Page 36 of Graveyards & Greed

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” His hot tub was partially hidden by his outdoor kitchen and a few strategically placed planters.

Taking my hand, he pulled me up, then leaned over to murmur in my ear, “You won’t need one.”

Cool desert air prickled my skin, and the promise of hot steamy water tempted me. Drakos casually stripped off his clothes and got in. I caught a glimpse of his tight ass and thick, toned thighs, and my insides tightened.

"Come in," Drakos coaxed, leaning back and spreading his arms along the edge of the hot tub. His dark hair became tousled and damp from the rising steam, and I decided a warm, wet, and very naked Drakos was just too tempting.

I peeled off my clothes, leaving them in a neat pile next to his. Then I sat on the edge of the tub, swung my legs in, and slowly slid down into the water. He watched me with a predatory gleam. The contrast between the cold night and the hot water felt decadent.

He peeled off the side and came towards me. The rising heat wasn't just from the bubbling jets. He wrapped his hands around my waist and drew me into him, settling me on his lap with my back to his front. We sat together and looked out at the skyline for a moment, letting the anticipation build.

It looked beautiful and mysterious from here, but I’d lived in Las Vegas long enough to know what a bizarre and garish place it could be at night, with the hustlers and tourists, bright neon signs, and pungent smell of marijuana mingling with hot asphalt and exhaust. But I always stopped to watch the Bellagio fountains.

“I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a fucking drug,” he murmured in my ear. His lips traced my neck, and he ran his tongue along my collarbone. Shifting restlessly on his lap as he nipped at me, I started panting when he cupped my breasts.

The man consumed my thoughts when we weren’t together, and staying in his loft and pretending to be a couple felt like tempting fate. It wouldn’t last, and he’d hurt me in the end. If the rumors and warnings were true, he enjoyed erotic deviance and didn’t do monogamy. But he was right, we needed to burn this hunger and need out of our systems.

Drakos slid his hands to my wrists and reached behind us to wrap my arms behind his neck, immobilizing me and causing my chest to jut out.

“Keep them there,” he growled low in my ear. Then he plucked and pinched at my tight nipples before trailing his fingers down to my clit. He knew his way around a woman’s body, and he circled and teased me until I was a needy, panting mess.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Then spread your legs like my sweet little cock whore, and stretch your thighs for me until they burn. Beg me to slam inside your wet, tight cunt.”

My thighs started to burn at the stretch, but I tightened my hold on his hair. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going to beg.”

He smiled against my cheek. “Not delusional, just very persistent. Keep your arms up,” he demanded when I started bringing them down.

He sucked on my neck while he worked my clit and toyed with my nipples, only to pull back when he could feel my orgasm building. And then he did it again. When I tried to turn around, his arm tightened around my waist while he kept stroking me.

The ache was too much, and I finally grabbed his hair. “Fine, you sadistic asshole, put your cock inside me.”

He laughed low and dark. “We’ll work on your verbiage. But for tonight, that will do.” Turning me around, he lined up his shaft and pushed me down on his length. Even after two days, he was still a tight fit. Drakos probably always would be. I whined softly at the pain and pleasure as he bottomed out inside me, nudging my cervix. Then he held my hips and hammered up into me. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I closed my eyes and lay my forehead against his chest, the ache and pleasure mixing and blending together.

Under the stars and the voyeuristic gaze of Sin City, we came together, our movements causing rhythmic splashes. The sound of lapping water seemed to mirror the chaos inside.

“Look at me. I need to see your eyes while I’m inside you.”

My head snapped up, and I glared at him as I panted in need. He reached in and flicked then pinched my clit, and an orgasm rose as I moved against his fingers.

When my eyes started drifting closed again, Drakos growled. “Look at mewhen you come, so you know who makes you beg for cock and scream in pleasure. If you close your eyes again, I’ll pull out before you can orgasm, bend you over the edge, and unload my cum on your back while I paddle your perfect, lush ass.”

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but his words caused hard lust to slam through me, and I arched against him, staring into his hooded eyes as I orgasmed long and hard. Tracing his thumb across my cheek, he watched me fall apart. “You’re the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”

His rhythm became sporadic, and he clenched my hips as he drove deep inside me a few more times, then swore viciously as he came. When our breathing returned to normal, Drakos hugged me to him for a few moments. Eventually, I pulled myself off his length and sat back against the edge of the hot tub, looking up at the stars, feeling raw and exposed.

“We need to sit on the edge for a few minutes so we don’t boil our insides,” he murmured.

My lips quirked at the image, then slowly stood to perch on the edge of the hot tub. He sat beside me and patted my thigh. “Are you alright?”

Fighting the urge to lean into him, I patted his thigh back. “Yes. You say the nicest things, then two minutes later, you call me your little cock whore. I think I have whiplash. But your rooftop is wonderful, so thank you for sharing this with me.”

He grinned and brushed a wet strand of hair off my cheek. “You’re welcome, and you can say what you want, but I know you like dirty talk because your cunt grips down on my cock like a vise grip every time. Andthank you.”

“For what?”

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