The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

It sounds ridiculous, but I feel different—even more protective of Sophia, if that’s possible. I just got married on the fly, but it’s as if I spoke vows in front of all my friends and family, in a ceremony that took two years to prepare, to a woman who I’d known for five.

I slide my hand up the back of her thigh as we get into the elevator. She hits floor fifteen and I growl, because the idea of waiting fifteen floors until she’s naked seems interminable.

“I want you,” she breathes against my cheek as I press my lips to her neck.

I dip my hand between her thighs and my fingers hit lace just before her knees buckle.

“How much tequila did you drink?” I ask. We can get unmarried, but we can’t un-have sex. I want her fully lucid when I fuck her.

“Why?” she asks breathlessly.

“I want to know if you’re…”

“Oh,” she says, her tone almost alarmed. “I’m one hundred and twenty percent consenting to this. Like, I’m going to be pissed if you don’t fuck me.”

I laugh as the elevator doors slide open.

“My room is right here,” she says, taking a key from her purse.

“In front of the elevators?” I ask and pull in a breath, wondering how loud she’s going to scream when she’s underneath me.

She lets us in and kicks off her shoes as soon as we get through the door. Then she spins to face me.

“Where do you⁠—”

“Everywhere,” I say. I take the shoulders of her dress and pull them down. The fabric falls in a pool at her feet.

I have to close my eyes in a long blink, I’m so overwhelmed at the sight of her naked.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say, opening my eyes. “Fuck.” I’m going to have to keep it together tonight. I already never want this to end, and it hasn’t even started.

She starts to unbutton my shirt. I pull at her nipple, the tip of my thumb flicking the hard nub, and Sophia gasps at my touch.

“Worth,” she whispers, hands stilling. “Don’t break me.”

“Never,” I say, and shrug off my unbuttoned shirt. I pull out my wallet from my pants and toss it on the desk, making a mental note to remember where I left it. That’s where my condoms are.

“You’re so tall,” she says.

“You like it.”

“I really do.” She nods in appreciation, and I kick out the legs of the desk chair, strip my pants off, and sit.

I’m hard, straining at the ceiling, and Sophia looks at my cock like she’s hungry.

Fuck, I can barely wait to slide inside her.

I pull her toward me and she sits astride, so we’re facing each other.

“Now we’re the same height,” I say, cupping her face. “Almost.”

Her fingers thread into my hair and we kiss. I pull her closer still, so she slots against me, the lace of her underwear the only barrier between us. Her nipples scrape against my chest and her hips sway on my lap, grinding closer and closer, and it’s so fucking good, I can barely stand it.

Sophia’s right—being together feels freeing. In my previous relationships, I felt stifled and caged in, but I’m married to the woman on my lap and I’ve never felt so light and liberated.

She stills and pulls back. “Promise me one thing, Worth.”

“Anything.” Blood is pounding in my veins like it’s trying to set an Olympic record, my heart is clattering against my chest, and my dick is so hard I’m not sure I’ll survive putting the condom on.

“No lies. This might be over tomorrow or next week or never. We might stay together, raise kids, and grow old together. But no matter what happens, don’t ever lie to me.”

“I promise,” I say. “I’m going to take care of your heart, Sophia.” Gazing into her eyes, I realize they aren’t just blue, but have purple flecks that look like flowers unfurling under the sun’s heat. I know we’re not going to be over tomorrow. Or next week. The more I get to know this woman, the more I’m going to fall for her.

She takes my palm and presses it over her panties. They’re soaked through. It calms me to think she’s been waiting for this moment too, thinking about it, fantasizing about it.

I can’t do anything but grunt in appreciation. I want to feel that wetness on my tongue, around my dick, down my chin.

“They need to come off,” I hiss.noveldrama

I’m dizzy with need for her. I want to fuck her so hard she won’t stand for a week, and I want to take my time, smoothing my hands over her body, placing chaste kisses to every dip and curve of her. I want it all.

I can’t remember ever wanting anyone or anything in the way that I want Sophia right now. So much of my life has been about avoiding disaster, I don’t think I’ve ever let myself get pulled in by someone this way. I want her to the exclusion of all else—and this tunnel vision means I’m not looking out for potential problems on the horizon. Right now, the world could burn for all I care.

She stands and shimmies off her underwear.

I hold out my hand. “I’ll take those,” I say.

“My underwear?”

I nod. I toss them on the desk. Then I clamp my hand around my cock and pull it up and over my crown. “Come sit,” I say.

She bites down on her lip and her mouth flushes red.

I shake my head slowly. “I’ll be gentle,” I say.

“You might break me in half.”

“I’ll go slow,” I say.

Her eyelids flutter, like she’s imagining what I might feel like filling her up. My heartbeat pounds in my ears: now, now, now.

I have to work backwards tonight. I need to fuck. I need to come. We both need that. Then I can lick and suck and bite and we can do it all over.

“Do you have a condom that will fit?” she asks, her expression genuinely worried.

I grab my wallet and pull out a condom, rolling it on in record time. “Come sit,” I repeat.

I hold out my hand and she takes it tentatively, stepping forward, climbing back on my lap, lifting herself up.

Her breasts sway in front of me and I cup one in my hand and squeeze. She groans as I pinch the puckered flesh.

She hooks her feet back on my legs so she’s kneeling over me. My crown finds her entrance.

“Please go slow,” she says.

“It’s going to feel so good,” I promise her.

“Promise?”

“So good,” I say. “You’re going to come so many times tonight.”

I run my fingers up her spine and her back arches. The crown of my cock sinks into her.

She lets out a small, startled scream.

“That’s right,” I say. “Open up for me,” I say.

Just her warmth on my tip has me half crazed. She feels so good.

I run my hands over her ass and pull her down a little farther, sinking deeper into her. She lets out a low, guttural moan.

“See how good that feels?” I ask, my jaw tight, my dick hard as a fucking baseball bat.

Her eyebrows are knitted together, like she can’t quite believe what she’s feeling, but she nods. “So good,” she whispers. “So big. So hard.”

Jesus, she’s going to kill me.

She sinks down farther onto me, her hands gripping my forearms like she might fall apart if she doesn’t hold on.

But I won’t let her.

I just don’t know how long I can let her set the pace here. I want to flip her over the desk and fuck her right onto the Strip.

She pulls up a little and our eyes meet. She sinks down, lower this time. I send up a silent prayer of gratitude. She feels so fucking tight, so warm. So mine.

And she is mine. My wife. I’m fucking my beautiful, sexy, tight wife.

Or she’s fucking me. For now.

She starts to move with more confidence, lifting herself up and sinking down on me, lower each time, punctuated by moans and gasps. Her hands move to my shoulders and she tips her head back. Whisps of her hair trail against my thighs, setting every nerve ending in my body on high alert.

Finally I sink to the hilt inside her, and she lets out a breath.

“I can’t believe you’re inside me,” she gasps. “I feel so full.”

I slide my hands over her hips and pull her toward me. “You feel fucking gorgeous,” I say.

She smiles shyly at me and begins to move her hips. Her movements are small but the sensations are explosive. I don’t know if it’s because she’s setting the pace, or because we just got married, or because I feel so fucking lucky to be anywhere near this woman, but being inside her is intense. Like this isn’t just sex. It’s much more than that.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks on an exhale.

“How good you feel,” I respond. “How fucking lucky I am.”

She moans and pushes deeper onto me.

I press my mouth to her lips and start to move her hips. I need more of her. Right. Now.

“Worth,” she whispers into my mouth.

“We both need this,” I growl.

“But I’m—” She doesn’t finish her sentence. Instead she convulses around me like her orgasm has been waiting, just an inch away, for an hour.

The vibrations on my dick break through all my defenses and my orgasm rushes through me. I push my hips up, animal instinct taking over, driving me to bury my come deep.

Damn that fucking condom.

She collapses in my arms. After a moment I stand, scooping her up. I dispose of the condom and take her to the bed.

Now I can get to work.

I lay her out, body limp and satiated. For now.

I crawl between her thighs. Her pussy is still swollen from my dick. This time I’m going to make her come on my tongue.

“Worth,” she says, propping herself up on her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”

I frown. “I want to,” I say.

She doesn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? I just⁠—”

“Am I sure that I want to taste you, make you wet, feel you vibrate around my mouth, make you come? Yeah, I’m fucking sure I want to do all of that.”

She still doesn’t look like she’s convinced.

“It’s just…”

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I do, but I just don’t climax like that. I don’t want you to be offended.”

I can’t help but laugh. Partly because she’s being so goddamn polite, but partly because she’s very much mistaken. She’s going to come so hard, they’re going to hear it over at the Bellagio.

“Just relax. I don’t want you to come,” I say.

She slumps down onto the bed and I prop myself up from where I’m situated between her legs. “Do you hear me? No coming. If you dare come on my tongue, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk down that aisle tomorrow, do you understand?”

She nods her head, and I settle back down between her thighs. I slip my hands under her ass, licking slowly up and down her folds, enjoying the way she shifts underneath me, half trying to resist, half wanting more. I circle her clit with my tongue, flicking and pressing before pushing deeper. I can taste her juices. She’s so wet, so slick under my tongue, across my chin. I’m growing hard against my stomach again.

I push my thumb into her and she moans, my fingers spreading her folds so I can get closer, deeper, have more of her. I twist and pull my hand, alternating fingers, pushing two in, curling and pressing, my tongue licking over and over and over. She’s writhing underneath me, the movements that started so small and unsure now growing into something primal. She’s losing control.

Her fingers grip my hair and she calls out my name. “Worth.”

I withdraw my fingers and my tongue. “I said no coming.”

“Worth. Please,” she begs.

She tries to grab my hair, but I dodge her. “Do you hear me, Sophia? No coming.”

She nods hopelessly.

I go back to work and she’s helpless in seconds. I feel her body tense, her back arch as she rocks her pussy against my face. Her breathing goes jagged and she tries to move away from me. She’s trying to resist her orgasm. But I want her to come. I want her to suffer the consequences. I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’s not going to be able to stand.

I pin her down, my palm flat over her lower stomach, holding her in place while I lick and suck until her entire body is vibrating as she climaxes on my tongue, just like she told me she couldn’t.