What Happens In Vegas...

Jack

You would have thought I’d won the World Series of Poker championship tournament for the frenzied way my heart thumped against my ribs. Along with a title and the respect of most of your peers, winning the championship came with a six million-plus cash prize. I’d have paid that and more to hear Carinna admit she’d missed me.

My mind spinning with hope and expectation, I pushed my tongue inside her pussy a last time, loving the musky scent of her arousal and the way her hot, soft sex hugged my tongue tight, like it hated to let it go, and then spread her swollen labia wider and closed my lips over her clit.

I tugged at the bundle of nerves mercilessly. She bit her nails into my skin so hard I could feel it as pleasure pain all the way to my balls. Surrendering my grip on her butt cheeks, I coated a finger in the juices at the rear of her sex. With a second tug on her clit, I sank my damp finger into her crack, finding and fingering her ass bud.

“Holy shit, Jack!” she cried out with the rapid entry.

Climax rippled through her in the next instant, making my abdominal muscles tighten and my cock ache for its own much-needed release. My cock would have to wait. I’d spent the past four months fantasizing over this moment, and I’d be damned if I was coming until I was buried inside her sweet body.

She panted out hasty breaths as her limbs shook and cream leaked from her spasming pussy. I wasn’t coming yet, but I could sure as hell savor.

Releasing the pearl of her clit, I lapped at her silky essence, relishing the hot, sexy taste of Carinna until every last drop of cum was cleaned from her pretty pink folds.

To the sound of her rasping breaths and the thundering of my own wild pulse, I slowly rose, coasting my hands up her lush curves until I stood at my full height. Her eyes were back to the color of smoke and her lips swollen with passion. I’d more than enjoyed feasting on her cream, but it was nothing compared to consuming her full lips.

Sinking my tongue inside her mouth, I shared her cum in a tangle of lips and tongue and slow, unhurried sucking that fogged my mind with raw desire.

Placing a hand on the wall on either side of her head, I pulled back to give her a smile of pure conviction. “I missed you more.”

Something indefinable flashed through her eyes. “Show me.”

If not for the words, I would have wondered over the fleeting look. The words stopped me from doing so, in that they were one-hundred-percent Carinna. She wasn’t a greedy lover by definition but merely one who knew what she wanted, as did I. After the hard, fast tongue fucking she would want it slow and sweet. Since I also knew she’d make sure I was generously rewarded, I was only too happy to see to her every demand.

Nipping at her earlobe, I skimmed my hands beneath her tank top. Slowly, I pushed up the shirt, dropping my mouth to the soft flesh of her flat belly, peppering it with moist kisses. Meeting with the front clasp of her bra, I used my teeth to gently unsnap it. Her breasts sprang free, full and firm and tipped with large, dusky nipples that had filled my dreams more than a couple nights these past months. Hell, more than a few thousand nights since I’d hit puberty and realized what a knockout I had in a best friend.

Praying that we’d be best friends again, as well as a whole lot more, I loved each supple mound, suckled at each nipple. Carinna fisted her hands in my hair and sighed loudly.

The throaty sound pulsed through me as desperate need straight to my groin. Straightening, I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. With each brush of my tongue and lips over her sweaty flesh, my cock felt ready to explode. Still, I lay her on the plush gold-and-red blanket and undressed her with care, making sure no part of her remained uncaressed. I wanted every nerve in her body on end with anticipation. To see her as wild with her need as I was with mine.

Her hands gripped my bare shoulders and the muscles beneath my tongue tightened as I teased the sensitive flesh just above her pubic curls with damp circles.

“Enough, Jack!” She sounded as desperate as I felt. “I can’t get any hotter. I need you to fuck me now.”

Make love. She needed me to make love to her. The time for corrections would come later; now I stood from the bed and hastily stripped off my clothes.

Carinna leaned up on an elbow, sending her long, dark curls to play a tempting game of peekaboo with her hard nipples. My attention automatically moved to her pussy. She purposefully bent her right leg, exposing every one of her feminine secrets. My mouth went dry and pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock as I savored the site of her labia splayed wide, her center dripping fresh cream. And then she moved a hand down her body, past her navel and between her thighs.

She rubbed two fingers back and forth, up and down her glimmering pussy lips with torturous slowness and then thrust her first finger into her opening so hard the breath lodged in my throat. Her labored breathing and the slurp of her building juices sounded like a roar between my ears as she finger-fucked herself with an abandon I’d never before seen in a woman.

She added a second finger and rode them together all the way to the edge, to the point her juices ran in rivulets down along her thighs, and I could see her pussy muscles pulsing around her fingers, gripping with a hungriness that said orgasm was seconds away. And then she stopped, pulled her fingers out and brought them to her nipples, wetting the straining tips with her essence while I did all I could to stop from coming on the spot.

With supreme effort, I pulled my gaze back to Carinna’s flushed face, found her eyes dark as night with commanding lust. Sliding her tongue along her puffy lower lip, she ravenously eyed my cock. “I want to suck you, Jack.”

I knew she wasn’t going to go through on her want. Still, a fresh spurt of pre-cum seeped from the head of my shaft and my cock bobbed like a broken pendulum, only capable of moving in her direction. “But you’re too far gone to do the job as good as you’d want to do it.”

Some of the lust left her eyes. She stopped fingering her nipples to frown and lay back on the bed. “You know me too damned well.”

I didn’t like the frown any more than her tone. She sounded annoyed with my ability to read her. And that made me think I was up against a virtual impossibility when it came to winning her over to the relationship side.

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched over her, until my throbbing cock pressed against the welcoming wetness of her pussy. I forced a carefree smile. “That goes both ways.”

“Trust me, knowing that’s my only salvation.”

She was never cryptic with me. Despite the overheated state of my body, I considered gambling on ending the night without her in my arms by pushing her for clarity. Before I could make a decision, she tilted her hips and thrust upward, driving my cock halfway into her pussy.

Slow and sweet was how she would want it now, but four months of nothing but jerking off in a solo shower while fantasizing it was Carinna’s moist, pink lips wrapped around my shaft made that impossible.

Twining her fingers in mine, I reclined back, raised her hands above her head and pushed the remainder of the way inside her hot body. She gasped with the speed of my entry and all trace of annoyance left her expression, returning to the look of commanding lust I knew was reflected on my face.

One lone thrust inside her slick sex and my balls snugged tight against my body and I could feel the tension of orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.

Shit, I was going to be the worst lay of her life.

Hopefully not, but I definitely wasn’t about to be the best. I’d make it up to her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go slow this time. It’s been too damned long.”

I slanted my mouth over hers and pushed my tongue inside as I set a frantic pace. She didn’t speak denial but curled her fingers tighter in mine and met me, with both tongue and body, thrust for hasty thrust. The only sound was that of our harried breathing and the slap of flesh against sweaty flesh, for all of thirty seconds, and then I cursed aloud my lack of staying power as climax rippled through me.

The coupling was fast, hard and nothing like she’d wanted. Yet I heard her cry out and felt her clamping down around my cock with her orgasm as my own shook through me as a tumultuous wave of sensation stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.

For long seconds I lay there gasping for breath, listening to the erratic play of my pulse, feeling the remnants of her release milking my deflating shaft. Then I realized I was probably squashing the shit out of her.

Since we’d entered the suite, I hadn’t been acting like my usual, admittedly cocky self. In many ways, Carinna was acting off, as well. From our last time together, and the many times we’d shared details of our sex lives, I knew she was a loud, vocal lover. It was probably a bad sign she was being so quiet. I should’ve said something to make her talk, but my gut told me pretty much anything I said right now would have her going on the defensive. I wasn’t ready for her to pull from my arms or my body, so I rolled us onto our sides and stayed limp but embedded inside her.

She yawned, in a way that was obviously feigned. I took it as legitimate, anyway, pulling the portion of the covers we weren’t lying on over us and switching off the light on the nightstand next to the bed.

Inhaling her sexy vanilla scent, now mingled with the smell of our lovemaking, I brushed my lips across her forehead. “G’night, Carinna. For the record, I’m not working this week and I plan to be here in the morning.”

“That makes one of us.”

Her tone was light, teasing. I wrapped my arms a little tighter around her all the same. From her mind to her body to her suddenly unpredictable behavior, Carinna was the hottest flame I’d ever encountered and I’d yet to go up against her high-burning commitment issues.

Carinna

There was a reason I’d never worked first shift until two months ago. Before ten in the morning and a pot of black coffee, I was a total bitch. Bitchiness was not the mood to be in when dealing with men who’d lost their asses at gambling and now hoped to pick up a cocktail waitress to help lick their wounds, along with their cocks.

If I was going to lick anyone’s cock this time of the day, it would be Jack’s. Since I’d left Jack in the suite upstairs over three hours ago, that wasn’t on the agenda.

“Hey, baby.” The drunken idiot at the table I currently served punctuated the words by grabbing my right butt cheek.

I growled under my breath, resisting the urge to upend the tray of partially empty glasses balanced on the fingers of my left hand over his lap. Sometimes it really blew working for tips. Sure, I could have the guy tossed out for sexual harassment, but it would cost me the twenty I’d seen him slide under his empty rocks glass for me to find when I bussed. If I was going to forgo making money, I might as well have stayed in bed with Jack. Let him use those dynamite hands on me a little longer. Not to mention that tongue that could get me climaxing in seconds, or his impatient cock that had strayed from my choice routine and still had me coming for a third time.

I shifted, realizing my pussy was moist from just thinking about the way he’d gotten me off last night. Spotting Jack at a table across the bar didn’t help matters.

I gave the drunk a sympathetic smile. “Sorry,” I said loudly, to be heard over the salsa music blasting over the speaker system, “but my boyfriend’s watching and he doesn’t take kindly to my sleeping with other guys.” I sent a pointed look Jack’s way, who in return shot my assgrabber a glare.

Ass-Grabber squinted, as if he was having trouble making Jack out—given his state of inebriation, he likely was. “Don’t look too big from here. Bet I could take ’em.”

“Probably.” In his dreams. Jack was twice the man this schmuck was, in both size and character. “But since I happen to love him, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try.”

I loved him?

I nearly dropped my tray when the words left my mouth. I loved Jack, sure, but in the sort of way that had to do with being friends since we were old enough to pee standing up. I snickered to myself as I made my way to Jack’s table. At nine, he’d bet me I couldn’t master the fine art of vertical urination. I have no clue what the stakes were, but I’d won and without a stray trickle.

Jack’s words cut through my reflections the moment I reached his table. “You’re still ticked about the way I took off without saying goodbye last time.”

Apparently he’d taken my flippant good-night words to heart and believed I’d ditched the suite early this morning as a form of payback. After the sappy-ass way I’d confessed to missing him last night, and the even sappier way my heart had warmed with his response he’d missed me more, the thought had crossed my mind, but that wasn’t the reason I’d left.

I rolled my eyes. “Flatter yourself much? I had to work the morning shift. I didn’t bother leaving a note because I was running late and I knew this would be the first place you’d look.”

“Since when you do work mornings? You’re not even nice to yourself before noon.”

“Since Tammy went on maternity leave two months ago. They needed someone to pick up a few extra shifts every week, and it just so happens I’m saving up for something special. You’d be surprised how that kinda thing motivates a person.”

He smiled knowingly. “Still holding out for the Sudsbury property?”

My heart gave a funny little kick. I would have liked to have passed it off as arousal, but I could never lie to myself that effectively. Others knew about my dream of buying the Sudsbury property—a three-acre parcel located on a private lake ten miles outside of town—and turning it into a B and B. Not one of those others had inquired on my progress in months. I liked it too damned much that Jack had been back in my life less than twenty-four hours and was already asking over my dream.

I tried to dismiss it with a shrug. “Sooner or later it’ll happen.”

“How close are you?”

“The dip in the economy helps, but I’m not buying a welcome mat anytime soon.” So he wasn’t ready to let the conversation go; not a problem. After all, I wasn’t the only one with a dream. As much pride as Jack took in fighting fires, his true career goal was to own a successful classic car restoration garage. “What about you?”

“Someday.” He looked like he wanted to say more but then glanced over at the table I’d just left behind and frowned. “Do you always let guys grab your ass at work?”

A warning sounded in my head louder than the dinging of the slot machines coming in from the casino’s main gaming floor.

Why the hell was Jack acting possessive?

He understood no-strings sex as much as I did. At twenty-eight, he’d yet to have a real relationship and had no desire to do so as long as he was a firefighter. Those were the reasons I’d known it was safe to try for sexual fringe benefits while renewing our friendship. If he’d changed course on me, was even now thinking of ways to get into my heart beyond friendship, I was going to have to kick his ass.

I gave another shrug. “He brushed my butt and I gave him a dirty look for it. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing. I just don’t like the thought of you being taken advantage of.”

My insides tightened. I believed he didn’t want to see me taken advantage of, but the “nothing” part of the equation was a bold-faced lie. Survival instincts had me jutting my hip out. “Are we okay?”

Jack’s gaze narrowed—yet another testament to how well he knew me, that with just a little hip action he could tell I wasn’t happy. “We’re fine.”

“Then it won’t hurt your feelings when I tell you I don’t want you here.”

He smirked as he stood. “You are still ticked.”

“No. I’m on the clock. Standing around shooting the shit with you isn’t exactly raking in the dough.” I uncocked my hip and grabbed the nearly empty glass from the table in front of him—obviously he’d been drinking soda because he never touched alcohol before dinner. “See you later, Jack.”

His fingers settled on my arm, staying me when I would have turned and run away like the chickenshit his uncharacteristic behavior had me feeling like. His smirk was gone, replaced with a sensual tilt to his mouth that gave a glimpse of his tongue and immediately had my thong damp all over again. “When later?”

I’d meant the words as a figure of speech, and I should have told him so. But I couldn’t stop thinking about those three incredible orgasms he’d given me last night or how amazingly good it had felt to fall asleep in his arms, and so I proved I was one card shy of a full deck by saying, “I’m working doubles the next two days—”

“In other words, you’ll be too tired for sex.”

“In other words, you’d best plan a full-body massage into your foreplay. I get off at seven.”

His mouth curved fully, into the cockiest grin I’d ever seen him wear. “And eight, nine, ten and eleven.”

I liked my bad boys, and I liked his arrogance so much that if it wasn’t for the tray of drinks and the glass shower that would ensue if I dropped it, I probably would have said to hell with my job and slid onto his cock there and then.

Since I did have that tray and I really needed this job, I somehow managed to stand my ground. “If you plan to use me that much, you’d best add a bottle of gin and an extra-large jar of olives to the schedule.”