“What’s a monkey board?” she asked with a laugh.
“It’s where a derrickman stands on an oil derrick. It’s really high. I’ve never liked it.”
“You’ve done it?” She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe it, her gorgeous eyes wide with wonder.
“I tried. But I’m too big and bulky. It wasn’t for me, so I worked hard to be a foreman.”
Another dangerous feat had her tucking her face at my shoulder. And when she looked up at me, I couldn’t help but kiss her.
Our lips moved together with a fervor that said she wanted it as much as I did, and I felt my cock stiffen and my pulse race as her hand moved on my thigh.
“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“Yeah.” I kissed her again and took her hand as I stood. We sneaked out, trying hard not to block anyone’s view as we ditched the rest of the show.
I couldn’t believe she had wanted to leave and miss the big finish. But maybe she wanted a big finish of her own.
When we got outside, I hailed a cab. “Where to?”
“Don’t you have a room at the hotel?”
“Yeah, are you sure?” I didn’t want to pressure her into anything.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” She searched my eyes and kissed me again as the cab stopped.
I opened the door for her and could barely keep my hands to myself in the backseat on the way back to the room.
When we got to the hotel, we hurried to the elevator, hoping she wouldn’t be seen, and thankfully, we were the only ones in it. I put her against the wall and kissed her mouth, her neck, and lower, all while her hands were roaming my body.
As I ground my hips against her, she reached down and cupped my balls through my pants, and I nearly fucking lost it.
Easy boy.
She had needs too, and from the hunger she was displaying, I needed hours to attend to each one. I couldn’t wait for the elevator to reach my floor. What the fuck was taking so long?
Chapter 14
Tara
I had never noticed the elevators at the hotel were that damned slow until I found myself anxious to get to Zane’s room. My body was on fire for him, burning so fiercely only he could tame me.
Not only was I surprised at my own behavior but surprised that I didn’t care or have a conscience about what it would lead to. I wanted him, and having him was the only thing I could think about.
As the elevator stopped, we came up for air, our lips parting only long enough to hurry to his room.
I was thankful his friend had the foresight to book them their own private suites, as I didn’t want to make excuses for my apartment or scare him away. I really wanted him to like me, and even though I felt it made me a little pathetic, it had been way too long to overanalyze it.
“Your friend must have money,” I said when we stopped outside his room. I knew enough about the hotel, and this was one of the nicer suites.
“More money than he knows what to do with apparently. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been a fun ride so far and getting better by the minute.” He opened the door, and as we walked in, he tossed the key card on the table and turned to me. “Do you want a drink?”
I shook my head and walked over to put my arms arm around his neck. “I just want more of you,” I said, my voice cracking. I was actually going to do it. I was going to live a little, throw caution to the wind, and have fun, as Karen had always told me.
“Well, I can handle that,” he said in a husky voice. “Ask and you shall receive.” He pulled me to him, my back arching as he kissed me down my body, and just when I thought I might hit the floor, he scooped me up into his arms, his muscles flexing as he carried me to the bed where he laid me down and moved over me. As he braced himself with one arm, the other roamed my body as he kissed me.
Zane moved his hand between my legs as if every gesture was carefully practiced and studied for maximum efficiency, and before I knew it, I had abandoned all control and let him take the lead.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered in my ear as his fingers rubbed my mound.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said breathlessly, eagerly moving my hips.
“Just wait until I get you undressed.” He chuckled and moved down, planting kisses in all the places my skin had become exposed.
He helped me with my dress as I sat up, pulling it up over my head. He took a minute to stand and put it across a chair that was close to the bed. Then he reached for his belt and undid his pants.
He looked super sexy, and I couldn’t wait to see him without them. When he dropped them, undies and all, I got a glimpse as he unbuttoned his shirt, which he peeled back from his shoulders in a sexy way that showed off his build.
I tried not to notice the tattoo on his left pectoral, but it was hard not to. The name Mila was stamped there in bold letters as if she were someone very important. I tried to put it out of my head, not wanting to know but hoping he wasn’t married. That would be just my luck.
Zane was more than I’d ever dreamed of—that was for sure—and I was still telling myself not to wake up. If it was a dream, I was content to live there a while.
Once I caught a good look at the rest of him, my jaw dropped. His erection was well proportioned to the rest of his muscled body, and I grew a little nervous, wondering if I could take all of it.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said as he stared down at me. “Now it’s my turn to watch.” He licked his lips and gripped his cock, giving it a tug. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
I hoped it wasn’t a deal-breaker for him. I knew I hadn’t been sleeping around, but a guy like him?
“I’m clean,” he said. “I got tested after my last relationship.” I wondered if her name was Mila. “But if you want to stop—”
“No.” I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Nor was I going to let a little ink bother me. His past was his past, and whatever stupid mistake he’d made to end up with that tattoo was his business.
I sat up, reaching between my breasts for the clasp. My breasts bounced as I set them free, and he wasted no time taking me in his arms as he kissed them, circling his tongue as he kneaded them with his free hand.
“Lay back,” he said. “Get comfortable.” He smiled at me, and I had a feeling that I was going to be very uncomfortable in the days to come—if I’d be able to walk at all—but I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
My core burned with an aching desire and need for his flesh.
He rose up, hooked his arms under my knees, and pulled me closer, moving me around in a way that made me feel dainty and wanted.
I lay there looking up at him, and he seemed to like what he was seeing, what he was feeling, tasting. He slipped his fingers into the elastic of my panties and pulled them down over my curves until they were around my knees.
“You’re so sexy,” he said, pulling them free. Unlike the dress, he tossed them to the floor, and he parted my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could stand between them.
I had never been with a man like him, or any man at all, at least in that capacity. There had been the awkward heavy petting and blow jobs in college but only to experiment and only ever with boys who didn’t matter.
None were anything like Zane. Boys compared to his manhood. His size alone was what fantasies were made of. I braced myself for penetration, closing my eyes, but the next thing I felt as I lay there with my legs wide was his mouth, his tongue, warm and wet as he lapped at my sex.
I cried out at the surprise as he slipped a finger inside, and he quickly stopped. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just amazing.” I felt so stupid. Nothing had happened. My voice was small, and the anticipation of what he could give me was almost more than I could handle.
“Relax. Let me take care of you.” He seemed as if it was his honor or something, and I wasn’t used to anyone giving me this kind of attention. Sex had never been about me before. Or what little I’d
had of it.
His fingers entered me again, and I relaxed as he instructed and let the pleasure take over.
It didn’t seem fair that he was giving me so much attention, and I felt I needed to reciprocate. When he raised up, I pulled him down to kiss me and whispered in his ear. “Can I?” I licked my lips, and he smiled and took my hand to help me sit up.
“Please,” he said.
I gripped his cock, looking him in the eyes as I moved forward to take him into my mouth. This was something I’d practiced, something I could show him that proved I knew what I was doing. I didn’t want him to know I was not experienced.
His reaction, a little moan that escaped his lips, only made me eager to please him more, and minutes later, he was warning me, pulling me back. “Easy there,” he said with a laugh. “You’re going to make me finish before we start.” He cupped my face. “You’re really good at that.”
He leaned down and kissed my mouth. Then he moved forward, placing his palm on my shoulder to ease me back. “I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he said, centering his cock at my entrance. He looked me in the eyes, smoldering as he rubbed his cock up and down, spreading my juices.
“Please,” I whispered. “I want you.” To be the first.
And just like that, the magic words were uttered, and he pushed forward, parting my folds with his thick head as he entered my slick channel.
As he met resistance, he met my eyes. “Are you okay? Relax for me.” He never suspected I was a virgin, and I was prepared to keep that secret. I didn’t want him to get weird about it, and it didn’t have to be a big deal.
I relaxed, and he pushed deeper, taking my virginity and making it a memory. He thrust harder, working me nice and steady as he picked up the pace.
I felt my body tighten and my toes curled as the pleasure became the most intense feeling I’d ever felt. As I panted and moaned, he worked my sweet spot until I thought I’d come undone.
This was what I’d been missing? I’d waited my whole life for this moment, and I wondered if I should say something. But no, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if it meant anything special to him.
I moved my hips upward, showing my eagerness as he brushed my hair from my face and looked into my eyes. “You’re so good. I’m so glad I met you.”
He moved to kiss my neck, and I turned my face away to give him access as I thought about what he’d said. Then he pumped his cock in me a few more times and pulled out, shooting warm streams across my belly.
He collapsed beside me and got to his feet. “Shit, I’ll get you something,” he said. “I didn’t know if you were on the pill or not.”
“I’m sorry. I am. I should have said something.”
“It’s fine,” he said. “That was amazing.”
“Did you know this would happen?” I asked out of nowhere. But now that it was over, my brain was getting all sorts of screwed up.
He smiled from the bathroom door as he slipped on a pair of shorts. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to, but no, I wasn’t sure you’d go for it. If I thought you would have, I’d have been better prepared. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s just been a while. And you surprised me.” He turned to the sink and wet a washcloth.
It became clear that I was just a means to an end, a tool used for his release. And silly me, I already wanted it to be more.
He came back with the rag and handed it to me. “Here, I got it warm for you.”
“Thanks.” I sat up as he walked over to the bar and poured a drink.
“Do you want something now?” His words were as if we were back to business, and something about the finish had me second-guessing my feelings. Did I really want to be this into him when he was leaving soon?
I didn’t answer, staring down at the tinge of red I had wiped. “I should go,” I said, hiding the evidence as I moved to the edge of the bed. I wasn’t sure he had noticed.
“What? No.” He walked over, and I could see the confusion on his face. “Don’t run off. We can take a shower and maybe go for round two. If you feel up to it.” He pulled me close and kissed my shoulder, but I pulled away.
“I have an early morning, Zane. I should get home.” I didn’t even want to look him in the eye after the look of disappointment he gave me.
“Okay, that’s fine.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, but I could tell he was bothered. “I’ll call you a cab. I just thought you’d want to stay a while. Whatever.”
“I have my car. It was fun, but let’s not read anything more into this.” I wasn’t going to encourage him any longer. He was going to be leaving in a few days, and I was not ever getting out of Vegas.
I hurried to the bathroom and cleaned up before I got dressed. When I came out, Zane was standing by the bed with my shoes in his hand. “Here. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll see you.” I was about to rush out, but he reached out to stop me.
“Hey,” he said. “I had a good time, Tara.”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but he smiled. Then he laid a kiss on me that had me rethinking my decision to leave.
A minute later, I ducked out to the elevator, hoping no one saw me leaving. As it closed me in alone, I giggled. “Wow.”
Karen was never going to believe it.
Chapter 15
Zane
There was a knock on my door first thing the next morning. “Get up, motherfucker.”
Clay’s voice was enough to make me wish I had slept in.
“I’m awake,” I said as I threw open the door, still in my shorts. “Do you have to wake up everyone in the hotel?”
“I wanted to go down and get something to eat, and I thought you might want to go and see your girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said.
“Obviously.” He looked at the bed. “Or else you’d still be in bed, dick deep in those sweet thighs. So, tell me, how was she?”
“Fuck off,” I said.
“What? No inside scoop? We always used to compare notes before.”
“Yeah? So what are you comparing?”
About that time, there was another knock on my door. “Is this our morning meeting?”
“I think it’s sad how everyone assumes you’re alone.”
“Again, fuck you.” I held up my middle finger at Clay as I opened the door to find Nick and Rylen. “She didn’t stay the night, and it’s not a big deal.”
Rylen laughed as he walked in. “Oh? You’re talking about the girl?”
“Yeah, the girl who bailed on him. She probably didn’t like his little dick.”
“Are you twelve?” I asked Clay. “Because you’re acting like it.”
Nick shook his head. “Yeah, and he wasn’t any better last night. We all got kicked out of the club. We’ll have to find another hot spot.”
“It was ridiculous. I just wanted to play the piano.”
“They didn’t have a piano,” said Nick. “And he argued with the bouncer about it until he finally tossed us all out.”
“At least I didn’t grind up on my cousin,” Clay said, glaring back at him.
Nick’s expression changed. “Hey, watch it. It’s not like we’ve seen each other in years. And I didn’t grind on her. I just flirted a little.”
“You eye-fucked her,” said Rylen, earning a hard look.
“Yeah,” said Clay. “Thank goodness your natural instincts kicked in before you had a baby with flippers.”
Nick balled his fist. “Can I hit him?”
“Be my guest,” I said.
“Go for it,” said Rylen at the very same time. “He deserves it for yesterday as well.”
“Yesterday? You mean at dinner?” I was afraid to ask what happened when I left.
“Yeah. He made a pass and offended one of the girls, and they all left before dessert was served.”
“It wasn’t like we could touch them,” said Clay. “Apparently, they have some rule against it.”
“Yeah, it’s called being respectful,” said Nick, raising his voice. He probably had an entirely different outlook on that kind of display now that his cousin was the one participating, and I couldn’t blame him. I wouldn’t want my daughter to do something like that.
Clay got defensive. “I was respectful. I just asked for her to touch me. I swear, you guys have no sense of humor.”
“You’re not funny. But then, I guess nothing has changed since college.”
“Ha, ha,” he said. “Let’s go get something to eat. I’m sick of you all being Debbie Downers.”
“I’m not ready to go down,” I said. “I just have to get dressed first.”
“Fine,” said Clay. “Come on, Rylen. Let’s go down and get an eye-opener. I could use a drink.”
“Whatever. Just try not to get us kicked out of this hotel. I really like my room.”
“Funny,” said Clay. He turned to me as they were leaving. “Try not to take too long. The girl has already seen you naked. No amount of flexing in the mirror is going to change her opinion now.”
With that, he shut the door, and I turned to Nick, who stayed behind to wait on me. “I swear, I’m going to kill him before he leaves, and I’ll spend the rest of my life in prison, knowing I somehow made the world a better place.”
“Yeah, and I get to go home with him.”
“So, since they aren’t here, how’d it go last night?” I knew when Nick asked me, he wasn’t asking to get the juicy, dirty details about sex with Tara. He was just a good friend making sure I was okay.
“It was hot, but then she left. It was kind of sudden and awkward honestly. She said we shouldn’t make more of it than it was. That kind of threw me for a loop. I thought it was going well. She couldn’t keep her hands off of me, and she instigated coming back here. She nearly fucked me in the cab and the elevator.” I took a deep breath, thinking about it. It had been so intense. “Maybe she got what she wanted. But I can’t help but think I was a little much for her.”
“A little much?” he asked with a creasing brow. “What do you mean?”
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