When had I become such a damned hedonist?
A slave to sensation.
A glutton for punishment.
Ridiculous as it was, I lived for these crazy rides she took me on.
“On my way. Do you have a room for us?”
“Yes. Hurry, baby.”
I hurried.
She was there and waiting for me as I stepped out of the taxi and up to the curb, though her appearance was drastically altered. I recognized her body first. She couldn’t hide those curves, not from me.
I had them memorized.
She had on a hot pink wig, cut into a bob, and dark shades. Her lips painted cotton candy pink.
She was hovering by the doors, wringing her hands, bouncing a little in her excitement.
She wore a skintight halter version of a men’s white dress shirt, with a cute little bow tie tucked into the collar. It hugged every curve, and she couldn’t have been wearing a bra. Her breasts looked obscene in it, just indecent.
As if that weren’t enough, she’d paired it with a tiny leather pleated skirt that barely covered her ass, and thigh high boots with stiletto heels.
She looked like an adorable, delectable, beautiful, high-priced hooker.
“Hey,” she said quietly when I stood in front of her.
“Hey,” I said back. I seriously could have fucked her right there in front of the gaping valet staff.
“Follow me.”
Her back was bare, from her shoulder to the top of her ass, and my hand ran over it possessively as she turned to start walking.
“So we’re, what, in disguise?” I asked.
She shot me a sidelong grin. “Yes. I’m a call girl, and you’re the tourist that bought me for the night. Very Vegas.”
“I have to say, I am planning to get my money’s worth,” I said into her ear.
She giggled.
“I love coming to this casino,” she said, as we passed through the tables and into a sea of slot machines. “The owner is a super kinkster. Have you seen his sex tape?”
I had my arm wrapped around her waist and buried inside of her shirt, rubbing at her belly as we walked, and so it took me a few beats to catch up to the conversation. “Oh yeah. Hmm . . . James Cavendish, right?”
“Yeah, him. So you have seen his sex tape?”
I had no notion what she was talking about. “No. The guy that owns this place? The billionaire? You’re saying he has a sex tape?”
She giggled again. “Yes. Try to keep up. Some ex of his released a video of them together after he got engaged, because she was jealous of his fiancée. Rumor has it she recorded it without his knowledge, like for blackmail, but it is wild. Super kinky. Normally I hate pornos. It just, I don’t know, makes it all seem so cheap. Sex should be about losing yourself in another person, not treating them like a piece of meat you want to stick your dick in.”
“But you liked this one?” I prompted her, thinking I should probably watch and take some notes, if she thought it was that wild.
“I have to say, it was hot. Pretty hardcore BDSM, though.”
I stopped walking, blinking, saw her giving me a questioning look, and started moving again. “Are you into that sort of thing?” I asked carefully.
If so, I’d be doing some extensive research in the very near future.
“I’m not really into it, no, though I’m game to try anything once, if you want to.” She gave me her sexy wink, which I didn’t know I’d been missing until I saw it again.
I cleared my throat, keeping my head down. “Hmm, well, I never really thought about it before. I can’t say I’d enjoy hurting you.”
“I can live with that,” she said, snuggling into my side. “It’s not my scene, either. But, Dair, if there is anything you’ve been curious about, anything you might fantasize about, don’t be shy to tell me.”
That just about had me tripping over my own feet.
I was silent for a time, several things running through my head.
She studied my face very closely as we walked. “No threesomes, though,” she said suddenly. “I don’t want to share you.”
I sent her a look that I hoped she could read through my ridiculous shades. “Is that honestly what you assume I was thinking?”
She shrugged. “Just thought I should be clear.”
“Didn’t even cross my mind. I don’t want to share you, either.”
She beamed at me.
We were nearly to a guarded set of elevators when she asked, “So what did cross your mind?”
I cleared my throat, glancing around.
“Head down,” she warned, voice low.
I lowered my gaze to the floor.
She showed the security guard her room key, and he let us through.
We were in the elevator, going up, when she asked again. “Well, what crossed your mind?”
I still had my arm wrapped around her, still inside of her shirt, but I moved it out, running it over her ass cheek, then pushing my thumb high, maneuvering it around her little thong, until it was pressing against her back entrance.
She wiggled against me, meeting my eyes. “Oh, that. You can have that anytime you want, Dair. Anything else?”
I moved my finger, eyes on her body. “This dress-up role-play bit just got added to my playlist. What about you? Is there anything you fantasize about, that you’d like to do?”
“We’ve hit on most of them, but we’re actually on our way to another right now. I’d rather show you than tell you.”
She led me to a pretty insane suite.
It was multi-level, with windows that spanned one massive wall, and a pool that ran out onto the balcony and flowed off in an infinity edge that overlooked the strip.
“How on earth did you pay for this place?” I asked, studying her face. “Surely not with your gambling money?”
“Well, sort of. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you a bit about it, but first I want to take in the view.”
She walked ahead of me, and as she did, her hands lifted her skirt briefly, tugged her little panties down, and dropped them to the floor. She didn’t even break her smooth stride as she stepped out of them, and continued onto the balcony, sans underwear.
Everything else, she left on.
I was fine with that.
She went straight to the balcony’s transparent fence, gripping the top of the silver railing that ran along it with both hands.
She spread her legs and arched her back, sending me a glance over her shoulder.
I knew that look. It was more than an invitation.
It was a summons.
“Is this your fantasy?” I asked, approaching her, hands busy taking off my shirt, and when that was done, pulling out my dick.
“Yes. I want you to make love to me right here, outside, with a perfect view of the neon sky.”
I didn’t even have to lift her skirt, it was that short.
I leaned back to watch as I pushed my hips forward, knees bent, my tip playing against her entrance.
She was wet and ready, and I entered her teasingly, watching each inch disappear inside of her tight cunt.
I stopped a few inches shy of buried. “Move for me. I want to see you work one of those little dance moves of yours on my cock.”
She groaned and started working it, shimmying her hips back to take me deeper, then lifting off with an impressive arch of her hips.
She worked me like that for some time, dancing on my cock.
Blowing my mind and rocking my world.
I could only take so much, and when I’d reached my limit, I grabbed her hips and started slamming into her in earnest.
One of her hands left the rail to reach between her legs, and then mine, scoring her nails softly against my scrotum.
I bent over, biting her bare shoulder, my hands moving up her body, under her shirt to grip her bouncing breasts as I finished myself off, one hand moving down to her clit and working it furiously until she followed me.
We didn’t leave that suite f
or two days.
It wasn’t until late on the second day, as we swam naked in the pool, lingering at the edge, watching Sin City below us, that she told me how she’d gotten the room, though I’d asked her several times.
“I got caught counting cards here,” she finally explained.
I was a bit floored by that, though I shouldn’t have been.
All of the signs were there.
“It was my own fault. I know better than to try at the bigger casinos. They have people watching that know what to look for. Also, I let it go too far. I won thirty grand before they caught me, which was another mistake. I should have quit at the ten-k mark.”
“Holy shit,” I said, still processing the whole thing. I wasn’t sure why I was so shocked.
It was so Iris.
“I’m surprised they didn’t arrest you.”
“It’s not, strictly speaking, illegal. It usually just gets you banned from whatever property caught you, which they were nice enough not to do. But they did confiscate my winnings. And they put me up in here for three nights, though if I sit down at a table, I’ll be escorted out.”
I laughed. Only Iris.
But the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t find it funny. “Is this counting cards habit of yours the reason someone tried to have you killed?”
Now that she found funny. “I can see where you might connect those dots, but no, not at all. Like I said, my life is messy. Always has been.”
I moved behind her, watching the city over her shoulder. “You should just come home with me and stay there. Whatever it is you’re scared of, it wouldn’t follow you there. You’d be safe. All you have to do is stay.”
She sighed, her head falling back on my shoulder. “I’d like that.”
I bent to kiss her neck. “So you’ll do it? You’ll stay with me?”
She turned and started kissing me, her arms wrapping tight around my neck. She pulled back just long enough to murmur, “God willing, someday I will.”
We spent our last evening in the suite in bed, watching television, just like old farts.
The TV was tuned into a news station when I stepped out of the restroom. This was unusual, for Iris, but I saw that she was just switching past as I came into the room.
Something had caught my attention, though, and I asked her to switch it back as I moved to join her on the bed.
She did without a word, and my jaw clenched as I saw that it was as I’d suspected.
There was a picture in the top corner of the screen of a girl of twelve or thirteen, with black hair, sporting thick glasses and a studious look. It must have been an old picture, from maybe four or five years ago.
The newscaster was droning on about today being the one year anniversary of her death, due to a tragic car accident.
It made my chest tight.
“I knew her,” I told Iris, as I climbed into bed beside her.
“Oh yeah? The VP’s daughter?” she asked, sounding mildly curious.
“Yes. My mother was, or is, close friends with the vice president. I can’t claim the same, but we spent some time with her family, and I do remember the daughter. The sweetest girl. Very bright. So much potential. Such a tragedy.” I couldn’t keep the quaver from my voice. Her death still affected me, more than I cared to talk about, but I’d grown used to sharing things like this with Iris.
I glanced over at her.
She looked bored, playing with her nails, so I grabbed the remote and quickly switched the station, looking for one of her horrible shows.
“Is this a good one?” I asked her.
It was the Real Housewives of something or other, I could tell, since she’d watched this type of show before.
“Perfect,” said Iris.
Though she barely watched it.
She climbed over to my lap and started sucking me off within seconds.
I tried to press the TV power button, but dropped the remote when her throat began hugging the tip of my cock.
“Jesus,” I muttered, one hand gripping hard into her hair.
She was sucking like there was no tomorrow, and I was growing inside her mouth by the second.
I palmed her breast with a groan, then shifted down on the bed far enough to start inching her hips toward my face, yanking her panties down as I went.
She fisted my shaft and scored the nails of her other hand softly over my balls as I finally lifted her lower half by the hips until she was on top of me.
I went to town on her clit with my tongue and jammed two fingers into her, pinching her hard nipples, squeezing them roughly, how I’d learned she liked it.
I came first, and she milked me dry while I did my best to make her follow in a hurry.
And she did, shuddering on top of me with her sweet little cries of ecstasy.
She rolled off me onto her back, and exhausted, I crawled on top, nuzzling into her breasts, kissing my way up to her mouth, licking inside as I burrowed my spent cock against her wet cunt.
I was emptied, done, but I wanted every part of me to touch every part of her. It was much more than the drive for sex. I knew that now.
It was a craving for intimacy that made this thing between us so unquenchable for me.
Iris made me feel human again, and I needed that more than I’d ever realized.
Her soft lips moved against mine, her tongue stroking my own.
Eventually, her hand snaked down to grasp me, pumping at my length, doing a pretty damn good job trying to revive the un-revivable, at this point.
Gently, I tugged it away, lifting up and rolling to my back.
I pulled her on top of me, settling her until we were lined up again, chest to chest, sex to sex, her now limp, flexible legs astride me, her cheek on my shoulder, my lips at her temple.
I stroked her back softly with one hand, tracing over her skin as she often did to mine, cupping her pliant ass with my other hand to keep her just where she was.
I wanted to stay like this indefinitely, keeping this contact, sharing this space.
It was impossible, but I’d do my best.
I held her tight to me and drifted off.
I woke up in nearly the same position, the only slight difference being I was completely inside of her.
She was awake, shifting slightly on my cock, letting out little moans as she rubbed her tits into my chest, her mouth hot on my neck.
It felt so good, but I needed to take her harder, needed to slam into her. I sat up, bounced her a few times with my hands on her hips, but it wasn’t enough.
I lifted her off, ignoring her rather loud protests. I set her on her back and got up.
I dragged her hips to the edge of the mattress, pulling her ankles up over my shoulders, and slammed into her. I shouted, she screamed, and I pulled out, then did it again.
And again. And again.
Fast and hard, I fucked her rough, my head spinning with the pleasure by the end.
I held out until she came, but barely, and let go completely after that, pushing her legs up into her chest until I was jarring into her cervix.
She let out a little yelp, but I was finished, and I held myself there as I emptied hard into the deepest part of her.
I watched her eyes as I leaned down into her, both of us floating back from sweet oblivion.
She touched my cheek, her eyes telling me things I didn’t dare believe.
My heart tried to believe them anyway.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Five days after we parted ways in the casino, she showed up at my door in the middle of the night.
She was in a tigress of a mood, and I was in just the right kind of mood myself to indulge her.
“How long can you stay this time?” I asked, as I let her in.
She was already striding to the stairs, obviously heading straight for the bedroom. “Not as long as I’d like.”
It was a frustrating answer, but I knew just how I wanted to take out my frustration.
I was right on her
tail as she made it into the room.
My hands went to the hem of my T-shirt.
She turned and stopped my hands with hers.
“Let me,” she pleaded, in a voice that brooked no refusal.
Of course, I complied.
She pulled just my arms out of my shirt, leaving the collar around my neck, pulling it taut, and wrapping it around her fist twice.
Cutting off just enough air to leave me slightly light-headed.
She slackened it almost instantly, stepping back and letting the material loose.
I reached for it, meaning to shrug it off, but she stopped me with a shake of her head.
I took off my pants instead. And my boxers.
I was fast, but she was faster, naked and pressing against me the instant I caught up. She pushed me onto the chaise lounge near one of the room’s large windows, taking me down until I was lying on my back.
She mounted me, teasing her wet cleft over the length of my erection, sliding up it until she’d pinned it flush with my stomach.
I grunted and bucked up, jostling her. She barely budged, as she already had a hold of my shirt again, using it as a handle while she straddled me.
My hands went to her hips. I was all for fun and games, but I needed her cunt, the sooner the better.
She managed to distract me from my course, still sliding over me, not letting me in, sinking down until her pussy was hugging my scrotum, until I could feel the wet heat of her on the most sensitive part of me.
Her free hand guided first one and then both of mine up to her tits. Only when I had a firm hold on each did she take me inside of her.
She rode me, using the shirt still wrapped my neck like reins.
I bucked up at her roughly, giving her a hell of a ride.
She shifted, and started working me at a different angle that had my eyes rolling back in my head and my balls tightening, getting ready to empty in seconds.
I held off until she orgasmed, barely, and then came deep inside of her.
She kept working my cock, even after, just moving on it like she never wanted to leave.
“You’re insatiable,” I told her, rubbing her thighs.
“Only for you,” she told me.