Ready to go in record time, I grasped the back of Lacy's upper thighs again, lifting her against the corner of the elevator wall before thrusting into her.
"Oh fuck!" I groaned at the tight, warm sensation, at the same time as she cried out. She was so slippery wet I could barely stay inside. I pounded my hips into hers, hearing her gasp or appreciatively moan my name or God's with each hard, deep thrust.
Lacy's arms were wrapped snuggly around my neck, just as tightly as her legs clasped around my waist. Those blazing blue eyes of hers finally came open, looking right into mine.
"You ... are so damn gorgeous," I told her. "And you taste … God, you taste so fucking incredible." I covered her mouth with mine, letting her taste herself as I held her up and kept thrusting into my very own heaven right here on Earth.
Too soon I felt my release catching up with me. Thankfully, she came first, squeezing the shit out of my cock, and trapping me inside of her until I came so hard I saw stars burst in my vision.
Kissing her softly, I took a few minutes to recover from the best orgasm of my life, before I sat her feet back on the floor. Still panting, I helped her pull her panties back up over her shoes and her dress down, then reached over and hit the release button on the elevator. I zipped my cock back up into my pants, condom and all, then pressed one, two, zero, seven, Dylan's birthday, which was the four digit penthouse code required for us to begin our ascent to the top.
The elevator was awfully quiet, other than our heavy breathing. I looked over at Lacy from my corner, trying to give her some space. She was still slumped against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide and hazy, face flushed with arousal, looking shocked and awed. The woman was so goddamn sexy it hurt.
"What the fuck just happened?" she asked softly.
"I think I just made you come three times in five minutes," I replied, unable to help my smug smile. "Is that a new record?"
"Oh yeah," she said in an exhale, running her fingers through her long hair. "I didn't know you had it in you. There's like an unbelievable sex god hiding underneath your unassuming, good guy exterior."
"Sex god?" I laughed at the absurd comment. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" I asked, now worried that she was drunk and I was taking advantage of her. That would explain why someone like her would want to come home with me. Either that or the lie that I was rich. Goddamn it.
"All I had was that one strawberry daiquiri, that I didn't even finish," she replied.
"Did someone slip something into it?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head.
"No. I never let men buy me drinks or touch them."
Good thing I hadn't used the "Can I buy you a drink?" line, or I would've been shot down instead of standing here with her, having just finished up a round of mind-blowing sex.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the top floor. "Ladies first," I said. I picked up her long lost purse, handing it to her and then motioned for her to go ahead of me. When she started to walk forward her ankles wobbled in her heels, so I grabbed her around her waist to steady her. I loved knowing that I'd thrown a beautiful woman like Lacy off balance. She leaned against the hallway wall while I unlocked Dylan and Jules's door.
"Holy shit, this is nice," she said when we entered the foyer. "What exactly is it that you do with computers to have all this?" she asked, waving her hands around. "And that car."
Fuck. Lie or tell the truth? I knew a woman like Lacy was a one-night-only deal for me. She'd come to her senses in the morning, regretting fucking a complete stranger to get over some other guy. She'd probably sneak out before the sun came up. What the hell.
"I've designed a few apps and software programs." Both technically true, but I'd let her think I made more than the few thousand from each.
"Huh," she said as she looked around. "Is that a hot tub?"
"Yeah," I replied as I headed for it. I stuck my hand in to test the temperature before knocking the dial up to one hundred four and turning on the bubbles and light show. "You want to get in?" I asked. When I turned around Lacy was already naked, her dress and panties at her feet. "Fuck. Me. You are too damn perfect to be real."
She slipped her heels off then stalked toward me, paralyzing me as I stared at all her incredible curves, those perky tits bouncing, and her small narrow waist before a swell of hips. Her pussy still glistened from where I'd just gotten her off three times.
"I plan to fuck you in there as soon as you're up for it. Have you got a few more condoms?" she asked. I nodded praying I could find some of Dylan's. Her lips brushed over mine and I swore I had to be dreaming. If so I needed to move quickly before I woke up. After palming a handful of one of her breasts, I had to pull my lips away from hers to cover that perky nipple and roll it around in my mouth.
"Mmm that feels so good," Lacy moaned, combing her fingers through my hair. I switched and rubbed her nipple between my finger and thumb while I sucked on the other one. "Everything you do to me feels so damn good," she said softly.
The woman must have had some seriously shitty past lovers if she liked how I touched her. I've been with my fair share of women, maybe twenty or so, but I sure as hell wasn't an expert. None of my past relationships had lasted longer than a few weeks … well, except for Alexis. The two of us were never serious, she was just a closet freak who I can admit I learned a lot from. For months the girl asked me to fuck her in all sorts of kinky ass ways she'd never tried, but had only read about in books. I never complained or minded indulging in her unusual requests, until she asked me to do some sort of erotic asphyxiation shit. That was a big hell no.
I pulled my mouth and hands away from Lacy before I went too far and couldn't stop. I needed condoms. Lots and lots of motherfucking condoms. Dylan, the rich bastard, better have some. I cringed thinking about why he'd need them. My little sister. Ugh, God. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to the idea of the two of them together.
"Go ahead and climb in and I'll be right back," I told Lacy, finally forcing myself to back away from her. I had to clean myself up in the bathroom and get rid of the condom still on me so I could search for more.
I'd been sleeping in the guest bedroom every night I'd stayed here, since that was one of the rules. But I couldn't walk Lacy past the master bedroom without her wondering what the fuck was going on. So that's where I headed.
As soon as I walked in my eyes went to straight to the humungous canvas photo hanging over the mile high bed. The one completely in black and white except for the red lips, red heels and colors of the balls on the pool table. The disturbing sight of seeing my sister bent over, looking over her shoulder and showing her ass in some sort of lingerie.
Goddamn it. That had to go. Not just because I wasn't going to be able to have sex with my sister's half-naked picture in the room, but because our resemblance was so close. Trying to explain why I would have that picture of my sister in what is supposed to be my bedroom would be too bizarre.
After cleaning up in the master bath, I stood up on the bed to pull the photo down and stowed it in the closet before going through drawers looking for condoms. After a discovery of all sorts of shit I wished I'd never seen, including more pictures that made me want to vomit, I finally found a box. But of course they were XL Magnum condoms. I wasn't small by any means, but if the huge bastards didn't stay on me this was going to be incredibly embarrassing.
Chapter Two
Lacy Pierce
Using an elastic hair tie from my purse, I piled my hair up in a messy top knot while I looked around the enormous living room. Who would have thought the cute guy with the sexy double dimple smile and black-rimmed glasses could blow my mind on an elevator? Or have a place like this and a freaking Porsche Spyder? I eased down into the warm bubbling water of the hot tub, still trying to wrap my mind around it all.
I'd been sitting alone at Sin, pissed at the world when Will walked up and put a smile on my face. I'd noticed him watching me while he and his friend Joe were sitting at the bar and Erica, Kylie and I danced. My best friends from high school had begged me to come out with them to try and get my mind off of my recent breakup with Zack … that fucking asshole.
I'd met Zack Bradford during my junior year summer internship with the Charlotte Observer. I spent a few weeks at training camp with the sports writer, interviewing each player on the starting line of the Wildcats professional football team.
Zack was the gorgeous and massive, six foot five, first round draft pick from Carolina. He was soon going to be starting quarterback for the team. He'd flirted with me every day of camp, and whenever he saw me on the practice field. I was stunned that People magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" had noticed me and, not only that, had actually talked to me.