Cruising the Strip by Radclyffe, Karin Kallmaker Read Free Book Online

never get enough, so we keep doing it.” She wrapped an arm around Marcie’s waist and pushed her fingers between Marcie’s wet thighs.
    Marcie’s mewl of pleasure was all the encouragement Keri needed. She pushed her roughly back onto the bed. “Let’s do it this way for now. I’ll keep my clothes on and fuck you, and we’ll see how wet you can get me. You’re getting taken care of tonight.” She couldn’t stop the words, she meant them. “I love your cunt, baby, and I want to worship it, fuck it, and fuck you so good that you go on craving me. I love the candles and the long, slow baths, but I want it like this, too.”
    Marcie arched her pelvis into Keri’s jeans. “The first time I saw you, with your shoulders stretching that T-shirt, I wanted you to push me up onto a counter and have me. I’d never felt like that before. I wondered if it was a midlife cri—”
    Keri kissed Marcie hard. “So what if it is? So what?” She sank two fingers into Marcie. “Does this feel good?”
    “Yes, Keri, please.” Marcie’s eyes had widened, but they weren’t frightened or confused. Keri felt herself tipping over a cliff she hadn’t realized was there—she didn’t just like Marcie, she loved her.
    “That’s what I want to hear, baby.” She knew her black slacks were getting smeared and it excited her even more. She was sober, Marcie wasn’t just another body, and the crystal-clear perceptions of subtle shifts in Marcie’s eye color, the mottling of her skin as her abandonment grew—Keri realized she’d never been present when doing this to any other woman. But she was in this room, in love with this woman.
    She pushed in four fingers, filling Marcie completely, and gloried in Marcie’s, “Don’t stop!”
    “Oh, I’m not going to stop, baby. You’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to come on my face, then I might carry you into the bathroom and fuck you there.”
    Marcie, usually without words during sex, found her voice. “Is that what you want to do to me? Yes, that’s what I want. Fuck me like that tonight. Fuck me, baby, please.”
    Marcie cried out and Keri smothered the half scream with a gasping kiss. “Anything you want, everything you need.”

    *

    Keri finally got out of bed to close the drapes. Marcie had really liked looking out at the lights while Keri went down on her, but they were so ever-present the room was too bright to sleep. At least for her. Marcie was sprawled across the bed in total abandon to the night, her hair wild on the pillow. Her little half-snore was breaking Keri’s heart in the best possible way.
    The unopened box with the toy gleamed in the flickering light just before the drapes whisked closed. What happens in Vegas might stay in Vegas, but Keri had a feeling that the toy, along with all the things they’d learned tonight, was coming home with them.

Snake Eyes
by Karin Kallmaker

    “I think I’m in the wrong place.” Tendra’s gaze swept the large suite again as she muttered under her breath. Yes, there were coffee and snacks on the side bar of the suite’s main room. The sofas offered comfortable respite from a day of workshops and high-level networking. But the women in low-rider jeans and leather vests, fishnet stockings and mini-skirts were not adding up to the business of trauma surgical supplies.
    A door to what she presumed was a bedroom opened and through it she glimpsed racks of lingerie. A compact blonde was adjusting the cups of a violet teddy until her breathtaking cleavage was properly arranged. She shook her full, golden hair into place over her shoulders and eyed herself critically in a full-length mirror. Frowning at what she saw, her gaze flicked out the open door to where Tendra stood staring.
    That cool, critical gaze traveled up and down Tendra’s body, then a lift of an eyebrow agreed that Tendra, in her baggy slacks and badly ironed white shirt, was definitely in the wrong room. With an elegant tap from the toe of a