Chapter 10
I’m a man with a one-track mind right now.
Since we aren’t staying at this hotel, and since I need this woman like I need my next breath . . . I hunt.
With her hand in mine, I walk purposefully through the arcade, scanning, searching. Maybe there’s a bathroom nearby. Or a quiet nook. Possibly a photo booth. I’ve always thought those are underrated hidden gems perfect for a little public action. And you’d get a souvenir photo strip too.
Then I spot a black velvet curtain near the exit of the arcade that gives me an idea. You never know what lurks behind a curtain.
Possibly, enough privacy.
I lift it, and—luck be a curtain tonight—there’s some kind of storage area behind it. It’s filled with out-of-commission arcade games and pinball machines.
I let the heavy material fall behind us. “You’re not wrong,” I say, and I kiss her again. The vodka tonic is fainter now on her lips, but the aftertaste is there, reminding me that her boldness is fueled by Bacardi and Belvedere.
But that’s okay. If it weren’t for the liquid courage, I wouldn’t be here, either, lifting my sexy-as-fuck assistant onto a broken Metallica pinball machine.
Her hands are up my shirt in seconds. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Yeah?” I ask, inviting more, because her words are the biggest fucking turn-on of my life.
Her fingers play with the grooves in my abs. I shudder as she touches me.
“Sometimes when you come into the office, I check you out,” she says in a low, sexy voice.
“Like my hair?” I joke. “You check out my hair, you mean?”
She moves in close and bites my jaw. “Your dick, Wyatt.”
My skin sizzles as I spread her legs. “You pervert.”
“I look at your arms and your waist, then I can’t help myself. I check out your dick. Do you know you get hard at work?”
I laugh loudly. “Gee, I wonder why? Could it be the scenery? Maybe the stone-cold fox at the front desk?”
She chuckles, too. “I knew you were looking at me like you wanted to fuck me. I looked at you the same way, and all I could think was how . . . well hung you are.” She wiggles her eyebrows then laughs louder. “That sounds so seventies porn, doesn’t it?”
“Didn’t you know I used to star in seventies style porn?”
She drags her index finger over my top lip. “Did you have a ’stache?”
I nod. “A proper porn ’stache. I wore super-tight jeans that flared at the bottoms. Especially when I played the pool guy or the pizza delivery man.”
She hums her approval. “Maybe you can bring your VHS collection over some night, and we’ll catch up on your greatest hits. Did they call you Well Hung?”
“Not only did they call me Well Hung, I had a whole series under that name.” I drop my voice to an admonishing whisper. “But honestly, Natalie, don’t you know? They were all Beta tapes. Make sure you have a Betamax machine for our movie and popcorn bow-chicka-wow-wow night.”
I tug her to the edge of the pinball machine and bring her hands to the waistband of my jeans. Now I’m serious. No more joking. “That’s what you were doing all those times? Wondering how it would feel to wrap your hands around my cock?”
She nods, her eyes shining with desire. “Sometimes I’d go home and just think about what it would be like to unbutton your jeans, slide my hands into your boxers, and feel you in my hand.”
Jesus Christ. Wildfire sparks in my veins, spreads through my blood and just fucking ignites me with more desire than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Then find out,” I say, dragging her hands along the button, popping it open, and guiding her fingers down the zipper. “Do it. Touch my dick.”
Her eyes are hungry, as if she’s about to have her biggest fantasy come true. Same for me. I’m about to fuck my Natalie.
I push my briefs down, and when my cock springs free, Natalie’s eyes widen. Her mouth falls open. “I was right,” she whispers, and then opens her legs wider as she wraps a soft hand around my cock.
I hiss from the delicious fire of her touch.
She rubs me up and down, her hand sliding along the long, hard, thick length of me.
I nudge her legs wider as she plays. The look in her eyes is good enough to photograph.
I want to remember it for a long time. Her irises are hazy with lust, and she gazes at my cock as she strokes.
She touches me like she’s measuring it, weighing my dick in her hand, and I know she’s satisfied.
Maybe that sounds cocky, but I don’t mean it that way.
If she’s pleased, it’s because we’ve just admitted that we want each other with the same wild abandon, that we’ve both been longing for the other in the same dirty way.
And that’s what’s so goddamn rewarding about finally touching the person you crave—it’s in knowing you’re both in the game, equal stakes.
She squeezes my dick hard, then rubs higher, running her fingertip over the head. I stretch my neck back, and a rumble works its way up my chest. “Fuck, Natalie. I need to be inside you. And I need it right the fuck now.”
She opens the wrapper and hands the condom to me, and ten seconds later, I’m gloved up and ready for business. I scoot her an inch or two closer, position my cock at her entrance, and then push in. My brain shuts down the second my dick comes in contact with her hot, wet center. I’m only feeling.
It’s a catalogue of spine-crackling sensations.
The hot tightness. The slick wetness of her arousal that makes it so goddamn easy to slide into her.
The snug fit of my dick in her pussy. How it feels like my entire body is plugged in, like I’m amped up and supercharged, because this is how a first time with someone should be.
Absolutely mind-blowing.
When we lock eyes, the pleasure moves up another level to out-of-this-world. It’s so fucking intense, the way we look at each other, the connection that crackles between us.
“You are . . .” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.
“So are you . . .”
My skin sizzles from head to toe. The hair on my arms stands on end.
Fuck, my nipples are hard, too. I’m aroused everywhere.
She wraps her legs around my ass, hooking her ankles together, pulling me deeper.
I fill her completely, my shaft coated in her all the way to the base, and I don’t think my dick has ever been in a happier place.
Her arms loop around my neck, and I hold her hips tight. Like that, I fuck her.
It’s not a slow, lingering session of lovemaking. It’s a hard and hurried screw. We could get caught. We could be arrested. We could be seen. Urgency fills the air.
One second, I’m deep in her. The next, I pull back. Then I thrust into her again, and her moans and her groans tell me she likes this rhythm. She likes the race. She likes the thrill. And as she lifts her hips to draw me back into her, she just likes the way we fit.
God, so do I. I wish I could break this down into the details, say it’s the way I punch my hips, or how she grinds her sweet little pussy against my cock. But nope. It’s out-of-this-world good because I want her so badly, and now I have her. And it’s better than I dreamed it would be.
“Feels so good,” I say.
“Feels amazing.”
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“You’re so fucking hard.”
I laugh lightly as I thrust. “Guess we got the basics down.”
She laughs, too, and, impossibly, that turns me on more, how easy the talking still is. How messing around hasn’t changed a thing between us. We’re still the same people.
“Think you can come again?” I don’t want to be presumptuous. Maybe she’s a one-and-done.
“God, I hope so,” she says in a broken pant. “Think you can get me there?”
I love a good challenge. “I know so,” I answer, then slide my thumb between us, rubbing her sweet clit as I stroke in and out.
“Oh God,” she gasps. She drops her hands to my waist and slides her fingers up my back, under my T-shirt. “Yes, yes, yes,” she says in my ear, urging me on.
I fuck, and I rub, and I focus on her. She is the center of my world.
A bead of sweat falls down my forehead. She raises her face, brushes her lips over my eyebrow, and kisses it off.
That gesture sends an electric charge through me.
She moans, and I’m so worked up that I know I’ll be coming soon, and it will be epic.
A jolt of pleasure rockets down my spine, then ripples across all my bones.
“Need to get you there,” I moan, rubbing her clit, feeling her slickness on my thumb and all the fuck over my cock.
“So close, Wyatt. I’m so close. Keep doing that. Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse, as if she’s been screaming at a rock concert or on a rollercoaster.
And I realize that’s what we are tonight. We fuck like a rock song. We screw like a wild ride that twists and turns. We are edge-of-the-seat lovers.
I jab into her with fast and powerful thrusts.
“Like that,” she moans, as my thumb rubs furious circles on her clit and my cock gets to know the inside of her even better, reaching her G-spot.
She drags her nails down my back. Holy shit. She’s digging in. She’s scratching me. I can barely control how much I want to let go.
But she goes first, and she just detonates. She explodes with a bang, writhing and wriggling and falling apart with a loud “oh God, oh God, oh God.” She drops her face onto my shoulder, muffling her moans.
But I can hear her—her sexy murmurs, her relentless cries of pleasure, and her groans of my name, again and again.
Like the chorus to that rock song.
It’s just an oh god, over and over and over, but it’s more than enough for me to blast off, too.
My balls tighten, my neck goes tense, and I groan.
I’m louder than I want to be, but I can’t control the rumble that falls from my lips.
“Gonna come,” I warn, and those words turn into grunts and curses as I drive deep one last time, coming hard inside her on a pinball machine somewhere in the storage room at an arcade in a Vegas hotel.
I pant and breathe out hard. She loops her arms around my neck. The after-effects of epic pleasure hum in my bones. Damn, this is a fucking awesome night. And it’s only just begun.
“You’re a loud one,” she says, smiling at me.
I shrug. “Loud is good.”
She nods. “It is.” She sighs contentedly and plays with the ends of my hair. “We’re good together,” she says softly, and her words take root deep inside me. They feel right. They feel true.
“Yeah, we are,” I whisper. “And there’s more where that came from tonight.”
“Well, I certainly hope so,” she says, then her lips curve up. “What’s next on the agenda of Wyatt and Natalie’s Excellent Adventure in Vegas?”
I stroke my chin, thinking. Then it comes to me. “I’ve got just the thing to show you.”