Saint James, Elle - Unbridled and Unhitched [The Double Rider Men's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

He knew her name was Alexis. Her identification was over on the table with Jackson’s stuff. He must have really tied one on last night. Good for him. It was about time.

Alexis rolled to her back as he returned his finger to her clit. He then attached his mouth to one taut nipple. She moaned and writhed at his attention. Her hand soon buried into his hair, pulling him against her breast as if he wasn’t sucking hard enough. He sucked harder. She moaned again. He pushed two fingers into her pussy, and her hips rode them for a few beats. She turned to him suddenly. She rose on one elbow, and his mouth broke the suction. “You’re so good,” she whispered. Her eyes were only half open, but he noted that the color was baby blue. “I want to be on top of you. Can I be on top?”

“Absolutely.” Derek practically cheered in delight. It was like she read his mind for what position he loved the most.

She slid on top of his body with sleepy, sluggish movements. Desire pounded through his veins as he thoroughly enjoyed her sleepy movements. He helped her as best as he could. Maybe she’d wake up more once she was filled with his big dick. She straddled his hips and glanced down at his cock. “Damn, you’re huge.” Then she giggled. “I like big cocks.”

He wondered if she was still a bit tipsy. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “We can wait until later if you want.” He didn’t want to take advantage.

She sobered. “Of course, I want to do this. We can’t stop now. I’m about to explode.” She grabbed his cock one-handed and lifted her hips over him and quickly impaled herself on his hard, wide cock. She was tight, but very lubricated.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she murmured. She slipped forward until her breasts rubbed deliciously against his chest. But her hips hadn’t forgotten what to do. She moved on him slowly at first, as if trying to thrust to a rhythm only she could hear.

Derek was doing his best not to shoot his load in the first twenty seconds of the penetration. Her pussy was hot, tight, and very slick. His eyes practically rolled back in his head with pleasure as she slowly fucked him.

“Oh, God, you’re so fucking big...so fucking good,” she whispered. She sped her thrusts, pushed up until she straddled his hips and rode him wildly. He glanced over at Jackson, expecting him to wake up at the sounds of their exuberant lovemaking. He hadn’t moved. No matter. They had the whole long weekend, after all.

Derek smiled up at her as she moved up and down on his cock. He slid his hand between them. He flicked her clit a couple of times, and she suddenly tilted her head back and cried out. “I’m coming,” she shrieked. She started moving on him faster.

He had a hand fastened around one breast, squeezing her nipple. Her pussy clamped down on his cock with orgasmic rhythm. She moaned loud and hard as she continued to climax, and fucked him even harder for a few strokes. Derek was not going to last much longer. She kept moving on him, but her movement slowed soon after she came.

“So good. So very good,” she whispered as if reverently.

She collapsed on his chest still moaning and sighing against his throat as he pushed deeply into her sexy, slick pussy. Derek grabbed her hips and slammed his cock deeply only a handful of times before a release more powerful than he ever remembered before roared through his body.

He stiffened until his amazing release finished pulsing through him. He kissed the top of her head. “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” She lifted her head.

“You’re good in bed, too,” he said. “So how did I do? Was I good enough in bed for you?”

She laughed. “You were fucking amazing.” He rolled her to her side, kissed her lips and withdrew to clean up in the bathroom. Derek didn’t know where Jackson had found this exquisite woman, but he heartily approved.

He returned to bed. She hadn’t moved from where he left her. Dawn was just now breaking, and his body still needed quite a bit more sleep. At least he had a great sexual partner to share with Jackson while they were here. He kissed her gently on the lips once more and snuggled her against his body before drifting off to sleep again. This promised to be the best Vegas weekend ever.

And he hadn’t even been here three hours yet.

* * * *

Alexis woke slowly from the deepest rest she ever remembered having. Usually she was a very light sleeper. The first thing she noticed was that there was a man lying beneath her. The second thing she noticed was that they were both naked. The third thing, and perhaps the most troubling, was that her hand was blatantly clamped around the largest cock she ever remembered handling.

The scene from the bar last night slid quickly into her brain.
Fuck
. She wished she could remember anything after being in the bar with him. Like his name, for starters.

She unwrapped her fingers from the massive cock she held and promptly jumped when the owner of said appendage, murmured, “Don’t let go on my account.”

Shit
. Why wouldn’t his name surface in her mind? She squeezed her eyes shut hard as if that would help jump-start her brain.

Flashes of the night before in the bar and directly after started a slide show in her brain.
Where the fuck am I?

The memory of the attractive man who’d swallowed half of her first drink so he could buy her another entered. Relief poured through her.
Good
. She remembered him. She’d referred to him as Mr. Hottie in her head last night. And it seemed like he had a huge cock to go with his sexy physique.
Awesome
.

Strange to wake up next to him, though. She usually left well before morning after any previous sexual interludes. But it had been quite a long time since she’d stayed over with anyone. Those drinks at the bar must have been very potent. She’d slept like the dead last night.

Perhaps Mr. Big Cock had helped her with that the night before as well. Good sex always made her sleep great. More flashes of riding a huge, hot cock slid into her mind. Her pussy felt like she’d certainly used it recently.

Now for the awkward morning ritual. Or maybe not. Had they had sex earlier this morning, or had she dreamed that? She needed to wake up.

She remembered asking him if he was any good in bed. Her limited memory said he was amazing. She felt good. She felt relaxed. The man she was adhered to like sweat on skin rose up next to her on one elbow. He smelled amazing. She looked up and half opened her eyes. He smiled down at her. He was sexy and attractive. As she watched him, a new bout of disturbing information blared a warning in her head.

What the fuck?

Attractive or not, this man most assuredly was not the man from the bar last night. What had she been drinking?

He grinned. “Do you remember what we did earlier this morning?”

Her eyes widened.
Oh hell yeah. I remember all right. I fucked you, and it was amazing.
She nodded slowly. He had the most amazing emerald-green eyes.

“Problem?” He quirked one brow into a perfect questioning arch.

“I don’t...” she started, but stopped. Her tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of her mouth.

She swallowed hard and tried to find some saliva to coat her mouth. “Don’t take this the wrong way. Because I do remember having sex with you this morning. But, I don’t remember you from the bar last night.”

He grinned. “That’s because I wasn’t in the bar last night. I came into the room later on. Didn’t Jackson mention it?”

“Jackson?”

“The guy you met in the bar.” He nodded his head and looked behind her. She turned and startled.
Fuck.

It
was
the guy from the bar last night. She didn’t even remember his name. Jackson? Actually, that name
did
seem very familiar. Had he said it? What had they done last night after leaving the bar?

She was currently wedged between two amazingly sexy men in a huge, king-sized bed. What she did remember was the show she’d seen the other night between two men and one woman. Double-penetration sex.

She knew she’d had sex with the man she now snuggled up to. The one whose huge, hard cock was still within reach. Wisps of memory from earlier in the morning slid into her mind to torture her. He’d stroked her clit until she woke. She remembered wanting sex in a most determined way. She’d climbed on top of his huge cock and rode him until she came shrieking. She’d had the most amazing orgasm impaled on his mighty cock. Her face went hot in memory.

Beneath the sheet, her hand rested on his hip. Until he put his hand under the sheet and moved his hand over hers. He then picked it up and placed it back on his huge, hard cock.

“I liked where your hand was just fine.”

She squeezed his wide cock remembering how pleasurable it had been to fuck him in the wee hours of the morning, but it was a bit disconcerting not to know his name.

“I’m Derek, by the way. We weren’t exactly introduced properly.”

Alexis relaxed. He took her breath away. “Oh I don’t know about that. This morning seemed like a pretty good introduction. We seem pretty intimate by now, but thanks for telling me.” She stroked his cock up and down. Her clit ached for his touch. She wanted more sex. She wanted to climb on top of him and ride him again. Her pussy gushed at the idea that his cock could soon be buried to her ribcage in glorious, rapturous sex in the next few minutes.

“Is your name Alexis?” he asked a she refamiliarized herself with his impressive cock.

“Funny that you know that, and I didn’t know your name.” Her hand never stopped moving. He pulsed in her hand more than once. She couldn’t wait to get his cock back between her legs. Being on top was great, but maybe he could get on top this time to change things up.

He smiled and tapped the side of his head with a forefinger. “I’m good at figuring things out. And besides, your wallet and identification are over on the dresser.”

She laughed and glanced over at the mirrored dresser against the far wall across the room. There was a jumble of things there. She was glad her belongings were within sight. She saw her wallet mixed in with a man’s wallet, watch, keys, loose change, and money clip. But she really needed to ask why she was sleeping with two men. And it seems like he already knew the answer. He didn’t seem at all like he was upset about the other guy. Who was already in bed with them, shockingly enough.

A flash from the night before intruded on her confusion. The name
Double Rider Men’s Club
echoed in her brain. The attractive man from the bar had mentioned his club with the ridiculously sexy lifestyle where two men shared one woman. She mentally snapped her fingers. That’s probably where he knew her from. She’d accidentally seen their show. And it was erotic in the extreme. He’d seen her come in and watch the show. That’s where he recognized her from. She was intrigued. Maybe she had asked him lots about it once they left the bar. That part of her memory was sketchy.

She whispered, “Do you know what the Double Rider Men’s Club is, or did I dream that?”

He grinned. “You weren’t dreaming.” He grunted when she squeezed his cock again. She liked directing his libido to her will. She wondered what he’d do if she put her mouth on him. Probably nothing. Or maybe he’d come in her mouth. She smiled internally.

She looked over to see the top of his dick poking out from beneath the sheets. She leaned over and sucked the head of his big dick into her mouth.

The utterly delectable half growl, half grunt made her smile as she proceeded to suck him off.

There would be plenty of time later to discuss why she was in bed with two men and less alarmed than she should be. And a further description of the men’s club would be forthcoming. For now she wanted to ensure he’d had a good time like she had earlier this morning.

She kept her hand secured around the base of his cock. It was still buried beneath the sheet. She swallowed him as deeply as possible, her upper lip hitting the smooth sheet with each movement.