What Happens In Vegas | ✓

11 | the partition

"The hotel please. And roll up the partition."

Noah and I stumbled into the back seat of the SUV. Noah pulled me onto him so I was straddling him. His lips immediately went to my neck, roughly licking and sucking. I laced my fingers through his hair just as the partition finished rolling up and the driver turned up the radio. 

"Driver, roll up the partition please..."

What a fitting song. 

I pulled Noah's face back up to mine, smashing my lips against his. His tongue quickly found mine, tracing and exploring every inch of my mouth. His large hands went to my ass squeezing it roughly. I moaned into his mouth. 

We made a sharp turn, and my hips brushed against his crotch. I felt his firm erection through his pants. I slid one of my hands down his chest and to the tent in his pants, squeezing gently. He slightly pulled away, his lips brushing mine as he grunted lowly. 

His hands hiked up my dress, landing on my bare ass. I didn't wear panties today. I didn't want to have panty lines showing through my dress. 

"Fuck, you're not wearing panties?" He asked. 

I shut him up my slamming my lips to his again. Just as one of his hands was traveling towards the sensitive bud between my legs, the car stopped and the doors were unlocked. 

"Come on," I said hurriedly, rushing out of the car. 

We hurried inside through the back entrance of the hotel, crossing the lobby towards the elevators. I was itching to get my hands on him again. The look in his eyes told me he felt the same way. 

Just our luck, three other people got on the elevator with us. I bit my lip, fidgeting uncomfortably as the elevator rose, every minute or so a person getting off. As soon as the last person left and the doors shut after him, I was on Noah again. 

Noah hoisted me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around him. He briefly kissed me before leaving a trail of heavy kisses down my jaw and down my throat. He yanked down the neckline of my dress, letting my tits spring free. He took a nipple in his mouth just as the elevator doors opened to our penthouse suite. He walked us to the couch as he swirled his tongue around my hardening nipple. He switched to the other nipple, gently rolling it between his teeth. I laced my fingers through his hair. 

He placed me on the couch and removed himself from me, shrugging off his suit jacket and discarding his tie. Before he could undress any further, I pulled him back to me by his belt, flipping us over so I was straddling his lap once again. I eagerly unbuttoned his shirt as his fingers swiftly unzipped my dress. I tossed his shirt to the side, splaying my hands across his now bare chest. 

Our lips hungrily met again, and I grinded my hips into his erection. He grunted into my mouth, loosely putting a hand on my throat. I was on fire. 

When we pulled away for air, my hands went to his belt. "Are you drunk?" I questioned. 

His breaths were heavy due to my hands being so close to his dick. "Yeah, are you?"

"Yeah," I responded breathlessly. "We're going to regret this tomorrow."

"We are," he agreed. 

Then he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me completely naked. 

My hands flew to his crotch again, but he quickly stopped me, throwing me on my back on the couch. He stood in front of me and yanked off his belt. "If you keep touching me, I'll come in about five seconds." 

He pulled my wrists together and tied them together with his belt. He took his place on top of me, kissing from my jaw down my neck to my chest. He flicked his tongue against both of my nipples before resuming his journey down my stomach. His hands grabbed my legs, spreading them apart and revealing my soaking wet pussy. He growled, kissing down my stomach more aggressively. He kissed up and down each of my thighs, then stopped just above my clit.