Page 9 of The Vegas Rerun
I’m not used to being a follower, but I make an exception tonight and I let go the need to ask what’s next and I just let Molly lead the way. She goes into the hotel but not through the casino way. She slips us in a side door marked staff only which brings us into a short hallway that opens out between the stairwell and the elevators.
“Your room or mine?” Molly asks as she leads me to the elevators.
Wow. She is so confident and that is so damned hot.
“Mine,” I say. “Room nineteen sixteen.”
She nods and when one of the elevator cars pings open, she smiles and steps inside. I follow her and she presses the button for floor nineteen and the doors close, leaving us alone in the elevator. Now I have no doubt what is about to happen with Molly and me, my body is responding, and I can feel my cock starting to twitch into life. I try to think of anything but Molly because I don’t want to get a full on hard on in the elevator, but how can I think of anything else when I surrounded by a cloud of her scent, and I can almost feel the heat coming off her body in waves.
The elevator begins to move after what feels like a long time but can’t be longer than a second or two after the doors close. The ride up to my room is quiet, but the air between us is anything but quiet. Molly stands close to but not quite touching me, but almost, and her body keeps radiating that warmth that washes over me.
Her fingers twitch at her sides like she’s trying to keep herself in check. I’m trying, too. But with every passing second, every sway of the elevator, the tension tightens like a wire between us. I wonder what she would do if she lost control. Would she throw me on the ground and ride me right here?
She catches me watching her and she smirks.
"What?" she asks.
I shake my head, chuckling.
"Nothing," I say. I’m not about to tell her I was imagining her throwing me on the ground and riding me until we both come screaming each other’s names.
She tilts her head, studying me.
"You’re thinking something. I can see it,” she presses me.
I meet her gaze, and afraid of the words slipping out before I can stop them, I give her a more gentle version of what I’m thinking.
"I’m thinking about how badly I want to kiss you," I say.
Her lips part slightly, her breath catching. Then, just as the elevator dings, she leans in.
“I was thinking about what you would feel like inside of me,” she says.
My jaw drops open at the matter-of-fact way she says it. The doors slide open, but I don’t move. Not right away. I just look at her, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. She steps out, smiling back at me over one shoulder and that’s all the invitation I need. Before I can second guess myself, I take a few long strides to catch up with Molly, then I grab her hand and lead her down the hallway to my room.
The moment the door shuts behind us, it’s like a match has been struck. Molly is on me in an instant, her hands tangling in my hair, her mouth crashing against mine. She tastes like whiskey and something sweet, something purely her, and it’s intoxicating. I press her back against the door, my hands gripping her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through her clothes. I pull my mouth from hers and kiss her neck.
She exhales with a soft sigh, and then she gives a breathy laugh.
"I’ve been waiting for you to do that all night,” she says.
I answer by lifting her off the ground, making her squeal as I carry her to the bed. She lands with a bounce, propping herself up on her elbows, looking up at me with those dark, mischievous eyes.
"Are you always this sure of yourself?" she teases.
I smirk, stripping off my shirt.
"I sure am,” I say with a grin. “Why? Are you complaining?"
She smiles at me and keeps looking into my eyes as I climb onto the bed between her legs.
"Not even a little bit," she confirms.
I lean down, catching her mouth with mine again, and then we’re lost in each other. I’m lost in the heat, lost in the hunger,and lost in the way her body moves against mine like we’ve done this a hundred times before. It feels like we fit together, like this was always meant to happen. It feels right.
Everything about Molly - her touch, her voice, the way she gasps my name as I run my hands over her body as we strip each other’s clothes off - makes me forget the rest of the world. Makes me forget that tomorrow, everything changes. That this night can’t last forever.
But right now, I don’t care. Right now, she’s all that matters. And I don’t hold back. I kiss my way down her body, between her breasts and down her stomach until I’m between her legs. I push them wider apart, and I can see she is already dripping wet. I moan when I see how wet she is, and my already hard cock hardens further.
