Behaving Badly in Vegas (Vegas Love #3)

33. Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Charli

Hunter stood from the bed and walked to the en suite bathroom, giving me a fantastic view of his perfect ass. I lay on the bed staring, completely spent despite the electrical impulses zipping through my limbs. Having sex with him was well worth the wait. I could only compare it to liquid sunshine infiltrating every part of my body—a brilliant, dazzling radiance that made me content and dopey.

“Spread your legs, dollface.”

I lifted my head and reached for the washcloth in his hand. “I can do that.”

He tugged it away. “I got you dirty, so I’ll clean you up. This is me taking care of you.”

Reluctantly moving my legs apart, I let him gently wipe up the mess. Though I wouldn’t admit it, the warm washcloth felt divine as it soothed my delicate skin. “Thank you.”

Hunter tossed the cloth into the bathroom and lay next to me on the bed. “Are you sore? I didn’t hurt you, did I? ”

His concern was another shot of that sunshine, making me feel cherished and cared for. “A little, but not enough to keep me from doing it again.”

He chuckled and kissed me on the head. “You’re a greedy little nymph, aren’t you?”

I stroked his dick, hoping to bring it back to life. “I’m only greedy because you kept me waiting.”

“You can’t fault me for trying to do the right thing.” He wrapped his hand around mine, helping me pump him up and down. “Staying away from you has been one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. I’ve never been big on making the right decisions. In fact, most of the decisions I’ve made in my life have been the wrong ones, but I can’t say I regret this.”

“There’s nothing to regret. I had a choice too and I wanted this as much as you.”

“Because you’re a very bad girl,” he said, looking down at our hands that were gripped around his now erect cock. “Look what you did to me.”

“Let me show you how bad I can be.” I shimmied down the length of his legs to kneel between them. Pushing his hand away, I fisted his manhood with both of mine and licked the pearl of precum from the tip.

“Now who’s teasing?”

“Not teasing, just warming up.” I ran my tongue up his length, tracing the vein on the underside, then swallowed him one inch at a time until he hit the back of my throat.

Hunter lifted his hips. “Fuck! You look so good on your knees for me with my cock down your throat.” He brushed the hair out of my face and held it on top of my head. “Let’s see what that sassy mouth can do.”

I wasted no time sucking him down with my lips suctioned tight. There was no way I could take all of him, so my head bobbed up and down while my hand stroked the base of his velvety smooth yet iron-hard shaft. My other hand played with his balls, giving them a gentle tug and massaging the soft skin behind them.

He growled so deep I felt the rumble against my throat. “You. Are. Magnificent. Let’s see if you can take more of me, shall we?” When I took him as far as I could, Hunter held my head and applied the slightest pressure. “Breathe through your nose and swallow like a good girl.”

I gagged and drool dripped down my chin, but I was determined to comply. Swallowing through the uncomfortableness, my throat opened and took him a little deeper.

“Fuck, doll, you’re doing great. A little bit more.” He increased the pressure on the top of my head, so I had no choice. “Easy…”

I swallowed repeatedly, taking more inches than I thought were possible. His fingers massaged my neck, easing the discomfort.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled again with a thrust of his hips, going even deeper. Every possible curse word spewed from his mouth, including some very creative combinations.

Of course, I’d given blow jobs, but I’d never deep-throated a man before. It felt dirty, but also empowering to make a man, who demanded control in everything he did, lose his mind. It satisfied me immensely.

My eyes watered and I gagged repeatedly before he pulled out and held my face in his hands. “You did so good.” Using his thumb, he wiped the drool from my chin and kissed my forehead.

“But you didn’t come.”

“Only because I’m saving myself for your pussy.” He reached for another condom and rolled it on, then patted his thighs. “Now, get up here.”

I crawled from between his legs to hover above his erect cock, slowly lowering myself onto him while bracing my hands on his defined abs. My body stretched and molded itself to his large size until I was fully seated. I gave myself a moment to adjust before lifting up and sliding back down. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Being inside you is my new favorite thing.” Hunter rested his hands on my hips. “Play with your nipples for me.”

Sliding my hands up my body, I cupped my small breasts. I’d never been embarrassed by their size, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel insecure. Most men liked big boobs, and I doubted Hunter was any different. Padded bras worked wonders, but here in dark with the lights of the city casting shadows across my skin, there was no hiding their inadequacy. I tried to cover them with my hands, hoping he wouldn’t notice how small they actually were.

Hunter grabbed my wrists and pulled them away. “Don’t hide from me. I’ve already seen your tits. It’s too late to be shy.”

I’d changed clothes in rooms full of other performers. Shyness wasn’t the problem. “I’m not shy. It’s just that…”

“It’s just what?”

“They’re not big,” I blurted, stating the obvious.

Hunter frowned. “Do you hear me complaining? Your body is beautiful. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of shit.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, capturing a nipple between his teeth and giving it a little tug.

Sparks shot through me as I rode the thin line between pleasure and pain. I’d never experienced it before but found I quite liked it. The hum. The zing. The zip that coursed through my body. My head dropped back, and my nails scraped down his spine, scoring his skin and returning a bit of that pain. “Hunter!” He licked and bit and pulled and pinched. I’d never come from someone playing with my breasts but at the rate he was going, it was entirely possible. Every inch of my skin tingled and my pussy throbbed, stuffed full of his cock.

His tongue ran a line across my chest, over my shoulder, up my neck, and to my lips where he devoured my mouth with such a voraciousness that my head spun. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel. The need inside me overwhelmed my senses.

“Ride me, Charli.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders and rode him up and down, each stroke rubbing against my clit and bringing me closer to the release I craved. His hands gripped my hips so hard as they lifted me, I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care. I needed to come.

We weren’t gentle with each other. We were wild and untamed, like feral animals mating in the moonlight.

My pussy clenched and my muscles tightened, the tension almost unbearable and building by the second. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, Hunter reached between us and rubbed my clit .

That was all it took for me to detonate. Like a rocket lifting off, a firework exploding, a bomb igniting. My body spasmed as liquid fire consumed every part of me and I screamed a litany of profanities. My head swam with pleasure and white lights spotted my vision. All I could hear was the pounding pulse of rushing blood as my head grew lighter.

I was barely aware of Hunter pulling out and flipping me like a rag doll. My knees and chest hit the mattress. He held my hip and fucked me from behind at a furious pace, as one arm wrapped around my waist and his thumb thrummed my clit. “Give me one more, Charli. Come for me!”

“I can’t,” I moaned, but even as the words left my mouth, I could feel another climax building.

“Yes, you can, dammit!” Not one to be denied, he doubled down his efforts as he savagely took me from behind.

The orgasm hit me hard and fast, an eruption so intense and fierce I lost all sense of space and time. Wave after wave of euphoria consumed me, the high so spectacular I never wanted it to end.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck…fuck… you’re squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck! Fuck!” Hunter collapsed over my back and panted in my ear. “So fucking good. My god, you’re going to wreck me.”

“I think you’ve already destroyed me. I can barely breathe,” I huffed.

Hunter rolled to his back, taking me with him. “Are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” I snuggled into his side, completely exhausted from the powerful orgasms that racked my body. Darkness settled in and I let it take me as I drifted away into nothingness.

A sliver of light fell across my closed eyes, rousing me from the best night of sleep I’d had in forever. I rolled to my back and stretched my achy muscles, arms reaching above my head and toes pointed down. My body groaned in protest, everything tight and coiled. The sheets were soft against my bare skin, slipping down to my waist as I arched my back .

“Good morning, dollface.”

My eyes popped open to find Hunter already dressed and fastening his watch onto his wrist. Acutely aware of my nakedness, I gripped the sheet and pulled it up to my chin. I might have been brave last night, but in the light of day things felt different. Hunter was still my boss, and I was still the nanny. “Good morning.”

He sat on the bed next to me. “Sleep well?”

“Immensely. What time is it?” I asked with a yawn.

He chuckled. “It’s only seven. You should go back to sleep.”

I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest. “No wonder I’m still tired. Why are you up so early?” It wasn’t unusual for him to be an early bird, but it was after three before we went to sleep. Or I passed out. I couldn’t remember which one it was.

“Things to do. I’m going to get Carina, stop at the office for some paperwork, and pick up breakfast. Any requests?”

As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. Loudly. Heat crept up my neck at the unladylike sound. “Banana pancakes?” I squeaked out. “They have them at that little diner down the street.”

He smiled. “Banana pancakes it is.”

The conversation was so domestic, and I wondered what it meant. “Are we okay?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I’m okay. Are you?”

“I mean… is this going to be weird? I’m still working for you. I think we crossed some lines.”

“Sweetheart, we bulldozed over those lines. There’s no going back. Nothing has to change except the fact that were fucking. It’s not a problem for me. It’s preferred, actually, because I won’t have to hide my hard-on every time you’re around.” He yanked the sheet away from my body, exposing my breasts. “And I told you not to hide from me. I plan on seeing you naked as much as possible.”

Still feeling self-conscious, I pulled at the sheet to cover myself, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting go .

Hunter leaned over and licked one nipple, then ran his tongue across my chest and licked the other one. “I like your tits. Get over it.” Then he kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll be back in a couple hours with pancakes.”

“Banana pancakes,” I corrected.

“Banana pancakes. Now, go back to sleep,” he said as he stood from the bed and walked to the door.

“Thank you,” I shouted as he left.

“You’re welcome. Go back to sleep, Charlotte.”

I snuggled back into the pillow with a dopey grin on my face. For as gruff as Hunter could be, he was also incredibly sweet. As I closed my eyes and remembered everything that happened last night, I knew there was no way I was falling back asleep.

For the first time in my life, my reality was better than my dreams.