Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

Kim

I'm looking down at him too, my chest rising and falling with such rapid beats, all I can hear is my breath.

The top of my dress is down, my skirt is up. I look like a woman who is about to be ravaged. Or maybe, I just look like the girl I've spent my whole life trying not to be…easy.

But I banish the thought, focusing on the man instead and the way he's making me feel.

Leo's holding me by the hips, my dress about my waist. "You smell amazing," he murmurs a second before he tips forward, nosing my mound that's still covered in my drenched panties.

I'm so turned on that even the light brush of the tip of his nose makes me throw my head back, my hips arching into him. Did he say five minutes?

I don't think I'm even going to last one.

It's so much more than I ever imagined, and I can't get enough of him.

He flattens his tongue along my thong, licking up the cloth covering my seam.

My knees buckle as I let out a gasping sob. "So good."

He chuckles with his mouth still pressed to my sex so that I actually feel the vibration of his laugh moving through me.

It only makes me hotter.

"Don't you cum yet," Leo growls into my sex. "I want my full five."

I squeeze my eyes shut and open them, attempting to clear the haze of lust. I'm trying to think, trying to calm myself down. "I'll give you more than that if you just make me…" My head thrashes back and forth as I arch my hips closer to him.

He looks up at me again, his eyes so dark and intense they steal my breath. "You want to cum, gorgeous?"

"Yes," comes my keening cry as I bury my fingers in his hair. I try to pull him closer, but he resists, still looking up at me.

"Ask nicely."

I blink down at him, desperate for what he can give me. "W-what?"

"Say please, sweetheart, and I'll give you whatever you want…"

There is no room to be self-conscious here. "Please, Leo. Please. I need it." I tighten my fingers in the silky strands, my nails digging into his scalp, even as he lifts one of my knees and settles it in on his massive shoulder.

Then he slides his index finger into my panties, brushing the lips in a way that makes me moan and buck.

But he doesn't keep rubbing me, though. Instead, he yanks the thong to the side and flattens his tongue on my clit.

I'm cumming before he's even completed a single lick, my body wound so tight that a massive shudder rocks me as I do exactly what he'd said I do, I scream his name.

But the orgasm has hardly begun before he's surging up my body.

I let out a cry of protest, wanting to ride that wave longer. No orgasm has ever felt like that one and I'm desperate to eke out every last ounce of pleasure.

"One second, gorgeous, and I'm going to make you feel even better. Promise." He yanks at his own trousers, ripping them open and shoving then down his hips.

I watch transfixed. Even with his shirt still on and partially covering his dick, my mouth falls open. "Holy shit." I never swear. But I can't hold it in. He's so big, I'm staring at his erection with my eyes about to fall out of my head.

He's hooking my knee again, closing the distance between us as he places my leg around his waist. "Never seen a big dick before?"

"No," I answer honestly. "I haven't."

My words make him pause, the mushroom head pressed to my vagina. I've got to be honest, it feels good. So good.

He's got one arm around my back and the other hand cradles my skull, his fingers splaying up into my hair. My updo has got to be in tatters, half undone, but I can't bring myself to care. "You're good to do this?" he asks, not moving for a moment as he stares down at me, holding my gaze.

Am I good to feel even better? "I'm good."

It's all he needs to start pushing inside me. He feels so good but also…I wince a little and stiffen.

"Jesus, Kim, you're tight."

"Yeah. I…"

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No," I shake my head. "But I don't have much experience. I…" I don't want to talk about anyone but him. It feels wrong. So instead, I try to relax. "I know this whole night, us, has been super fast. But I just need a little slow for a minute."

He cradles me even closer as he stills his hips again, pushing into me in small increments that allow me to adjust.

I try to marry these two men in my mind, the super confident alpha and the man who asks permission, who delays his needs for mine, and who takes the time to make it good for me. But maybe a guy who is really confident is best able to care for my needs. I can't think on it now…

When he's almost all the way inside of me, he hits some spot that doesn't hurt at all. In fact, "Leo," I gasp, digging my nails into his neck. "Oh God, that…"

He tightens his hold on me, pressing even deeper and making me vibrate with need. Then he pulls out and pushes back in.

There is no pain this time and the pleasure starts much earlier in the thrust, the way he rubs my insides, making me so full, I can't even think a coherent thought as I hang onto to his muscled shoulders.

He picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of me moving faster and faster as my body matches his rhythm.

I may not have experience, but I do have a few assets. Namely, my stamina and my athleticism and I use them both now as I tighten my leg around his waist and use the grip on his torso to swing the other one up and around his waist too so that I'm completely off the ground and being supported by his hands and the circle of my legs.

It makes him sink even deeper into me, and I give a long keening moan at how good it feels to be that full.

He's grunting in my ear, as he nips at my lobe. "You feel so fucking good, Kim."

"So do you." My head tilts to the side to give him even more access to my neck. He bottoms out inside me again, the press of his pelvis as he buries himself deep, making my clit throb.

I know this is a one-time deal. I get it. Which is why I try to hold out. I want to feel this for as long as possible.

Because the way he's pounding me, I never want him to stop. "Leo." My voice is broken and breathy as I pull at his hair. "I'm trying not to cum, it's so good, I want it to last, but I can't…"

"Fuck, princess," he's growling in my ear. "Cum all over my cock. Soak me."

The words break the final band of control that I'd had and screaming his name, I do exactly what he told me to do. I cum like I've never cum before, the orgasm so powerful, stars appear behind my lids as my entire body spasms, every muscle joining in.

It's his cue, and with a roar, he joins me. He hammers in and out of me, pumping me full as he holds me tight.

I feel him slow even as he convulses with his orgasm, but his arms are still locked around me, supporting my weight.

Which is fine by me, I don't want to leave his arms yet. I didn't think about this part. The part where we have to disengage and then what…shake hands?

Say some awkward goodbye?

I have this weak moment where I want to ask…can we see each other again? But Leo Kincaid is a king of Vegas and I'm still just a wannabe dancer who grew up on this side of the poverty line.

This was a one-time thing and, if I've got one thing, it's pride. Besides, I'm leaving for New York, hopefully for good and he'll be in Vegas. There was never a future.

I must stiffen with my thoughts because he eases back. "That was…"

I nip at my lip, my insecurity making my throat tight. "Don't tell me it was average."

"It wasn't."

"Good," I whisper, with a shake of my head, my hair falling down my back. We're up against the wood of the natural siding and I'm going to guess it ruined my designer dress too. I wince as I think about what type of girl lets a man she barely knows do her on the side of a building, ruining her nice clothes and hair. "Because I've never experienced anything like it."

He leans in and captures my lips, giving me a long slow kiss that makes me soften again, makes the worries disappear. Is it weird to thank him for making this less awkward with a bit of tenderness?

Then again, it's clear that Leo is a man who knows what he's doing. That's why I did this with him in the first place.

"After New York, are you coming back to Vegas?"

I nod. "I have a class to finish up, a final to take so I can graduate this summer…" And then who knows. I certainly don't. But I've got my hopes.

"And after that?"

"With any luck, I'll be moving to New York."

"New York? That's far…"

I give a small nod. "That's the idea."

He gives me a long stare…one that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up again. "Is it? Leaving Vegas is the goal?"

"Being a ballet dancer is the goal."

His thumb is stroking over my cheek. "But you'll be in Vegas for a week? A month before you leave?"

I shake my head. "My last final is in two days. The moment it's done, I can leave for New York if the ballet wants me."

"Hmmm." I can hear some disapproval in his tone, and I cock my head, attempting to figure it out.

His hand slides over my butt, giving it a squeeze before he kisses me again. "But we were just getting to know each other." It's strange. My top is still down, my legs around his waist, but some odd fear has made my pulse hitch. His voice is laced with the danger I can always feel just under the surface with him.

"You don't mean that," I shake my head, untangling my arms and pulling as far back as I can with the wall behind me. "I know what this is."

"What is it?"

"A one-time thing. A wedding hook-up." I look at him but we're in the shadows and his eyes are dark and unreadable.

"Call me when you get back. Let me know how the audition goes?"

It wasn't what we agreed. I know that. Just like I know I'm one girl in a long line of them. But maybe this is his way of making goodbye easier? "Sure."

Slowly, we untangle and he's gentleman enough to straighten my gown pulling down the skirt of my dress and sliding my little spaghetti straps back up my arms. The last is done with a soft kiss that has me forgetting the weirdness before.

Then, he grabs my matching pale green clutch from where I left it on the rail and hands it to me.

I swallow down a lump, not sure what to say. "That was really great," I whisper, feeling the awkwardness color my cheeks.

"It was better than great." He walks me to my room, his hand strong and sure on the small of my back. Boy, does he know how to do a one-night stand right, giving me one more slow kiss goodbye. It's enough to make it easier to part ways, close the door. I'm not calling, he doesn't want me to.

This was not some beginning. This was a beautiful mistake, one I'll likely spend years feeling bad about.

When I'm not secretly dreaming about Leo Kincaid's touch.