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McQUEEN:Las Vegas Bad Boys(4)

By:Frankie Love


She moans as my tongue finds hers, and I pull her even closer, my hand on the back of her head, letting her know she can give in to me. That I can take it from here.

My cock is hard and it presses against her thighs. I want to strip her out of these clothes; I want my cock to press against her skin, then press against her pussy. I want to fuck her until she’s worn out like she’s never been from a work out. Exhausted in a way she can only get from riding me.

I kiss her hard, our mouths discovering one another, and I run my other hand through her gorgeous red hair. Her hands have travelled to my waistband, and my cock throbs at the idea of her reaching down and stroking me.

But she hesitates.

“You okay?” I ask her, pulling away from the kiss.

She’s breathing so heavy, almost like she’s dizzy. “I know I said I wanted to show you a submissive hold, but … umm. I just. I can’t.”

“What, JoJo? You want me to stop?” I try not to show annoyance. I get that this girl is a thousand kinds of complicated, but come on. We’re in a fucking locker room, post-workout, both clearly horny as hell. I can’t handle her backing out now. I’ll have to fucking jack off like a fourteen-year-old if she leaves.

“Oh, no. Don’t stop.” She looks worried, and shakes her head. “I meant that I don’t want to be the one to show you anything. I want you to be my teacher. I want you to do whatever you like.”

A smile spreads across my face—and when I grin, she does, too, like she’s relieved by my answer. Like she wants this, but just needs my help.

I can fucking take the lead.

“Then let’s start by getting you out of these clothes and washing you up.”





JoJo


It’s obvious I’m over my head the moment McQueen kisses me. His lips know what they’re doing.

And the reality is, the last time I kissed a boy was back in my freshman year of college, when the guy who took me to a formal dance tried to kiss me when he dropped me off at my father’s house.

I quickly realized my family was way too complicated when two of my brothers threatened to punch him if he didn’t back the fuck away from their little sister.

I felt embarrassed, but also trapped. No matter how many guys asked me out over the years, I always, always declined. No one deserved to deal with the family I brought along.

But McQueen is different. No one in my family knows where I am ... and I absolutely know that, for a player like him, this is only about sex. I won’t be hurting anyone by having a one-afternoon-stand. Least of all him.

When I tell McQueen that I want him to lead the way, it’s a relief to see his dazzling white, perfect teeth smile, looking down at me.

But now it’s getting really real. He spins me around, smacks my ass, and we head to the shower. He turns on the water, lets it get nice and hot, and then playfully shoves me under the steaming spray.

“Oh my God, I’m in my clothes,” I scream, grabbing his bicep, trying to pull him in with me.

“Yeah, you are. I want you to get nice and wet, and then I’m going to strip you down. All the way down.”

“McQueen, you have to get in here with me. I feel stupid.”

“Don’t feel stupid. You’re fucking hot. I’m so hard looking at you like this. Your tits are so round in that tiny see-through shirt. Your nipples are hard as rocks.” He steps into the shower without hesitation and lifts the hem of my shirt, easing up the elastic of the shelf bra and pulling it off over my head.

Beads of water pour down on us. My breasts are completely uncovered. I feel exposed.

“Shut up, I’m gross after that workout. I mean, McQueen, you must see women all done up all day, everyday ... at your shows, I mean.” I look down at myself, self-conscious. But McQueen wants none of that.

“You don’t think you turn me on?” He laughs. “You have no fucking clue, woman.”

He steps out of his shorts and kicks them away. What’s left is a massive cock, hard and pointed right at me.

“Oh my God, McQueen.” I literally have to catch my breath.

“You like that?” he asks, taking my hand and placing it on his solid shaft.

“Oh. I like that,” I say, nodding, sounding like an idiot, but also just stunned. I assumed a man like him would have a big cock ... but I don’t think he understands it’s literally the only cock I’ve seen in my life.

And it’s just making me so horny. It’s so long and hard—and thick, too. As my thumb and forefinger try to circle it, I quickly realize it’s much larger than that. Which leads me to wonder ... how will this fit inside me?

“Now let’s get you out of those shorts, JoJo. I need to see what I have to work with. Need to see how ready your pussy is for me.”

I bite my lip, trying not to be a complete cliché, but just hoping he’ll like what he sees. I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin, because I’m scared it would make him hesitate, not wanting to be that guy.

I take off my shorts and panties. They stick to my thighs because we’re completely wet, and when I try to kick them off I lose my balance and lean into him. He catches me, and suddenly our skin connects, my body is pressed against him, and his cock strains against me. His chest is solid and my breasts are aching to be touched, sucked. Felt.

I give in, then. To him. To this moment. My first time with a man. With anyone.

His hands run across my back, and my whole body is full of sensation. The steam evaporating against my slick skin, the rush of lust coursing through my veins. His lips kissing my shoulders, my collar bone, easing lower to my breasts.

My head falls back as his hands find their way to my breasts. He rolls his thumbs over my nipples; I let out a soft groan, my core ignited. His hands haven’t even run over the length of me.

Oh, God, how I want them to.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice soft, but sure. He knows how smooth he is, and I’m so glad I’m with a master charmer, because I don’t need any more asshole men in my life. Right now I need a man who knows what a woman wants.

“I do,” I pant, not able to say anything more.

“Good.” McQueen smiles, and for a moment I don’t feel less-than because I’m a woman—like a commodity, a tradable thing. I don’t feel like I have to fight, like I have to prove something. Right here, in McQueen’s arms, I just feel beautiful.

And I can’t remember ever feeling that way before.

His hand slides down to my entrance, and I ease my body slightly, giving him access to that prized place, the place no man has ever gone before. His fingers touch my folds and every hair on my body stands on end. It’s electrifying, him touching me ... him so close to what I’ve kept locked away for so long.

“Oh, baby, you’re so tight.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

He nods and turns off the water. “The water will make it harder for me to get in. Let me get you dried off and on your back, then I’ll get your pussy nice and ready for my cock. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I don’t want you to stop.”

“I won’t baby,” McQueen laughs. “Fuck, I can’t stop this show now, you know that.” He looks down at his hardness, and I swallow, realizing what he means.

“There’s a couch, around the corner,” I tell him.

“Shit, you got a couch in the locker room? What’s Kit running here? A hotel?”

I smile, knowing that couch has proven useful when I’ve needed to nap and didn’t want to go home right after a workout. But I can see how it might have other uses, too.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” he asks, grabbing a towel from the cart outside the shower and wrapping it around his waist, then handing me one.

“You have a condom, right?”

I see his eyebrows rise in surprise.

Crap.





Chapter Four





McQUEEN


“You’re cute, you know that?” I ask her. Do I have condom? Does she know who I am? Maybe not. “JoJo, I got us covered.”

“Okay.” JoJo nods, relief flooding her face. Oh, this girl is more than ready to get dirty with me. “It’s just, I’m not on the pill.”

“It’s okay, here, let’s dry you off.” I take a towel and run it over her shoulders, drying her off quickly. Her creamy skin is warm from the hot shower. Her long red hair hangs down her back, water dripping off the tips to make a puddle of water at her feet.

JoJo’s body would make other women crumble, and she isn’t like most women who know how attractive they are. JoJo is almost ... innocent. But I don’t know how that’s fucking possible. She gives off this sense of strength, like no one can mess with her. Like there’s no reason to even try. If she doesn’t want something, she’ll let you know.

But I swear she’s acting like she’s never had sex with a stranger.

Well, maybe she hasn’t.

Thank God she wants my cock right now, because I swear I’m never this spun up for a woman. And my hungry cock is throbbing to get inside her tight little pussy. I grab a condom from my shorts pocket; thankfully, the foil wrapper kept it dry.

“You always keep condoms in your pocket when you work out?”

“Hey, I’m an opportunist,” I tell her.

She blushes and licks her lips. Fuck, this girl likes opportunities, too.