SinCityTryst

by Kim Tiffany

  He knew he hadn’t hurt her, but her wide eyes reflected shock before rolling back into her head as he lowered his head to her exposed pussy and gently sucked the slight sting away, his fingers tormenting the tender pink hood of her clit in a sultry, steady rhythm. “Dammit, Ethan, please!” she begged as she jerked against the covers. “It’s too much! Please put them inside me, please!”

  “Anything you say, darlin’. How’s this?” he asked idly as he slid one long digit deep into her slick, hot channel. His jaw worked hard at the feel of her, so wet and ready for him. The heady scent of her arousal had his entire body tense and his dick drilling a hole in the mattress.

  “God, you’re so wet,” he ground out, working the finger deeper and angling it upward to try to find that special sweet spot inside her. “Did you get this wet thinking about me, about my fingers in your pretty pussy?” She nodded wildly, and he rewarded her by adding another finger and enjoyed the long moan she uttered.

  “So tight and sweet. Can you take another one, baby?” Sweat dripping into his eyes, he worked his fingers in steadily, his thumb insistently rubbing her hooded clit, before adding a third. He was torn between the need to watch her come all over his hand and the urge to bury his raging cock into her very depths, to listen to her screams of pleasure while he pounded into her without mercy. He marveled at the feel of her snug, suckling pussy against his thick fingers, copious moisture coating them and slipping out of her channel with each measured thrust.

  Sara shrieked softly, her hips thrashing. She nodded and bit her lip. “More,” she moaned as she raised one hand and caressed Ethan’s taut cheek while the other tugged her own nipple. “Give me more, please.” She implored at him with her eyes as he pressed a hot kiss into her palm, scraping his teeth against the sensitive, salty skin. He abruptly pulled his fingers from her, and she reached for him beseechingly. “No! Dammit, Ethan, I was so close!”

  “Shhh, easy, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I just found your little toy.” He showed her the vibrator in his hand, which he pulled from her purse earlier, and pressed the bulbous tip against her intimately exposed flesh. He grinned as she arched her hips into it before he pulled it away, sustaining contact as long as possible. Ethan was glutton enough for punishment to see how long he could keep them both on a high simmer before they lost their heads completely. He slid the tip of it into her then, just for a moment, before retreating again, and Sara wailed as she reflexively grabbed handfuls of the bed pane in frustration.

  Ethan did this a few times, teasing her with the smooth phallus, rubbing the rounded tip against her plush, pouting clit, but never hard enough to send her tumbling off the precipice. He claimed her breasts with his free hand, kneading the generous orbs and taking in as much as he could with his mouth. Sara bucked and cried out as he suckled leisurely on the distended nipples and deep-rose-colored areolas. Ethan could sense her release building inside her, from the tightening of her thighs and the ceaseless pumping of her hips when he sent the plastic cock deeper into her quivering cunt. Sweat dripped down his chin as he gauged her reaction to each of his caresses, the tension ratcheting up so high that he feared he would blow like a whale before Sara managed to come again.

  Suddenly, he released her damp nipple with a pop and took her mouth in an explosive kiss, biting and sucking at her lips, while he plunged the vibrator practically to the hilt deep into her soaked cunt without warning. Sara moaned like a wounded animal, rocking her hips in time with Ethan’s thrusts. His own cock lay hard and insistent and scorching hot next to her hip, and he grit his teeth against the urge to turn her around on all fours and fuck her with abandon like an animal.

  “Ethan, Ethan,” she panted, writhing like a siren across the expanse of the bed. “It’s too much! I can’t take any more!”

  “Yes, you can,” he growled back, determined to see her shatter one more time. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Don’t hold back, baby, let me see you come.”

  With a small click, he sent the sparkly phallus lodged deep within her vibrating. Ethan kept up the hard, steady thrusts as the vibrations turned Sara’s moans into low screams and he watched her reaction avidly from above. He prevented her legs from slamming closed by bracing them with his broad shoulders and torso.

  “So fucking beautiful when you’re about to come,” he muttered. “I am absolutely going to ruin you for other men,” Ethan nearly growled, sending the toy back into her wet, hungry maw, now completely open to his gaze. Her shrieks rose an octave.

  “I didn’t get to watch you in the elevator, but I want to now. How does it feel, baby?” He plunged a little deeper and changed the angle of the tip, not wanting to hurt her but sensing by the thrashing of her hips that she needed a rougher touch. “Good?” he crooned. “How about more?” He was rewarded with her sharp cry of pleasure and another gush of liquid desire that sent the plastic phallus in even deeper than he thought possible. “Tell me, baby, do you want some more?”

  “Oh yes, yes, yes, more, more,” she sobbed helplessly. His cock actually jumped at the wanton sight of his woman with her legs splayed open wide, breasts overflowing in her own hands, and the thick pink dildo wedged deep in her quaking cunt. He obliged her, turning the knob at the base, and smiled as the hum of the vibrator’s motor increased and Sara threw back her head and howled. He watched her body snap and convulse uncontrollably as shrill bleats fell from her lips. Her hips shuddered around the merciless phallus in a thunderous orgasm, and Ethan could actually feel the tug of all those intimate muscles clenching around the toy. He groaned as he imagined his own huge cock caught in that glorious vise, but to his credit didn’t let up. He continued to plunge the vibrator into her through her wild flailing, fucking her through her shuddering orgasm and causing her to reach her peak not once, twice, but three times in quick succession.

  “Oh god, Ethan! C-coming so hard…!” she screamed in a hoarse voice as she clutched at his muscled forearms in desperation, her nails sinking into his flesh and marking him. “Ethan! It’s happening again! I-I think I’m going to come again!”

  And then, with a wicked flick of his wrist, she did. Sara turned her head and shoved her face into a pillow to muffle her long, throbbing scream as she rode his hand madly, completely focused on her pleasure. Ethan’s own primal roar tore from his chest and reverberated around the room as his own release shot from him in hot, sizzling jets across her writhing body. He felt her cunt contracting and clutching hard at the slippery humming vibrator, nearly yanking it out of his grasp at one point. Ethan let her have it all, murmuring sexy encouragements low in her ear, keeping her on the edge, until his own hand at the base of the toy was drenched to his wrist with her release.

  He felt Sara fall limp against his side on the bedspread, sobbing softly yet barely awake, and immediately shut off the vibrator. He was breathing hard, and he pressed his lips against hers as he drew her close, clucking soothingly while pressing every inch of her shivering, hiccupping body against his sweat-slick form. He tossed the toy to the side and wrapped Sara in his arms, half-carrying, half-dragging her across the bed and under the sheet. He gritted his teeth against the fantastic feel of her curves, his cock straining insistently, now revived and eager for more.

  It would have to wait. This last orgasm had wrung her out, and he was standing on his last legs as well. Her beautiful face was slack and pink with pleasure, her lips parted and her chest still hitching slightly. She gave another shuddering sigh, and her brow furrowed as she snaked her arms around his neck, settling into his side like a burr. Ethan cradled her closer, tucking his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply as she curled into his embrace, her shapely legs tangling with his. A sense of deep contentment and peace settled over him, easing the heavy ache in his groin. There would be time later, he thought drowsily.

  She was his now, he reminded himself, and they would work it all out later.

  Chapter Six

  Sara was pulled out of a dreamless sleep hours later by
a low, insistent buzzing sound. She opened her heavy eyes slowly to a dark, still room. Discombobulated, she blinked up at the ceiling for a moment and listened as it grew quiet once more. She tried rolling to her side and froze. A heavy weight lay across her stomach and her hip, and she looked down in dawning awareness at the bronzed, hair-roughened arm that secured her to the bed. Her gaze trailed across it, up the muscled biceps, deep broad chest, strong collarbone and finally to the sleeping visage of Ethan la Montagne.

  Her heart was thumping so loud that she was sure he could hear it. Sara tried to keep her breath soft and shallow, no easy feat as she recalled all the naughty, scintillating things they had done to each other. She shifted, and bit back a yowl of surprised pain. Wow, she ached in places she hadn’t known existed on her body. And she was definitely feeling a bit raw and tender between the legs. The musky, unmistakable scent of sweat and sex permeated the room.

  God, he had made her come so hard she’d actually passed out.

  Her eyes grew wide in fascination as she stared into Ethan’s sleeping countenance, the strong, handsome planes and almost hawkish features softened in sleep. A heavy shadow covered his square jaw, his unruly curls inviting to the touch. His ridiculously long lashes lay in stark repose against his high, ruddy cheekbones, hinting at his mixed heritage.

  Christ almighty, the man exuded sex appeal even when he was unconscious. She thought she’d had it bad for him before. How the hell was she going to go through the motions of daily life now, knowing exactly what she was missing with him? His breathing was deep and easy, and Sara relaxed for a moment against the pillow and allowed herself a few moments to take in the unaffected beauty of the man who’d brought her to such orgasmic heights. She bit her lip and flushed in the dark, remembering the way he’d teased her with his tongue and hands, and later her large vibrator…

  The annoying buzz started up again, and Sara frowned. She couldn’t see much in the dark, but it seemed to be coming up from the floor. Curiosity won out and she carefully slid out from underneath Ethan’s arm, leaned over the edge of the bed and squinted hard into the gloom. Was that…her vibrator? Right then, something buzzed beneath her, and awareness hit her like a ton of bricks.

  She gasped and plunged her hand under the bed until it hooked onto what she knew to be her purse. Her cellphone! Angie! The bridal party, shit, shit! Ignoring the protesting muscles in her tender lower regions, she looked over to make sure Ethan was still out like a light before slithering out of bed and limping quickly toward the bathroom. Closing the door gingerly, Sara fumbled with her clutch and managed to snap her cell phone open before it went to voicemail. “Hello?” she whispered, shocked to hear how husky her voice sounded. Probably from all the screaming, she thought, ducking her head in disbelief and embarrassment even in the privacy of the bathroom.

  “Sara? Where the hell are you?”

  Sara almost dropped the phone in shock as she cringed and held it away from her ear. Angie’s booming voice still came through loud and clear, laced with both concern and ire. She detected the roar of a crowd and pounding club music in the background, and her head began to throb in time to it.

  “Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone? How could you disappear before we even finished dinner like that? Do you know how long I’ve been calling you? For like the past four hours! Where are you? Are you okay?”

  “Angie…Angie, I’m fine, would you stop yelling at me, please?” Sara hissed into the receiver as loud as she dared. She cautiously poked her head out of the bathroom, reassured to find Ethan still snoring in the bed. She closed the door again and leaned against it, running a hand through her hair and reveling in the intimate aches throughout her body. She sighed and brought the phone back up to her ear. “I didn’t mean to abandon you. Something—something important came up, I…” Sara was at a temporary loss for words. She found she didn’t really want to share this monumental turn of events, even if Angie was her best friend. It was too soon. She’d woken up next to Ethan, for chrissakes! He wasn’t just any guy, he was her dream guy. He was like her Everest. It was a red-letter moment for her. She wanted to bask in it a while, remind herself that it really happened, maybe replay it in her head a couple of times before sharing with the rest of the class.

  “What? Hey, why are you whispering, I can barely hear you!” Angie yelled back. “Wait, wait, let me get off this dance floor.” There was a pause and when Angie spoke again, Sara didn’t have to wince in pain. “So, what's wrong? Are you up in your room right now?”

  “Uh, kind of…”

  “Omigod, was it the calamari? Because Andrea also had to book it to the nearest bathroom before we hit club Tryst tonight, and I felt a little ooky for a bit, but then it went away.” Angie hiccupped and giggled.

  With a sigh, Sara realized that her soon-to-be-married friend was already three sheets to the wind as the really crazy nightlife was starting to stir all along the Strip. She’d have to go and attend to her before Angie ended up following some random man home like a lost goat. It was only eleven o’clock, she noted with some shock. Still plenty of time to meet up with the group at the club, and they hadn’t even reached the strip club yet.

  “No, Angie, I’m fine, I’m calamari-free,” she tried again, staring at her reflection over the sink and combing out her hair with her fingers. She traced some darkening marks around her collar and breasts, and touched the still-damp, swollen flesh between her legs and flushed with remembered pleasure.

  “I’ll be down in a few minutes. I, uh, had a really bad migraine all of a sudden. Needed to take some aspirin and lie down for a while. I feel great now, though,” she ad-libbed.

  “Well, good, because we’re headed to Mount Olympus in about half an hour, and your butt better be there! I need my best wing-woman with all those sexy male strippers! It’s my last week as a single gal, dammit!” There was some loud male whooping in the background, and Sara heard Angie laugh and whistle back, blowing loud kisses for good measure.

  Sara sighed and rolled her eyes. She could not let her best friend stroll up to the renowned strip club without her, and drunk to boot. Her conscience was already shot to hell.

  “All right, I’ll be there soon. Ask someone for a glass of water. And don’t follow anyone home,” she cautioned and hung up.

  Tiptoeing back into the darkened room, Sara hung back a moment, clutching a bath towel to her chest and looking at the magnificent creature lying in the big, inviting, rumpled bed. Angie, you so fucking owe me, she thought darkly. What she wouldn’t give to curl back into that golden-hued body and feel his hair-roughened thighs against hers again…

  She crept across the room stealthily, gathering her wayward top, skirt and heels, blushing furiously when she came across her sodden panties. Then her eyes widened at the sight of the used and abandoned dildo. Her hand shook as she held the long, thick, unyielding plastic, her eyes trailing over to the slumbering form in the middle of the room. She shivered as she recalled his firm, confident grip, the way he pressed the toy at a slight angle to ensure that he made her see stars with every deep stroke within her, just to hear her screams grow sharper, more keening. She wished they had managed to have sex so that she could feel that thick shaft she held in her mouth earlier forge a hot, indelible path deep in her cunt. But she would take what she could get and be grateful. She didn’t believe for a second that he was interested in pursuing anything long-term. She was thankful to him for being as generous a lover as he had been tonight.

  There was no way she was going to spring the toy on Angie anymore, though. And she knew she’d never be able to use it again without thinking about this night, and how fantastic it had been and how her solo sessions were going to feel a lot more insipid from now on. She slipped it quietly into the trash receptacle beside the television console.

  She tied her sex-mussed hair back and dressed as fast as she could, making sure she didn’t leave anything behind, all the while casting lingering looks at the sleeping behemoth of a man
in the bed. The big, comfortable, inviting bed…

  With one last burning look at Ethan’s sleeping form, Sara closed her eyes and sighed as she slipped out of the room and shuffled down the long abandoned hallway, throwing a scarf around her shoulders and applying a fresh coat of lip gloss as she walked.

  It was time to go watch a dozen prime specimens of manhood dance around in ass-less chaps like a good little maid of dishonor.

  Chapter Seven

  Ethan woke up suddenly and completely, as he was apt to do in his line of work, and two things registered immediately.

  One, he had a raging hard-on. And two, Sara was no longer in bed beside him.

  Already missing the feel of her plush curves against him, Ethan blinked at the digital clock beside the bed and frowned. They’d only been asleep for a couple of hours. He stared unseeingly into the gloom of the darkened room, listening intently for a few seconds.

  Then he threw back the covers with a curse, dragging a hand through his tousled hair and striding across the room toward the bathroom, where he knew he wouldn’t find her. The hotel room had become too still, too quiet.

  Goddamn it. She’d snuck out while he was asleep. Real fucking smooth, la Montagne, he thought with derision as he snatched his clothes off the floor and stuck his legs back in his pants. His entire body felt sore and exhausted, and there were teeth and claw marks on his arms. He felt an unmistakable stirring deep in his belly when he thought of how he got them. He flipped the switch in the bathroom, moistened a hand towel and wiped his bobbing, half-erect cock. He’d come again earlier in the evening while watching Sara scream through multiple orgasms, although he sincerely doubted that she had been aware of that fact at the time, and the stickiness still coated his belly and upper thighs.

  Tossing the rag back into the bathtub, he wanted to kick himself for his stupidity. He’d taken this all way too fast. They’d devoured each other like animals, hungry and so needy they’d been heedless to anything else. It had been so blistering and all-consuming that it hadn’t left much of an opportunity for talking or coddling. She’d probably be shocked to know that he’d had his eye on her for months, and he wanted to take his time getting to know her, in bed and out. If she hadn’t run out so quickly, maybe they could’ve had a nice long, hot shower together, while he reacquainted himself with those fantastic curves, all slick with water and soap…