What Happens In Vegas...

“What do you think?” The temper left her stance and her lips pushed together in a thoughtful pucker.

“That fourteen hours is way in the hell too long to go without seeing you naked.”

Poker-night attire consisted of sweats, T-shirt and an optional ball cap. Apparently, Carinna considered underwear optional, as well. The warm, supple skin of her backside filled my palms when I pulled her up against me and shoved my hands down the back of her sweatpants.

“Jack…” Warning rang in her voice.

Ignoring that warning, I cupped an ass cheek in each hand and ground against her pussy. I thought I’d caught a whiff of her arousal earlier in the night. Now, there was no thinking required. Her excitement rose up, rich, musky and tinged with vanilla, to play a number on my senses. “Don’t tell me you weren’t hot for me downstairs. Hot, and teasing the hell out of me with every one of those pretzel rods.”

Surprise passed through her eyes. But, no, it couldn’t have been. A woman with Carinna’s knowledge of the male anatomy and how to torment the shit out of it would know exactly what she’d done to me.

As if to prove me right, she slid her hands beneath my shirt and ran her nails over my chest with teasing light pressure. “Fuck, yes, I was hot for you! But like you have room to talk.”

“I wasn’t eating pretzels.”

“No, but you were certainly having a good time licking the salt-and-vinegar residue off your fingers.”

That hadn’t been purposeful seduction. I hadn’t even realized she was paying attention, until she’d taken too long responding to Ryan’s play. The moment our gazes had met and I’d registered the smoke color of her eyes, I’d known what I was doing to her. I had thought to make tonight about friendship, at least until the poker game was over. Seeing her raw desire, knowing she was as hungry for me as I was for her, the idea of unsettling her even further had been too tempting to pass up.

Speaking of tempting…

“Licking?” I slid my hands from Carinna’s sweatpants and hers from beneath my shirt. “Like this?” Taking one of her hands in mine, I brought it to my mouth and dabbed at the end of her first finger with the tip of my tongue.

A tiny sigh escaped her and I ran my tongue the length of her finger. Down. Back up again. Her pupils dilated and my own internal fire kicked up several notches. Slowly, I pulled her finger into my mouth, let my tongue circle for several long, teasing seconds and then sucked hard.

“Oh, God, Jack,” she moaned. “That’s more than a lick.”

And her moan was more than a sound to echo off my bathroom walls. It coasted down my spine and past my ass crack to come to rest between my legs, making my cock throb and my balls tighten.

I could stick with Carinna’s choice routine and take her fast and hard, relieving myself quickly in the process. Or I could show her just how incredible it felt to step outside the norm into uncharted terrain and give her a dose of slow, sensual loving both the first and last time around. I wasn’t much for metaphors, but I couldn’t help note how the second option metaphorically fit with my quest to get her to give uncharted terrain a try by entering a relationship with me.

I glanced at the Jacuzzi tub that dominated the right side of the bathroom. “Ever do it in a hot tub?”

“You already know that answer.”

My gut tightened because I did and I wasn’t pleased about it. I let go of my jealousy of the men who’d come before me to concentrate on the present, on driving Carinna so crazy with passion she’d forget she’d had past lovers. “But never with me. I promise it’s an experience you won’t forget.”

She looked to the tub, to me, back to the tub. She wasn’t a woman I associated with hesitancy where sex was concerned, but when she again met my eyes it was with lust and uncertainty warring in her own. “What about Ryan? We can’t just leave him downstairs.”

“Trust me, he was serious about seeing us in the morning. By now, he’s long gone to find a piece of ass. Too bad for Ry he doesn’t stand a chance at finding one as fine as you.”

Shit. Thanks to Ryan’s observation yesterday and planting the crude phrase in my head, I’d made it sound like Carinna was nothing more to me than a piece of ass. I would have clarified my meaning if she hadn’t chosen that moment to give in by reaching for the hem of her T-shirt and yanking it over her head. Her bra matched her panties, in that it didn’t exist. Her lush breasts were bare, and my mouth watered with the desire to latch on to a dusky erect nipple and suck. Knowing that route would deliver us to a fast finish, I stood my ground.

Teasing flashed in her eyes. She glanced toward the hot tub. “Race you into the water.”

I’d never been able to resist her teasing or her challenges. I sure as hell wasn’t starting tonight. “You’re on.”

I stripped in seconds and, without a hint of finesse, jumped into the tub like the sex-crazed man she made me.

Carinna

Jack thought of me as a piece of ass.

Relief cruised me even as my heart gave a nasty little bump I hated to acknowledge was disappointment. I didn’t want a relationship with any man, but I loved waking up in Jack’s strong arms.

Too much.

It was good that I’d been mistaken about his feeling more for me than friendship. And not just because it meant I could safely give in to my lust and sleep with him tonight. Though, I will admit that was the biggest reason on my mind at the moment. How could it not be when all that beautifully defined sinew and sun-bronzed skin was winking my way?

Jack stretched across to the far side of the tub, muscles rippling in his back as he turned on the jets. Bubbles churned to life within seconds. He pushed a second button that released soap into the water, which foamed the surface and stole my view of everything from his waist down. I almost pouted. He’d concealed some of my most favorite parts.

The scent of the soap hit me then. Something light, floral. Possibly lilac. Not even close to Jack’s style. Had one of his previous lovers given the soap to him?

My belly ached a little with the thought. I mentally eased the sensation aside, aware it had more to do with the idea of some other woman giving him better sex than me than the thought of his actually being with someone else. Maybe he’d had better lovers up to this point, but that was about to change. I knew Jack in a way some random woman paying his body a night or two of homage never could.

I knew about his fetish.

It wasn’t just the sleek, hot body styles and the growling thunder of the engines that fueled his love for classic cars—he had a serious chrome fetish. A fetish that extended to the moldings and fixtures of his Jacuzzi tub. A fetish that was about to grab him by the balls.

Flashing an X-rated smile, I stepped free of my sweatpants and climbed over the side of the tub. Jack’s eyes were dark with carnal anticipation. He expected me to sink into the tub, or plop in, the way he’d so inelegantly done—and knowing I destroyed his grace gave me no small pleasure.

And it was no small pleasure on his face when I bypassed his expectation and lowered myself onto the arm of the tub’s faucet. My pussy lips opened around the glistening shaft. Cold chrome kissed my hot folds, splintering ache deep in my core.

I’d never honed my contortionist skills, so I couldn’t take the shaft inside me, but the drooping of his eyelids and the gradual parting of his lips said it didn’t matter.

Well able to imagine the throbbing of his cock, I closed my eyes, tossed back my head and ground my pussy up and down the length of the shaft. My clit hit hard with each pass. I didn’t bother to hold in my throaty sighs. Jack’s moan punctuated the third one, the hot, husky sound bringing to standing attention every sexual neuron in my body.

My belly warmed, tightened. Heat spread up my torso, making my breasts feel heavy and achy. I blinked open my eyes with the intensely fast-building orgasm.

Jack’s lips were pressed in a firm line, his eyes riveted on my crotch and his right hand working beneath the water. I couldn’t see past the damned bubbles, but I easily imagined his long, strong fingers petting his cock, fingering the plump head, squeezing when he was about to blow it because he wanted to save his orgasm for when he was buried inside me.

My legs shuddered, a cross between fatigue from the way I was squatting over the shaft and thrill to know Jack would soon impale me with his own much bigger, longer, thicker shaft.

“How’s that chrome fetish working for you now, Jack?” I taunted, as I brought a hand to my sex and spread my folds wider, wanting to ensure nothing blocked the show of my pussy exploding with cream.

“Never better.”

He sounded strung out, pushed to the edge and ready to snap. I took mercy on him and increased the pumping of my hips, applying my full weight as I ground the sensitized pearl of my clit hard against the chrome shaft.

Once.

Twice.

My clit throbbed. My pussy spasmed. Pleasure pain erupted deep within my core. I worked the fingers that separated my folds in a quick and carnal up-and-down rhythm. Orgasm raced through me so intensely it threatened to topple me into the water. Jack stopped that from happening.

His hands holding my thighs in place, he bent his head and feasted on the juices seeping from my body. The lash of his tongue up my center and against my clit started a second wave of tremors, even stronger than the first. These ones I couldn’t stop from crying out over.

I screamed my ecstasy. “Jesus, Jack! I love your tongue! Never stop licking me! Never ever stop!”

Jack

I should have felt languid and highly sated after first watching Carinna masturbate and then feeling her ride my cock until we both climaxed with the sensual friction of the hot tub’s many jets surrounding us. But all I could think about was giving her the slow, sensual loving I’d intended to provide before she’d rubbed her pussy along the tub’s chrome shaft and destroyed any chance I’d had at maintaining control.

I quickly finished drying off with a large green bath towel, then spread the towel over the shower curtain rod to dry. Carinna stood naked in front of the bathroom sink, finger-combing her wet hair. I met her reflected gaze in the mirrored medicine cabinet. “Come downstairs with me.”

She stopped brushing to glance down at her body, still warm and flushed from our lovemaking. “Now?”

“Now. I have something to show you.”

She looked indecisive for a few seconds, but then crossed to the hot tub. With her back to me, she reached to the tiled floor for her sweatpants.

I groaned with the sight of her curvy ass right there in front of me, the rosy hole all but begging me to sink inside and take her hard. Tonight I wouldn’t be having her that way, but soon. “Don’t get dressed. I’m not.”

She straightened and turned back, frowning. “What if Ry—”

“I told you he’s gone out.”

I still wanted to set her straight on my earlier slipup, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized doing so would reveal the depth of my feelings and she wasn’t yet ready to accept them. My gut tightened with the knowledge she might never be.

How concerned she seemed over my brother catching her in the buff registered then. That had to be a good sign.

I tested the waters with a cocky smile. “Right. As if you’d care if Ryan saw you naked. C’mon, Carinna. I know you too well not to think you’d be turned on by the idea of him watching us fuck. Or joining us.”

Lifting a slim shoulder in a shrug, she smiled a little too brightly. “Hey, I’m all for threesomes and Ryan’s definitely doable. I just didn’t think you’d feel comfortable if the third party was your brother.”

Despite the fact her smile looked artificial and I probably deserved her remark for laying the words out there, jealousy grabbed hold of me. The truth of it was there had been a time when I was as open to a threesome as Carinna claimed to be, but that time had long since passed. Now, it wasn’t just the thought of my brother sleeping with her that made me feel uncomfortable, but the idea of anyone but me touching her in such an intimate way.

Because I didn’t trust my voice, I left the bathroom. Not giving her much choice but to follow or be left alone, I made my way downstairs and through the kitchen to the garage. My jealousy eased up when I discovered Ryan’s Jeep missing. Even if she didn’t want him, I could see Carinna fucking my brother, just to show me that being tied down in a relationship with one man could never work for her.

I was inhaling the much-appreciated cooler air of the garage when Carinna padded barefoot and equally bareassed through the kitchen door less than a minute later. Admiration flashed in her eyes and she parted her lips in an O the instant she caught sight of the 1950 Mercury Coupe Lead Sled dominating the right side of the garage. Without a word or glance in my direction, she went to the car, stroking her palm along the red-and-black flames that licked across the hood. “Pretty.”

I felt like a prime stallion, for the way her what-should-have-been innocent stroking had my recently deflated cock back to rock solid. It was my chrome fetish back at play. She wasn’t touching anything chrome at the moment, but she was close to the trim and wheel rims and apparently, in this case, close counted.

Moving up beside her, I ran my hand along the hood next to hers. “Pretty damned incredible is more like it. It wasn’t in great condition when I bought it. While you were too wrapped up in life to talk the past few months, I needed a distraction to fill the time we used to spend together. This was it. And it felt great. I haven’t solely restored a classic since the ’67 Cougar I gave Mom for her fiftieth birthday.”

Carinna looked like she wanted to comment about these past months. Instead, she gave me one of those luminous smiles that covered the majority of her face. “You did great, Jack. Whenever you get your garage going, it’s gonna be a huge success.”

I basked in the glow of her compliment. I’d brought her down here to drive her wild with ecstasy, but, just as much, I’d wanted her praise. Now that I’d gotten the latter, it was time to get down to business on the former.

“I have something else to show you.” I reached into the coupe’s open passenger-side window to the bench seat. My cock throbbed when my fingers came into contact with the red fur-lined handcuffs I’d found in a floor compartment when I’d done the initial detailing. I’d nearly thrown them out. And what a waste that would have been.

Pulling the handcuffs through the window, I lifted them in front of her and gave in to a wolfish grin. “Look what came along for the ride.”

Carinna’s smile went from luminous to naughty in a heartbeat. She took in the rigid state of my cock and then nodded at the handcuffs. “Hoping to break those in, were you?”

“Maybe I’ve already used them a few times.” Shit, I didn’t know why I’d said that. But, yeah, I did. Just once I wanted her to be the jealous one. To think that between when we’d slept together four months ago and again this week I’d been with at least one other woman, if not a couple dozen.

“Maybe you’d better get to putting them on me, if that’s your plan. Otherwise, I can always use my beauty sleep.” Her smile went just a little brittle at the edges, her tone not even coming close to sounding nice.

My grin turned arrogant, my hope for us fueled by her response in a way I’d never seen coming. It was no longer enough to drive Carinna crazy while making slow, sweet love to her. Now that I knew she might feel jealousy over me, I had to show her she didn’t need another man or two men in her life or bed because no other man knew her as well as I did. No other man knew what her dirty-girl side craved.

Truthfully, Carinna had never even hinted at the idea she would enjoy playing the part of the submissive. After all, where would it fit into her usual routine? Nowhere, since surrendering her control so completely meant both giving her absolute trust, and opening herself up emotionally. Just as I knew she would bask in the pleasure pain I was about to inflict, I held on to faith she would let her emotions free.

Grasping the handcuffs in my left hand, I moved behind her and palmed her breast with my right hand. I tugged her back against me, until my cock nudged between her thighs to rub along her pussy lips from behind. All the blood left in my head threatened to shoot to my groin with the sensual slide. I fought the sensation off and took my body’s anxiously aroused state out on Carinna by pinching her nipple and rearing back to rub along her slit a second time. A shallow cry slipped from her lips. I rubbed some more, playing with her nipples, pinching, rolling, pulling, letting her arousal build slowly.

Her breasts rose and fell heavily beneath my touch, her breathing heightened. My own breath drew in on unsteady rushes as silky cream seeped from between her folds to coat my cock and tinge the air with her hot, musky scent.

With the next thrust, I angled my shaft to brush against her clit but not come close to piercing her opening. I didn’t dare enter her, not if I wanted this to continue. Carinna didn’t seem to care about it lasting. One of her hands moved to her pussy, her fingers spreading her labia, shamelessly exposing her clit to rub against my cock as thoroughly as possible, while she moaned and reared back, pumping her ass into my groin.

She was already so close to climaxing. Already so close to making me come, as well. Too close for either of our sakes.

I let go of the straining nipple I currently toyed with and pushed her toward the front of the coupe. “Lean against the hood,” I ordered in a dark voice, “with your forehead touching the metal and your ass in the air.”

She didn’t turn back, or comply, just flung a haughty, “Feeling dominant, Jack?” over her shoulder.

Her disobedience fit my intentions perfectly, made me feel just a little high with the control she was about to submit to me. I pushed my knees into the backs of hers, forcing her to go weak-kneed. A subtle shove had her legs plastered up against the chrome grille. “Get on the hood, Carinna. Now!”

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” she said in an amused voice that suggested she thought I was teasing, that I would let up any minute now and sink inside her slick pussy.

Eventually I would do that. But not until her emotions had a chance to fully rise to the surface. Not until she wanted me so badly she begged.

She planted her hands on the hood and reclined against it slowly. Too slowly. I pressed my hand against the small of her back and pushed her down. Her breasts plumped against the decades-old metal in a totally erotic display that would be forever engrained in my mind. Her supple ass pushed up in the air, her puckered hole inches from my mouth.

My tongue ran over my teeth with the raw urge to sink inside and tongue-fuck her asshole.

Had any man ever done that to her? Probably. I couldn’t remember her sharing the experience and didn’t want to.

My need to command her grew with the thought.

“Having fun yet, Jack?” Carinna tossed over her shoulder.

Her voice was still light, airy. And that just pissed me off. This was no game. This was a voyage into uncharted terrain for her. A place where she came to terms with the depths of her feelings for me and shouted them aloud.

“Don’t say another word unless I tell you to speak.”

As I knew she would, she said another word. “Just remember what comes around goes around, Dempsey.”

I gave in to a hard laugh. She was out of her mind if she thought I’d take the words as a threat. I’d play the submissive for her any day. Just not today. Today I was the dominant one. And I’d never felt more like I fit the part.

“I warned you, Carinna,” I allowed, and then slid my hand over her bare bottom, which only made her push it out farther.

She wiggled her rear end, just daring me to give her more. I gave that more gladly, pulling my hand back and letting it fall hard across her buttocks. Her startled gasp echoed through the garage, along with the sharp sound of my hand spanking her soft flesh a second time. Then a third.

My cock throbbed a little more with each whack. My blood warmed as red flared across her backside to rival the red of the flames licking beneath her prone body.

Her ass had to sting, but Carinna didn’t say a word because, as I’d instinctively known, she basked in the sinfully carnal sensation rioting through her with each slap.

I struck her ass four more times, the fourth whack finally earning a small throaty gasp. It was enough to egg me on. “Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs wide.”

Her breath came faster with the order, heavier. Still, she didn’t say a word, just moved her hands behind her back and bridged her fingers together like a good little submissive. And that was so unlike the Carinna I usually knew, I almost ruined the whole thing by giving in to amused laughter.

I didn’t laugh, but took her wrists and locked the cuffs around them, making her as vulnerable as I hoped she’d ever been to a man. Squatting behind her, I ran my fingers up her legs slowly, from ankles to inner thighs, barely skimming the outer edges of her pussy lips before retracing the path back downward. I made the journey again and again, only relenting when her juices streaked down her legs and she quivered with her need.

Still, I didn’t give in to her want and the mad thrashing of my own heart. Just stopped the torture of my fingertips, so my hands were free to grip her thighs and push her legs wider.

I crawled between her legs and blew upon her wet, parted folds. Her clit trembled and a squeak broke from her lips to do a number on my overly hardened body. I went with the raw need gripping me to the core, let it dominate my voice. “Your pussy is so sexy this way. Spread wide open and dripping cream down your thighs. I’d like to keep you this way the rest of the night. Would that bother you? If I kept stroking your legs and thighs, kept blowing on your hot pussy? You may speak, Carinna.”

“Fuck you, yes!” she bit out.

I tsked. “Not a very nice way to talk to your master. And here I was about to be kind and give you my cock. Don’t worry, I’ll still give you my cock, just not in your aching pussy.” Grabbing her by the manacled wrists, I pulled her off the coupe’s hood and pushed her to the garage floor, careful to see she landed on her knees on the slide of carpet I’d used while working under the car and not on the hard cement.

“You’re an asshole, Jack,” she vented. “I never knew that about you.”

I laughed again, deep and dark and wickedly. “I find it hard to buy you believe that when your voice is so thick with lust I can barely understand you.” I rounded to her front, enjoying the way her shackled arms thrust her breasts right up into my face. I wanted to go down on my knees and lick first one generous globe and then the other. Instead I stood my ground and forced a hard edge into my voice. “Shut up, Carinna, and put your mouth to good use.”

Fisting the back of her hair, I guided her lips to my jutting, pulsing cock. She kept her full pink lips sealed for an instant and then devoured my shaft nearly to the hilt. I closed my eyes with the intensity of her warm, moist mouth surrounding me. Her lips closed tightly around my cock then, her tongue stroking with a divine technique that showed just how many men she’d blown through the years.

The reality she’d been with so many others should have been enough to quell the tension gathering too fast at the base of my spine and the heat building in my groin, but apparently not even that was enough to thwart Carinna’s stunning mouth performance.