Viva Las Vegas!

CHARLEE

“Okay, one...two...”

“Wait!” I hold my hand up.

The shot glass freezes against Drew’s lips. “What are we waiting for?”

I grab a lime wedge out of the nearby bowl and give him a cheeky smile. “I thought we’d make this more interesting.”

He raises his eyebrows. “How so?”

I prop the lime in between the swell of my breasts. “Okay, now you can go.”

He closes his eyes and mutters, “Fuck.”

I’m about to make some pervy comment but he springs into action before I have the chance. Drew presses his lips against the salted rim and swallows his shot of Patrón. Immediately after, he leans down and plucks the lime out of my cleavage, dripping juice down my chest as he bites into it.

He pulls the lime out of his mouth and sets it on a napkin. “Your turn.”

I double fist the shot glasses, downing one right after another. Drew presses the tart fruit against my lips, prompting me to suck. I may or may not put some lewd effort into the motion.

I pull away and gesture to my sticky skin. “Are you going to clean up your mess with the next one?”

Drew looks around the crowded bar. “Here?”

“Take the shot, Drew.”

He winks before tilting the glass back. I squeal as his meaty paws grab me off the barstool, placing me between his spread legs. I’m glad he’s holding onto me because as his tongue snakes out and licks a path from my cleavage to the nape of my neck, my knees buckle. Damn, he knows how to use that thing. I can’t wait to find out what it feels like a little further south.

“You wanna get out of here, Charlee?”

I nod furiously. “Hurry up and pay the tab.”

I can feel his smile against my skin. “Yes, ma’am.”

Drew digs two twenties out of his wallet and pins them beneath his glass. He grabs my hand and yanks me out of the bar, the crowd parting as his large body moves across the floor. I’m practically speed walking to keep up with his long strides as we weave through slot machines. He spots a service hallway and cages me in against the wall the second we get away from prying eyes. Drew’s lids grow heavy as I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, sucking it.

He leans down until his lips are a hairsbreadth away from mine. “I want to do that.” 

“So do it,” I whisper.

My eyes fall closed as he takes my bottom lip into his mouth. One of his hands is braced against my cheek while the other is toying with the strap of my dress. Drew’s index finger slips under the fabric as his tongue swipes against my lips, pleading for entry. I part my lips eagerly, chasing his tongue with my own. He tastes like tequila and lime and I can’t get enough. When I suck on his tongue, Drew’s groan reverberates throughout my entire body, causing me to shiver. I place my palm over his and lead him down to the hem of my dress. He pulls away from my mouth as I guide him under the fabric. We don’t say anything—we just look directly into each other’s eyes as his fingers climb higher and higher.

The dark hallway gives us a false sense of seclusion. Mere feet away, drunken laughter and the ding of slot machines rings through the air. Anyone could walk around the corner and see us, yet I couldn’t care less about public indecency at the moment. I thank God that I had the sense to take the booty shorts off earlier when Drew’s fingers easily reach the waistband of my panties.

My eyes roll back and my head smacks into the wall as his hand slides beneath the lace, through my hot flesh.

Drew stills when he finds my VCH piercing. “Damn, Charlee.”  He rubs his finger over the tiny barbell, making my toes curl when it presses into my love button. “This is so fucking hot.”

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“No chance in hell, honey,” he vows, right before sealing his lips against mine.

He eases a thick finger inside of me as we kiss, his tempo in almost perfect harmony with our tongues. I moan into his mouth as he adds another and presses the pad of his thumb against my slick flesh. He repeatedly runs circles over the jewelry, its cool titanium in direct contrast to his warm hand. I’m at the brink of climax in less than a minute.

“Drew...fuck...oh God!”

“C’mon, honey, give it to me.”

He nips and sucks along my neck as he continues working my lower body into a frenzy. As a scream bubbles up my throat, Drew slams his mouth over mine, swallowing the noise. He groans as I clench around his fingers, lessening the pressure from his thumb as I come down from the high. My whole body feels like jelly, so I just stand there for a minute, using the wall to remain upright.

He starts trailing light kisses over my neck again as he removes his fingers. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I moan when he bites my earlobe. “You’re fucking stunning when you come, Charlee.”

“Wow...that was...wow.”

He laughs and stands to his full height. His eyes never leave mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth. “Just as sweet as I imagined.”

I flush as he takes his time cleaning my arousal off his fingers. Something like that shouldn’t be so hot, right? But my lord...it’s so unbelievably erotic. When he kisses me again, I can faintly taste myself on his lips, and just like that, the lady wood is back. As badly as I want him though, I somehow manage to remember my earlier thought process. It’s pretty obvious by the massive bulge in his pants that Drew wants me, but he’s still holding something back. I need him to let go of the control he’s so hellbent on keeping.

“How do you feel about playing blackjack?”

He blinks several times, as if he’s having trouble digesting my words. “Blackjack?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “It’s my favorite card game. I think we should play for a while.”

“You want to play blackjack? Right now?”

“Sure,” I shrug, trying to maintain eye contact. His dick is practically punching through the zipper on his jeans and it’s really hard to ignore.

Like, really, really hard.

Drew shoves his hands into his pockets to discreetly adjust his boner. “Uh...yeah, sure. I guess. If that’s what you want to do.”

I playfully punch his bicep. Ouch, that thing is solid. “Great! Let’s go find a table!”

“Great.” His tone says that he thinks my diversion tactic is anything but great. “Lead the way, Charlee.”

I smile as I step onto the casino floor, feeling his eyes on my ass the entire time.