Hot in the City 2: Sin City (7 page)

“And he hasn’t gotten laid since,” Dan added.

Craig arched one irritated eyebrow at his friend. “Thanks for adding that part.” He looked at Diana once more. “Truth is, I’ve had a hard time getting over her.”

She cast a gentle smile. “Well, if you ask me, she made a stupid decision. You seem like a great guy.” She wasn’t even sugar-coating it. Craig struck her as the perfect masculine-but-slightly-sensitive guy-next-door, and she liked how he’d shared his story with her.

“You’ve got a very nice girl here, Marc,” he said, but then he rolled his eyes, looking a bit sheepish before returning his gaze to Diana. “Although I have no idea what possessed me to spill my guts to you.”

“Uh, the wine, I’m guessing,” Marc said.

From there, the conversation turned to sex, and Dan tossed out a question at random. “What’s the wildest sex you’ve ever had?”

Craig supplied an answer. “Easy. Once Marla and I did it on her dad’s pool table—while he was upstairs.”

Diana raised her eyebrows, laughing, and the guys shared easy high fives. “Dan?” she asked. “What about you?”

“Hmm,” he replied, thinking it over. “I guess I’d have to say it was on the fifty-yard line of the Sun Devil Stadium.”

This got even more of a response. After the gasps and laughter, he went on.

“I used to live in Phoenix, and a girl I was dating worked at the stadium. She had a fantasy about doing it on the field, so one night we snuck in.
I
wanted to turn on all the lights, but she was afraid it would blow our cover,” he added with a wink.

“Marc, what about you, dude?” Craig asked.

“Uh…” he said, grinning as if he’d been caught doing something naughty already, “let’s not go there.”

Diana turned to him with an inquisitive smile. “Why not?”

“Keeping secrets from the lady, Marc?” Dan joked.

He shrugged, still wearing a guilty grin as he glanced at Diana. “Well, maybe I
do
want to keep a secret or two…for your benefit.”

“Hmm,” she said, “intriguing.”

Across from them, Dan was narrowing his eyes on Marc. “I wouldn’t put up with that crap, Diana. In fact, I think you should dump his ass and go out with
me
.” He winked.

“Tempting,” she said, “but I’m wondering exactly what I have to do to find out Mr. Davenport’s naughty little secrets.” Casting Marc a sexy smile, she leaned provocatively up against him, rubbing her breasts against his arm as she’d first done back at the show. Setting her wineglass aside, she slid one hand up his thigh. “What’s it gonna take, hmm?”

He gave her a playful look of warning. “You’d…better tread carefully there, sweetheart. I’m already beyond frustrated.”

“Still?”

“What do you mean, still?” Craig asked.

Marc leaned back his head and rolled his eyes. “Truth is, you guys sort of showed up at…an inopportune moment.”

“Shit,” Dan said. “Why didn’t you tell us to take a hike?”

Marc glanced down at her with a reproachful smile. “Because Diana is too polite.”

“I wasn’t just being polite—I really wanted to hang out with your friends, get to know them a little.”

“Well, I’d say you’ve accomplished that,” Marc said on a laugh. And indeed, Diana did feel she’d gotten to know Craig and Dan as they’d cruised the neon strip together, joking and sharing stories. But she also suffered from the same frustration Marc did, and she wanted to ease it, for both of them.

“Hey, Diana,” Craig said, “that reminds me, you didn’t answer the question. What was the wildest sex you’ve ever had?”

Sitting snuggled up to Marc, her breasts aching and her cunt tingling with desire, she found herself having a very unorthodox urge and feeling very tempted to indulge it.

Maybe it was the wine.

Maybe it was the city.

Or maybe it was an impulse to show Marc exactly how wild she could be.

Glancing back and forth between Marc and the other two guys, she said, “I can’t quite believe this, but…I think I’m about to have it right now.”

With those words, she looped her arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him—one of those hot, slow tongue kisses he’d already discovered she was so good at delivering. If a mere kiss from this woman set off tremors inside him… Damn, what would happen when she took things further?

He’d decided a while ago that he’d misread her when he’d suspected she wanted to fool around while his friends watched, but now his thoughts turned that way again. And he sure as hell couldn’t resist her kiss, or the notion of watching Diana set herself free. Still, he had no idea how far she wanted to go in front of Dan and Craig, so he would leave it to her to set the pace.

Her tongue twined warm and wet around his and he was dying to touch her—her breasts, her pussy—but
she’d
have to let him know if that was okay.

As if reading his mind, her hand slid up his thigh and directly onto his hard cock. “Ah…” he breathed at the sweet sensation of her delicate palm stroking his erection through his pants.

She massaged his super-stiff shaft in a rhythm that urged him to thrust it up into her hand. Push…push…push… “Mmm, sweetheart, that’s so fucking good,” he said, his voice coming out raspy.

Across the car, Dan and Craig looked completely awed—not to mention envious—and Marc couldn’t blame them. It had been clear that Diana had built a quick rapport with them and that they considered him damn lucky to have her on his arm—now he knew instinctively that they were appreciating her sensual generosity as much as he was.

“Is this okay?” she murmured to him between kisses. “Here, like this?”

He could barely catch his breath to answer her in a low whisper just between the two of them. “It’s
very
okay. As long as
you’re
sure it’s okay.”

Her eyes looked glassy with passion. “I want to excite you. And your friends seem nice.”

He nodded, still whispering. “They’re good guys. And…trust me, this excites me…maybe more than anything in my entire life.”

As she continued to knead his dick, he reached for her breasts, letting his hands fall into the same hot rhythm she was using on him, molding her sweet mounds through the crinkly fabric of her dress. His thumbs lay across the exposed inner curves, so he gently stroked them upward, liking the way her breath turned heavy at his touch.

Their kisses continued, but soon degenerated into hot, sharp little collisions of their mouths, hard and hungry. Marc couldn’t wait another second to push that red fabric aside, and once he’d bared her breasts, he stopped kissing to look down. A sound of sheer amazement rose from his throat at the sight of them—large and round and tan with lovely dark, rosy nipples that stood taut and hard.

“Just as gorgeous as I imagined,” he said on a rough breath, stroking the pads of his thumbs across the beaded nipples, making her let out a hot little cry. “So damn pretty, baby,” he whispered, taking in every smooth, inviting curve with both his hands and his eyes. “So damn pretty.”

She watched him caress her, slowly dragging her tongue across her upper lip, which only got him hotter. Push…push…push…against her hand, which was wrapped around him through his pants now, holding his cock firm and tight.

When he curved his hands around the outer edges of her breasts, then dropped to graze his tongue across one stiffened nipple, she released a sigh and let her head fall back, as if submitting, offering her lovely mounds up for his consumption. He sucked first on one, then the other, going back and forth between the two pink buds which were clearly in need of his attention. He kneaded her breasts as he laved them and nursed at them and reveled in the hot little sounds of delight that kept escaping her.

Her breasts were so beautiful he thought he could touch and kiss them all night—never get enough of their pretty, round firmness, the perfectly distended nipples that felt so good on his tongue.

But finally she pushed him back, off of her, and he saw that her chest was big enough to hold back the sides of the dress of their own accord. He loved nothing more than the sight of a woman in a state of passionate disarray—her clothes half-on, half-off.

On the opposite seat, his friends still watched in thrilled, silent pleasure. “Look,” he said softly to Diana. “Look at how they’re watching you, sweetheart.”

Diana followed his lead, glancing over to the guys, her eyes shining with the wonder of true excitement.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Diana,” Dan offered, his voice coming thick and deep.

She smiled at the compliment, saying, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Craig released a sigh of pleasure. “Don’t stop. You’re amazing.”

As if the guys’ assurances had prodded her, she turned back to Marc, smiled sexily into his eyes, and leaned over to begin working at his belt buckle. He pulled in his breath, watching. Unzipping his suit pants, she grabbed the top band of his underwear and pulled it down, all the way, hooking it beneath his balls, a sensation that added considerably to his arousal.

She licked her lips as she studied his full length; his shaft lay hard and flat against his abdomen, reaching past his navel, and her hot little sigh told him she liked what he had to offer. Women usually did. Reaching down, she wrapped her fist full around it, pulling it up from his stomach, her touch electrifying.

When she bent to delicately lick the drop of white fluid from the tip, his whole body shuddered from that one touch of her tongue. He only hoped he could survive the rest—he had a feeling Diana was going to be an expert at this.

Flashing him the look of a hungry vixen, she leaned over and ran her tongue all the way around the head, twice. He let out a moan and had the urge to close his eyes and drop his head back to the plush headrest behind him, but he didn’t want to miss watching her ministrations.

Next, she went lower, and licked a path of wet heat from the base of his shaft all the way to the end, where she let her lips close over him and slide down, down, taking in as much as she could handle. A groan rose from inside him, deep from his gut—he felt the caress of her sweet, warm lips
everywhere
.

Still pinning him with her hungry gaze, she began to move up and down on his length with her pretty mouth—slow at first, then picking up speed. Her lips stretched tight and wide around him, her mouth like a wet, deep glove.

“Suck me, sweetheart,” he urged her in a low voice. “Suck my cock.”

As she worked him over, he began to fuck her mouth, just a little—both because he couldn’t restrain himself from the urge and because he sensed Diana was the type of woman who liked to be fucked in a lot of different ways.

So he made small thrusts between her soft, dainty lips, watching with awe as she slowly took him in a little deeper, then a little more, until she was sucking more than half his length.

She was perched beside him, her knees planted next to his thigh, her ass in the air. So he reached around, finding the back of one leg, sliding his hand up past the top of her stocking and onto her ass, bringing the red fabric with him.

He squeezed and caressed her round bottom as she continued sucking him. Sinking his fingers into the crevice, he found the thin band of her thong panties and let his touch slide down onto the soft fabric covering her cunt. She flinched a little at the touch and he said, “Easy, baby, just gonna rub your pretty pussy while you suck me.”

He used his first two fingers, moving them in little circles over the small mound of flesh hidden beneath her panties. She began undulating against his touch, and when he reached farther between her legs to stroke her clit, she moaned against his shaft.

Across from him, Dan and Craig both had their cocks out now, working them with their hands as they watched Diana’s skilled mouth slide up and down his rock-hard column.

Marc curled his fingertips around the soft fabric of her thong, pulling it away from her mound, finally letting his fingers explore her bare pussy. Damn—he’d never felt softer, smoother skin in his life. He caressed her outer lips, liking the feel of her tender skin on his fingers, then sank his touch into her wet center, stroking. She was soaked, instantly drenching all four of his fingers as he glided them through the soft folds and ridges of her open cunt, making him even hotter as she laved his cock.

When she finally rose up off of him, he immediately noticed how swollen her mouth looked. Still fingering her pussy, he used his free hand to draw her to him for a hard kiss, needing to feel those bee-stung lips on his.

She kissed him while squirming against his touch, but her panties kept intruding, the elastic closing over his fingers. Finally, he muttered, “I need to get these damn panties off you.”

With that, she rose up on her knees, reached slowly up under her dress, and began to peel down what turned out to be a thong of red mesh. She wiggled her ass and made a grand show of removing it, stopping when it reached the bottom of her thighs. After easing back to the seat, her sexy red heels planted on the floor, her dress settled around her hips so that her pretty, naked pussy was on display, she lowered herself onto all fours and did a slow, sensuous crawl across the car until she finally sat down between Dan and Craig. She held her legs out straight before her, the panties still at her knees, and flashed Marc a wicked smile. “Come take them off.”