One More Night (Seductive Nights #3)(17)
Author: Lauren Blakely

“I can always handle it,” she said, guiding him to her lips. He grabbed the headboard as he straddled her face. His eyes floated shut the second her lips wrapped around him, tremors slamming into his body as her warm mouth gave him some temporary relief from all this wanting.

She took him all the way in, her tongue lapping him up, her mouth turning him on even more.

“You mouth should be illegal, it’s so f**king good,” he growled as he thrust into her throat.

A few more pumps, and then her hands were on his hips and she pushed him off. “Now give me what I want,” she said, eyeing her br**sts.

She pushed them together, and they looked even bigger, rounder, and more inviting as she created the perfect warm cave. He slid his c**k between the soft flesh and began pumping.

“You’ve been wanting this all day?” he asked as the head of his dick hit her lips, and her tongue darted out, flicking the tip.

“Yes,” she said as he continued moving on her.

“Why?”

“Because I want you every way, Clay. Because I love when you need to f**k me in different ways. And because right now, all I want is for you to get off.”

His shoulders shuddered as he thrust, the lingering wetness from her tongue and the smooth, tight friction from her br**sts caressing his hard-on. She was f**king perfect with the appetite to match his, and the desire to please too.

“God, you take good care of me, but I want you to come too.”

“I know you do. But right now I want a gift like the one you gave me this morning. I want a different kind of pearl necklace. I want you all over me,” she said, those lusty eyes of hers making it clear how badly she needed this. That was all it took. If she wanted this, he’d give it to her. Hell, he needed it. He needed the release. So he f**ked her br**sts relentlessly, and she swirled her tongue against the head of his c**k with each thrust, until soon an unyielding climax began in the base of his spine, then traveled through his body.

“Come on me,” she whispered, urging him on. “Come all over me.”

So he did, marking her the way she wanted, and she lapped up what she could then spread the rest over her br**sts, like a sexy, greedy, naughty woman who only had eyes for him.

And he for her.

He collapsed next to her, still panting hard.

“Be right back,” she said, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, she glanced at the time. “We need to go to your brother’s show. We don’t want to be late and it starts soon.”

“I know,” he said, flashing her a grin. “But come f**k my face. I can’t go to the show without eating you first.”

“Clay,” she chided, narrowing her eyes as she parked her hands on her hips. She was naked, but for her black heels that were truly f**k-me pumps.

“That’s not helping me not want you,” he said, making a circular motion as he gestured to her. “The whole full-naked look only makes me want you more.”

“You are insatiable.”

“So are you.”

“I know, but still, we need to go.”

“Then let me give you the two-minute treatment like you did to me in the car this morning,” he said, patting the bed. “Come grind that sweet pu**y on my face and let me feel you come on me.”

She rolled her eyes, but seconds later she was straddling him, spreading her legs over his face. Her hands gripped the headboard as she lowered herself. “Ride me,” he whispered hotly, the last words to come out of his mouth before his senses were assaulted by the decadent and delicious taste of her arousal flooding his tongue, his lips, his mouth. He licked her and kissed her, sucking hard with his mouth while flicking his tongue against her swollen clit. This wouldn’t take long at all. He could tell by her taste, by how wet she was, by the way she humped his face as he grabbed hold of her hips and helped her rock against him at a frantic pace. Her moans grew louder, higher, needier, and soon he felt her pu**y twitch, her thighs tighten, and her body shudder against him, the taste of her pleasure flowing over his tongue as he drank her in. Another soft kiss of her pu**y, his lips savoring all of her. A gentle press, brushing his mouth against her center. Then a barely-there, goodbye kiss. He’d be back here soon, though. Very, very soon.

Then he smacked her ass, shifted her off him, and said in a teasing tone, “Woman, you’re taking too long. We need to go.”

“You’re lucky I love you and let you talk to me that way,” she said, with a wink.

“I am lucky that you love me. I am the luckiest son-of-a-bitch.”

He didn’t need that tie. He had her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Friday, 10:08 p.m., Las Vegas

He watched her walk away in the club, zigzagging through the slew of half-drunk, mostly-wasted, and completely-trashed patrons at Brent’s club.

Finally, he lost sight of her long red locks as she turned the corner to the restrooms.

When he shifted his attention back to Brent, his brother was staring hard at him as if to say what gives.

“What?”

“What am I? Chopped liver?”

“Compared to her? More like chopped liverwurst,” Clay teased, then took a drink of his scotch. He was in the not-quite-drunk-but-most-definitely-half-buzzed category. Brent was steely-eyed sober, and had one more show tonight. He’d finished his eight p.m. set before a raucous crowd that had rewarded him with the one thing a comedian craves more than anything—uncontrollable laugher. A woman in the back of the club had laughed so loudly during his routine on how hard it is to shave your own balls that she’d snorted, then shouted that she planned to toss her panties on stage at the end of the show.

She’d been mostly drunk, and had wound up keeping her clothes on, but had indeed rushed the stage after, trying to give him her number. Now, the stage was clear and “Luck Be a Lady” by Frank Sinatra piped through the club’s sound system before Brent’s late-night set kicked off soon.

“Maybe I won’t relinquish that ring to you then.”

Clay clapped him on the back. Hard. “Yeah. I’m not even going to acknowledge you said that.”

“But yet you just did.”

“So, how’s the ring?”

Brent clasped his fingers together and fluttered his eyelashes, somehow managing to rearrange his features to look like a simpering Disney cartoon character. “Oh, it’s just so, so pretty,” he said in an affected tone.

Clay rolled his eyes. “Seriously. We’re all set for tomorrow, night?”