub so bad?”
The playful question, clearly designed to make her declare her lust, earned a coquettish response instead. “Maybe I just need a bath. After all, you said I was a dirty girl.”
His gaze narrowed on her hotly. “Too bad.” Then he scooted toward her in the tub. “Stay where you are. That sweet little taste of your pussy made me want more.”
“Oh,” she murmured, just as he leaned in to rake his tongue firmly up the center of her parted folds. Then, “Ohhh…”
The pleasure was almost overwhelming as he licked her again and again, from bottom to top, as if her cunt were an ice cream cone. “God, oh God,” she heard herself breathe as she involuntarily began to move against his mouth. “God, yeah.”
Soon, Damon lifted his hand from the water and eased two wet fingers into her already soaked opening, giving her the sense of having him inside her. It wasn’t his cock, of course, but his fingers were nice, too, especially when he began sliding them in and out in time with her undulations.
She watched him, amazed at the rawness of what she saw—again, she usually did this in the dark, and she wasn’t used to looking at it, looking at a man going down on her. She wasn’t sure she’d ever witnessed such an erotic sight.
That’s when a glance up from Damon, his face buried so sensually between her legs, reminded her of the mirrors lining the walls on two sides of the tub. They afforded her a view not only of her lover but of herself—with a man’s head moving between her parted thighs, her hips lifting slightly to meet him. Witnessing the passion etched across her own face, she felt as if she were in a porn movie come to life.
Next, she looked across the room, into the larger mirror over the vanity. Yet another view. Damon’s thick dark hair. Her legs spread wide. Her breasts bouncing slightly with her motions.
When Damon’s attention narrowed, focusing more tightly on her clit, her breath came heavier, the pleasure building at her center. His skilled tongue swirled about the engorged nub, each move sending a fresh burst of heat exploding through her. The change drew her gaze from the mirrors back down to Damon, whose eyes were on her. He’d seen her watching them in the glass.
His mouth latched onto her clit then, pulling it inside, and his tongue thrust at it hard. Oh God, the rough ministrations made her clench her teeth, her arms and legs growing weak. She kept her eyes on his now, never wavering, and without planning it, she began to show him exactly how dirty she could be. “Suck me, baby,” she whispered hotly. “Suck my clit. Suck it hard. Suck it. Suck it.”
Her naughty demands were the last thing she remembered before the orgasm hit, hard and fast, coming on before she even expected it. Arching her neck in response to the intense waves of sensation, she cried out softly as she drove her pussy against his mouth—yes, yes, yes—soaking in every pulse of pleasure to be had.
When it finally ebbed, she went still and Damon eased back from her. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come,” he said from amid the bubbles, his eyes sparkling darkly.
Still breathing hard, she managed a smile. “Then you should make that happen often.”
“I intend to.”
In that moment, it struck her that their words were the kind that might be exchanged between people in an actual relationship, one that would last, go on—but she knew he only meant he intended to while they were in Vegas, and she brushed aside any hint of disappointment that might have produced to resume concentrating on the sexy, naked man in front of her.
“Can I come into the tub now?” she asked, allowing a teasing bit of sarcasm to color her voice.
He offered a slow, sexy grin, then reached for her hand. “Come on in, dirty girl, and let me clean you up.”
Once she was in the tub, facing him, her legs crossing over his beneath the water, Damon reached for the two wineglasses next to her shoes, passing her one.
“Where’d you get this?” she asked.
“Minibar,” he replied, then lifted his glass in a toast. “To my dirty little Brenna—who surprises me more every day.”
She liked that, she thought, clinking her glass against his. Surprising him. And she wanted to keep doing it. So, without taking time to weigh it, she asked the question that had entered her mind a few minutes ago, watching him eat her. “What does it taste like?”
He looked confused and apparently decided she was talking about the wine. “Take a drink and see.”
But she shook her head. “No. My pussy. How does it taste?”
Once more, his gaze darkened, and she knew she’d succeeded at shocking—and exciting—him yet again.
In reply, he simply held out his free hand—toward her mouth. “Like this.” He touched two fingers to her lips, nudging—and after only a split second of doubt she parted them, letting him ease inside.
The taste on her tongue was strange—a bit salty, a bit sweet, somehow a little sour, and very pervasive. She didn’t like it, but it still turned her on to share such extreme intimacy with him.
“Well?” he asked.
“Frankly…yuck.” She made a face, then took a big drink of her wine.
He laughed easily. “I guess it’s kinda like beer. An acquired taste.”
“But you sincerely like it?” She’d grown curious, and a little fascinated.
His eyes told her the question was making him think about it in a way he never had befor
e. “It definitely gets me hot,” he said, “so yeah, I sincerely like it. But…if I didn’t equate the taste with sex…well, let’s just say I probably wouldn’t spread it on my hamburger.”
She let out a loud, quick laugh, then informed him, “You’re getting a little gross here.”
He leaned closer, still wearing a sexy grin. “You started the conversation.”
Setting her wine aside, she twined her arms around his neck and said, “Well, now I’m finishing it,” and kissed him.
Of course, she tasted herself on his mouth, too—but again, the rawness of it only added to her desire. She’d just come, but she still wanted much more of him, particularly the part underneath the bubbles. And she’d long since ceased feeling shy.
Reaching down into the suds, she wrapped her hand full around his hard cock and listened to his low moan, watched his eyes fall shut. She’d done the same thing in the closet, but again, this was different.
Now she had the time to run her fist up and down his length, to squeeze and caress, explore. Mmm, God, he was huge. She’d realized that last night, yet a penis the size of his wasn’t the kind of thing a girl easily got used to.
“This is so much different than last time,” she said, letting her thoughts out. “That was so rushed, so heated. And this is so much…slower. Better.”
A lecherous expression made its way onto his face. “This is still heated, babe. Very.”
So true, so she only nodded—but this was…so much easier. It felt less like sinning. Simply because they were in his private room, someplace where there was no danger of being discovered.
Of course, she was overthinking this—she knew that. This was no better or worse than fucking him in that closet had been. This was just as dirty, just as brazen—more so in ways. But it felt better. Just to have this private time with him. Time to be playful. Time to be sexy.
And now, she decided, was the time to ride him, ride that hot, hard erection, take her fill of him, show him all the wanton lust that had been building inside her.
Letting her tongue slide sensually along her upper lip, she locked her gaze on his and moved to straddle him.
“Find something you like down there, my dirty girl?”
“Mmm,” she purred, situating herself until she felt the head of his shaft right where she wanted it.
“Then I’m gonna let you have it.” With that, he clamped his hands over her hips and pushed her down to sheathe him.
They both groaned at the impact and Brenna knew she’d never been fuller—this position making him feel even larger than he had last night. “So big,” she murmured.
“Tell me you like it.”
“I love it,” she sighed, then began to move on him.
Letting his palms close over her ass beneath the bubbles, Damon leaned in to deliver a sensuous tongue kiss that nearly turned her inside out. One kiss became two, and then more, more, as Brenna followed her body’s instincts, undulating on him in rhythmic circles that stimulated her clit with every hot revolution.
Soon, she moved harder, harder.
Peering up into her eyes, Damon whispered the same words she’d said to him last night. “Fuck me, babe. Oh yeah. Fuck me. Just like that.”
It supercharged every sensation already pulsing through her body, turning her still more ravenous and wild. As Damon’s mouth closed over one sensitive nipple, she bucked against him, crying out. He suckled her hard, tight, and she thrust her breast deeper into his mouth, somehow wishing to have part of herself inside him just like he was inside her.
As she rocked on him, she grew aware that the water in the tub moved with them now, that she was making rough waves, some splashing out, bubbles flowing over the tub’s edge. But she was too lost in pleasure to care or stop or even slow down.
She dug her nails lightly into his chest, moaning her joy, loving the very decadence of this moment and how utterly free she felt—until she heard Damon say, “Brenna. Stop.”
Stunned—and slightly devastated—she went still. “Are you about to come? Because if you are, it’s okay. I already—”
“No, babe. You’re drowning me.”
Oh God. She’d totally missed the fact that he’d somehow gradually slipped down into the tub as she’d ridden him so vigorously, and now his face rested barely above the water, framed with bubbles. She gasped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize…” Then she eased off of his erection, since it seemed to be the only way he could sit up.
After which he grinned indulgently, water dripping from the ends of his long hair. “I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I was afraid you might push me under and not notice.”
Warmth stained her cheeks. “I’m an idiot.”
He lifted a wet hand to her face. “No, you’re a wild woman. Which I totally dig. But…maybe this particular tub isn’t the best place for that position.”
All things considered, she couldn’t help feeling a little deflated—and thoroughly frustrated. “I was…getting close.”
His gaze turned sexier, determined. “Don’t worry, babe—I’ll get you there.”
She bit her lip as his palms skimmed over her hips and higher, until he was cupping the sides of her breasts, stroking his wet thumbs across their tips—again, again.
“Oh…God…that’s nice.”
Letting his eyes fall half shut, he bent to flick his tongue across one turgid peak. Blowing on it lightly then—and sending yet another light rush of pleasure to her cunt—he leaned forward to speak low and deep in her ear. “Do you want my hard cock, Brenna?”
“Oh God, yes.”
He still teased her nipples, his breath coming warm on her neck. “Do you want it hard? Deep?”
Oh my. True, this slower, more exploratory sex was extremely pleasant—but hard and deep were calling to her now, beckoning. She wanted to feel him like she had in the closet, pounding into her, making each stroke echo through every inch of her body. And she wasn’t sure exactly how they were going to accomplish that in the bathtub, but she was willing to find out. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Damon lowered his hands to her waist and said, “Turn around.”
Careful not to slip, Brenna let him guide her until she faced away, on her knees. Like before, she caught sight of them in the mirrored wall straight ahead of her—a glimpse of her bared breasts, his firm hands on her behind, his eyes filled with dark intent.
“Bend over the edge of the tub. Lift your ass.”
Brenna did so, watching in the mirror to see Damon studying her rear—or more likely, what was between her thighs. Despite already being in a bathtub, her pussy grew wetter, and she wondered what she looked like from that angle. Instinctively, she gave her hips a playful wiggle, which drew him down to deliver a gentle kiss to her bottom. “Mmm,” she said, the tiny affection rippling all through her.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Uh-huh.”
She heard more than saw his naughty smile. “This wasn’t part of my plan, but I’ll be nice and give you a little more.”
“Okay.” Her voice came soft, almost childlike, so taken was she by such tender touches from his mouth.
His kisses on her already-moist ass sent the sweetest pleasure she’d ever experienced echoing gently out through every limb. And then—oh!—came fingers, prodding her below, where she was so ready for him. A low cry escaped her when he pushed two inside her, and she moved against them instinctively. She’d quit watching in the mirror—her eyes had fallen shut and this was now all about feeling, absorbing, experiencing.
“More,” she heard herself say. “Fuck me.”
A gentle growl erupted from Damon’s throat, the warmth of his breath wafting over her bottom as he delivered one last gentle kiss—before the water started gyrating violently.
“What…?” she asked, opening her eyes.
She met Damon’s brown gaze in the mirror. “Turned on the Jacuzzi,” he said.
“Oh,” she sighed in response, realizing that the hard rush of water
around her thighs, some of it splashing up onto her pussy, was going to make this even better.
The next thing she knew, Damon’s cock arced upward through the valley of her ass, deliciously hard as he slid it back and forth, making her thrust back against it, simply needing to feel that hot erection anywhere—everywhere.
Then, finally, he plunged his full length inside her. Just like before, they both cried out at the initial entry—but there was no rest, no adjustment period to having the stonelike column inside her before he began to drive, hard, hard, hard, exactly as he’d promised.
She heard her own mewling cries, felt the rough pleasure burst like skyrockets inside her, shimmering all the way out to her fingers and toes with every powerful thrust. Below, the water pulsated in tumultuous waves and the bubbles began to increase, growing like foamy white mountains around them.
“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, just barely able to form words but wanting desperately to let him know she loved his cock slamming into her, loved how rough and wild Damon made sex, how rough and wild he made her.
The suds in the tub continued going crazy, billowing still more until bubbles were almost all Brenna could see. It was like being fucked in a white, sparkling cloud, and she sensed the bubbles overflowing the tub on all sides.
“Are you a bad girl?” Damon asked, still ramming into her, slick and deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
“Do you need to be punished?”
“Yes! Oh yes!”
With that, he brought the flat of his hand down to slap her ass as he delivered the next hot thrust.
“Oh!” she shrieked, the sensation heightening all others.
His hand came again, again, spanking her as he fucked her, the whole act turning her weak as a baby even as she drank in every ounce of delight. Never in her life had she experienced such overwhelming physical reactions that blocked out every emotion, every thought, leaving her body only to revel in the pure carnal joy of it.
She heard herself crying out, felt her ass driving back against him, her body responding without her thought or consent. Not that she didn’t consent. She’d never enjoyed anything more in her life.
Until the spanking stopped and his hand slid over her hip and down into her cunt.
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