Leonard held the door open and I ducked into the limo, sliding all the way over to the other side. Brad crawled in after me and shut the door. It was quiet inside the limo, and we waited for Leonard to make his way to the driver's seat. "I take it you come often?" I said dryly.
He grinned at me and grabbed my knee, giving it a squeeze and leaving his hand there. "I try to come up about every other month. Clears my head, and sometimes my wallet." Now that we had landed, his intensity had lightened, and he seemed playful.
"You typically come alone?" I hated asking, but I wanted to know.
"Depends on if I am seeing anyone, or what kind of trip I am in the mood for."
"And what kind of trip are you in the mood for now?"
He slid his hand up my bare leg until it reached my upper thigh. "Haven't really figured that out yet," he said. On impulse, I leaned over, grabbed the back of his head, and kissed him.
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Our first kiss started out tentative. It was not a planned event, and I wasn't sure how he would react. He responded immediately, reaching a hand in between me and the seat, hooking it around my waist and pulling me tight to him. He deepened the kiss and used his other hand to brush my hair away from my face, and then trailed his fingers down my neck and cupped my breast through my thin tee shirt. His hands, on my breast and tight around my waist, were electrifying, and I gasped - feeling arousal take over my entire body. Our tongues combined perfectly, teasing and tasting each other until we finally pulled apart, gasping. I stared into his eyes, frozen. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
He leaned back, sliding his hands in all areas they shouldn't be until they were back in his domain. I scooted back in my seat also, nervously biting my fingers and trying to think of what to say. God, did Leonard see that? I glanced towards the front and saw that he had closed the privacy screen. Thank God.
"Come here."
I looked up. Brad was patting the seat next to him. The space I just scooted out of. I hesitantly slid back over, and he used his arm to spin me away from him, so I was facing the door. "Move down", he said. I slid my butt out until I was laying down, my head on his leg.
"I've got to make a call," he said. "You relax. We have a 30 minute drive ahead of us." He began to run his fingers through my hair, and I did relax. I tried to figure out what was going on between us, and what I would do once we were alone in the room, and what… Instead, with his hand gently playing with my hair, and the hum of the car on the road, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up 15 or 20 minutes later to Brad talking on the phone.
"I told you I would take care of it."
"No, for Christ's sake, don't get him involved."
"I can't handle it on this trip. I'm not alone."
"Just a girl. No one you know."
"She's not that type, too straight-laced."
I lay still, with my eyes closed. His fingers were still running through my hair. Has he been doing that the entire time?
"Look, I have to go. We're almost to the casino. I'll call you next time I'm in town. Tell Jenny I said hi."
The limo swayed as we rounded a curve. Brad gently shook my shoulder. "Julia."
I pretended to sleep on.
"Julia." Louder this time.
I stirred, and then opened my eyes. He was looking down at me, bemused. "Hi."
I stretched, as much as I could in the backseat of a limo. Then I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes.
"Are we here?"
He chuckled. "Yes, we are about to pull up. You might want to check your makeup."
I blinked at him, and then reached into my bag and pulled out a compact. Peering into it, I saw that my mascara had smudged, and I had a bit of dried drool running down the side of my mouth. Great, Julia. Really sexy. I quickly grabbed a tissue off a built-in on the dash and wiped off the offending items. I freshened up my makeup and was sliding the zippered bag back into my purse when the limo pulled up to the casino.
The Bellagio was gorgeous, a massive cream tower with a lake in front. Brad gestured to the lake. "Our room will have a view of the fountains. I think you'll really enjoy them." We pulled into a massive portico, with black-vested valets everywhere. Leonard stopped at the curb and one of the attendants opened our limo doors. The employee recognized Brad immediately, and tipped his hat to him.
"Mr. De Luca. Welcome back, sir."
"Thank you. Our bags are in the trunk."
"Certainly. They will be waiting in your room."
"I appreciate it." Brad pulled a thick wad from his pocket, and peeled off a $100 bill. He handed it to the man, who pocketed it.
"Thank you, Mr. De Luca. Let me know if I can help with anything else, sir."
Brad nodded at him, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the building. Inside was a sea of activity. Colors and sounds were everywhere. The lobby ceiling was a mass of hand-blown glass flowers, in every color I could imagine. There was a line of easily 100 people, waiting to check in. The front desk was at least 700 feet long and had over 10 agents posted behind it. I expected us to head towards the line, but Brad veered to the right and we entered a small, private lobby on the way to the casino floor.
Decadence seemed to be the theme the decorator picked for this space. The walls were covered in gold-print wallpaper, with cream paneling covering the lower half. There was a leather couch and chairs surrounding a low table with various desserts and finger food positioned on it. A 70-inch flat screen showed ESPN, and a beverage stand occupied an antique table set along the right side wall. Two attractive women in skirt suits stood along the wall, ready to spring into action if a guest needed help. Two more attractive women were behind the desk, one of which was on the phone. Brad indicated for me to sit on the couch, and he stepped up to the desk. I helped myself to a bottle of water and a mini key lime pie. I had just popped the bite-sized dessert into my mouth when Brad finished at the desk, and stood in front of me, a key packet in hand.
"Ready?" I nodded my response, my mouth filled with deliciousness. He led me into the madness of the casino.
I had never been to a casino before, but this one seemed very comparable to every movie I had ever seen. The colors were brighter, the smell of smoke invaded my senses, but everything else seemed the same. There were excited screams coming from somewhere, old ladies in fanny packs sitting at slot machines, and depressed-looking men fingering their dwindling chip stacks. Brad looked longingly at the blackjack tables, but continued through the space until we reached a set of elevators. He pressed the up button.
The elevator seemed uncomfortably small, but I think it was just because I was so aware of Brad's invasive presence. Classical music played and, looking up, I saw a security camera fixed down at me. I quickly looked away. At the 20th floor, the doors slowly opened, and we exited.
I expected a typical hotel room but should have known better. The first hint was the door, or doors to our room - a double set of mahogany doors. Next to the doors was a brass plate with 20E printed on it. Brad swiped the key card and opened the doors.
It was a two-bedroom suite that screamed luxury. The doors opened to a large living room, with floor to ceiling windows showing an impressive view of the Strip. Brown suede couches with silk pillows, plush cream carpeting, and a large leather and walnut desk occupied the room. A dining table sat off to one side, with a large floral arrangement at its center. I roamed the suite, seeing a large fruit and chocolate platter in the master bedroom along with a card. The master had a huge king bed, an ottoman at its foot, and fresh flowers on its bedside tables. The master bathroom was the size of my apartment at home. It had a huge whirlpool tub, as well as a walk-in steam shower with multiple body jets and a huge rain head. Heated marble floors lead to a large vanity with his and her sinks, and a dressing area. There was the standard toilet room (I never understood those), and a large walk-in closet. Our suitcases were already in the closet, and several of Brad's suits already hung up. I wondered if they had opened my suitcase. I also wonder
ed why my suitcase was in here, versus in the other bedroom. I wandered over there to check it out.
The second room was noticeably smaller, but also well appointed. It had a queen bed, an upholstered chair, and a dresser. The bathroom off of it would have put a Hampton Inn to shame, but was puny compared to the one in the master. I walked back to the living room, where Brad was dumping the contents of his pockets onto the counter.
"I need to go down to the casino and speak to my host," he said without looking up. "Do you want to dress for dinner?"
I looked at my watch, surprised. It showed 11:40pm, but it was set to Eastern Time, it was either 8:40 or 9:40 in Vegas. We had eaten here and there - both in the airports and in first class, and I had assumed that those snacks had comprised dinner. Apparently not.
"Ummm… okay. I'm not really hungry."
"Dinner here is just as much about the experience as it is the food. Are you tired?"
"Yes, I mean no…” my nerves were fried. I was terrified of going to bed, or not going to bed with this man. I was tired, but wasn't ready to face that situation yet. "…I don't know." I finished lamely. This suave man in a suit, riffling through hundred dollar bills in a gold-laden Vegas suite wasn't the same guy who had grinned at me through a mouthful of pepperoni pizza two days ago. I was out of my element and scared.
He looked up at me and froze. I could see thoughts flitting through his mind but he stayed in place, silent and unmoving, and I did the same. I tried to force my face into a casual smile, but my lips didn't move. I unexpectedly burst into tears.
He was at my side in an instant, his hands in my hair, pulling it out of the way, and his face was pressed against mine, this lips soft on my forehead and checks. He lifted me up and carried me to the big room, laying me on the bed. He smoothed my hair back, and brushed at my tear-soaked cheeks. My body was shaking and I was sobbing like a child. He shushed my sobs, and kissed the back of my hands that I had brought up to cover my face.
My sobs were starting to slow, and I tried to sniff them back, but just ended up with a throat full of phlegm. I swallowed hard. Brad kissed my forehead gently and laid on the bed next to me, propped up on one arm so that he was above me.
"What's wrong?" His deep voice, impossibly gentle, almost sent me into another crying spell. I fought it as hard as I could. He's going to think I'm mental. Maybe I am mental.
I had no good answer to give him, so I just shook my head mutely. His eyes were pools of concern and confusion. I felt so impossibly stupid and childish. I reached for him, and he shook his head, keeping me at bay. My arms fell. He grabbed my arms and stood, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled up, dragging it over my flat stomach and the swell of my breasts. I raised my arms to help and he pulled the shirt up and over my head. Tossing the shirt to the side, he ran his fingers down the side of my body until he hit the top of my skirt. He followed it around to the back, and he slipped his fingers underneath the material and unzipped it. He let go of the fabric and it fell to the floor. I slipped off my flats and stepped numbly out of the skirt. I stood in front of him in my plain cotton bra and panties, the tears still glistening on my checks. Is he going to try and have sex with me?
He bent over and picked me up, his huge muscles making my weight effortless. He carried me to the bed, drew back the blanket, and set me down softly on the silky sheets. He pulled the cool sheet and down comforter over my body, enveloping me in luxury. He kissed my lips gently and then moved up and kissed my forehead. Reaching over, he switched off the bedside light, putting the room in soft darkness. Standing up, he looked down at me, his expression unreadable. He pulled his shirt off, exposing a tan muscular chest and huge shoulders and arms. He went around to the other side of the bed and I heard a zipper. I stiffened, unsure of his intentions. Moments later, he was in the bed with me, his arms surrounding me. He turned me to my side, away from him, and spooned his hard body around me. I sniffled once, and then fell into an exhausted and deep sleep.
CHAPTER 16
I woke up once during the night. I rolled over and reached out, feeling for Brad, but the bed was empty. I raised my head and softly called his name. Hearing no response, I pushed back the blankets and stood. I went into the bathroom and used the toilet, emptying my bladder. I washed my hands and padded back to bed. I didn't need to check the other rooms to know he wasn't there. The man had a presence that filled a space. If he was there, I would have sensed it. I glanced at the clock on my way to the bed. 2:45am. I laid back down and was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
I was awakened by Brad's mouth. It was on my neck and doing incredibly delicious things to my body. I was wet before I even opened my eyes. The sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the curtains, and the gorgeous room glowed a soft yellow. The blanket was tented over our bodies - Brad on top of me, his legs on either side of mine and his weight supported by his knees and one arm. The other arm was busy. It roamed, skimming the top of my bra, over my small cleavage, and traveling down my stomach. When it reached the top of my panties it tugged down, and he softly swiped his fingers over my pubic area, teasing the bit of hair there. I moaned with desire and responded immediately, pulling my long legs free and wrapping them around his waist. I leaned my head back, opening my neck even more and arched my back, pressing my breasts into him. He took advantage of my arched back to move his free hand underneath and grabbed my ass firmly, squeezing it and playing with my ass with his fingers. It was something I had never experienced, and I gasped with surprise. He instantly moved his hand, taking it up and grabbing the back of my head, pulling it so that I was staring into his eyes. They were deviously playful and I swiftly leaned up and kissed him until he responded, pushing down with his head and pinning mine to the bed. We kissed long and hard, him moving his arm so that it matched the other, his body resting on both elbows on the sides of my shoulders and his body lying softly on mine. I could feel his weight and also his dick - ridiculously hard and ridiculously big - so much that I second-guessed that it was him. Maybe it was his cell phone, or some other object. Then it twitched, and I had no doubt in my mind. Good God.
I pushed on his shoulders, trying to roll him over so I could assume my normal dominant position of being on top, but he didn't budge. He continued teasing my mouth with his tongue, and grinding into me. I wrapped my legs tighter, digging my heels into his ass. I grabbed his muscular back with one hand and used the other to reach my hand down, trying to feel his hardness with my hand. He spread his knees, which pressed his cock further north and dangerously close to my wetness. He sat back on his knees, taking his mouth off of mine, and grabbed both of my hands, pining them together and then held them down with one hand, above my head. He swiveled out of my legs and laid to the side of me, my body now stretched out beside him, with my hands captured in left hand's grasp, above my head. I bucked off the bed, glaring at him, hating the restriction of my hands. He leaned over and kissed me, gently with a bit of tongue, softening my anger slightly. Then he pulled back.
His eyes took a greedy and unapologetic tour of me, his free hand leading the way. He pulled down the lace tops of my bra, allowing my breasts to be free and exposed, my nipples erect in the morning air. He ran his hand down and went on top of my panties this time, feeling the wet silk at my opening. His grin grew and he teased my pussy through my panties, running his hand from my clit to my ass, back and forth and then slipping a finger past my panties and inside of me. His eyes changed at the feeling of my tight wetness, growing darker and more out of control.
"Oh my god Julia," he breathed. "What am I going to do with you?" Wonder and desire filled his voice and eyes, and I stared at him, wanting his mouth on me again. I arched my back again, pressing my sex into his hand, wanting some release for my overwhelming desire. Is this what it's like? The men I torment with my teasing. Is this what they go through? This blatant need for release? I had never experienced it before, and suddenly understood the desperate look in their eyes. I was sure
I had it in mine. This realization sent a blaze of anger through me and I ripped my hands free, catching Brad off guard. My eyes flashed with a combination of lust, anger, and a hunger for the power balance to be restored. I needed to see in his eyes what I had in mine. I tried to roll on top of his body but he held me at bay, his strong arms too powerful. I tried to reach for his cock but he moved my hands away and resumed his original position, on top of my body.
"I want to suck your dick," I breathed, injecting desire and longing into my voice. This would cause a normal all-American man to immediately roll over and pull out his dick, but Brad shook his head at me and clicked his tongue.
"This is about you. I want to please you."
"What will please me is having your big dick in my mouth!" I shout back. Who the fuck turns down head from me? At 9am in the morning, no less.
"You said you can't come."
"Yeah, so?"
"I want to make you."
"You can't. It's been tried."
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