Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,43
situation with grace, babe. I’m proud of you.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes and then kissed tenderly, keeping it PG, until the music started and Alana announced she and Alex would be singing “Wild Night,” a song from the ’90s by John Mellencamp and Meshell Ndegeocello. Jamison and I, still cozy, sat in amused anticipation as the music started. Alex and Alana held their microphones, and then the action started.
Their performances were coordinated, spirited, and, to my surprise—especially in Alex’s case—entertaining and spicy. My jaw hit the floor as I watched Alana push her breasts against Alex while singing her lines. But Alex didn’t keep his hands to himself either. He gripped her ass several times. And I swear he grew a boner that wouldn’t shrink.
“They’re having sex,” Jamison said in my ear.
Unable to look away from the show, I nodded. “For sure.”
Three Hours Later
“What the hell was that?” Jamison asked after we closed ourselves into my suite. I fell back against the wall, laughing so hard I had to clutch my aching belly. The entire day was definitely one from the Twilight Zone.
It was late. The strangest thing had occurred. Patrons had enjoyed Alex and Alana’s act so much that they kept shouting, “Another!” A new song was cued up, and my assistants sang while engaging in more heavy petting, gazing into each other’s eyes and dirty dancing. A handful of performances later, after we each had one last drink, we headed back to the resort, and they ended up making out passionately in the back seat. Jamison and I were too shocked to speak over the moaning, slurping, smacking, and guttural grunts. Whenever they tried to break away from each other, the lustful haze they were trapped inside of would lead them to go back at it. It was as if we were not in the car with them.
When Jamison parked the vehicle in the spot reserved for my suite, he announced, “We’re here!”
“Back at the resort,” I added.
I allowed myself to catch a glimpse of what they were doing. Alex was unbuttoning Alana’s pants, and their tongues were crammed down each other’s throats. It was months of walled-off sexual tension finally set free. Alex must have understood what Alana meant by him being too soft. That night, for the first time, I got it too. I’d always thought that she avoided her attraction for him because he was too kind, not the sort who’d spit on the sidewalk or tell a stranger who was annoying him to shut up, but it was actually because he’d never made an assertive move on her.
“I’m pretty sure they’re going to regret it in the morning,” I said.
Jamison took me by the hand and tugged me against his taut chest. Our lips were ready to kiss as our rapid breaths collided. Electricity sparked in my body. Jamison was hard in all the right places.
“Now it’s our turn,” he said, his voice thick with craving.
Jamison claims my lips. Our tongues explore. He takes my sweater off. I unbutton his stiff shirt, and together, we finish taking it off. We stagger toward the bedroom. Next, pants off—mine and then his. We fall onto the bed. His fullness pushes against my pussy and rubs.
Our moans are raw, fiery. Jamison snatches my panties off. I hear them rip.
I whimper and sigh, arching my back, overripe with lust as he practically tears his own underwear off. I need him inside me so much I’m about to burst into flames. Our gazes explore each other as he takes his cock in one hand and presses one of my thighs against the mattress. My breathing grows faster, louder as he stuffs his overgrown erection inside me.
“Ha!” The back of my head jabs the pillow.
“Oh… I’ve been waiting all night for this.” His voice is raspy as he prods my pussy like a man on a mission. I can tell by the movement of his dick that he wants me to come.
I want to come. Lifting my hips, I have to touch him. My fingers entwine with his hair then reach toward his chest, arms, and back. Oh, the fullness of his cock, sliding against my pussy walls. It feels so good. He’s so completely inside me.
“I love you, Jamison,” I say, eyes closed, chasing the orgasm. “I want you forever.”
“Me too,” he says before his mouth devours mine.
In and out.
“Oh,” I croak against his mouth.
In and out.
The sensation is gathering, building, and becoming.