His hands explored the silkiness of her skin. Bo’s fingers gently skimmed the edges of the shirt that formed the V. Watching her in the mirror, Bo circled her navel, momentarily entranced by the diamond belly ring he hadn’t spotted earlier. He nipped her harder on the neck.
“Ahhh.” It was all Spring could manage under Bo’s teasing ministrations.
Bo’s exploration of the soft skin was exciting. He watched Spring with interest as his hands moved higher, grazing her skin, feeling her stomach quiver beneath his touch. When he reached the valley that lay between her breasts, he heard her breathing hitch just before it quickened. Still she watched. “Beautiful.” His fingers found their way inside of her thin silk shirt to her naked breasts. The heat he found there scorched his fingertips. He kneaded and caressed her breasts. Watching Spring watch him was the most erotic thing Bo had ever witnessed.
“Bo…”
That did it. The way his name fell from her lips was too damn sexy. She responded so easily for him. Realization that she was arching her breasts into his touch was mind-blowing. Hot damn! She ground her ass into his dick. Those torturous leather pants she wore would be the death of him. It made her ass glide across his cock with such ease that he didn’t think he would be able to control his load before they stepped out of the elevator.
Thank God for the bell. The ding of the elevator brought them out of their trance, but not before Bo recognized the glazed-over look in Spring’s eyes.
She was ready to come!
Regretfully, he pulled his hands out of her shirt. He caressed his hands down her shoulders in a soothing motion meant to calm her overheated body. Bo took Spring by the hand and stepped off of the elevator. He grinned to himself when he saw the way she eyed the hallway. It looked like the hallway of an expensive apartment building.
* * * *
Spring’s composure was shot to hell when they stepped off the elevator. She was somewhat light-headed, vision a tad bit blurry, and her body begged for release. Damn, were all elevator rides that sensual? With Bo, it was possible.
She did not realize the Three Wishes Casino had floors that looked this exquisite. Once she stepped out of the hallway where the elevators were housed, she noticed they now stood in another lobby of sorts.
There were three hallways and an attendant that sat in the center of the lobby behind a circular desk. As Bo escorted Spring past the attendant, she eyed the floor. It was expensive. The slate gray stone flooring lined the entire length of this particular floor. Apparently there were only four rooms on each hallway that looked like entrances to penthouse apartments, with doorbells and doorknockers. Spring thought it was simply gorgeous.
Once Bo opened the door, Spring was speechless. It didn’t resemble any hotel room she had ever stayed in. It was a penthouse suite. The foyer had cream-colored stone floors that opened up to a sunken living room with a huge flat screen television, a fireplace, and a staircase that led to…bedrooms? To the right of the living room, she eyed a formal dining room with a fully stocked wine cooler. Outlining the two rooms was a panoramic view of Las Vegas with an attached balcony.
Who is he? Spring thought. As much as she wanted to pursue the questions rolling around in her head, she couldn’t. It was easier not knowing anything. She didn’t want any attachments. This was just for tonight. She pushed her curiosity to the back. It would only make her reconsider her decision to be with this man.
* * * *
It paid to be an investor in the Three Wishes Casino. Since they had no intentions of sharing their personal business with each other, Bo felt no need to give up anything voluntarily. It just made him appreciate the fact the she knew nothing of his wealth, wanted no piece of his wealth, and wasn’t turned on simply by his wealth. She wanted him.
Bo should have been proud of that thought, but his feelings wavered. What was he without the recognition and notoriety? The women flocked to him because of his talents, champion status as a bull rider, and, without a doubt, his money. They wanted the flashing lights, interviews, and attention he drew just about everywhere he went.
And yet, tonight he had managed to dodge the fanfare when he decided to dress down from his normal clothing of well-worn jeans, shirt, and his favorite cowboy boots to black dress slacks, black dress shirt, and black cowboy hat. He’d even decided on taking pleasure in one of his secret loves, jazz. Thanks to doing something completely out of character for him, he had met Spring.
“Who are you?” The question couldn’t be contained as she asked with laughter in her voice. He couldn’t help his own laughter at the question. She continued on before he could respond. “Never mind, Bo. I don’t think I want to know.”
As soon as the door closed, his mind went blank. His cock throbbed as he watched Spring step further into the sunken living room. He heard her whispering approving compliments as she made her way over to the panoramic view. It was dark outside, and the lights were dim in the room, but no one in the entire building had to worry about being seen through their hotel room windows in the Three Wishes Casino. The windows were one-way.
That meant he could do whatever he wanted to her body. He could press it up against that window she was walking towards, and no one but the two of them would be the wiser. And, he had every intention of exploring as much of her as possible. He only had one night with Spring, and he wanted all of her. He would accept nothing less.
* * * *
Spring finally realized how quiet it was in the room. A tingling sensation flashed up and down her spine. She turned and looked for Bo. He was still standing against the door with a look on his face that should have frightened her, but only made her body tingle with awareness. Those sky-blue eyes of his had changed several times tonight, and it seemed they never settled on one particular color. At the moment, they were so dark and filled with arousal, she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. Spring could feel her tender flesh convulsing, waiting greedily for Bo’s invasion.
She wanted him. She wanted him to take what she had to give. She always wanted an aggressive lover but never had the gumption to speak up. She’d read about it in her favorite novels, seen it in the movies, and even heard about the wonders of having an aggressive lover from her close friend.
Bo looked like an aggressive man. He glared at her like he would devour her. If she didn’t have on one of her favorite outfits, she’d beg him to rip it off of her. But, from the way he was staring at her, melting her entire body with his gaze, making her pussy quake and flood with her juices, she wouldn’t have to worry about having anything ripped off of her. The way he licked his lips as he continued to watch her was only making her more confident. She wanted to undress herself, but that would be no fun. She did that crap all the time. It was one night, she reminded herself. One night she would be open and follow his lead. She would let him take her however and wherever he wanted. She wanted him in every way possible.
The more she thought about fucking him, the naughtier her thoughts became. Oh, dear Lord, help me. She was definitely going to hell after tonight. She wanted naughty and nasty. She wanted everything she had always sexually denied herself. Hell, she would finally be herself.
It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. She could talk dirty and not run him off. It was one night. One night she could say and do all the things she liked and not have to worry about looking at him in the morning. She would not have to worry about another date with him if she scared him off because she was a closet freak. The things she did with him tonight would not leave this room. And, tonight it seems her damn mouth would get her into more trouble than she thought possible.
She crooked a finger at him. “Come and get me, Bo.”
* * * *
That woman knew how to get his attention. Bo growled deep as he stalked across the room closing the distance between them. It was like a red flag being waved in the face of a bull. She was taunting him, and he loved it. She looked so sexy standing with her eyes wide as he approached her. He was going to take her r
ight in front of the window the first time. It was a welcomed change to have a playful sex partner. This playfulness of hers seemed to make some of the nervousness subside in the both of them.
Bo jerked her hips flush against his cock and reveled in her melting moan at that simple movement. She began her small ministrations. Tugging her ponytail back caused a small gasp as she looked up at him. Lowering his head, he took her mouth rough and possessive.
He didn’t wait for permission to enter her mouth. He didn’t have to. She beat him to the punch. Oh, she allowed him to be rough with his lips, his kiss, but the moment she parted her lips, her tongue was there. That move surprised Bo, but he relished it well. There was no real battle for control, just a hunger that burned through both of them, and the urgent need to touch and taste each other.
He felt her nails dig into his shoulders as she held tight to him. He reacted with groans as he cupped her ass and ground harder into her. At the pace he ground his cock into the crevice of her thighs, they were liable to start a fire, or he would come in his pants. He burned to be inside of her. Would her pussy suck him in instantly? Would she come right away? Would she beg for more? The incredible possibilities caused him to stand to his full height with Spring’s feet dangling from the ground.
Spring broke the heated kiss first once Bo placed her back on her feet. She was steady by no means. They panted like marathon runners. Bo watched as she put up a finger to give her a moment as she quickly kicked off her heels. She felt as if the room was spinning from the kiss. With one hand, she grabbed hold of Bo’s shirt to steady herself. She felt free and exhilarated. Her body hummed with newfound stings of arousal. When was the last time her lips tingled after a kiss?
Spring’s body was ready. Her sex had been prepped and ready since they left the dance floor. She could feel the evidence of her arousal soaking through her panties. Her folds were drenched with her juices. The coldness of the floor cooled her slightly. She needed to focus. Hell, she needed to fuck Bo. Was it ladylike to ask a man to fuck her? She wanted rough and hard. No, she needed rough and hard. She wanted him to make her scream. Good-fucking-grief she was horny!
Chapter 5
Exhaling slowly, Spring once again reminded herself that there would be no questions, no turning back, and no second thoughts. Damn that. She didn’t want to think at all. She wanted to give in to the pleasure her body felt every time Bo touched her.
She looked back up at him. The height difference was thrilling. He towered over her. Hell, he could pin her to the wall and fuck her, take her however he wanted. Her naughty thoughts were in overdrive. Could she possibly do what she was thinking? It was always fun to imagine having a tall and strong man. A man who could pick her up, hold her, fuck her. It was one night…why not? She looked at him from under those long black lashes and smirked.
The look Bo’s little minx gave him was one that had him taking a moment. “Oh shit…” was all he was able to utter when Spring giggled as she wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck for leverage and climbed her little ass up onto his body and firmly wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was stunned and completely turned on by Spring’s desire for him. The wildcat climbed up his body. That was another first for him. Bo knew he was a big man. Hell, every man in his family was at least six feet tall. Bo stood a whopping six foot three, and his little minx couldn’t have been more than five foot four or five without those fuck-me heels she had been wearing. He could hide her underneath his body and no one would know the difference. Her small stature called to his protective instincts. But her wistful smile led to something more. She was without a doubt his playful little minx.
He cupped that luscious ass as he took her mouth again. She tasted so damn good. More possessive, more addictive than the first time. Holding her tight, he ground his cock against her leather-clad pussy. He could smell her arousal. Her heat was so intense he felt it right through to his cloth-covered cock. She smelled so sweet. The mixture of honeysuckle and the sweet scent that was Spring wrapped itself around his senses and damn near knocked him off his feet.
“Damn, baby, you’re killing me,” he murmured into her mouth.
Fuck! He hated coming up for air. He wanted her skin touching his at all times. The moment he stepped away from her, he missed her touch. How the hell was that even possible? Didn’t matter at the moment. He wanted her out of those damn clothes. He wanted to fuck her. Bo wanted to taste her, had to taste her first. He wanted those soft tits in his hands as he fucked her against the window. His thoughts were erratic. He didn’t know which part of her he wanted to take first. Her scent was overwhelming him. The thought of fucking her, pleasing her, made his brain malfunction.
Go with the flow, dumbass, and slow down before you blow your load!
“Stand for me, sugar.” His voice was deep and gravely, eyelids lowered. He groaned as she slid slowly down his body, making sure she rubbed up against his cock all the way down. His little minx knew how to tease him. The smirk on her face confirmed she knew exactly what she did to him.
Bo turned her to face the window and started with her neck. He nipped along the sides, pulling squeals from her which turned to sensual moans as he continued his torturous nips along her shoulder. Spring leaned into his chest and sighed. She tilted her head, giving him more access to whatever he wanted. Bo recognized the deep and sensual sounds that flowed past her parted lips. They were the same sounds from the elevator. She wouldn’t last long, and that was fine. He would pull orgasms from her all night.
“Turn around, Spring.”
She took her time. He probably thought it was deliberate, but Spring had to gather enough muster just to turn around and face Bo and those damn sexy dark eyes of his. Her hands were at her sides, chest heaving, pussy soaked, leather pants probably ruined. And all Spring could do was wait. As much as she wanted to attack his body, she chose to stand and wait until he gave her further instructions. It seemed to heighten every nerve in her body, and she loved the sensations it sent throughout her body.
Bo silently eyed her as he slowed his breathing. Calming his cock down before he prematurely exploded was imperative. Then he saw it. It was only a flash. But it was more than enough time for Bo to see the fight for control as she battled to keep her lust at bay. The hunger.
At first, he thought it was a glare from the lights from the strip behind her giving her a colorful silhouette. But that wasn’t it. It happened again. Spring was waiting for him. She wanted him to control the situation…control her. Damn if he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.
Her eyes were drilling into him. She was waiting for his next move. And move he did. He thumbed the straps of her top off of her shoulders. He knew her breasts would be as beautiful as he hoped. He’d only felt them, and now he wanted to see them, caress and suckle them, torture each one slowly as she squirmed beneath him. The straps of her shirt fell down her arms, and Spring stood silent, breathing heavily as she watched his reaction.
“Beautiful, sugar,” he whispered just before he took a nipple into his mouth.
Her head fell backward as her lips parted on a moan. She arched her body, willing him to take more. She dug her fingers into his hair, tugging just enough for that sensual bite that made him groan with pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, steadying her. He sucked, testing her needs. Did she like her nipples sucked hard or soft? It didn’t take long to find out.
“Harder. Suck harder, Bo,” she huffed out as she drove her fingers through his short, black, curly hair, pulling him harder, closer. She silently begged him to take more. She moaned louder, ground harder when he did as she asked.
With one hand around her waist, a nipple in his mouth, he took the other hand and brought it down to her ass and cupped it. Then he moved it between the rounded globes of her bottom until he could feel the heat of her pussy seeping through the leather pants. He smiled as Spring began to grind against the hand between her thighs. Bo sucked so hard on her nipple unt
il he felt his cheeks hollow from the force of the suction. She pulled tighter on his hair as she squirmed against him.
“H-Hurry and get my clothes off, Bo.” Spring started pulling her arms free of the straps. Her clothes were constricting her. Her body burned for Bo, and she no longer cared about keeping her clothes intact. She felt wild and wanton. Whatever she had been holding back was gnawing to be set free.
With a pop, he let loose her nipple and looked up at Spring with urgency. She looked so fucking sexy. The slow, sexy grin that curved those luscious lips of hers caused his cock to twitch. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was shallow. “Holy shit, sugar, don’t you go finishing without me.” Finesse went out the window. He didn’t have to worry about explanations of fucking her fast. His woman was about to come. He’d have to remember those nipples.
Spring quickly pulled him to the other nipple as he blindly felt for the zipper of her leather pants. The thin scrap she called a shirt was dangling at her waist, slowing down his search. Finally locating it, he shoved the pants down over her luscious ass and down her thighs, allowing her to step out of them. The scent of her arousal gut-punched him. Just for a moment, he stopped his attack on her nipple to inhale her, take her into his nostrils, and sear her scent into him. Fuck, she smelled sweet. He swore he would never forget her scent. She was his ambrosia.
“Hurry,” she cried, and rocked her hips towards him.
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