King of Deception (Lords of Las Vegas Book 6)
King of Deception: Chapter 2

Fortunately for me, Gris doesn’t stop. He tips forward the slightest bit and plants a kiss right on my sensitive clit, still covered in my thong as another moan falls from my lips.

His tongue slides over the fabric and I hold onto his hair the way a cowgirl might hold the mane of a horse.

The strands are still damp from his shower, his cologne and natural woodsy scent filling my nostrils as I try to keep from whimpering out my begging pleas.

Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, he places another kiss right where I need it most and then sucks on my clit.

It’s like liquid fire shoots through me.

I had no idea that one man could turn me into this. Melt all my inhibitions in a matter of seconds, but here I am.

The ache pulses through me and I flex my hips to give him even more access. I don’t want him to stop.

But he’s done asking me what I want as he stands.

I cry out my protest anyway, even as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up off the floor.

I’ve never been naked in a man’s arms like this before and it’s amazing, the warm roughness of his skin against mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he buries his other hand in my hair, cradling my head, as he tips my face down so that he can kiss my lips.

Using his mouth, he guides my lips apart, his tongue plunging into mine.

It’s hot and sexy as our tongues tangle. I’m not so naïve that I’ve never kissed a man before. But I have never been kissed like this. I can feel the heat between my legs spiraling out of control just from the press of our bodies and his kiss.

I don’t even notice he’s carried me across the room until he lowers me to the bed. If I thought his skin felt good when we were standing, when his weight comes down on top of me, I let out this long breathy moan.

He’s turned me into the most wanton woman…

But he’s kissing down my body again, and this time, when he gets to my belly, he fists either side of my thong, pulling it down over my hips.

I have one moment where I know he’s going to see what no man has before, but I can barely think about it, before his lips come down over my clit and he sucks it into his mouth. Without the cloth, it feels even better, though it’s sensitive enough that I bite at my lip, a little bit of pain mixing with the pleasure.

But he isn’t done. He wraps his fingers under my knee, opening me wider to him before his hand slides up my thigh, and then he uses his fingers to spread my lips open.

The way he’s touching me, confident, in command, it just makes me hotter as I chase his tongue with my hips.

And then he slides a finger inside me. I feel myself tighten around him. Grip him. But he feels so good inside me, my back arches, my hair sliding on the bed as I thrash back and forth, whimpering

He eases back, and I push up to look at him, about to beg for his touch. The look in his eyes makes my breath catch. It’s so possessive it’s almost predatorial.

“You like that, luv?”

“Please,” I plead, my fingers sliding into his hair again, tightening my grip on the strands. “Please don’t stop.”

He looks me at me for one more second, and I swear, he’s like a lion about to devour his prey before he dives back in, licking me exactly where I need it.

I feel the pleasure knotting so tightly that my back arches again, my toes curling, one fist clenching in the sheets, the other in his hair.

And then I break apart, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces as I cry out his name.

He slows his tongue but doesn’t stop, his finger still buried inside me. My chest is heaving and I’m not sure I can see straight, but I can still feel as he starts kissing a path back up my body.

He doesn’t remove his finger from inside me, though, his palm cupping my sex.

“In this arrangement of ours…” he growls out, his smooth accent making my inside walls clench around him again. “Do you return the favor?”

I lick my lips, drawing in a deep breath. Do I want to taste him? Feel him? “Yes.”

I hear his rumble of approval a moment before my body is turning. He both pulls me on my side and spins me so I’m lined up with my mouth pointed toward his hips where he kneels in a crouch.

All while never taking his finger out of me.

The man has skills.

If I was ever going to do this… have one night of wild passion, I picked the right guy. It’s so easy, I barely have to think.

With his free hand, he gives the towel a quick jerk and suddenly his cock is there in front of me.

My lips part as my eyes grow wide. Maybe I should have inspected the goods before I committed to the blowjob. I’m at the beginner level and even I know he is not beginner-sized.

He must sense my hesitation. With one hand still cupping between my legs, his finger inside me, he wraps a hand around the back of my head, his fingers gliding through my curtain of hair.

Slowly, he pulls me closer, and I lick my lips before I part them, letting the tip slide into my mouth.

My tongue darts out and I taste the smallest pearl of salty liquid. I’ve heard girls say it’s gross, but I replace it… kind of amazing.

I don’t think delicious is the right word, but for some reason, I want more. It’s just like him. Strong. Masculine. I sink my lips further down him, tentatively exploring.

“You ever done this before, Bella?”

I wince, knowing that he can tell. But he doesn’t look upset as he pushes deeper into my mouth.

If anything, the cords of his neck stand out as he fists my hair tighter. I like that too. I think I would let this man do all manners of dirty and depraved things to me and that thought makes me sink even further, my lips wrapped around him until he hits the back of my throat.

And then, I don’t know why, I hold. I like him filling me. I swear, I want to let him fill other places, not just my mouth.

We’ve barely started and he groans his approval, his head falling back, before he pulls my hair to slide his cock back out of my mouth. I come off with a pop, a little drool connecting my lip to the tip.

“Just like that,” he grunts, pushing back into my mouth. “You’re a natural.”

Is he just saying that? I forget to worry as he hits the back of my throat again. “Hollow out your cheeks.”

Is it weird that he’s teaching me to do this? Give a blowjob?

But I do as he commands, letting him guide me with his hand at the base of my skull.

His left hand is flexing against my scalp, his right still cupping my sex, his finger inside me. I can feel his body tightening, his cock lengthening and thickening in my mouth.

I swear, it’s making me hotter, and my body is rising to meet his. My hips start rocking against his hand as I tighten around his finger.

“Fuck, Bella,” he growls, pumping in and out of me. “You’re so tight.”

I sink even further down on him, tears starting to stream from my eyes as I he fills my mouth with his cock.

It’s like I can’t get enough. I think I’m trying to take as much of him as possible while I have this chance. Or maybe it’s because I know I’ll never see him again.

I know what this is, Gris is not my Prince Charming. Just like I know what waits for me back home. But in this moment, I want as much of him as I can get.

I feel the current of energy that runs through him, I know he’s close. I’m getting close too, my body beginning to shake as my second orgasm grows and swells.

I close my eyes, sliding up and down his thick shaft until he explodes in my mouth. I swallow him down, too far gone to even care, as my own body erupts in another orgasm.

I can’t even cry out, but my eyes roll back, my body shuddering.

He pulls out of my mouth, his lips crashing down over mine, the kiss a sloppy mess. The orgasm was amazing. The kiss nearly as good.

I have no idea how men usually act after they cum, but I think it might be a good sign that I did all right since his tongue is in my mouth, his hand still wrapped between my legs, his finger inside me.

“Arabella,” he rasps low and deep.

I look up at him, my brow furrowing. Something isn’t right.

But he kisses me again, his finger slowly withdrawing from inside my body.

And then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me up the bed and settling me into the cradle of his arms under the covers.

I sigh, snuggling deep into his embrace.

I have no idea how one-night stands usually go. Is snuggling generally part of the equation?

Part of me thinks I should offer to leave. Slink off to my room with some part of my dignity. But part of me is ridiculously comfortable.

His muscular body has wrapped mine in a cocoon of warmth and security.

“That was amazing,” I sigh out, my eyes closing.

“It was,” he chuckles against my ear, kissing the sensitive spot on my neck. “You were.”

I grin, already in that place between wakefulness and sleep. “I’m pretty sure if one of us was the catalyst of the quality, that was you.”

He chuckles low and soft. “Sleep, luv. You must be exhausted.”

I do. I fall asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

But I wake a little while later, my sleep-addled mind aware that I’m alone in the bed.

The bathroom light is still on. I lift up searching the room for Gris, but I can’t replace him. I lay my head back down, closing my eyes. Just as I drift off, I hear Gris’s lilting voice say two words…

“It’s done.”