Chapter 6
JOSHUA
Molly and I have both said we don’t want this night to end, yet we seem to have naturally gravitated towards Caesar’s Palace.
She isn’t showing any signs of wanting to get away from me, and I know she can’t really be seen to be in the bar or the casino with me, so that makes me think that she is thinking the exact same thing as I am.
I want to ask her, but if she says no, that’s not what she’s thinking at all, it will ruin the moment, and this way, I still have hope that I’m going to get to spend the night with this gorgeous creature.
I’m not used to being a follower, but I make an exception tonight and I let go the need to ask what’s next and I just let Molly lead the way.
She goes into the hotel but not through the casino way.
She slips us in a side door marked staff only which brings us into a short hallway that opens out between the stairwell and the elevators.
“Your room or mine?” Molly asks as she leads me to the elevators.
Wow. She is so confident and that is so damned hot.
“Mine,” I say. “Room nineteen sixteen.”
She nods and when one of the elevator cars pings open, she smiles and steps inside.
I follow her and she presses the button for floor nineteen and the doors close, leaving us alone in the elevator.
Now I have no doubt what is about to happen with Molly and me, my body is responding, and I can feel my cock starting to twitch into life.
I try to think of anything but Molly because I don’t want to get a full on hard on in the elevator, but how can I think of anything else when I surrounded by a cloud of her scent, and I can almost feel the heat coming off her body in waves.
The elevator begins to move after what feels like a long time but can’t be longer than a second or two after the doors close.
The ride up to my room is quiet, but the air between us is anything but quiet.
Molly stands close to but not quite touching me, but almost, and her body keeps radiating that warmth that washes over me.
Her fingers twitch at her sides like she’s trying to keep herself in check.
I’m trying, too. But with every passing second, every sway of the elevator, the tension tightens like a wire between us.
I wonder what she would do if she lost control.
Would she throw me on the ground and ride me right here?
She catches me watching her and she smirks.
"What?" she asks.
I shake my head, chuckling.
"Nothing," I say. I’m not about to tell her I was imagining her throwing me on the ground and riding me until we both come screaming each other’s names.
She tilts her head, studying me.
"You’re thinking something. I can see it,” she presses me.
I meet her gaze, and afraid of the words slipping out before I can stop them, I give her a more gentle version of what I’m thinking.
"I’m thinking about how badly I want to kiss you," I say.
Her lips part slightly, her breath catching. Then, just as the elevator dings, she leans in.
“I was thinking about what you would feel like inside of me,” she says.
My jaw drops open at the matter-of-fact way she says it.
The doors slide open, but I don’t move. Not right away.
I just look at her, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me.
She steps out, smiling back at me over one shoulder and that’s all the invitation I need.
Before I can second guess myself, I take a few long strides to catch up with Molly, then I grab her hand and lead her down the hallway to my room.
The moment the door shuts behind us, it’s like a match has been struck.
Molly is on me in an instant, her hands tangling in my hair, her mouth crashing against mine.
She tastes like whiskey and something sweet, something purely her, and it’s intoxicating.
I press her back against the door, my hands gripping her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through her clothes.
I pull my mouth from hers and kiss her neck.
She exhales with a soft sigh, and then she gives a breathy laugh.
"I’ve been waiting for you to do that all night,” she says.
I answer by lifting her off the ground, making her squeal as I carry her to the bed. She lands with a bounce, propping herself up on her elbows, looking up at me with those dark, mischievous eyes.
"Are you always this sure of yourself?" she teases.
I smirk, stripping off my shirt.
"I sure am,” I say with a grin. “Why? Are you complaining?"
She smiles at me and keeps looking into my eyes as I climb onto the bed between her legs.
"Not even a little bit," she confirms.
I lean down, catching her mouth with mine again, and then we’re lost in each other.
I’m lost in the heat, lost in the hunger, and lost in the way her body moves against mine like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
It feels like we fit together, like this was always meant to happen. It feels right.
Everything about Molly - her touch, her voice, the way she gasps my name as I run my hands over her body as we strip each other’s clothes off - makes me forget the rest of the world. Makes me forget that tomorrow, everything changes. That this night can’t last forever.
But right now, I don’t care. Right now, she’s all that matters.
And I don’t hold back. I kiss my way down her body, between her breasts and down her stomach until I’m between her legs.
I push them wider apart, and I can see she is already dripping wet.
I moan when I see how wet she is, and my already hard cock hardens further.
I move my face closer to her slit and I can smell her lust. She smells musky, sweet and I can’t wait to taste her.
I run my tongue from her pussy to her clit and I’m not disappointed.
She tastes every bit as good as she smells, and I lick through her slit again.
She makes an ahh sound as I lick her, and she arches herself off the bed, pushing her clit closer to my tongue, showing me what she wants from me.
I’m not about to disappoint her, and I bury my face in her, my tongue finding her clit and lapping at it, licking her from side to side and front to back. I press down on her clit with the end of my tongue, and she moans again, and I keep licking her, keep teasing her.
I can feel her thighs tensing as I bring her closer to orgasm and her clit is pulsing so hard, I can feel it against my tongue.
She has balls of the sheets in her fists, and she’s writhing beneath me.
Her breath is coming in ragged gasps that sound more like whimpers.
She is desperate to come, and I keep her on the edge a moment longer, and then I pull my face back and rub her clit with my fingers, putting extra pressure on it.
She calls out my name as she hits her climax, and a rush of liquid comes from her pussy.
I lean down again and lap it up, swallowing it down and relishing the taste of her.
She is still orgasming, her body shuddering and her eyes rolled back in her head when I pop back up from between her legs.
Her body is rigid, and her back is arched up off the bed.
I give her no relief. I reach down and play with her clit again and her mouth opens in an O of ecstasy.
Her body strains upwards and for a moment, she doesn’t breathe.
Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to, but her body is past it’s normal functions and instead, it is concentrating on only one thing – pleasure.
Finally, I stop teasing Molly’s clit and after a moment, her eyes roll back into place and her muscles relax. She drops back down onto the mattress, gasping and panting. I crawl up between her legs and lower myself down onto her. She looks up into my eyes and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“Wow,” she says.
I grin at her and with no warning, I plunge my cock into her pussy.
She cries out as I fill her up and I cry out myself.
She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight.
Fucking her is everything I dreamed it would be and again, it’s like we are in sync with each other, like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Our bodies instantly move as one, thrusting and writhing together in perfect timing.
Molly wraps her legs around my waist, and I kiss her frantically as we move.
I can feel my climax rushing up to meet me and I hold it back.
I don’t want this to end. It seems Molly is far from ready for it to end too.
She’s grabbing my ass cheeks, pushing me further inside of her.
I can feel my cock banging off her cervix with each thrust now and each time I fill her, she calls out.
We move faster and faster, banging it out like our lives depend on it.
When I think I can’t take it anymore, Molly closes her eyes and whispers my name and then her pussy tightens around me as she comes again.
That does it. I can’t hold back any longer and I let myself go and climax with her.
Pleasure assaults me, spreading from my cock and balls up into my stomach and pulsing there.
It goes on for longer than any orgasm I have ever had, longer than I actually thought was possible.
I spurt into Molly more than once as her pussy keeps contracting around me, and then I’m done, and I slip out of her and roll over to lay beside her. Both of us pant for air, our bodies spent.
When I feel like I have myself back under control, I turn towards Molly.
I don’t know what to say but I feel like I should say something, maybe something so clever it could make her come home with me.
I’m saved from having to come up with something because Molly is already asleep, her hair fanned out across the pillow.
I smile as I watch her sleep for a moment.
She looks so pretty, and she has a vulnerability around her that she keeps well-hidden when she’s awake.
I move closer to her and roll onto my side facing her.
I put my arm across her stomach, and she mumbles something and puts her hand on my arm and then she falls silent again.
I close my eyes, and it isn’t long before I too fall asleep.