A night in Vegas 2

We stumbled into the elevator, hands everywhere, lips crashing like we couldn’t breathe unless we were touching. The doors slid shut behind us, sealing us in our own private inferno.

I didn’t wait. I shoved him against the mirrored wall, my hands diving under his shirt, nails dragging over hard abs that felt sculpted for sin. He groaned—deep—like I’d knocked the air out of him.

“You started this,” I whispered, breath hot against his throat.

He cupped the back of my head and crushed his mouth to mine again. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming. Demanding. His hands dropped to my thighs, lifting me off the ground with ease. I wrapped my legs around him without hesitation.

“You taste like trouble,” he growled, kissing down my jaw, to that sensitive spot under my ear that made my knees want to give out—if they weren’t already locked around his waist.

“And you taste like regret waiting to happen,” I panted, grinding against him shamelessly.

The elevator dinged and we both froze—only for a second—then erupted into laughter. Wild. Breathless. Drunk on lust and each other.

“This your floor?” I asked.

“No,” he muttered, biting my shoulder lightly. “Yours.”

He carried me down the hall, one hand under my thighs, the other fumbling for my keycard. I laughed into his neck as he nearly dropped it twice.

“Damn card—”

“Give it,” I snatched it from his hand, still wrapped around him. The door clicked open, and he pushed it wide with his foot, stepping inside.

As soon as we were in, he slammed it shut behind us and pressed me up against it, stealing my breath with another fierce kiss.

“I want you so bad it’s making me crazy,” he rasped.

I tugged my dress up over my head in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere behind me. No bra. Just flushed skin, hard nipples, and the unmistakable sound of him losing control.

“Pearl—fuck.”

His eyes devoured me like I was art. Untouchable. But he touched anyway. His hands roamed every inch of me, rough palms on soft curves, fingertips brushing down my stomach until they slid beneath my panties.

I gasped when he touched me—slick and ready.

“You’re soaked.”

“You’ve been grinding that into me all night,” I shot back breathlessly. “What did you expect?”

He dropped to his knees, hands yanking my panties down. “To taste you.”

And he did. Right there, against the hotel door, Luke buried his face between my thighs like a man starved. His tongue flicked and circled, his fingers digging into my thighs as I bucked and cried out, hips rolling against his mouth.

My head hit the door with a thud, hands buried in his hair. I was shaking—already on the edge and barely holding on.

“Oh my God, Luke—”

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. His lips glistened. “Come on my tongue, Pearl. I need it.”

I shattered.

With a cry, I came hard, clutching him as wave after wave ripped through me. He didn’t stop until I was squirming, whining from oversensitivity.

He stood slowly, dragging his mouth back up my body like a path of worship, lips finding mine again.

“You taste like sin,” I whispered.

“Then let’s keep sinning.”

He carried me to the bed and laid me down gently, but his eyes were feral. His shirt came off, followed by his belt and jeans, leaving him gloriously hard and aching.

I reached for him, wrapping a hand around his cock, watching his jaw tighten as I stroked him once, then twice.

“Please,” I whispered. “Fuck me like we’re not making it to morning.”

And Luke did.

With a growl, he pinned me to the mattress, thrusting inside with a roughness that knocked the breath from my lungs.

We moved together like lightning and thunder—desperate, frenzied, raw. No foreplay, no hesitation, just pure, urgent need. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust, moans echoing off the hotel room like a song made only for us.

His hand slipped between us, rubbing tight circles on my clit, and I felt myself spiraling again.

“I’m gonna—”

“Let go, baby,” he groaned against my neck. “Give it to me.”

And I did.

I came with a scream, back arching, body clenching around him. He cursed and followed right after, spilling into me with a broken, strangled sound.

We collapsed into a tangle of limbs, sweat-soaked and breathless.

I rested my head on his chest, still catching my breath.

He stroked my hair, voice rough with satisfaction. “Well… that was the stupidest, hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I smiled against his skin. “We’re just getting started.”

I must’ve drifted for a minute. Maybe two. But I wasn’t really asleep.

Not with him still inside me. Not with his skin still slick against mine, his breath warm and steady beneath my cheek.

I lifted my head and looked at him—Luke, sprawled out beside me in the low glow of the hotel’s bedside lamp. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling, one arm lazily tossed over his forehead like he’d just survived a war.

Maybe he had.

Maybe I had too.

My body still trembled from the aftershocks, my thighs sticky and sore in the best way. I should’ve been satisfied.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

I ran my fingertips down the center of his chest, slow and teasing, tracing a path to the deep V of his hips. He stirred, eyelids fluttering open, a faint grin curving his lips.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured, voice all gravel and sin.

“Not my fault,” I said, dragging my fingers lower. “You woke up a part of me I didn’t even know existed.”

He caught my hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed my palm—soft, tender, almost reverent. That small gesture made something flutter deep inside my chest.

But I wasn’t looking for soft.

Not right now.

I straddled him slowly, deliberately, watching as his cock twitched back to life between us. He was hardening again, thick and ready—because of me. Because I wanted him again.

And this time… I wanted to be on top.

Luke groaned as I reached between us and lined him up. “Fuck, Pearl…”

I sank down onto him inch by inch, savoring the stretch, the fullness. He threw his head back with a hiss as I started to move—slow rolls of my hips, grinding down with each stroke until I was riding him like I owned every inch.

His hands flew to my waist, gripping me tight, but letting me set the pace.

I leaned forward, palms on his chest, my hair falling like a curtain around our faces. Our eyes locked. The smirk he wore earlier was gone. In its place was something darker. Something deeper.

Desire. Awe. Maybe even… fear.

As if I was breaking him apart and putting him back together with every roll of my hips.

“You feel…” he choked out. “God, Pearl. You feel too good.”

I leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth, then whispered against his lips, “Then don’t stop me.”

And he didn’t.

He let me ride him hard and slow, matching my rhythm with every thrust of his hips, the sound of our bodies slapping together louder now, wetter, filthier.

Each time I rolled my hips just right, I could feel him twitch inside me. His hands slid from my waist to my ass, squeezing, guiding, encouraging.

I dug my nails into his chest, loving the way he gasped.

“You like when I take control?” I teased, breathless.

His voice was raw. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

Challenge accepted.

I sat up straighter, grinding down with more force, moaning as the angle hit something deep and perfect. His hands flew to my thighs, eyes locked on my breasts bouncing with every motion.

“You’re going to make me come,” he warned.

“Good,” I whispered, tightening around him. “Come while I’m still on top of you. Come inside me.”

That was all it took.

He shouted my name as he came, gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d disappear. I didn’t stop riding him—slower now, riding him through the wave of his climax until his body went limp beneath mine.

I collapsed on his chest, both of us panting, dripping with sweat and pleasure.

For a long time, we just lay there.

Silent. Buzzing. Sated.

Until his voice broke through the haze.

“I was supposed to be in control tonight,” he said, half-laughing.

I nuzzled his neck, grinning. “Vegas has different rules.”

He chuckled, then rolled us over, pinning me beneath him again. “So… what happens in round three?”

I smiled wickedly, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I say we find out.”