Text Appeal
Page 18
She smiled into her champagne. Usually, she was ashamed to remember those days—a precious few weeks of rebellious youth when she’d dared to live a life that pleased her more than it pleased her father. In a couple months’ time, Adam had introduced her to her ING, and then Riley and her hidden naughty side had been fast friends.
Once—in a rush of defiant independence—Riley had even told her father to f**k off. Oh, he’d been angry. But more than that, he’d been shocked. When she’d moved in with him at twelve years of age, he’d taken the reigns of her life into both of his hands and carefully guided every move she’d made. Imagine his surprise when he came home to find his daughter, the girl the media had already labeled Vegas’ Good Daughter, drunk on his expensive champagne and na**d in the arms of some kid who did not meet his list of requirements.
Sometimes she’d wondered how her life would have been different if Adam hadn’t been as terrified of Quinton Carter as the rest of the world was. She couldn’t blame him. He’d been a kid at the time, and in addition to a daunting physique, her father had considerable social and political power. When he’d threatened to destroy Adam’s future, Adam had been right to believe him.
When she’d sobered up—alone—she’d come to her senses, and her father had found her a nice girls’ school where she could finish her high school education.
“What are you smiling about?” Charlie asked. He sat across from her in the limo, his long legs extended in front of him, crossed at the ankle. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, hard body, he filled his dark suit perfectly—so perfectly that when he’d shown up at her door she’d found herself wondering how well he would fit into the corporate world. She’d had to shake away the thought—that was a mind used to measuring up men as potential spouses, and she wasn’t interested in Charlie’s spouse-potential. This was about something else. He’d nailed it perfectly with their toast: fun.
“The champagne reminds me of my wild youth,” she admitted, answering his question.
Charlie raised a disbelieving brow. “Oh? Do tell.”
She shrugged. She didn’t want to tell him of a time when she’d been brave enough to think, do, and act for herself. How could she confess she’d only known what that was like for a few months when he’d been living that life for as long as he could remember? “It was short-lived. I’m just glad it lived at all. Every girl needs a few wild memories.”
He leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees. “You’re still young,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Who says you can’t make more?”
She grinned. “Is that an invitation?”
Charlie shrugged carelessly, and she threw back the rest of her champagne. Charlie leaned across his seat and flipped a switch and sultry club music filled the limo.
She crossed to him, and before she could hesitate, she hiked her dress and straddled his hips.
Charlie groaned, a deep, rumbling sound in the back of his throat. She lowered her mouth to his, anxious to be swept away by the high created by his touch. If Charlie Singleton was a drug, she was a helpless addict.
As his tongue slid into her mouth, she circled her hips, rubbing against his erection.
Charlie’s arms snaked around her, his hands grasping her ass and pulling her more tightly against him.
He was right, of course. She was still young. Young and as free as she’d ever been. If she disappointed her father, so what? Was he going to give the job she’d worked and trained for to someone else? He’d already done that. What could he do now?
She slid her hands inside Charlie’s jacket, wanting to feel the heat and strength of the muscles under his shirt, wanting his physical strength to carry over into her, to give her the emotional strength she needed to venture out on her own.
Charlie’s mouth left hers as he trailed kisses along her jaw, over her collarbone, up her neck. “Are you wearing the panties I sent you?” The question was whispered in her ear.
She nodded, licking her lips as sensations from his tongue against her earlobe whipped through her.
“You know what I love about them?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
“What?” her voice was scratchy, rough against her sudden need.
“With the ties at the hips—” He slid a hand up her skirt and toyed with the ties that lay against one hipbone. “—I could just untie your panties right here in the limo. You can straddle me like this, and we can ride around Vegas, watching the lights while I come inside you.”
She wasn’t sure what it said about her that the idea held so much appeal. “What are you waiting for?”
He ran a thumb over her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth. He closed his eyes and his c**k pulsed to life between her legs.
“Tonight isn’t about sex.”
Riley laughed, sliding her hand between their bodies to stroke his erection. He let out a low hiss.
Just the feel of his erection through his pants and she burned to feel him inside her again. He did this to her. She’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. “I bet I could change your mind.”
She backed up carefully, until she was on her knees before him.
“Riley—”
She put her finger to his lips. “Is tonight for me?”
“Absolutely,” he said softly.
“And I can have whatever fun I want?” she asked, her hands already at his zipper.
“You don’t have to—” His eyes closed as she squeezed his now-bare c**k in her hand.
“I want to.”
Before he could protest, she licked the tip of him, loving the quick jump of his hips.
“I think I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you,” she said, then she slid her mouth over him, relaxed her throat and took him deep, wrapping her tongue around his thick shaft as she tasted him.
He threaded his fingers in her hair, and she sucked harder, pulling back to sweep her tongue around the head before sliding him deep into her mouth again. She cupped his balls, massaging them lightly as she licked and sucked at his shaft.
“Riley—”
She heard the warning in his voice, and it only excited her more. Her panties were damp with wanting him, but she couldn’t end this, not yet, not when he was so close.
She drew him even deeper, increasing the pressure on his scrotum. With her tongue, she felt more blood pulse into his cock. He was close, and she wanted him to finish.
“Riley, babe, I’m going to come.” His voice was rough, pained.
She moved her hand to stroke the base of him. His h*ps bucked, and he let out a low moan before releasing himself in her mouth.
When she pulled away, it was with the taste of him still on her tongue, her jaw aching slightly. Between the two reminders, she wouldn’t be surprised if she walked around wet all night.
With heavy lids and quickened breath, he helped her slide back onto his lap. She straddled him, pushing away her own needs. It would have felt great to have him inside her, but she’d needed to give him that.
Charlie cupped her face and brushed a thumb over her lips. “You have one wicked mouth on you.”
She couldn’t have held back her grin if she wanted to. Chaz had led her to believe she wasn’t particularly adept at blowjobs. He’d told her it didn’t matter, but just knowing he’d felt that way had always made her feel lacking in the bedroom. If she were honest with herself—and she was finding she hadn’t been—she’d have to admit that those insecurities had contributed to her decision to stay in a relationship that hadn’t measured up.
Charlie brought her face to his and flicked his tongue across her lips.
Riley drew back, surprised.
“What?”
She brought her fingers to her lips. “I just—You don’t have to kiss me if that’s gross to you after I—”
He brought her mouth to his again, this time treating her to a full, open-mouth kiss. He swept his tongue inside and she moaned. She turned her head, giving him better access. He tasted like champagne and rebellion.
When he pulled away, his eyes were serious. “Why,” he asked, “would I think there is anything gross about the taste of me on your lips?” He smiled. “It’s about the sexiest thing in the world.”
She chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Charlie.”
“Jesus, that’s it.” His chest shook with a silent chuckle.
She leaned back to see his face. “What?”
“It’s official. I’m the luckiest man on the planet. I just got the best blowjob of my life and the drop dead gorgeous woman who gave it is thanking me.” He grinned at her. Not the Charlie ‘the Devil’ Singleton seductive smile everyone knew so well, but a kid-in-the-candy-store, honest-to-God grin.
“I think you might be good for me,” she said.
“I know I am,” he whispered. He’d dropped his hands to her legs and his fingers were inching up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Riley glanced out the window. “Where are we going?”
Charlie chuckled. “Don’t worry. The driver will keep circling around town until I tap on the window to tell him we’re ready.”
She wanted to press him for more information about their night, but it was hard when his fingers were between her legs, sweeping the edges of her panties. “You knew I wouldn’t go for the ‘no sex’ thing.” She drew in a shaky breath as he found her cl*twith his thumb.
He stroked her through the thin lace, and pleasure ricocheted through her.
She lifted slightly to give him better access. Only when he was throwing her panties to the floor did she realize he’d been untying the sides with one hand while the other distracted her.
Panties discarded, Charlie slid his hand back up the back of her dress and ran his fingers along the exposed curve of her ass. Still straddling him, she lifted to her knees, desperate to give him better access.
Charlie reached for the controls on the door, then above them, the moon roof opened.
“Go on up,” he said, tilting his chin to the exposed night.
Riley gaped at him. His fingers were toying with her most sensitive spots, and he wanted her to do what?
He treated her to another grin, slid both hands to her ass and lifted her.
“Okay, I’m going,” she said, shifting from her knees to feet to stand where she straddled him.
She pulled her body through the moon roof, resting her elbows on the top of the limo. The wind whipped through her hair, and she had to smile. Yes, she understood why he wanted her to do this. How many times had she seen people driving down the Strip, sticking their heads out of limos? She’d always wondered what the appeal was. But now she knew. The cool nighttime desert air swept over her warm cheeks as she watched the lights stream by.
“Come up here. It’s beautiful!” she shouted down to him.
His only response was his fingers brushing up the inside of her legs. As she felt his hot tongue press against her sex, a giggle escaped her lips. No, now she understood.
Her laughter ended when he slid two fingers inside her. She braced herself on either side of the moon roof and let her eyes float closed.
Vegas whipped around her. She let herself drift into the moment. Charlie stroked her below, moving his fingers in even rhythm with his tongue. The heat below her waist contrasted sharply with the cool air against her face.
She forced her eyes open so she could watch the lights as he touched and kissed her. His hands and mouth picked up their pace, stroking her deeper and faster. She clenched around his fingers. Her h*ps rocked toward him. His tongue left her, and she wanted to cry out. Pressure mounted inside her from where he worked her with his hand.
As they turned a corner, Charlie pressed his mouth against her cl*tagain. His fingers pressed deep inside her. The fountains in front of the Bellagio came into view. He sucked lightly, and she came apart watching the fountain spray into the night sky.
Chapter Seventeen
Charlie helped Riley lower into the seat beside him. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against hers. “You are amazing,” he whispered. And he meant it.
He was rock hard again after having his mouth on her, tasting her sex, and driving her to orgasm. When it came to Riley, he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t want to.
He ended the kiss as he tapped on the glass that separated them from the driver.
Riley’s eyes went wide, and she scrambled to adjust her dress. Charlie found her panties and handed the scrappy lace to her. Buying Riley lingerie led down only the best roads, and he was already dreaming up what to buy next.
She pulled the panties up over her hips. Her hands flew to her hair, dark and mussed around her face. “I must look like I just walked out of a windstorm.”
The limo came to a stop, and Charlie pulled her into a final deep kiss. When he pulled away, she was gasping for breath. “You look beautiful.”
Her hand went to her mouth. “Why do I doubt your judgment?”
Charlie gave her a wicked grin. “Because I think you’re most beautiful when you look freshly fucked?”
Her eyes went wide.
Just then, the door clicked as someone lifted the handle. Riley scrambled to put herself at rights.
“Trust me,” Charlie said, climbing out of the limo. He ducked his head back in and extended his hand for hers. “Every woman in that place is going to wish she looked as beautiful as you.”
Riley’s shoulders dropped, relaxing, and her eyes softened. “How do you do that?”
She took his hand, and he squeezed her fingers as he led her out. “Do what?” he asked, guiding her arm through his.
Once—in a rush of defiant independence—Riley had even told her father to f**k off. Oh, he’d been angry. But more than that, he’d been shocked. When she’d moved in with him at twelve years of age, he’d taken the reigns of her life into both of his hands and carefully guided every move she’d made. Imagine his surprise when he came home to find his daughter, the girl the media had already labeled Vegas’ Good Daughter, drunk on his expensive champagne and na**d in the arms of some kid who did not meet his list of requirements.
Sometimes she’d wondered how her life would have been different if Adam hadn’t been as terrified of Quinton Carter as the rest of the world was. She couldn’t blame him. He’d been a kid at the time, and in addition to a daunting physique, her father had considerable social and political power. When he’d threatened to destroy Adam’s future, Adam had been right to believe him.
When she’d sobered up—alone—she’d come to her senses, and her father had found her a nice girls’ school where she could finish her high school education.
“What are you smiling about?” Charlie asked. He sat across from her in the limo, his long legs extended in front of him, crossed at the ankle. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, hard body, he filled his dark suit perfectly—so perfectly that when he’d shown up at her door she’d found herself wondering how well he would fit into the corporate world. She’d had to shake away the thought—that was a mind used to measuring up men as potential spouses, and she wasn’t interested in Charlie’s spouse-potential. This was about something else. He’d nailed it perfectly with their toast: fun.
“The champagne reminds me of my wild youth,” she admitted, answering his question.
Charlie raised a disbelieving brow. “Oh? Do tell.”
She shrugged. She didn’t want to tell him of a time when she’d been brave enough to think, do, and act for herself. How could she confess she’d only known what that was like for a few months when he’d been living that life for as long as he could remember? “It was short-lived. I’m just glad it lived at all. Every girl needs a few wild memories.”
He leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees. “You’re still young,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Who says you can’t make more?”
She grinned. “Is that an invitation?”
Charlie shrugged carelessly, and she threw back the rest of her champagne. Charlie leaned across his seat and flipped a switch and sultry club music filled the limo.
She crossed to him, and before she could hesitate, she hiked her dress and straddled his hips.
Charlie groaned, a deep, rumbling sound in the back of his throat. She lowered her mouth to his, anxious to be swept away by the high created by his touch. If Charlie Singleton was a drug, she was a helpless addict.
As his tongue slid into her mouth, she circled her hips, rubbing against his erection.
Charlie’s arms snaked around her, his hands grasping her ass and pulling her more tightly against him.
He was right, of course. She was still young. Young and as free as she’d ever been. If she disappointed her father, so what? Was he going to give the job she’d worked and trained for to someone else? He’d already done that. What could he do now?
She slid her hands inside Charlie’s jacket, wanting to feel the heat and strength of the muscles under his shirt, wanting his physical strength to carry over into her, to give her the emotional strength she needed to venture out on her own.
Charlie’s mouth left hers as he trailed kisses along her jaw, over her collarbone, up her neck. “Are you wearing the panties I sent you?” The question was whispered in her ear.
She nodded, licking her lips as sensations from his tongue against her earlobe whipped through her.
“You know what I love about them?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
“What?” her voice was scratchy, rough against her sudden need.
“With the ties at the hips—” He slid a hand up her skirt and toyed with the ties that lay against one hipbone. “—I could just untie your panties right here in the limo. You can straddle me like this, and we can ride around Vegas, watching the lights while I come inside you.”
She wasn’t sure what it said about her that the idea held so much appeal. “What are you waiting for?”
He ran a thumb over her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth. He closed his eyes and his c**k pulsed to life between her legs.
“Tonight isn’t about sex.”
Riley laughed, sliding her hand between their bodies to stroke his erection. He let out a low hiss.
Just the feel of his erection through his pants and she burned to feel him inside her again. He did this to her. She’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. “I bet I could change your mind.”
She backed up carefully, until she was on her knees before him.
“Riley—”
She put her finger to his lips. “Is tonight for me?”
“Absolutely,” he said softly.
“And I can have whatever fun I want?” she asked, her hands already at his zipper.
“You don’t have to—” His eyes closed as she squeezed his now-bare c**k in her hand.
“I want to.”
Before he could protest, she licked the tip of him, loving the quick jump of his hips.
“I think I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you,” she said, then she slid her mouth over him, relaxed her throat and took him deep, wrapping her tongue around his thick shaft as she tasted him.
He threaded his fingers in her hair, and she sucked harder, pulling back to sweep her tongue around the head before sliding him deep into her mouth again. She cupped his balls, massaging them lightly as she licked and sucked at his shaft.
“Riley—”
She heard the warning in his voice, and it only excited her more. Her panties were damp with wanting him, but she couldn’t end this, not yet, not when he was so close.
She drew him even deeper, increasing the pressure on his scrotum. With her tongue, she felt more blood pulse into his cock. He was close, and she wanted him to finish.
“Riley, babe, I’m going to come.” His voice was rough, pained.
She moved her hand to stroke the base of him. His h*ps bucked, and he let out a low moan before releasing himself in her mouth.
When she pulled away, it was with the taste of him still on her tongue, her jaw aching slightly. Between the two reminders, she wouldn’t be surprised if she walked around wet all night.
With heavy lids and quickened breath, he helped her slide back onto his lap. She straddled him, pushing away her own needs. It would have felt great to have him inside her, but she’d needed to give him that.
Charlie cupped her face and brushed a thumb over her lips. “You have one wicked mouth on you.”
She couldn’t have held back her grin if she wanted to. Chaz had led her to believe she wasn’t particularly adept at blowjobs. He’d told her it didn’t matter, but just knowing he’d felt that way had always made her feel lacking in the bedroom. If she were honest with herself—and she was finding she hadn’t been—she’d have to admit that those insecurities had contributed to her decision to stay in a relationship that hadn’t measured up.
Charlie brought her face to his and flicked his tongue across her lips.
Riley drew back, surprised.
“What?”
She brought her fingers to her lips. “I just—You don’t have to kiss me if that’s gross to you after I—”
He brought her mouth to his again, this time treating her to a full, open-mouth kiss. He swept his tongue inside and she moaned. She turned her head, giving him better access. He tasted like champagne and rebellion.
When he pulled away, his eyes were serious. “Why,” he asked, “would I think there is anything gross about the taste of me on your lips?” He smiled. “It’s about the sexiest thing in the world.”
She chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Charlie.”
“Jesus, that’s it.” His chest shook with a silent chuckle.
She leaned back to see his face. “What?”
“It’s official. I’m the luckiest man on the planet. I just got the best blowjob of my life and the drop dead gorgeous woman who gave it is thanking me.” He grinned at her. Not the Charlie ‘the Devil’ Singleton seductive smile everyone knew so well, but a kid-in-the-candy-store, honest-to-God grin.
“I think you might be good for me,” she said.
“I know I am,” he whispered. He’d dropped his hands to her legs and his fingers were inching up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Riley glanced out the window. “Where are we going?”
Charlie chuckled. “Don’t worry. The driver will keep circling around town until I tap on the window to tell him we’re ready.”
She wanted to press him for more information about their night, but it was hard when his fingers were between her legs, sweeping the edges of her panties. “You knew I wouldn’t go for the ‘no sex’ thing.” She drew in a shaky breath as he found her cl*twith his thumb.
He stroked her through the thin lace, and pleasure ricocheted through her.
She lifted slightly to give him better access. Only when he was throwing her panties to the floor did she realize he’d been untying the sides with one hand while the other distracted her.
Panties discarded, Charlie slid his hand back up the back of her dress and ran his fingers along the exposed curve of her ass. Still straddling him, she lifted to her knees, desperate to give him better access.
Charlie reached for the controls on the door, then above them, the moon roof opened.
“Go on up,” he said, tilting his chin to the exposed night.
Riley gaped at him. His fingers were toying with her most sensitive spots, and he wanted her to do what?
He treated her to another grin, slid both hands to her ass and lifted her.
“Okay, I’m going,” she said, shifting from her knees to feet to stand where she straddled him.
She pulled her body through the moon roof, resting her elbows on the top of the limo. The wind whipped through her hair, and she had to smile. Yes, she understood why he wanted her to do this. How many times had she seen people driving down the Strip, sticking their heads out of limos? She’d always wondered what the appeal was. But now she knew. The cool nighttime desert air swept over her warm cheeks as she watched the lights stream by.
“Come up here. It’s beautiful!” she shouted down to him.
His only response was his fingers brushing up the inside of her legs. As she felt his hot tongue press against her sex, a giggle escaped her lips. No, now she understood.
Her laughter ended when he slid two fingers inside her. She braced herself on either side of the moon roof and let her eyes float closed.
Vegas whipped around her. She let herself drift into the moment. Charlie stroked her below, moving his fingers in even rhythm with his tongue. The heat below her waist contrasted sharply with the cool air against her face.
She forced her eyes open so she could watch the lights as he touched and kissed her. His hands and mouth picked up their pace, stroking her deeper and faster. She clenched around his fingers. Her h*ps rocked toward him. His tongue left her, and she wanted to cry out. Pressure mounted inside her from where he worked her with his hand.
As they turned a corner, Charlie pressed his mouth against her cl*tagain. His fingers pressed deep inside her. The fountains in front of the Bellagio came into view. He sucked lightly, and she came apart watching the fountain spray into the night sky.
Chapter Seventeen
Charlie helped Riley lower into the seat beside him. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against hers. “You are amazing,” he whispered. And he meant it.
He was rock hard again after having his mouth on her, tasting her sex, and driving her to orgasm. When it came to Riley, he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t want to.
He ended the kiss as he tapped on the glass that separated them from the driver.
Riley’s eyes went wide, and she scrambled to adjust her dress. Charlie found her panties and handed the scrappy lace to her. Buying Riley lingerie led down only the best roads, and he was already dreaming up what to buy next.
She pulled the panties up over her hips. Her hands flew to her hair, dark and mussed around her face. “I must look like I just walked out of a windstorm.”
The limo came to a stop, and Charlie pulled her into a final deep kiss. When he pulled away, she was gasping for breath. “You look beautiful.”
Her hand went to her mouth. “Why do I doubt your judgment?”
Charlie gave her a wicked grin. “Because I think you’re most beautiful when you look freshly fucked?”
Her eyes went wide.
Just then, the door clicked as someone lifted the handle. Riley scrambled to put herself at rights.
“Trust me,” Charlie said, climbing out of the limo. He ducked his head back in and extended his hand for hers. “Every woman in that place is going to wish she looked as beautiful as you.”
Riley’s shoulders dropped, relaxing, and her eyes softened. “How do you do that?”
She took his hand, and he squeezed her fingers as he led her out. “Do what?” he asked, guiding her arm through his.
