Hustler

by Meghan Quinn

  I can’t help it, he’s so outrageous that I throw my head back in laughter, the sound echoing across the dam behind me.

  “Penelope.” His voice is once again serious, immediately halting the laughter spilling from my lips. When I lift my head to look at him, he’s staring down at me, so many emotions flitting through his eyes that I can’t pinpoint a single one of them. “If it makes you feel better, I’m fucking terrified of what I feel for you. And the worst part of that is, I don’t know what to do about it.”

  “I don’t either,” I shrug, giving him a small, uncertain smile. “I guess all we can do is take it one day at a time, huh?”

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, a chilly gust of wind blows around us, causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. That’s one thing I’ve never gotten used to living in the desert. The days can be sweltering hot, but the moment the sun goes down the nights can be positively frigid.

  “Come on,” Gavin coaxes, lifting me from the ledge and placing me on my feet before taking my hand in his. “It’s getting cold, we should go.”

  As I let him lead me to the car, I’m suddenly overcome with a sense of loss, like the moment we just shared is at risk of disappearing the second we’re back within the city lights. I’m not ready for it to end yet. I need more of this Gavin before we go back to our real lives and run the risk of losing what we’ve gained tonight. Once we reach the car, Gavin releases my hand to reach into his pocket for the keys. I scan the area and realize just how secluded we are, not that it would have mattered, not with how I’m feeling at this very moment. And that’s what I’m doing… feeling. I’ve allowed myself to shut down my brain and just feel.

  Gavin’s eyes come to mine when I take a step away from him. “Penelope?”

  I don’t say a word as I reach beneath my skirt and hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my thighs until they pool at my feet.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice instantly going rough and gravelly. I can see it in the lights of the dam the way his pupils dilate, turning that dark brown almost completely black. The moment my thong hits the ground, he’s as consumed as I am.

  Walking to the front of the car, I place my hands on the hood and look up, my eyelids heavy as I take in the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “Fuck me, Gavin. I need to feel your big cock inside me. Right now.”

  He doesn’t hesitate. The instant the words leave my mouth he’s stalking toward me, and I want to cry out in relief because if he’d paused, for even one second, I don’t know what I would have done.

  The heat of his chest hits my back at the same time the cold air brushes against my thighs as he trails his hands up, up, up. I’m too far gone to notice the drop in temperature anymore. I let out a needy whimper as soon as his fingers slide through my drenched slit.

  “So fucking ready for me,” he growls in my ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth and nipping. “No one else can do this for you, can they? No one else makes you so wet, so fucking desperate.” I whimper again. “You want my cock, Penelope?”

  “Yes,” I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder as he grinds his massive erection against my ass. I can’t think of anything in my life I’ve ever wanted more than him at this very second. “Please, Gavin. Please fuck me.”

  He moves away just far enough to free himself from the confines of his jeans, and as I look over my shoulder to see that big, straining dick pointing directly at me, I moan, long and loud. I barely notice him removing a condom from his wallet and ripping the foil open with his teeth. In a matter of seconds, that feel more like a million years, he’s fully sheathed and pressing against me, lifting the skirt of my dress over my ass and shoving into me in a hard, brutal thrust that has me shouting his name into the dark night.

  “God dammit,” he hisses between clenched teeth as he pumps into me, stretching me around his thickness at a relentless pace. “So. Fucking. Tight.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust that hits that most sensitive spot inside me. No man has ever hit that spot, and as the edges of my vision grow hazy, I feel the insane need to pay homage to Gavin Saint’s glorious cock. Luckily, all I’m capable of just now is a loud cry of pleasure as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, kneading and pulling at my cheeks as he fucks me better than anyone ever has before.

  “Gavin. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I need to come,” I chant, or at least I think I do. For all I know, I’m speaking in tongue as he manipulates my body in a way I’m certain only he can. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the air is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.

  One of his hands releases my ass and comes to rest between my shoulder blades, and before I know it, my chest meets the cool surface of the car’s hood. I’m bent over, completely at Gavin’s mercy, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

  Each of his hands is braced on the metal on either side of my head as his cock pulls almost completely out, only to dive back in again and again with perfect precision. I swear to God, Gavin Saint was born to fuck me.

  “Jesus Christ,” he grinds out. “Do you have any clue how fucking beautiful you look, spread out across my car like this?” His crude words are followed by a loud crack and what feels like fire stinging the cheek of my ass.

  I throw my head back in a guttural yell, the feel of his palm slapping me only heightening the pleasure I’m already feeling. He does it again. And again. And again. It’s so good I think I might be able to come from him spanking me alone.

  “That’s it, Penelope,” he rasps. “That’s it. Take every fucking thing I give you. Such a good girl. Squeeze my cock and I’ll let you come.”

  I do what he says, clenching my walls around him. He gives me one last spank before trailing his hand along my hot flesh and down between my thighs where he presses against my clit just hard enough that, with a throat-burning scream, I dive into the blissful abyss of my release, coming so hard I see stars.

  “Oh shit. Holy fucking shit! I’m coming! Uhn…” he groans as he buries himself to the root and follows me over. His cock swelling as he empties everything he has inside me. My head drops back down as I pant uncontrollably, reveling in the way his dick twitches inside me. I did that to him. I made him come so hard he collapsed on top of me, his breaths just as ragged as my own.

  For long seconds, the only sounds are our heavy breathing. Then, “I’m never fucking washing this car again,” he declares in a tone full of worship. I laugh as much as my still deflated lungs allow.

  Gavin’s fingertips brush my chin as he turns my head just enough for our lips to meet in a long, languid kiss that holds more emotion than any kiss I’ve ever received. I know we have to move, that we can’t stay like this all night, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sad when he finally removes his lips from mine and pulls out of me. I gasp as a cold breeze hits the wet, sensitive flesh between my thighs.

  “You okay?” he asks as he helps me from the hood of the car.

  I offer him what I have no doubt is a drugged grin. “I’m great. I’m more than great.”

  “Me too,” he smiles back, and I’m lost again in his smile.

  We’re both silent as he helps me into the car, closes me in, and makes his way around the hood to the driver side. We might not speak the whole way back to the city, but with the contentment thickening the air around us, there’s no need to. His fingers stay laced with mine the whole time, only letting go long enough to shift before coming right back.

  The brightly lit Strip can be seen from miles away, growing closer and closer, and if I’d have had to pick a way to end our night, this is exactly what I would have wanted.

  Only, it doesn’t end. Gavin doesn’t take me home. He takes me back to the hotel…

  Chapter Twenty-One

  **GAVIN**

  Fucking hell.

  What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?

  For the first time in my entire life, I’m feeling shit about a woman and not only am I accepting those fee
lings, but I’m expressing those feelings to said woman.

  What the ever loving fuck!

  I blame the sunset for making me lose my mind, for making me turn into a man who opens his heart to another human being.

  This isn’t me. This isn’t the Gavin Saint that took the poker world by storm and annihilated all competition.

  But do you know what? There is this weird sense of ease that washed over me the minute I wrapped my arms around Penelope and told her what I’ve been feeling. As if there’s been a clamp around my chest, tightening with each passing day, Penelope’s candid spirit and warm smile has loosened the vise’s hold, to the point that I almost feel like a completely different man.

  It’s terrifying.

  I’ve never been a pussy, I’ve taken what life’s given me and made my own royal flush, but with Penelope, I feel like no matter what cards rest in my hand, I’m going to lose. I’m going to lose the hard shield I’ve built to protect myself from a woman who can easily destroy a man. Even knowing this, the hand that rests in mine is one I don’t want to let go of.

  When did I become so protective of this woman? When did the tables turn to the point that I no longer just wanted to fuck her, but that I have this desperate feeling of responsibility to bring happiness to her life?

  “Why do I feel nervous?” Penelope asks as I walk her to my front door, her palm pressing against mine.

  “Are you scared of me?” I ask with a jovial lilt, trying to ease the sexual tension that’s risen between us during the drive. We didn’t partake in conversation on the way back, we barely acknowledged each other. We simply held hands, our thumbs rubbing along each other’s skin.

  I have no clue what she was thinking that entire time, but my mind was battling between what the hell I was thinking and reminiscing about Penelope sprawled against the hood of my car, her wet pussy crying out to me for more. Can you guess which thought gathered more attention?

  She scoffs. “Scared of you? Never. You’re easy to read.”

  I open the door to my suite and let her in. “I’m easy to read?” I ask, shutting the door and walking up to her. “Is that so? Enlighten me then, Penelope, what are my tells?”

  With ease and precision, dodging furniture, I walk her to the span of windows in my living room and trap her up against the cool glass.

  She bites the corner of her lip as her eyes search to the sky for answers. Will she never learn? “You like to button your suit jacket when you get serious…” she trails off. A sad attempt and I have no problem calling her out on it.

  Lifting a rakish brow, I study her. “Is that all you’ve got? I button my suit jacket?”

  “It’s a work in progress.” She shrugs. “Before spitting out ideas and showing what I know about you, I’m confirming all my hypotheses first.”

  “Is that right?” Raising her hands over her head, I say, “Keep studying, baby. You’re not going to find much. As for you,” I lean closer, nipping at her mouth, “this lip right here, this plump and luscious one, every time you bite on it, not only do I know you’re about to lie, but I also get extremely pissed at you.”

  “Why?” Her breathing starts to grow heavy with my proximity.

  “Because, that’s not your lip to bite Penelope. That is not your lip to hurt, it’s mine. And every time you bite it in front of me, I want to punish you.”

  Her teeth rake over her lip, testing me. Such a fucking vixen. “How do you plan on punishing me, Gavin?”

  Leaning over to her ear, I speak softly, “What happened to the girl who was nervous a few minutes ago? Was that all a ruse?”

  “You’re not the only one who can bluff,” she says in a whisper.

  Christ, this woman. One minute she’s showing a side of vulnerability I’ve never seen and the next, she’s tempting me, testing my restraint. Unbeknownst to her, where she is concerned I have zero restraint.

  “Keep your hands here,” I say, pressing them against the window for emphasis. “Do not fucking move them or what I’m about to do to you will become a distant dream. Understood?”

  Looking up through her eyelashes, she asks, “And what are you about to do to me?”

  Smiling devilishly, I say, “I’m going to fuck you up against this window, Miss Prescott. We’re going to give the voyeurs of Las Vegas a show.”

  Without waiting for an answer, I grab the hem of her dress and tear it over her head, tossing it to the side. Underneath, she’s only wearing a strapless bra, her thong from earlier in my back pocket. Guiding my hand behind her, I release the clasp of her bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground, revealing her perfectly round breasts. I kick the bra to the side with her dress and take in the picture perfect woman in front of me.

  Penelope is unlike any woman I’ve ever been with. Her body is lithe, toned, and tempting. Her breasts are smaller than she promotes, but funny enough, I love how they fit in my palm. Just enough that I can clamp my hand around them, feeling her perky little nipples against my palm. Her stomach is taught, defined, her waist narrow, leading to slight hips and a mouthwatering pussy.

  Fuck, her pussy is impeccable, tight and needy.

  “Tell me, Miss Prescott, would you rather face everyone while I fuck you against this glass, or would you rather have your back against the glass, showing off that divine ass of yours?”

  “Neither,” she says, her chin lifted high. “I don’t fuck anyone who calls me Miss Prescott.”

  My fingers gently run across her jaw, her arms are still propped up so I know she’s not about to leave, she’s testing me. “You and I both know that’s a lie. Pretty sure my swollen cock has been inside that tight cunt of yours a few times now, despite the fact that I call you Miss Prescott.”

  “It ends now,” she answers sternly.

  My lips tug up in a smile from the little ball of sass in front of me taking a stance. “Or what?”

  Lowering her hands, I think she’s about to leave, but instead, she unbuckles my jeans and pushes them down with my boxer briefs. She then lifts my shirt up and over my head, exposing my body to her.

  Her fingers caress the divots in my stomach as they work their way down to my hard, erect cock. Swiftly, without warning, she grips my length and holds onto it tightly. “I know what you’ve been wondering for a while, Gavin, I know what’s been going through that handsome head of yours.”

  “You think I’m handsome?” I tease.

  “Really? That’s what you’re concerned about?” She glides her hand up my cock and then back down, pulling me back into her conversation.

  I clear my throat. “You were saying?”

  “I can see it in those midnight eyes of yours, Gavin. You want to know what my lips look like wrapped around your dick, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have my wet, hot mouth encasing your cock. You want to know how deep I can take you, how it feels to be nine inches inside my throat while my tongue leisurely licks your balls. Don’t you?”

  If I was a teenager, I’m pretty sure I would have just come.

  Instead, my cock is harder than ever, fucking throbbing in the palm of her hand, looking for her to stop teasing me and to cash in on that picture she just painted for me.

  Grinding my teeth and taking a deep breath, I answer, “I do.” Honesty is the best policy, especially when your dick is being held by an evil temptress.

  “Then tell me you what you want me to do, using my name, Gavin.”

  Easy enough. Leaning a little closer, her hand still wrapped around me, I tilt her head up and kiss her lips softly, intimately. “Penelope,” I breathe out, kissing one side of her mouth to the other. “I want to know what it feels like to have these delicious lips sucking my dick into your sweet, sassy mouth. How’s that for asking what I want?”

  “That works,” she says right before dropping down to her knees.

  My legs shake beneath me from the heat already pouring off of Penelope. Support is desperately needed, so I press my hands on the glass in front of me, while Penelope gl
ides her hands up my thighs to my straining erection.

  Right when I think she’s about to grip the root of my length, her fingers slide back down my thighs, a naughty smile on her face.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, breathless and throbbing uncontrollably.

  “Testing your will.”

  “Not necessary, it’s strong. No need to check it.”

  “Doesn’t seem like it.” Her fingers slide back up where they barely caress the bottom of my balls. The scratch of her nails running along the sensitive skin throws my nerves into a frenzy.

  “Fuck,” I bite out.

  “Does that feel good, Gavin?”

  “Do you know what would feel better? Your mouth around my cock.”

  Gripping my balls now, she rubs her thumb at the base of my dick, playing with a sensitive vein on the underside. I spread my legs further apart and lean my head against my arm, my erection straining right by her face, dancing dangerously close to her lips.

  That will she’s testing, it’s paper thin right about now. If I could, I would hump the air just for any kind of relief from the pressure building at the tip of my dick from the blood pooling at the head.

  “Tell me, Gavin, how much do you want to thrust your swollen cock into my mouth?”

  My throat is tight, I can barely get out the words. “More than fucking anything.”

  With a smile on her face, her little pink tongue sticks out of her mouth and flicks across my cock, from the bottom to the top, barely caressing me, just fucking teasing me.

  My palm slaps the glass, my restraint completely gone. “Penelope,” I warn.

  The licks stop. “Yes?”

  Breathing heavily, I say, “Payback is a bitch.”

  Her hand gently squeezes my balls and then slides up my length, using the saliva of her licks as lubrication. “I look forward to it,” she says with mirth, right before her mouth encircles the head.

  The minute her mouth wraps around my dick, I can’t help it, I thrust forward needing more. And to my delight, she takes it, opening her mouth and letting me thrust in and out of it. Brief relief encompasses me before she removes herself completely, hands and all.