Her Secret Lover (What Happens in Vegas)

by Robin Covington

And he turned and made a shallow dive into the water, his perfectly hard ass the last thing she saw before he plunged below the surface.

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  The water did nothing to cool him off.

  Not that it was that warm from the day’s heat but the memory of Kelsey’s brief touch of his dick made his skin burn all over. He surfaced, wiping the water off his face, and turned to see what she would do. Kelsey stood where he left her, the bluish glow from the pool lights illuminating her body with the silver reflection of the ripples. He took a step forward, the water just reaching the middle of his thighs where he stood in the shallows, the chill of the air reacting with his arousal to make him tense with heat and want and lust.

  She was so goddamn gorgeous, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She captivated him and had done so since the first time he’d seen her standing on his doorstep at the hotel, and now he was within seconds of being able to touch and kiss and have her sweet body wrapped around his cock. But first, she needed to get naked.

  “Come on, Kelsey. You know you want to.”

  She stared him down for a moment, and he worried that she wouldn’t join him but then she kicked off one heel, and then the other. He smiled and she grinned back, just before she turned around and flashed him a sexy look over her shoulder.

  Hell yeah, she wanted to play and he grabbed his dick, stroking it as he watched her. She crossed her arms, gathering the fabric of her tank top and pulled it over her head, giving him a full view of the sexy, satiny skin of her back. A hand reached around her back and he watched as she undid the clasp of her bra and let the slip of fabric fall to the ground.

  “Turn around,” he said, his voice harsher to his ears than he intended, but it produced the results he craved. Kelsey turned and faced him, her skin a dark caramel in the gloom of night, her brown nipples tight and hard where they stood out from the round, heavy globes of her breasts.

  “Damn, baby. You’re gorgeous,” he said, more a moan than words, but she heard him and understood. Her chin jutted up with pride and not a little bit of defiance as if she needed to convince herself to continue. The thought that she might not join him hit him with a jolt of panic and he stroked himself, showing her how much the sight of her turned him on. “Come on, Kelsey. I need you.”

  That was all she needed because she shoved down her miniskirt and panties in one movement and let them drop to the ground. Her belly was flat, but curvy where it should be as it led to the dark patch of hair at the crux of her legs. Kelsey took two steps forward, following his path as she made a shallow dive into the pool and disappeared below the surface. He watched her progress under the ripples of water, waiting patiently until she turned and swam to him. She surfaced, her hand smoothing her hair from her face, the water sluicing down her body in rivulets that he envied for the way they got to caress her skin.

  Micah reached out and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up against his body and took her lips in a kiss. Her lips were soft, cool, and yielding to the intrusion of his tongue inside her mouth. Inside she was delicious, sweet, and her tongue dueled with his as she sought his taste.

  She trembled against him, and he dragged her closer resisting the urge to lift her up and ram up into her body and pound into her until she fell apart. But he could wait, draw it out, and make it good for both of them. He released her mouth and traced his lips along her cheek, sucking her earlobe between his teeth, taking a quick nip that made her moan and dig her nails into the flesh of his shoulders.

  He lifted her up against his body and turned them until her back was against the side of the pool. Kelsey rubbed all over him, and he fucking loved it. It had been so long since he’d touched anyone that he was aching for the contact, not just his cock but his entire body. He lowered his head and indulged, licking and tasting every available square inch of her collarbone, the long, graceful column of her neck, and the sexy curves at the top of her breasts.

  Micah loosened his grip a little and dipped down, licking at the hard nipple of one breast and then the other. Kelsey jerked against him, her legs opening wider and allowing him to press in close to the molten heat of her core. She ground herself against his erection, and they both cursed at the contact. He sucked harder on the taut peak, licking and laving at the gorgeous swell of her breast.

  “I want to lick you all over. I bet you’re sticky sweet like candy, and I won’t stop until I taste all of you. Every inch,” he murmured in the pause as he transferred his attention to her other breast.

  “Yes. Please.” Kelsey’s fingers wove through his hair and kept him close as she offered her body to him. “More. Talk to me.”

  Fuck yeah, he could talk to her.

  “I want to lick you here. Eat you up. I bet you’re the sweetest in this very spot.” He reached down and ran a finger across the lips of her sex. She was slick and wet already and not just from the water in the pool. He urged her up on the side of the pool, her legs spreading wider as he leisurely caressed her body, loving the moan that escaped past her lips as she arched against him. “I’ll lick you here, make you wet, and then I’ll eat that up too. Won’t be able to get enough of it, I just know it.”

  Kelsey reached up and pulled him toward her, yanking him down until their lips met and she shut him up with her tongue in his mouth. It set him off like a bottle rocket, her need of him communicated through the rough possession of her kiss. He couldn’t have stopped if his life depended on it, every piece of him primed to keep at it until she came all over him.

  When they broke apart for air he let his head drop, his forehead against her shoulder as they gulped in oxygen. “I want to eat you up and then finger fuck you until you come, and when you’re slick and ready and slippery enough to beg me to take you, I’ll slide my cock in, slow and deep.”

  He grabbed her hand and lowered it to his dick, letting out a sigh of relief when her long fingers wrapped around him, and she stroked him with a firm but measured touch. Calculated to make him nuts but not to get him off. He bucked up into her grip, allowing himself the pleasure building inside him as she jacked him off, the roll of his hips encouraging her to continue.

  “I want this,” she said in between gulps of air. “I want you inside me, and I want everything you said. Please, Micah.”

  The sound of his name on her lips, the syllables wrapping around his shaft and his balls until he knew he was going to have to get her to stop or this was going to be over faster than his first time. He loved fooling around, the foreplay of the whole thing, but she needed to back off if any of that was going to happen.

  “Open your legs wider,” he said, lifting his head and pulling out of her grasp. Micah pressed kisses down her chest, laving each nipple with his tongue just to hear her gasp and to feel the dig of her nails in his bicep. Down her belly, across the sweet triangle of hair until he could see her, taste her.

  He gripped her hips and urged her to tilt up to him, and he put his mouth on her and lapped at her pussy, moaning as her taste burst on his tongue. He suckled her, caressed her with hot, open-mouth kisses that had her groaning and twisting under him. It wouldn’t take long, they were both so wound up. A couple of days of longing and verbal foreplay would do that.

  Micah added a finger to his attention, pushing it inside her hot cleft and finding her hot and soft and ready for him. But he wanted her to come first because the first time would not be gentle; there was no way in hell he could guarantee that. He continued to kiss her folds, with slow, dragging licks of his tongue that spread around her delicious lube. He applied himself to his task, reveling in the way she moved underneath him, the grinding twist of her hips against his mouth as she sought to take what she wanted, no longer patient to wait.

  “Yeah, Kelsey. Take what you need. Use me to feel good,” he murmured against her skin and then transferred his focus to her clit.

  She thrashed a little underneath him, her hands in his hair, tugging and pulling him even closer to the V between her thighs and then she went bowstring taut. Her en
tire body was arching up toward the moonlight, and he angled his head to see it all: the elegant bend of her body, the sharp, tight peaks of her breasts thrusting upward.

  “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Her cry was deep, guttural as she came, loud in the hush of the secluded courtyard.

  He kissed his way up her body, lingering in the dips and hollows, licking the soft curves until he could cover her mouth with his. She opened to him, her hands touching everywhere she could reach as if the orgasm had only sparked her appetite and not satisfied her hunger. Good. He wanted her as desperate for him as he was for her.

  She trailed her fingers down his chest, lingering over his nipples with feather-light swirls that made him gasp, and then lower until her fingers closed around him again. Micah pulled back enough to look at her, their mouths still glancing against each other as he almost lost himself in the wicked, hot depths of her eyes.

  “That was…” she whispered, her voice shaky and uneven. She licked her lips as her hand began a slow stroke that he pumped into. “I want more.”

  “Greedy girl.” He chuckled, breaking off when her thumb swiped the sensitive head of his cock. “I’ll give you more. Anything you want as long as it is done with me inside you, deep and hard.”

  “Yes.” She nodded, releasing her hold on him as he leaned over to snag his jeans and pull them over.

  He fished the couple of condoms out of his pocket and then lifted her slightly to place the denim under her back and hips.

  “Here?” she asked, her eyes on him as he opened the packet and rolled the condom down his shaft.

  “Yeah. Fucking here. You okay with that?” Micah looked up at her, his hand idly gripping his length and stepped in closer until he could rub the tip of his penis up and down the wet length of her sex. She moaned and pushed back in a rhythm that was only calculated to get him to stop teasing her and get inside her.

  He could definitely oblige.

  Micah pushed inside her, the heat of her tight body searing him through the latex and pulling him like a man starved after too many days in the desert. Her body was lush, giving, slick and tight, and he could not resist. She spread her legs further, lifting her hips up to meet his thrust and he slid home in one long push.

  “Goddamn, Kelsey. You feel like a dream.”

  “You’re awake,” she said, her hands skimming over the skin of his chest, down his arms, and up to tangle in his wet hair. He leaned into her touch, soaking up every sensation as he immersed all of his senses into this moment with her.

  Micah slid out of her body until only the tip of him remained inside her. They stared at each other, his body shaking with the effort to make this connection last before he lost what little control he had left.

  She grabbed his hips, her fingers digging into his skin, emphasizing her urgent plea. “Please, Micah. Move. Fill me up. Please.”

  It was the permission he needed to give in to his own raging lust, and he surged forward, pulling out and gritting his teeth at the clinging caress of her channel. He leaned over her, hands braced on the concrete on each side of her head, the position keeping them eye-to-eye as he covered her with his body and thrust deep. She jerked out a shuddery sob each time he snapped his hips and sank into her heat.

  The combination of her desperate sounds and the way her body opened to him was enough to get him to the edge and keep him there, hovering so close to coming that his vision went dark on the edges. It was her second orgasm that tipped him over. He watched, mesmerized by her soundless abandonment to her pleasure, the jerk of her hips against his own as she squeezed her breasts and nipples and came all over his cock.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Fuck.” He leaned down and took her mouth, half panting and half moaning as he drove in deep and spent himself in a long, toe-curling orgasm. He fucked into her body, continuing the hard thrust as he rode it out, extending it for as long as he could because the thought of having to leave her slick, hot, wet, yielding body made him ache. “Take me. Take it.”

  “Yes. Yes.” Kelsey chanted in a loop of half words and raged breaths as she collapsed against the pool deck in a boneless heap.

  Micah lowered himself, maintaining as much full-body contact as he could while he greedily explored her mouth. He did not want this to end, the aftershocks of pleasure causing his cock to pulse inside her in a valiant effort to make a repeat performance. Kelsey kissed him back, her hands looping around his neck, fingers lightly tracing the slope of his shoulders as they came down from the contact high of skin-on-skin.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, lifting his head to look into her eyes. She was slow to meet his gaze, her eyes unfocused when she finally did meet his own. “You good?”

  “Don’t sell yourself short. That was perfect,” she said. She stretched out, her arms extending out as he slipped from her body. Micah admired the long, toned line of her body, and he suddenly didn’t want the night to end. “We need to do that in a bed next time. I want to ride you, but not on this concrete.”

  Micah chuckled, reaching out his hand to help her up. “Is that an invitation to stay?”

  He had no idea if their arrangement allowed for sleepovers, but he hoped it did.

  “This might be temporary, but I’m a better hostess than to come and then kick you out.” She walked over to her pile of clothes and bent over to pick them up. The position gave him an excellent view of her tight ass, and he knew that the next round would involve him driving into her from behind with that view on display. His cock started to harden, wholeheartedly agreeing to his plan.

  Micah covered the distance, intending to tell her exactly what he planned when three loud, drunken voices popped up at the security gate to the courtyard. The low rumble of Aiden’s voice told him her friends had departed the club earlier than expected. Kelsey’s head whipped up, her eyes wide with shock and alarm.

  “Oh crap.” She scooped her clothes up and gestured toward a doorway to the left of the pool. She dropped her bra and had to scrabble for it again as a laugh burst from her mouth. “Move it, or my friends are going to get an up-close-and-personal view of your junk.”

  “What? Are you afraid that if they get a look at my personal assets you might have a fight on your hands?” He grabbed his own pile of clothes, having to snag his Converse twice before he got a solid grip on them and followed her in a mad dash for the shadows near her door and the safety inside her place.

  Kelsey fumbled with her keys, looking over her shoulder as the shouts and laughter of her best friends got closer and closer. She flashed a glance at him, her grin wide, cheeky, and oh so naughty. He loved it.

  “And for the record, there would be no fights. I don’t share. No matter how temporary the arrangement is.”

  He blinked, his dick getting harder at the sound of possession in her voice. He could handle the lust but it was the surge of ownership in his own gut when he thought of her with another guy. Micah pushed it down and cleared his voice before answering her.

  “No sharing. I’m on board with that.”

  “Good.” She pushed the door open and crooked a finger for him to follow. “Drop your clothes on the floor. You won’t be needing them anymore tonight.”

  Chapter Eleven

  It was way too early to be up.

  The smell of brewing coffee teased Kelsey as she rolled over in her bed, burying her head under her pillow with a groan. But she was up now, the lure of liquid caffeine drawing her out of her sleepy haze. She reached out and snagged her phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen, wincing at the crazy time of the morning. They’d gone to sleep a couple of hours earlier, exhausted after three rounds of the best sex of her life.

  She stretched, tossing her phone back toward the general direction of the side table, not caring when it missed and made a loud thunk on the floor. In spite of the early hour, she felt too good to care. Her body ached in that way that gives you a secret smile all day when you remember every kiss and thrust and clench from a night of being well used. She let the memor
ies of the night before roll through her mind as the tingles and shivers passed over her skin, and she smiled the smug smile of the thoroughly fucked.

  It was times like this that she wondered why she waited so long between bed partners.

  The sound of ceramic mugs being placed on the tiled surface in her kitchen was the motivation she needed to go seek out her current bedmate, that and the potent brew that would be the only thing to get her through the day on so little sleep. Kelsey reached out and snagged her short, kimono-styled silk robe off the bench at the foot of the bed and slipped it on. She made her way down the short hallway to the kitchen, surprised when she didn’t find Micah in that end of the room.

  Her place wasn’t huge, so it took only a quick scan to locate him, bent over at the waist, tight ass showcased in his jeans and his cut back muscles left exposed as he peered down at the photos lined up on her bookcases. She watched him for a few moments, noticing his intense interest, the way he reached out and touched certain photographs with soft, lingering swipes of his finger. Her gut twisted a little with the knowledge that he was seeing her life…her real life…and she knew questions would follow. Questions she wasn’t used to answering from the guys she slept with.

  That’s what she got for bringing him home with her. It wasn’t that she hadn’t calculated it in her tally of just how bad an idea this really was. Her final calculation had placed it somewhere between the zombie apocalypse and her unfortunate attempt at pixie haircut in the ninth grade, but it hadn’t stopped her. Getting involved with a tourist. Getting involved with a guest at the hotel. She’d known that unless she booted him out the door in the wee hours of the morning, he would get a peek behind the curtain. Taking him to some random hotel hadn’t appealed at all, and that feeling had overridden her desire to keep him at an arm’s length.

  She ducked behind the breakfast bar not even trying to be quiet as she picked up the mug Micah had placed on the counter and poured a cup of the hot stuff. When she turned, he was standing in the same place, a soft smile on his lips as he stared at her. He was hot with his dark hair rumpled and his eyes warm but also heavy with his own lack of sleep.