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  I pulled her body flush with mine, my hands gripped her perfect ass and I ground my cock into her. I slid one hand down to the bottom of her dress, then inched my way underneath. The heat coming from between her thighs was enough to let me know she was ready to go, but I still wanted to feel her slippery wetness on my fingers. She moaned just as I reached the apex of her thighs and brushed against her pussy lips, lips that were completely bare. I could feel my cock rapidly getting hard.

  “Want to get out of here?” I asked withdrawing my hand and licking my fingers. She was sweet and tangy all at once.

  “Yes,” she blinked at me breathlessly.

  I quickly closed out my tab and took her by the hand, steering her back to where I had last seen Ford. He was chatting it up with a cute girl who had dark brown almond shaped eyes and hot pink hair; not my type by any means, but hey, who was I to judge? It looked like they had both just gotten fresh drinks.

  “I’m going to head back to the hotel,” I told him.

  “Ok, I’m going to stick around a little while longer, we just got our drinks,” he gestured to his glass.

  “Ok, see ya in the morning,” I smiled over Kaya’s shoulder.

  “Yep, see ya,” he smirked.

  Chapter 3

  Ford

  We weaved our way through the sea of bodies toward the main bar. Just as we approached it, Jax pointed and made a comment about a blonde at the far end of the bar. He excused himself and headed in her direction. I shook my head and watched as he zigzagged his way through the bar to the pretty blonde with killer curves. Not trying to sound cocky here, but between the two of us, we could probably have just about any girl in here that we wanted. I’m not into dudes, but I knew we were both blessed with extremely good looks, had amazing builds and were both successful. I mean, what more could a girl want?

  I ordered myself another rum and water, which I quickly downed and then ordered a second. I turned to look around the club, to see if anyone caught my eye. I could definitely use the distraction. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ella. This was getting ridiculous. Why couldn’t I get her off my mind?

  She had always been beautiful. She had huge amber eyes, framed with thick, dark lashes that just drew you in. Her lips were full, but not overly so. Her bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top though, perfect for sucking on. I could close my eyes and conjure her up from memory alone. She had olive skin but it was accompanied by a smattering of freckles across her nose. Her long dark curly hair always had that just fucked appearance. It was wild and unruly, and I absolutely loved it. And her small athletic body was something that had always made my mouth water. She was small, probably 5’2”, and other than when she was working out, she always wore heels, the kind that made her calves look even more defined and lifted her firm ass even higher. Her tits were biggish, a D cup if memory serves from all the times I bought her lingerie, and they fit perfectly in my large hands. And she had a tribal tattoo on her lower back that accented the dimples that resided there.

  My daydream was suddenly interrupted when I felt a tap on my arm. I’m not sure how much time had elapsed while I was daydreaming; enough that I needed another drink though. I looked up to find a pretty girl with dark brown almond shaped eyes and straight hot pink hair standing next to me. I gave her a quick, unnoticeable once over. She was medium height, I’d guess about 5’4” without her two-inch heels, and had a slight figure. Slim, with small breasts encased in a white bustier to make them appear larger, she wore dark skinny jeans to show off her thin legs and round butt.

  “Hi, are you here alone?” she asked.

  “I’m here with my very distracted friend, Jax,” I smiled, glancing in his direction. “I’m Ford.”

  “I’m Poppy. I’m here with my friends, but they all wanted to dance and even now, a few drinks in, I’m still not quite feeling it. You look like you could use a little company, Ford.”

  “I guess I could, Poppy. That’s a very unique name. Is it your real name or a nickname?”

  “It’s my real name. They’re my mother’s favorite flowers. Guess she thought by naming me Poppy she’d be able to feel like she always had a flower to brighten her day whenever I was around, at least that’s what she says. Cheesy, I know.” She smiled rolling her eyes at the thought. “Are you from around here?”

  “No. I’m a pilot, so I’m just here on an overnight. Came out to kill some ground time. Are you from here, Poppy?” I couldn’t seem to get her name out without smiling. I’m not sure why it seemed so strange to me, but it did make me smile and get my mind off of… and I’m back to thinking about Ella again. Refocus. What was she saying?

  “…so, I’ve lived here for about two years now. It’s cool though and I’m glad I made the move.” I smiled and nodded, pretending I had heard the beginning of what she had said to me.

  I felt bad for zoning out so I offered to buy her a drink. God knew I needed another one too. She gladly accepted.

  “Amaretto sour,” she smiled sweetly. I turned to the bartender to place our order and saw Jax dragging his girl off the dance floor and down a darkened hallway. I knew that look of determination. I smiled thinking to myself good for him. I needed to lock something down for myself soon too. Maybe it would do me some good to stop and smell the Poppy in front of me.

  The bartender served our drinks and as I was handing Poppy hers, Jax arrived by our side.

  “I’m going to head back to the hotel,” he stated.

  “Ok, I’m going to stick around a little while longer, we just got our drinks.”

  “Ok, see ya in the morning,” he smiled over the blonde’s shoulder.

  “Yep, see ya,” I couldn’t help but smirk. I made sure to school my features as I turned back to Poppy. I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. I wasn’t a user, per se, but I was potentially interested in using her to get my mind off of Ella.

  We finished our drinks and I could tell she was starting to loosen up.

  “Let’s do a shot!” she exclaimed.

  “Alright, what would you like?”

  “How about we start with a lemon drop?” She tilted her head.

  “Ok,” I leaned over to the bartender to place our new order. We downed them quickly once they were served.

  “Let’s do another! Have you ever had a chocolate cake shot?”

  I shook my head no and she continued, “Do you like chocolate?”

  “Sure, who doesn’t like chocolate?” I asked rhetorically.

  “Good, you’ll love it. I promise,” she made a cross you heart motion with her hand.

  “Ok.” I ordered the second round of shots. Like I said I’d never had a chocolate cake shot before so I was slightly surprised when the bartender set the shots down with the lemon wedged on the side of the glass.

  “You do the shot then, suck on the lemon, it’s coated with sugar. Trust me it tastes just like chocolate cake!”

  We raised our glasses and shot them back, sucking on the lemon post shot. It was surprisingly good and did taste just like chocolate cake. I licked the sugar off my lips.

  Then Poppy looked at me, leaned closer, dragged her finger down the front of my shirt and asked with a sly smile, “Have you ever heard of hot anal sex?”

  “Uh, sure,” I choked out; shocked that she blurted something like that out.

  She must’ve seen the confusion on my face because then she started laughing and supplied, “It’s another shot! It has chocolate liqueur, hazelnut liqueur and cranberry juice. It’s really good and one of my favorites. And the name alone always turns heads when it’s ordered.”

  “I’m sure it does,” I shook my head. “I’ll let you do the honors of ordering this one,” I chuckled.

  Man, talk about innuendo! It seemed as though she was trying to not so subtly tell me something. Maybe I’d be getting more than I thought tonight.

  The shots came and I paid. She was definitely right, when the bartender announced our two hot anal sexes were ready a bunch of heads turned in ou
r direction.

  “Cheers!” she stated with a smile, clinking her shot glass to mine.

  “Cheers!” The shots were surprisingly good. Definitely a girly kind of shot, but hey, whatever, I was comfortable enough in my manhood to drink a girly drink.

  “So, um, d-do you wanna get out of here?” she asked licking her lips and stumbling over her words.

  “Sure,” I replied. “Where would you like to go?”

  “Is your hotel close by?” she asked brazenly, I guess the last shot was like liquid courage for her.

  “It’s about a ten-minute cab ride. You sure you wanna come back to my room?” My gaze turned quizzical.

  I was trying to figure out how tipsy she might be. I definitely wasn’t going to take advantage of a drunk girl. I wasn’t that hard up.

  She boldly reached up and laced her fingers through my hair. I looked down into those dark brown eyes and saw clarity mixed with desire. She was good to go. She had a small mouth and suddenly I had visions of my cock sliding through those pretty little lips. I firmly grasped her hand and led her towards the club doors.

  “Do you need to tell your friends you’re leaving?” I asked glancing towards the dance floor.

  “I’ll text them from the cab,” she replied.

  Chapter 4

  Jax

  Kaya and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other during the ride to my hotel. As soon as I told the driver which hotel we were headed, Kaya straddled my lap in the back seat, making her skirt ride high on her thighs, and started kissing me like crazy.

  She reached down and stroked my hard cock through my jeans and guided my hand to her now spread open soaking wet pussy with her other hand. She didn’t even care if the cabbie watched as we practically got it on in the cab. This chick was a freak, and I was loving it!

  She was so wet. I slid my fingers up and down the outside of her slit, rubbing her with just enough pressure to give her pleasure, but not a release. She groaned loudly into my mouth as I pushed a finger inside her tight, hot, slippery cunt. I started to finger fuck her adding another finger inside and then added pressure to her clit with my palm. Just as she got close, the car began to slow to a stop.

  “That’ll be $20,” the driver said with a straight face, hardly glancing over his shoulder. He probably sees this type of stuff all the time. I mean we are in Vegas after all. I gave him $25 and told him thanks.

  Kaya slid off my lap as we came to a stop and adjusted her clothing as we climbed out. I grabbed her hand and led her into the hotel. The concierge smiled knowingly at me as we walked past her. I had to remember to tip her for her club suggestion tomorrow. We took the elevator to the 15th floor and I led the way to my room. The airline always put us up in pretty decent places, so the beds were almost always nice, and I didn’t have to pay a dime for it. One of the many perks of being a pilot.

  Once the door was opened, and I pulled her inside, our hands groped franticly. I pushed her up against the wall again and touched her everywhere I could reach, my hands sliding to the bottom of her dress and pushing it up. Our mouths fused together. Tongues clashing. Teeth nipping. She pulled back; sucking in some much-needed air and slowly backed into the room.

  “Let’s finish what we started in that cab, shall we, Jax?” she reached for the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up over her curves.

  “Leave on your shoes,” I commanded as she started to toe them off. I stood back and watched her debating on whether to follow my order or not for a few seconds. Her body was beautiful and I couldn’t wait to touch and taste her again, but I liked the buildup and knew it would make everything that much better in the end. She yielded to my command and kept her heels on.

  I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, then I started unbuttoning my shirt. As I pulled it from my shoulders, I could tell she was fascinated with what she saw. I worked hard for these muscles and this six-pack. It was nice to see them appreciated.

  Next I reached for my belt buckle, unclasped it and pulled it off. Her eyes stayed glued to my hands the whole time. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. The jeans came off next, and since I always go commando I was naked and ready to go. Her eyes got even bigger as they focused on my cock, impressed by its length and size.

  I stalked towards her, watching her back up as I advanced until she was up against the side of the bed. She reached out and trailed her fingers over my abs and below to my cock.

  I tossed the condom on the nightstand and pushed her back onto the bed. She went willingly. Once I had her on her back, I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide open, holding her heels in my hands. She watched me with those light blue eyes. I hooked her heels onto the side of the bed frame, slid my hands up her thighs, parted her lips with my thumbs and stared at her bare cunt. It was pink and swollen from being so aroused, and wet, oh so wet.

  I dropped to my knees and kissed my way up from her heels to her wetness, building her anticipation even more, then switched and did the same up the other leg. She was panting, her hips thrusting, her pussy seeking the release that I was withholding. I watched as I pushed first one, then a second, and finally a third of my long fingers inside of her. It always amazed me how a pussy would open up to whatever size it needed to accommodate. I took my free hand and stroked her clit with it.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Knowing the answer simply from the way her body was responding.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her hands were squeezing her tits. Her moans intensified as her pussy started clenching my fingers and I knew she was close. I stopped touching her clit with my hand and started sucking on it instead, as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

  “Do you want me to make you cum with my hands and mouth or with my cock?” I murmured against her sensitive flesh.

  She didn’t answer and just continued to moan and grind on my face. I pulled back slightly, my hand the only thing still touching her. “I need you to tell me what you want, Kaya. How do you want to cum?”

  “Like this,” she gasped.

  “I need you to be more explicit than that, baby. Tell me what you want,” I told her as I stopped everything that I was doing and looked her in the eye.

  She closed her eyes deciding if once again she wanted to yield to my orders, but her need to cum was far greater than being embarrassed about saying a couple of dirty words. Her eyes opened and the words I wanted to hear tumbled from her mouth, “I want you to finger fuck my pussy and suck on my clit until I cum.”

  I felt my cock spring up at the words she so desperately fought to say.

  “Good girl, now you’ll get your reward,” I said with my mouth once more pressed against her slit. I sucked on her clit and swirled it with my tongue. Then I took both of my thumbs and pushed them inside of her. I took turns sliding them in and out and when I sensed she was right about to cum, I pulled my thumbs out to the sides stretching her open even more, wiggling one back and forth over her g-spot.

  She came with a long series of gasps and moans, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck yeah! Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee… Oh my God!”

  I’d never get tired of that sound. I loved getting off myself, but I wasn’t a selfish lover and there was something primal about getting a woman off that made it that much better.

  I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the condom, putting it on. Kaya was still coming down from her orgasm when I shoved deep inside her tight little cunt. Even though I had thoroughly warmed her up, she was still a snug fit. Her eyes flew open and she gasped again. I started thrusting, still standing on the side of the bed. I had a great view of my cock sliding in and out from here. It was a sight I’d never get sick of seeing. She wrapped her legs around my ass. I could feel the points of her heels digging into the back of my thighs, but there was no pain. It only spurred me on.

  Watching was bringing me close to the brink though, so instead, I looked up at her face and reached for her nipple, which I started tweaking between my thumb and pointer finger.
Releasing her nipple, I grasped her breast and began kneading it and then leaned forward to suck her hardened tip. I knew the change in angle would help stimulate her clit again. Her hips were rocking and she was grinding on me like she hadn’t just cum a few moments before. I felt her muscles begin to contract and knew she was close again. If I timed it right, when she came, her orgasm would milk the cum right out of my cock.

  “You liked me looking at your pink, wet pussy earlier, didn’t you? The way my mouth was sucking your clit and my fingers worked your pussy over making you cum? You like this big cock fucking you bringing you another orgasm? I can tell how close you are. Your tight little hole keeps squeezing my cock. Tell me when you’re about to cum,” I whispered in her ear.

  That must’ve done it, because suddenly she was screaming “Now, now, now, I’m cumming now, Jax!”

  Sweet, sweet music to my ears. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her as deep as I could, over and over again, until I felt my spine tingle and my balls get tight seconds before my own release washed over me. “Ugh…” I moaned as I felt the cum spray out of my cock. I let the weight of my body rest on my elbows on either side of her head for a few seconds until my breathing normalized. I withdrew and tied off the condom, dropping it in the bathroom trash. I brought her back a warm washcloth to clean up with.

  She looked up at me suddenly all shy again, “Is it okay if I stay?”