The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

Worth’s friends describe him as the kindest, wisest, most dependable man in New York.

I’ve discovered he’s all those things. He’s also the dirtiest.

I’ve never really enjoyed a man going down on me. In my previous experiences, the guys never knew what they were doing. They didn’t do it for long enough, and I always felt pressure to come two minutes ago—like slow-building pleasure was an inconvenience.

It’s not like that with Worth.

He instructed me not to come.

Instructed me. Commanding and domineering. It’s… unexpected.

I haven’t known him for long, but Worth doesn’t strike me as a man who commands anyone to do anything. He’s the ultra-polite guy who tips thirty percent and helps old ladies cross the street.

Except this Worth—bedroom Worth—isn’t polite at all.

He presses down on my lower stomach, and I gasp. What’s he doing? He’s sliding his fingers into me, his thumb rubbing against one part of me, his tongue on every other part. I’m lost in sensation.

His instructions were clear—I’m not to climax under any circumstances, but I don’t have a choice. He’s doing things to me I’m not sure are legal. There’s no way I can stave off the orgasm that’s been circling me for the last few minutes.

I take a deep breath, trying to give myself a few more minutes, but it doesn’t work. He needs to stop touching me like that. Stop doing the things he’s doing to me with his tongue.

The thought dissolves as soon as I have it. I don’t want him to stop anything. I want to stay like this, my legs around Worth’s neck for the rest of my life. I cry out. The pleasure is so intense, so deep, so enveloping, I can’t feel where I end and he begins.

I try to twist, to remove myself, to get out from underneath him so I don’t break my word and climax, but he’s got me pinned to the bed. There’s no escape.

The thought is the final string left of my resolve and I call out his name as I surrender to my orgasm and convulse under his tongue.

I haven’t moved, but my heart is telling me I just ran a marathon. I can’t catch my breath. I’m boneless and limp.

“Oh dear.” Worth’s voice comes like a roll of thunder. “You promised me you wouldn’t come, but I can taste your climax on my tongue.”

Oh god, I’ve never found a man as sexy as I do Fully Clothed Worth, but Naked Worth, chastising me for climaxing in his mouth, might have the ability to make me come without even touching me.

“Worth.” My voice comes out dreamily, like I’m waking up from anesthesia or something.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” he asks, his face dark and serious. I squirm with need. His cock is rearing, hard and huge in front of me, and I can’t wait to feel it again, even though the idea is mildly terrifying.

Because Worth is packing.

He’s not the guy in the friend group that screams Big Dick Energy, but I guess his dick is so big, he doesn’t have any need to prove anything to anyone.

He was so sweet and gentle to me the first time, before my first orgasm. It was just what I needed. And I guess he gave me what I needed just now, because I’ve never come from a guy’s tongue before.

Worth seems to know me in the bedroom, better than I know me in the bedroom.noveldrama

A small smile curls my lips. “It means, I win?” I suggest.

He lifts his chin. “How’s that?”

“Because you’re going to fuck me so hard, they’re going to hear me over at Ceasars Palace?”

He growls, the sound so fucking masculine, I can barely stand it. He grabs my ankle, flips me over and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My toes touch the floor, my stomach on the mattress, and Worth is between my legs.

“Face down,” he barks and grabs a pillow. “Cover your mouth.”

I take the pillow and lay it under me, as I’m vaguely aware of Worth putting on another condom.

I let out a small, contented sigh and then my body tenses as he spreads my legs farther apart.

“Ass up,” he says.

Shit, I hope he’s careful. He might very well split me in two, although I’m so wet, I could probably take anything right now.

I moan as he circles his crown at my entrance, dipping it down my sex before sliding it back up and in. Right. Up. To. The. Hilt.

I scream, but not in pain—in pure pleasure.

“Face in the pillow.” Intensity laces his words.

He pulls out and I bury my face in the pillow and scream again. He just feels so good. He fills me up so completely, there’s no room for anything else in my body, not even air.

“You feel that?” He slams into me again. “You’re going to feel it all day tomorrow. Every time you move, you’re going to feel the scrape of my stubble between your legs, the pinch of my fingers on your nipples, and my cock driving into this pussy.

“I’m going to sit next to you tomorrow,” he hisses out between gritted teeth, “and we’re going to watch our friends get married and all you’re going to be thinking about is how long it’s going to be until I’m fucking you again.”

“Yes,” I choke out. I know it’s true. The instant I laid eyes on Worth, I felt a spark of something. The more time I spent with him, the more time I wanted to spend with him. He’s sexy and kind and thoughtful and wise.

And he’s phenomenal at fucking me.

My hands grip the bedsheets and he thrusts in again with a grunt. The sound travels through my body and connects right between my legs.

He leans over my body, not breaking his rhythm, slamming into me over and over.

I reach back, wanting to feel him, wanting more from him, like that’s even possible.

He slides his arms underneath me, giving me the connection I want. He uses the contact as an anchor, holding me still so he can fuck me harder. I’m trying everything I can not to come, but I have nothing left.

I’m breathless.

I’m exhausted.

I’m utterly boneless.

Then one hand snakes down and his fingers round my clit. I explode on contact. The stubble on his chin scrapes my cheek and he half licks, half bites my jaw. “Good girl.”

Somehow he turns me around and positions me on my back on the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he whispers into my ear as he leans over me.

He slides into me again and it’s like the first time I ever felt him inside me. I’m impossibly full. Every part of me feels him.

“Too much?” he asks, his gaze dipping from my eyes, down to my open mouth, and then back up.

I shake my head. It’s not too much. It’s exactly enough and I can’t imagine ever wanting it to end. All at once, images of my life back in New York flash into my brain, and it feels empty, like they’re black and white, because he’s not in them too. We got married on a whim. There was something between us and we were in Vegas and we could worry about the consequences tomorrow. At this moment, though, the only thing I’m worried about is that he’ll want a divorce. I don’t want my black-and-white life back in New York. I want a life in full color.

Sweat gathers at Worth’s hairline. It’s good to know he’s not a machine. I press my fingers down his back and he rears up, like I’ve just turned him on so much he can’t stand it. His back is tight and hard, just like every other part of him. He seems bigger out of his clothes. Taller and more muscular than I’d expected.

He pushes into me and a moan escapes my throat. My climax was lying at the foot of the Red Rock Canyon sixty seconds ago, but Worth has managed to bring it to life again. I shift underneath him and he hisses out a curse.

I bite back a smile. It’s good to know that this man hulking over me, who seems to be the god of sex, isn’t completely immune to my moves.

I squeeze his cock as he pulls out of me and he fixes me with a stare.

“Are you trying to make me come?”

“I’m trying to make you feel a small fraction of what you make me feel.”

“I couldn’t feel anything more than I do at this moment. You would just have to bite down on that lip again and it would push me over the edge.”

I can’t help myself. The idea that I could have power over this oh-so-powerful man is too tempting. I lick my lips and bite down.

He groans and thrusts up, up, up before collapsing on top of me.

I don’t even catch my breath before he’s moving. Cool air hits my body, goose bumps smattering my skin. I yearn for him back. In only seconds, I miss how he keeps me covered, keeps me warm, keeps me safe.

I hear the sound of something hitting the trash and then the tear of a condom wrapper.

Again?

His thighs hit mine and he lifts me and throws me back onto the mattress. He crawls over me, his eyes greedy.

“I’m hard again,” he growls. “What are you doing to me?”

He lifts my knee and looks between my thighs, like he’s inspecting me. And I’m his to inspect. It feels like he peeled off every layer of me until he got to the core. Like he sees everything, all of it, even parts of me I didn’t know existed.

He knows me.

His eyes lock on mine as he pushes into me, and I feel a mixture of relief and rapture and total goddamn bliss.

“Feel that?” he asks. His jugular pulses in his neck and his jaw tightens.

I smooth my finger over his lips and sigh. “I feel everything.” I’ve never done drugs, but I imagine this is what it feels like—everything brighter, more, better.

“It’s fucking perfection.”

I’m mesmerized by the rhythm of his hips pushing into me, over and over, the muscles in his arms flexing as he holds me in place. He’s big in every sense, but so gentle. So kind. So incredibly sexy.

He grinds deeper and it catches my breath. “Worth,” I gasp. “It’s so deep. So deep.”

He pushes in again and heaves out a breath like he can’t quite believe what he’s feeling.

Sliding his hand up my body, his gaze flits between his fingers and my eyes. Every touch ratchets up my bliss and I feel like I’ll pass out if he doesn’t stop. He anchors his hand on my waist and shoves up inside me. His sharp, fast movements shift things and I lose control.

I’m vaguely aware of the noises I’m making, but I can’t stop. I can’t worry about who can hear. I can’t do anything but feel.

He leans over me, his stubbled cheek against mine, and whispers in my ear, “I want to do this forever.”

My orgasm starts to vibrate around his dick and pushes outward, down, deep in my belly, and across and over my entire body.

He groans in my ear and tenses on top of me, his orgasm hitting a second after mine.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting to float up and into him. Wanting to stay just like this for as long as I can.