by Virna DePaul
Instead, she caressed his hand the way she wanted to caress the rest of him. His entire body tensed when she traced between his fingers and she could tell by the way he shifted in his seat that he was as turned on as she was.
She couldn’t stop her mind from replacing the acrobatics of the dancers in the show with those of hers and Jamie’s bodies, bending and twisting and writhing as they kissed and touched one another.
Her breaths quickened and she felt so hot she knew her whole face had to be fire engine red. The more he stroked her palm, and the more forcefully he did it, the hotter she got.
Lucy’s world became focused on Jamie. They were in public but also very much alone.
In the dark.
Surrounded by eroticism. Artistry. Poetry.
Magic.
* * *
By the time the opening acrobatic act was over, Lucy was shaking. Desperate, she grabbed Jamie’s wandering hand and held it tightly in both of hers. At first, he resisted being restrained, but then Max came on stage. Jamie stopped fighting her, but entwined his fingers with hers.
Max did several tricks that Lucy had seen him do before. Then he introduced a new one. The only thing on stage with Max was a huge metal box resting on a stand so the audience had a clear view of the space from the bottom of the box to the floor beneath it. Max lifted the lid of the box and helped out two scantily clad, very sexy young women, who he introduced as Amanda and Tina. After Max closed the lid again, Amanda lay on her back across the top of the box. Then he handed a satin rope to Tina who tied Amanda up while swaying her hips seductively to the sound of the music. In the meantime, Amanda arched her back and her hips would rise up off the box just slightly, and Tina paused every so often to look back at Max. The air sizzled with sexual tension.
Once Amanda was completely restrained, Max lifted her and gently deposited her into the box before closing it and locking it. He then lifted Tina so she could stand on the box in her high heels and skimpy outfit with the lights shining behind her.
After a few moments, she reached down and picked up a velvet curtain that encircled the top of the box. She pulled it up over her head and completely disappearing from view. Max said a few words, there was a puff of smoke and when the curtain dropped, Amanda, the woman who he’d originally put inside the box, was standing on top of it. He unlocked the box and opened it, and then he reached inside and lifted out Tina with her extremities tied in the same way that Amanda’s had been just moments ago.
The audience clapped loudly. Once the catcalls and whistles had died down, Amanda and Tina left the stage, and Max was joined by another assistant, who he introduced as Gina. Max motioned for Gina to climb into the same box he’d used in the previous trick. She melodramatically shook her head and said, “No.” Max once again asked her to climb in, and again she said “No.” She then told him to get into the box. Max looked at the laughing audience, who encouraged him to get in. He stepped inside and laid down so Gina could close the lid. Then she proceeded to fold the sides of the box down until it was flat, and continue folding until the box was reduced to the size of a pocket book. The audience yelled at her to bring Max back. Lucy knew it was only a trick, but she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, Max’s assistant put the tiny box back down and unfolded it. When it was back to its actual size she lifted the lid. Max climbed out of the box…followed by Grace. Max kissed her passionately, like they were the only two people in the room. Then he suddenly dropped to one knee on the stage and held out a red velvet box.
Lucy sucked in a breath, and the silence in the audience was palpable.
“Dixie,” he said, calling Grace by the nickname he’d given her. “Every night I thank God I have you in my life. Will you do me this honor, Grace? Will you marry me?”
Grace covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her sob of joy but it escaped anyway. She nodded over and over, obviously too overcome to speak. Finally, she managed to say, “Yes, Max! Yes. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be your wife.”
Max slipped the ring on her finger, and Lucy suspected that no matter where people were sitting in the crowded theater, they could see the large diamond gleaming beneath the overhead lights. Max swept Grace up in his arms, kissed her again, then carried her off stage.
The audience was on their feet, clapping and cheering. Lucy could hardly breathe as she leapt to her feet, as well, and wiped away her tears.
She glanced to the side and saw Jamie looking at her with a deep, smoldering look.
“That was so beautiful,” she murmured.
“You’re beautiful, Lucy.”
Bending down, he brushed his lips against her ear, and his hot breath sent goose bumps shooting down her spine as he said, “You going to use that hotel key?”
She knew she should say yes. Knew she should find Damien and fuck him and make sure Jamie knew she was doing it. Obviously, stripping hadn’t driven him away, but instinctively she knew if she actually slept with Damien, she’d never have to worry about Jamie pursuing her again.
But she wasn’t going to say yes. She wasn’t going to sleep with Damien.
There was only one man she wanted right now.
She turned to him, brushing her lips against his ear. “You said one night. What will that entail?”
“A private suite. Champagne. And me.”
“I’ll need more than foreplay,” she whispered back.
“Good,” he said, “Because if you come with me, I promise to fuck you until you forget your own name even as you scream out mine.”
God, if she hadn’t been wet before, she was wet now.
Creamy.
Smooth.
Slick.
Ready to take Jamie inside her.
One night. No strings attached.
“Let’s go.”
After dispensing congratulatory hugs to their friends, Lucy and Jamie stepped outside. The crowd from the show had dispersed and they were alone. Taking her hand, Jamie led her around the side of the building where he stopped, grabbed her shoulders, then bent and brushed his lips against hers several times, his kiss restrained even as he grabbed her hips, backed her against the wall, and wedged his thigh between her legs.
The contrast of his gentle touch against her mouth and the aggressive pressure of his body against her core threw her off guard and divided her attention. She wanted him to deepen the kiss. Use his tongue. Teeth. And she wanted him to move his thigh. Rub it against her. Drive her to the brink of orgasm in seconds flat. She whimpered with need and he pulled back to stare into her eyes.
“What do you want, sweet thing? This?”
He pushed his thigh tighter against her, just long enough for her head to fall back in pleasure. Involuntarily, her hips arched into his touch.
“Or this?” he asked before his mouth took hers. His tongue dipped between her lips, savoring and slow. As always, whether it was wild and claiming, or like now, more gentle, Jamie’s kiss made her feel cherished. Complete. As if he was giving her back a piece of herself she’d lost long ago but at the same time making her feel desperate for even more. For something to ease the hollow ache between her legs.
Abruptly, he ripped his mouth away from hers. “I’ve got to get you to a place with a bed. I can’t wait to get inside you, Luce.”
She reached down and cupped his straining erection. “Then call your driver and let’s get there.”
The ride back to the Bellagio, where Jamie and his friends were sharing several suites, was so fast they barely had time to do more than kiss before they arrived. Quickly, Jamie registered for a room, not blinking an eye when he was told the only suite available was the penthouse. They weren’t even touching or holding hands when they got on the elevator, but when the doors slid closed, Jamie grabbed her, crushed his mouth down on hers, and pushed her against the back wall. With one hand on her waist, he slid the other down to the hem of her miniskirt and slowly slipped his hand underneath until he was massaging her ass with his palm.
No one else got on the elevator as it took them to the top floor. Once there, Jamie practically dragged her into the penthouse suite.
No sooner had the door closed behind them than they began tugging at each other’s clothes. As his mouth slanted against hers, this time hard and forceful, Jamie slid the zipper down her dress then took a step back and watched as she stepped out of it. The dress had a bra built into it so she was now almost nude but for her tiny panties. She saw him shudder as he stared at her.
Reaching out, he cupped one breast and gave her another hard kiss.
She loved the way he smelled: sexy and manly but also with a hint of sweetness, which always made her hungry to taste him. He leaned down and moved his nose across her nipples, making her quiver. Her quiver turned into an internal explosion as he sucked one into his mouth. He nipped and licked at it wildly, and it felt so good that she wanted to scream. Her panties were rapidly becoming saturated and she was already anticipating having him inside of her.
Gathering her hair into his fist, he tipped her head back rather roughly so he could look into her eyes. “I need you, Lucy.”
She was thrilled and excited by his energy, his insistence and his direct, blunt need. He nudged her towards the bed and when the backs of her legs were against it, he twisted her panties in his fist and ripped them from her. Her arousal spiked so strongly she felt dizzy. He was breathing hard as he looked down at her and finished pulling off the rest of his clothes, but not before removing a condom from his wallet.
He looked dark and dangerous, like he’d left the nice guy at the door. He was a man, she was a woman, he wanted her and he was taking her. Lucy fucking loved it.
He pulled off his boxers and his rock hard cock stood straight up, straining and throbbing. With a hand to her chest, he lightly pushed her until she lay sprawled out on the bed. Then he was on her, his hips cradled between her thighs. He never broke eye contact with her as he rolled the condom on. Then, without further delay, he grabbed her hips, positioned her, and slowly thrust inside.
Lucy felt her eyes roll back. She had been with a lot of men, but nothing had prepared her for this.
He pulled back until he was nearly all the way out and then buried himself inside her again. He did this over and over and over, never once taking his eyes off of hers. As he fucked her—roughly, fully, and deeply—she felt him getting harder and bigger inside her.
He was already on the edge of orgasm.
She wasn’t disappointed that their first time was going to be so quick. She knew they weren’t finished. Jamie would make it up to her, and she was already looking forward to it.
“Do it,” she urged. “Come for me, baby.”
“No,” he said hoarsely. “Not without you.”
“I don’t want you to wait,” she cried. “I want you to lose control. Please!”
“Not. Without. You.”
Roughly, he pushed her legs back and out. “Hold them there,” he ordered. She grabbed her knees, holding her legs wide, whimpering at the determined glint in his eyes. Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit. She moaned as she felt him thrust even harder and faster, hammering in and out of her.
In about ten seconds flat, he got her there, to that place where her body was convulsing and she had to let go of her legs so she could rake her nails down his back. “So good,” she moaned. “So good.”
He growled deep in his throat, grabbed her hips and shoved himself as deep as he could even as he buried his face in her neck and groaned. With each spurt of his orgasm he withdrew just a little before penetrating her once again, riding the next pulse, the next wave, as if he never wanted to let her go.
* * *
“Jesus,” Jamie gasped out as he collapsed next to her on the bed. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that.”
Even as she struggled with her own orgasm-induced daze, Lucy managed to giggle and said, “You were the one who wanted to wait, remember?”
“I must have been out of my mind. Thank God the waiting is over and we can just fuck each other’s brains out all night long.” He gave her a light kiss. “Be right back.”
After rolling off the bed, he sauntered to the bathroom, presumably to take care of the used condom.
Staring at his gorgeous backside, Lucy pondered his words. He’d said they would only have one night together. That was for the best. It was why she’d allowed herself to have this.
So why was her stomach suddenly aching at the thought of leaving Vegas, and him, behind?
Didn’t matter. She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t even want to think about it. She just wanted to enjoy being with him while she could.
When he was back in bed beside her, she said, “The night’s not over and I still have plenty of brains left. You going to do something about that?” She rolled slightly to one side and kissed him. He kissed her back softly and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
“You’re so beautiful, Lucy. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t think about anyone else. Nothing feels better than you in my arms—”
She cut him off with another kiss. She loved what he was saying. His words caused waves of desire to ripple through her. But what she wanted right now was more action, not words.
“Show me,” she told him in a husky voice.
Jamie grinned and shifted position so he was back between her legs. Curling his strong arms underneath her thighs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her clit was still swollen, aching, waiting for more; it throbbed painfully as he licked her calves and then the inner curve of her thighs. She writhed with pleasure and frustration, savoring the anticipation and silently begging for him to give her what she most wanted. Where she most wanted it. He lifted his head slightly so he could see her face, then trailed his fingers up her thighs, over her stomach, and between breasts until his fingers, which carried her musky scent, brushed against her mouth. His sensual touch and the taste of her on his fingers caused her entire body to convulse violently.
She arched her hips in another silent demand, but his hand lingered, outlining her lips with his fingertips before brushing them firmly with the pad of his thumb. When her lips parted on a gasp, he gently thrust his thumb inside her mouth. Lucy closed her eyes and began to suck.
His face flushed with building arousal. He watched her suck him before gently withdrawing his thumb. Then he glided his hand to her breasts and lightly brushed across her hard nipples, teasing her again and causing tiny jolts of electricity to surge through her before his hand was once more between her legs.
As if he couldn’t control himself any longer, as if he couldn’t stand not having some part of him enveloped by her clinging heat, he pushed a finger inside of her, and then two. However, once he penetrated her, he didn’t move his fingers at all. She rocked her hips, rode his fingers herself, hoped to entice him into deep, thrusting action. She swiveled and undulated until she was panting in desperation. It was only when she paused, exhausted by her efforts, that he gave her more of what she really wanted. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers. He rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb. Then he plunged his fingers back inside her. He repeated that pattern over and over.
“God, yes, Jamie. That feels so good,” she whimpered.
“Let’s see if we can make you feel even better,” he said.
Keeping his fingers inside her, he lowered his head until she felt the thrilling sensation of his warm breath against her. When he flicked his tongue lightly against her clit, her body jerked in response.
“Is that what you want, Lucy? Is my tongue what you need?”
“Yes….” she said breathlessly.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he said as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, pausing on each upstroke t
o gather her juices and rub them against her pouty pussy lips. She looked down at him, at his incredibly handsome face and begged, “I need your tongue, Jamie. Please, put your tongue inside me. Deep inside me.”
He smiled as he placed a hand flat on her belly to hold her in place, and then he bent and thrust out his tongue, moving it in erratic circles round and round. He was delving in, but still not hitting the key spot. Lucy twisted and thrust and moaned and begged, enjoying the sensations but dying for more.
He reached up with his other hand, found her nipples, and roughly massaged them. That additional stimulation was like being hit by a bolt of lightning, and when he finally ran his tongue quickly across her hardened clit, she moaned from relief as much as pleasure.
Flattening his tongue, he licked her slowly and thoroughly. He did this several times, pulling stuttering moans out of her, before he picked up speed. She heard how drenched she was as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. God, it turned her on. Made her crazy. Made her desperate to reach that lovely peak he’d pushed her over not even an hour before.
He took her clit completely into his mouth and sucked and licked her as she bucked her hips, crying out loudly. She didn’t care if the people in the next room could hear her. She didn’t care if the people down the street could hear her. It was too much, too good for her to keep quiet.
When she finally came it was like an explosion. Her body arched into the air and he held onto her until she collapsed back down on the mattress with a spray of fluid erupting across the palm of his hand. The pressure that he’d built up in her had released at last, pushing the tension out in a gush that he rubbed against his lips and then her own.
God, he was an amazing lover. No inhibitions. He pushed her in ways she didn’t even know she could be pushed.
She lay there with her eyes half closed and a satiated smile playing across her lips. She loved being in this place where she felt everything and nothing all at the same time. Even the colors on the ceiling looked brighter, and it was like she could taste the air. She rolled his name across her tongue.
