A Chance at Loving You

by Christine Gray

  I’m half-listening while Mitch follows me to the front door. He’s trying too hard to make sure I’m okay, which only makes things even more awkward. He doesn’t want to lose our friendship, as if I would ever let that happen.

  **

  AUSTIN- There

  I knock and pause, before I stroll into the suite. For the last 24 hours, I’ve kept myself busy in the hopes of when I finally brought myself here, I would be in better control of my thoughts. How would Dani be? Is she happy and still riding on a cloud of marital bliss? Call me a nasty son of a bitch, but I pray that it’s completely the opposite. I recall the words of encouragement that my friend, Zahn uttered to be yesterday.

  “But, I’m willing to play the fool if it means a little while in heaven,” he goes on.

  I tapped on something while I consider his comment.

  “She’s coming to Vegas with Phil…to make sure the hotel is a good buy.”

  “Listen, we’re old, we’ve had enough practice, why not, huh?” he asked with his own desire for Naomi ringing true.

  “Here’s to playing the fool,” I chuckled nervously. “God, I hate you, Zahn,” I laughed, before hanging up.

  I take a moment to scan the rooms, as I walk through. True to the boasts of the holding company trying to woo my friend and I into buying the property, the place is breathtaking. Even still, the company is pulling out all the shots to wine, dine, and display all the talking points. Everything is at our fingertips. Nothing is off the table in their attempt to get us to sign. Nothing but the best foods, service, entertainment, and most of all, pussy galore. I’m not too shocked to pass a pretty young waitress on my way to the balcony where Phil is on the phone.

  He nods and holds up a finger for me to wait. Giving him a bit of privacy, I lounge at the iron work table, laden with fresh fruit. I half-listen while eating on a plate of strawberries. Nonchalantly, I let my gaze roam over the huge pool I’ve already viewed a number of times since being here. Nothing too exciting until I notice one body among the number of others. Almost in doubt, I lean closer off the 11th-floor balcony railing. My dick confirms long before my eyes do that the oiled body lying in the shaded cabana is Dani. I make out the lazy smile tugging on her full lips, as a pair of firm hands rub and massages her tone, brown thighs.

  The man whispers something. A second later, Dani’s left leg bends at the knee to lift off the table. Back and forth, the man’s greased fingers move a bit closer towards the apex of her thighs. I narrow my eyes, fasten my gaze, and wait to see what type of service the guy is offering the daughter and right hand to one of the men possibly buying this place.

  “So, what you think?”

  I can’t break eye contact. Not now. I ignore Phil’s question.

  “Son of a bitch,” I hiss.

  It was nothing but a fingertip lightly brushing Dani’s pussy lip through her bright yellow two-piece bottom. Subtle, but it was a signal, an offer for more.

  “The vibe is right. I was just, blah, blah, blah.”

  Phil’s flapping his gums. I’m more interested in what’s going to be Dani’s reaction. I’m actually holding my breath.

  Get up, the voice in my mind is screaming.

  Dani opens her legs a bit wider to allow the fit young man’s large hands more room to stroke her. On his fifth pass, he leans closer, slides her bottom to the side to slip a finger into, what I can see, her shaved pussy. I’m in flabbergasted shock, as I watch his finger become coated with the juices from her body, as he fingers her on the sly. In and out, his tan digit fucks her before adding a second. In awe, I witness her bliss in the form of a moan that I swear I can hear drifting on the hot Vegas breeze. It takes my mouth going dry to realize it is gaping open.

  I shift in my seat, enjoying the heaviness of my balls and the awakening of my cock. For the longest, I’ve tried to not show interest in Dani’s marriage. Now, I want all the gossip.

  “Tell me, how’s Dani doing? I haven’t seen her yet?”

  “Shit, don’t get me started. That fucker of a husband. You know he’s a cheat?”

  My eyes dart from the scene below to Phil. I want to make sure I heard him right.

  “You heard me. The punk is fucking around on my baby.”

  “W-why? What is she doing about it?”

  Homing in on Dani below, I guess I’ve answered that question myself. Damn, she looks sexy as hell. Her mouth open, licking her lips…Jesus, her hips thrusting to the rhythm of the masseuse’s tempo. How no one near can’t see what’s going on beats me.

  “Nothing.”

  Phil’s grunt gets my attention, but not enough to get my eyes.

  “Nothing?”

  “This man is fucking bitches in their house, and she does nothing. She claims they have an open marriage or some bullshit like that. Why the fuck get married if you’re not going to be faithful?”

  “You mean to tell me…”

  My question dies in my throat at the sight of the man reaching for the thick cord holding the curtains open to close the cabana from my prying eyes. I stand to my feet so fast, I knock the saucer with my cut strawberries to the ground.

  “Hey, what gives?”

  I’m forced to play keep-away with Phil before I’m able to get around him. I jog, not stroll, through the French Doors. I’m out the door and into a full run.

  “Come on. Come on,” I growl, as I stab the gold-plated button on the wall to call the elevator.

  The system I praised on the first day of my arrival due to its speed is going slow as a snail now. At last, it opens. I’m in no mood for passengers. When the doors open to allow others, I quickly blocked them.

  “Take the next one,” I order while pushing the button repeatedly to close the double doors.

  I’m sure I look like a crazed man, running through the lobby in my tailored suit and expensive shoes, but at this moment, I can give two shits. I dance around the bodies I can and shove the others that get in my way to make it to the pool. I pause long enough for my eyes to adjust to the blinding sun and to get my bearings of my location in regards to the cabana. Hoping not to cause a ruckus, I walk in a quick, but normal pace for the closed-off structure.

  “My God,” I whisper in utter amazement of the show I peep through the crack I create in the striped, linen curtains.

  To be honest, I didn’t know what I would see. Dani being fisted by the guy? Maybe he would be bending her over, plowing her from behind…all the things I’ve jacked off to. However, nothing could have prepared me to witness Dani in the state she’s currently in. My eyes widen. With no regard to the fact that I can be seen by anyone taking a short cut behind the rows of structures, my hand gravitates to my rock-hard cock. My hand squeezes tight around my shaft to send a shock of pleasure and pain throughout my body. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep the moan vibrating in the back of my throat from being heard.

  I’m forced to close my eyes. Dani’s moans and heavy breathing is wreaking havoc on my control. Slowly, I crack my lids to watch her thick, brown thighs open wider to settle on the man’s face. He welcomes her, his mouth agape to taste her shaved beaver. His left hand moves to cup her breast. She sighs when his fingers encircle her large, dark nipple, before twisting and pinching. His right hand fumbles with his zipper to free his dick to stroke it.

  Dani takes a quick glimpse over her shoulder. Being the caring woman that she is, she assists in clearing his meat through the steel metal teeth of the zipper, then lets him take over from there.

  “Fuck my pussy with your tongue…yes, that’s it, taste it, baby.”

  The man groans in pleasure while his head moves beneath her. If this is how Dani rides dick, I’ve been surely missing out. With both hands flat on the massage bench for balance, she rises, grinds, twirls and dips, which makes her plump ass wiggle. Wanting more, the man’s head lifts to increase his reach deeper between her wet pussy lips.

  “That’s it…don’t waste a drop, you greedy fucker.”

  I blink in awe at
the nasty shit flowing from Dani’s lips. I always found her physically attractive, but witnessing her in this state is…jeering. I can feel my mind re-wiring concerning the woman that I’ve known since she was a baby. The scales are falling from my eyes, just like the juices and saliva falling from the side of the man’s face to soak the white cotton towel under his body.

  She’s close. Her stomach is taunt. Her breathing is accelerating. He must know it too because of the way he’s spanking his dick, he won’t last much longer. Rolling up, Dani switches her weight from her knees to her feet. Shit, seeing her pop her pussy on his open mouth…I clutch the linen drapes till I’m white-knuckled. I stamp down my desire to rush in to push her face down. Then again, I might let the man suck her clit as I climb on the table from behind to fuck her throbbing pussy.

  The fantasy actually has my feet moving from my hiding place. When did I open the crack wide enough to be seen? When did I walk inside? No, this is all my imagination. I’m still watching an unaware Dani. Yes, I see her staring at me intently, but those really aren’t her eyes locked with mine. An out-of-body experience? Yes, that’s the only logical explanation of me being this close…so close that I can see the goosebumps on her flesh and the peeks on her hardened nipples.

  Giving in to the dream, my fingers claw into her hair to jerk it, not gently, towards me. My anger and jealousy mixes with my lust when I dip to bite her bottom lip. Because I’m in control of this dream, her reaction is to smile. I suck hard on her lip. Her mouth opens under my rough demand for entry. Placing my hand on her hip, I follow her movements, as she rides the man’s face. The feel of her hand cupping my dick causes me to break lose to travel down her neck to latch onto her breast. The fact that I’m bald doesn’t hinder her from holding my head in place.

  Why am I content with sucking and getting my dick groped when I could be splitting her cunt?

  The fantasy is so real. The heat of her breath on my head. The feel of her smooth skin. The sway of her body. The taste of her sweat.

  “Austin, yes…Yes, finally…”

  Suddenly, I stiffen. Her nipple pops from my greedy mouth. I stumble back as if I’ve been burned. At this distance, I can see the veins in Dani’s exposed throat strain under the force of her orgasm, as she fights to keep her screams enclosed in the structure. My gaze darts downward to witness, the spray of the man’s cum erupt from the tip of his cock to run down his trembling hand.

  “Shit,” I hiss.

  Heat rises from within to twist my face into an angry scowl. Like a lazy cat, Dani stretches and rolls off the table. The man palms his face to remove the lingering signs of her orgasm from his skin. No shame, Dani stands on the other side of the table to allow my eyes to roam her nude body. A cocky smirk tugs on the corners of her mouth. She doesn’t look away, as she finds her robe to place on her body.

  “I really think this place is worth the buy,” she beams. She pauses to retrieve a band of hundreds from the pocket. “You earned it,” she says while handing the man three bills.

  I can’t move. My brick-laden feet can’t move. Robe still open, Dani approaches me. Who is this creature before me, I wonder?

  “True to form, you’re just too late,” she shrugs with a mocked sadness. Her gaze drops to my dick, threatening to rip my pants. “Pity,” she tsks.

  No, this isn’t Dani. This isn’t real. The fact that moments later, I’m standing in an empty cabana is proof that I was lost in thought. Finally, free from the throws of my lustful mind, I make my way back upstairs. No longer relaxing on the balcony, I find Phil dressed and ready for the day.

  “You okay, man?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I just saw something that I wanted to check out,” I replied wistfully.

  I don’t care that it’s not noon. Somewhere, it’s 5 o’clock, so no worries. I down the first thing I’m able to pour into a glass from the full bar in his room.

  “Well, what I was saying before…about Dani, keep that under your hat. She’s already giving me and Rainbow a hard time for getting in her business,” he warns.

  “About that, I-“

  “The time, gentlemen. We’re going to be late.”

  I’m having a heart attack. No, a stroke, or a combination of the two from the way my heart just stopped and the rush of blood leaving my brain. The glass in my hand is slipping. I know I look like a fool the way I make an effort to save the crystal glass and the expensive liquor within from hitting the floor. Dani acts as if she doesn’t notice. Instead, she strolls into the room. Dressed in a bright, floral romper with a flowing train of fabric trailing behind her, she kisses her dad on the cheek. I’m not the only one stunned. Phil takes a step back in confusion.

  “Good morning,” he replies, a bit unsure.

  “Morning,” she nods. “So,” she says while clapping her hands together, “Ready?”

  Suddenly, she stops to re-adjust her bra. She frowns to look down at her full mounds.

  “What is it?” Phil questions.

  “It’s nothing, they are a bit sore. The bra must be too tight.”

  “Aren’t you going to speak to Austin?”

  I had already seen it before, but now that Dani is giving me her full attention, all I can do is stare openly at her swollen bottom lip.

  “Oh, we spoke down by the pool. I had the most refreshing massage, by the way. I’ve got the man booked every day we’re here,” she beams.

  “That good, huh? I might have to give him a try.”

  Dani chuckles at his response while looking at me.

  “I doubt you’ll get the same results, Dad… anyway, we got to get moving.”

  “Well, whatever he did, I gotta thank the man. You look so at ease…and you’re actually talking to me.”

  I narrow my gaze, as Dani slips her arm into her father's. Unknown to him, she turns her hot eyes on me to roam my body from head to toe. With a wink and a wicked smile, she taunts me, before returning back to normal to keep her father in the dark of the secret we share. If she thinks I’m going to let this shit go, she’s out of her damn mind.

  Nonchalantly, I move undetected to the side table where Phil’s cell is resting. I wait for the right moment to pick it up to hide behind one of the couches’ pillows.

  “It is getting close to that time,” I say, before draining my glass.

  Phil frees himself, turns towards the table, and frowns. I play his confusion.

  “Geesh, your phone? Check your room and hurry,” I grunt.

  As soon as he turns the corner for his rooms in the back of the suite, I’m on Dani. I notice she doesn’t flinch at the firmness of my hand on her arm. In fact, I can tell she’s ready for my assault. With no fear, she gazes up into my face. I can’t do nothing for a second but follow her tongue when she licks her bottom lip slowly.

  “What’s the name of the game you’re playing?” I growl.

  “It’s called fuck you. Wanna play?” she sasses. “My arm,” she points out.

  At a loss, I exhale, as I drop my hand. I lunge for her pretty neck. She’s not that bold to stay put, but steps back while swiping my hand to the side.

  “Hands off,” she snaps.

  “Hands! Or you just taking mouths?”

  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not betting on your abilities, hun.”

  I blink in disbelief.

  “Did you enjoy them?” she teases, as she jiggles her breasts.

  “Listen, I know your husband is cheating on you, but there’s no need-“

  “We’re getting a divorce.”

  The revelation takes the wind out of me.

  “So, I can spread it as far and depending on the dick, wide as I please. Ah, the joys of womanhood...”

  I don’t miss the stress on the word.

  “Which I plan to explore while I am here,” she adds.

  “I swear, Dani, don’t make me-“

  “Oh, shut up,” she sneers, shocking me. “You’ve been wetting your cock as you please, but I can’t. Old man, sit your ass down and
mind your fuckin’ business.”

  I open my mouth to cuss her the hell out. I won’t lie. The banter is sexy, and the tension is thick between us. Funny how I came here fearful of how I was going to react to seeing Dani. Yet, after what I’ve witnessed, tasting her, touching her, I can no longer envision the little girl, but a full-blooded, confident, fiery woman. Why had I been unwilling to see it before?

  “You see me now, huh?”

  I marvel that she’s able to read me so easily. It must be a trait she’s learned from her Native American mom and fellow Tribal sister. I could lie, however, I think the heat of my expression and my hard-on has given me away.

  “I’ve always seen you, Dani. I’m not blind that I didn’t find you pretty…and-“

  “Pretty is used to describe a baby. Surely, you weren’t thinking ribbons and cotton candy when you saw me getting my pussy eaten.”

  “No, I wasn’t.”

  She steps closer. My eyes become blue slits.

  “What were you thinking, Austin, no filter?”

  I don’t fight to keep the words from flowing.

  “I wanted to make you holla. I was thinking of how many ways I could bend you and make you cry in pleasure and pain. I wanted to fuck your ass, your mouth…Lord your pretty, small throat. I was wondering how many fingers I can shove in your tight, wet pussy while I suck on your clit. I-“

  “Where the hell is my cell!?”

  Phil’s voice causes me to stop talking.

  “Am I interrupting?”

  There’s no malice in his tone, but I can’t deny the shift of mood since he’s returned to the room. I make a move to step back, only to freeze in mid-action at Dani’s answer.

  “Oh, he was just describing to me all the ways he wants to fuck me. I’ll admit being slightly interested till he added fucking my ass.”

  The blood instantly drains from my face. In awe, all I can do is watch, as Dani begins to walk away. I dare not steal a glimpse of my friend.