“You want something to drink?” he asks from behind the bar.
I swirl back around in my chair. “Whatcha got?”
“Everything,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “What do you like?”
“I’ll just take a Vodka and some sort of mixer.”
He pulls the glasses out from under the bar and grabs the liquor from under there too. After pouring both of us a glass, he comes around and takes my hand. “Let’s go outside.”
I grab the drink off the bar with my free hand and let him pull me along. I thought we would be stepping outside onto the terrace right in front of us, but instead he takes me back to the elevator. We go up, but the ride isn’t long. When we walk out, he guides me through another living room that has a kitchenette off to the side, and onto the rooftop deck. My mouth drops open. Not only is the view spectacular, but the deck stretches for what seems like miles. I know it’s not that long, but it feels like it wraps around two sides of the building.
I glance to the right and see something that looks like a bar or grill at the very far end, a table and eight chairs, and then closer to us is a brown wicker couch with a table to match. To the right the deck extends even further. From here, we have a panoramic view of The Strip, and the mountains. It’s beyond breathtaking.
He drops down onto the couch and taps the area next to him. I make my way to him, taking a sip of my drink on the way. When I sit, I place the drink on the table in front of us.
“This is amazing. I can’t get over this view.”
“Yeah, it’s nice. I’ll never get used to it,” he responds.
“How many floors is this?” I ask.
“Three.”
“Wow. You live here all alone?”
He laughs. “Yes, I live here alone. You don’t need to worry about anybody coming by.”
“Why do you need all this space?” I ask. It may be rude, but I couldn’t help it.
“I guess I don’t need the space, I just want it.”
I decide to leave it alone. No need to go digging for stories. This is only sex. I never have to see him again after tonight.
“Can you guide me to a bathroom in this place? I’m afraid I might get lost if I go exploring by myself.”
He gets up while letting out a deep chuckle. “Sure, follow me.”
We walk through a different sliding door and into a bedroom. There’s a huge bed cloaked in a silver-gray bedspread and several pillows. At the foot of the bed is a black, cushioned bench. He walks past them and to my right I notice a white circular lounge chair. We get to a door and he extends his arm towards the bathroom.
“It’s all yours,” he says. I wish it was.
I enter the bathroom and see that it has his and her sinks set into a dark gray granite top. Each sink has its own framed mirror and there are beautiful wall sconces on the sides of them. A deep, round bathtub is on the right of the sinks, also set inside the granite, leaving plenty of space for candles. Not that he has any. A small chandelier hangs above it. Connected is a large shower room that could easily fit five people. The glass is completely clear. No hiding in there.
I use the bathroom and wash my hands. Looking myself in the mirror, I give myself a pep talk.
“You can do this. You’re a strong, independent woman. You work hard and deserve to have some play time. Men go out and get laid all the time. There’s nothing wrong with you doing it, too.” I made sure to pep talk quietly.
I step out into the bedroom and see Jace sitting on the lounge chair. I walk over and sit on the bed that I can only assume is his, because this seems like a master bedroom. He watches me as I toe my shoes off, letting them drop to the floor. I scoot back a little and make eye contact with him.
He slowly gets up from the chair and takes his blazer off. Tossing it on the chair, he begins unbuttoning his shirt. I try to watch without drooling on myself. He peels the shirt off his body and is left wearing only jeans and a ribbed, sleeveless undershirt. His tattoos are on full display. Funny, I never imagined he had them. He’s always been fully covered up, but I gotta admit, they look fucking sexy on him.
He has a chest piece that extends to his left shoulder and upper arm. I can’t quite make out the detail, but it’s exquisite work. He saunters towards me and stands at the side of the bed. I let my tongue slide over my bottom lip and then bite down on the side as I take him in. His arms are deliciously muscled and his chest toned. I can’t wait to see what’s under that shirt…and those pants.
He pulls me closer to him by my ankle and then swiftly flips me onto my stomach. I let out a small gasp, but don’t stop him. He finds the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly unzips it. I feel the breeze on my back, and then I feel the wet tip of his tongue licking me from the nape of my neck to the top of my ass. My body shivers uncontrollably.
Jace flips me onto my back again and pulls the dress from behind my shoulders and down my body. I’m left wearing my black, lace bra and panties.
His eyes rake over the entire length of my body like he’s deciding on what he wants to do first. My chest is rising with hard, heavy breaths, my entire body feels like it’s on fire, and my pussy is dripping.
He grabs my legs, spreads them as far apart as they can go, and crawls in between them. He’s like a panther; long, beautiful, muscular, and intense. His eyes feel like they’re boring into my soul, the muscles in his arms and shoulders are flexing with every movement, and I’m the innocent deer about to get pounced on. I’ve never wanted to be prey more in my life.
His face hovers above mine and his tongue snakes out and onto my lips. They part on instinct, and I feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue glide over mine. Without thinking about it, I suck his tongue into my mouth, causing him to make a deep groaning noise. I release it, and he drops his face to my exposed neck and licks up towards the bottom of my ear. I feel a small bite on my lobe and I moan.
He sits back on his knees in between my legs, and rubs his thumb over my clit through my panties. I bite down on my lip and lift my head enough to be able to watch him. Looking back into my eyes, he pulls the black lace down past my hips, lifts my legs in the air, and removes them. He grips the underside of my thighs with his huge hands and opens me up to his viewing pleasure. I see a small smile touch his lips.
“A piercing. I like it.”
He’s referring to my hood piercing. It’s a gold bar with two pink jewels, one that rests directly on my clit.
He maneuvers mine and his body to where he’s lying on his stomach with his face directly at my opening. I feel his tongue flick the piercing once, then twice, and then he takes it in between his lips and sucks.
My hands fly to his head and I pull him closer. He releases my clit and pulls back slightly, causing my hands to fall from his head. I grip the cover instead. He lifts my ass up in the air, and my legs hover above my shoulders. I’m spread wide open. He inspects me for a moment before lowering his head and licking me from my ass to my clit and back down.
“Holy fuck!” I blurt out. I wasn’t expecting that.
He does it again, and again. His hands are holding my ass in the air, and his tongue dips inside of my wet opening then up to my clit where he sucks it into his mouth then tugs the piercing gently with his teeth.
“Oh God yes!” I moan.
He lowers my ass and legs back to the bed and stands up. I watch him as he begins undressing. He pulls the shirt off and I get a better view of the tattoos on his chest. His abs are perfect, and if I counted right, there may be eight of them. He has that delicious V that I wish all men had. He notices me salivating over him, and begins slowing down; teasing me.
“I didn’t know that kings did strip teases,” I say playfully.
“I told you I’m one of a kind,” he says with a perfect smile.
He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, and ever so slowly unzips his jeans. He’s watching me the entire time. I’m now propped up on my elbows, my legs still spread apart.
The jeans
drop to the floor and I see his ridiculously large and hard dick trying to push its way through his white boxer briefs. I definitely saw what I thought I saw back in the cab. Holy shit.
I look back up into his eyes, -my face full of disbelief, I’m sure- and he winks at me. He knows he’s blessed. Finally taking off his boxer briefs, he grabs a condom out of the drawer next to his bed and rips it open. My only thought is, I hope it fits and doesn’t rip.
Staring at his cock that’s pointing directly at me; I can’t help but want to put in my mouth. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take the whole thing, but I want to try. When I see him, taking the condom out and positioning it at his tip, I figure I can suck it later.
He covers his length with the condom, and it doesn’t rip, but looks stretched to the max. He crawls back onto the bed with me, lays his body over mine, holding himself up with his forearms, and whispers into my ear.
“Are you ready?” he asks in deep, husky whisper.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
With one hand, he reaches down and I feel his engorged tip at my entrance. He slides it around, moving the wetness through my folds. I whimper in response.
“Impatient?” he asks playfully.
I moan in response and push my hips up. He enters me slowly. Inch by inch I feel myself stretching around his thickness. When I think there can’t possibly be anymore, he thrusts the rest of the way in and I yelp.
“Are you okay?” he asks. He’s stopped all movement, and is letting me get used to his size.
“Yes, yes,” I answer frantically.
Slowly he pulls his long cock out until the head is at my entrance again, but this time he fills me with one thrust.
“Fuck!” I scream.
He gets on his knees; his cock still fully buried in me, and lifts my legs straight up. He’s holding both ankles in one hand while he slowly moves in and out of me.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he grunts.
After several more thrusts, he lets my legs fall onto his shoulders, but only momentarily. He grabs my calves and pulls my legs apart, and up. My ass lifts slightly off the bed again, and he plunges even deeper inside of me.
“Oh, God!” I yell out. I reach back for pillows or covers, anything to squeeze. His dick dips in and out and I can hear my wet juices as he enters me. I’ve completely soaked him.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says. I can only groan in response. I’ve lost the ability to speak coherently.
Dropping my legs to the bed, he leans back over me and slides his tongue back into my mouth. He kisses me deeply and passionately. I feel like I can’t get enough of him. My tongue darts into his mouth and my hands grip the back of his head while he fucks me. It’s his turn to suck my tongue into his mouth. When he frees my tongue, I feel him bite on my bottom lip. Not too hard, just enough to send a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure through my body.
Before I know what’s happening, he flips us over to where I’m now on top of him.
“I want to feel you come, Adrienne,” he states.
He grabs my legs and pulls my knees up until my feet are planted firmly on the bed. He’s much deeper this way. He gently nudges my knees further apart, and once again, I’m spread open to him.
I grind myself on his cock, reveling in the feeling of him filling me up completely. He tugs my feet until they’re up closer to his head. Holy fucking shit.
“You’re so deep,” I pant.
He lifts his hips and penetrates deeper.
“Shit!” I throw my head back, my hands resting on his stomach. He wraps his hands around my hips and lifts me up, then drops me back down on his dick. Hard.
“Ah shit!” I yell.
He continues his onslaught, then moves one hand to my clit and rubs circles on it.
“Oh fuck. Oh my God. Yes. Yes! God, yes!” I scream as I come completely undone around him. My pussy constricts, squeezing his throbbing cock. I bring my legs back and let my body drop on top of him. I try to get my breathing under control, and when I try to pull up, his cock twitches and causes my body to shiver.
“Oh yeah. You’re so fucking sexy, Adrienne. That’s what I wanted to feel.”
He peels me off of him, lays me on my back, and licks my pussy. I gasp and my body scoots up when his tongue hits my sensitive clit. He begins licking and sucking around my drenched folds before slowly, and more gently licking around my clit.
Flipping me over, he lifts my hips up until my ass is in the air and my face is still on the bed. I feel his dick slide through my juices, then between my ass. I tense up. I’m not opposed to ass play, but his dick is a fucking monster. I don’t think I could handle that. He moves back to my pussy, coating it with my wetness, then plunges deep inside. My body moves forward. I grip onto a couple of pillows and bite down on the covers.
“I love your ass, it’s so fucking perfect,” he says while squeezing each cheek with his hands. I feel a sharp pain as his hand comes down and spanks me. It surprises me, but I love it.
“Yes! Spank me again,” I beg.
“You like that?” he asks in a throaty voice.
“Yes. God yes!”
I feel the sting of his hand hitting my ass, and it only gets my pussy more wet. He leans over my back, his sweaty body rubbing against my own. His hand reaches around and plays with my pussy as he thrusts deep inside of me. I feel the pressure building up again. It takes only a few more strokes before I come again.
“Fuuuck!” I shout.
With amazing speed, he pulls out, flips me over and buries himself deep inside of me again. My legs now resting on his forearms, hips slightly lifted, he pummels me. I hear his deep grunts, feel his sweat drip onto my body, and I anxiously await his release.
“Oh fuck. I’m about to come. God, you feel so good,” he says.
I feel his body tense up and his movements slow. He releases my legs, and they are in complete muscle failure. I do my best to plant my feet on the bed, and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I begin grinding my pussy onto him while he’s completely buried inside of me, and he comes immediately. Hard and loud.
“Shit!” he roars.
I slow my movements and feel his cock throbbing inside of me. his face is over my shoulder, resting on the bed. His rapid breaths are hard, his body completely slick with sweat.
When he moves, he hovers over my face, gives me a charming smile and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
He slides out, stands up and makes his way to the bathroom. I’m left sprawled across his bed, arms and legs are every which way, and I can’t bring myself to move. My body is spent. I’m physically and mentally tired, but I can’t fall asleep here.
I see this God of a man walk out holding a washcloth, his impressive length still hard and pointing at me.
“Here you go,” he says, handing me the washcloth.
“Thank you.”
He turns to put his boxer briefs back on, and that gives me enough time to clean myself up a little while he’s not watching. Turning around, he reaches for the washcloth so I hand it to him. He goes back into the bathroom, and I decide I better find my dress. I let my legs swing off the bed and go to stand. Only my legs are clearly not ready to be walked on. I wobble briefly and then move around the bed to the other side. When I get there, he walks out.
Opening a dresser drawer, he pulls out a pair of basketball shorts and puts them on. I bend down to get my dress and feel a shirt hit my head.
“Hey,” I exclaim.
Smiling, he just shrugs. “I figured that would be more comfortable than that dress.”
I look at the large T-shirt then back at him. “Oh. Uh…I don’t think I should really be leaving wearing only a shirt.”
“You’re leaving right now?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“Well, yeah. It’s late. I need to get home. I have to work tomorrow.”
“Oh. Well, I can take you.”
“No. It’s fine, really. I appreciate it, but I can just catch a cab.”<
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“Are you sure? I can take you, it’s not a big deal.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
I put his shirt on the bed and slip my dress back on. He walks up behind me and zips it up for me. I turn and glance over my shoulder, looking up at him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he responds, giving me a small smile.
“May I use your bathroom?”
“Of course.”
I move past him and into the bathroom. Once I’m done using it, I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror. Yuck. My eye makeup is slightly smeared, my body is somewhat flushed, and my hair that was once in a nice up-do, is starting to come apart. I wipe the smudged mascara from my face, take my hair down and then tighten it back up in a bun, using water to tame the fly-a ways.
When I emerge from the bathroom, Jace is propped up on the bed. His upper body leaning against the headboard, and his long legs sprawled on top of the covers. He has his hands connected behind his head, and his eyes are closed.
As I get closer, his eyes pop open.
“I called downstairs and had them get you a cab. It should be here soon.”
“Oh. Well, thank you.”
I don’t know what else to say. This is awkward. What do you say to a one-night stand? Hey, thanks for the sex, I’ll be on my way.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, still sitting. “So?” he asks.
“So, what?” I ask, completely confused.
“How does it feel to have been with a king?” He smiles and I’m grateful that he’s not making it awkward. Only making jokes.
I scoff and playfully roll my eyes. “Oh, I guess it was okay.”
“Just okay, huh?” A wicked smile dances on his lips.
“Uh-huh,” I answer. Trying to ignore my aching pussy that just took a beating from his giant cock. My muscles are exhausted and I try to stifle a yawn that has crept up on me.
“Looks like I wore you out,” he says.
“The things women will do to get their phones back. May I have it now?” I ask.
“You can have it anytime you’d like,” he responds, arching an eyebrow. Not talking about my phone at all.
“I mean my phone,” I say, extending my hand.
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