by Anna Edwards
"Shall we get you to bed?"
"I’m actually a bit hungry. Can we get something to eat first, please?"
"Of course. Night everyone."
Sophie slid into James' seat at the table as they left with two of the bodyguards and Grayson tossed her a few chips.
"I can't believe you lost that much money."
"I think your charity of choice will like it, though."
"Did you lose on purpose?"
"Would I do such a thing?"
She smiled up at him, and he directed her through the expansive main floor of the hotel lobby. It was covered in a variety of gambling machines and tables.
"What do you want to eat?"
"A burger."
"Really? At this time of night?"
"Yeah. I really fancy one."
"Well, don't complain to me when you get indigestion and have to spend all tomorrow morning in the gym."
"In the gym. I was planning on hitting a sunbed with a book and staying there all day."
"Only if it is a private cabana I can join you in."
"Of course." Amy stopped, grabbed his hand, and tugged him towards a slot machine.
"Please. Can we have a quick go? Do you have any quarters on you?"
"I thought you were hungry?"
"I am, and tired, but I really want to have a go on one of these, please." She gave him doe eyes and a full-on pout. His dick jumped.
"Five minutes." He handed his card to one of the bodyguards. "Can you get me a bowl of quarters? And you better have two burgers delivered to the machine. I’ll have a Texan Whisky preferably Balcones, Amy?"
"Amaretto please."
"What the lady requested."
It didn't take long for the guard to return with a bowl of quarters, and James stood protectively behind Amy while she sat at the machine and began to pump it full of quarters. She didn't know what she was doing, but she was laughing. Their burgers and drinks arrived, and they ate and drank, despite the fact that they shouldn't eat at the machines. Nobody was going to argue with James. Matthew and Sonia appeared from the high rollers room just as Amy managed to win. It was only about a hundred dollars, but in quarters it looked good, and it made her happy.
"I thought you two were off to bed." Matthew had his hand threaded within Sonia's.
"Women. They can never make their minds up." Sonia let go of Matthew's hand and moved to stand beside Amy.
"You want some quarters, Sonia?" She held out a handful.
"Yes please." She took them and sat down and began feeding them into the machine.
"We spend all this money in the high roller room to look good for our women, and they’d rather sit at a slot machine. At least the rest of the holiday will be cheap."
"Shush, I’m trying to concentrate."
"Ok, that is enough." James pulled her from her seat, the bowl of quarters split all over the floor.
"James. Put me down."
He scooped her over his shoulder so that her hair dangled down his back and her legs were able to try and kick out in front of him. He protectively held her skirt down though so nobody could get a view of her underwear. He began to carry her to the lifts, people around them stared.
"Bedtime."
"Put me down this instance. People are looking at us."
"Don't care. You’re mine, and I’m taking you to bed."
"James.
She was squirming in his grip, but James was strong enough to get a tight hold on her. They got to the lift, and it opened. He took Amy in and turned around to glare at the two guards that had been following him.
"You won’t be needed anymore tonight. Get another lift." He wanted Amy to himself. The doors shut, he slid her down his body and pressed her into the corner of the lift. Their mouths met and savoured each other in a searching and sensuous kiss. His cock felt like it was on fire with a need to be buried within her. He didn't think they’d make it to the hotel bedroom. His hands wandered up Amy's toned thighs, hitching her dress higher and higher. He sank to his knees and moved the flimsy fabric of her white panties to the side, it was soaked with the scent of her need for him. He groaned out carnally and flicked his tongue against her clit. He needed to get her calling his name before they arrived at their floor and with a few more strokes Amy pulled hard on his hair and he knew that her orgasm was nearly there. The lift had cameras and that security was watching him go down on the most beautiful woman in the hotel, no, make that the world, but he didn't care. All he cared about was hearing her breathless moans of climax. He thrust two fingers into her sodden pussy, and she came. It was the most amazing sound, he needed to record it sometime. The lift sounded out their floor, and James withdrew his fingers and lowered her skirt.
"Can you walk?"
"With support."
"Here." He brought an arm around her and guided her from the lift and around the corner towards their room.
He couldn't help but notice the mischievous look in her eyes, this time, she sunk to her feet before him outside their room and looked down either side of the corridor. She placed her hand on the fly of his tented slacks. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, her pupils still dilated from her climax.
"Please, may I?" She nervously looked around the corridor again.
"Please, may I what?" His angel was growing bold, and this was turning James on so very much. He wouldn't last long in her mouth, not with the way she was looking at him.
"Please, may I suck you off." She paused, hesitated "Master."
His cock twitched. Master, she had called him Master. He needed to protect her. It had been risky in the elevator, but Matthew would have the surveillance videos destroyed. Here someone could take personal pictures. He got his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Matthew.
'Make sure nobody comes in the corridor of our floor for the next five minutes, maybe ten, but I doubt I’ll last long.'
Amy watched him as his phone beeped back with the message, "I doubt you will last thirty seconds, boss."
He looked down at Amy, who was still staring up at him, the glazed look with now mixed with excitement and expectation.
"I want you to take me deep. I’ll come in your mouth, and then you will lick me to clean me off." He twisted his hands around her hair and pulled her head up until he could kiss her mouth. "Every last drop, I want to taste my cum on your lips when I next kiss them."
"Yes, master." She undid his zip and carefully pulled his thick length out of his trousers, he already had a drop of pre-cum on the head. She stuck her tongue out and licked it off. James tried to maintain his control and not come at the sight. She also pulled his balls out and carefully massaged them. Okay, Matthew might be right about his thirty-second estimate. Amy leant closer and slowly fed him into her mouth. He was too long to fully fit unless she swallowed him and that was something that he wasn't going to try on her just yet. Not in the corridor of a Las Vegas hotel anyway. She lightly nibbled on him while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He didn't think he could get any harder. He looked down and saw her looking at what she was doing. Most women who had sucked his cock automatically shut their eyes unless he told them to keep them open. She didn't.
"Look at me."
She did exactly what he asked. There was nothing but love in her eyes. She took him a little bit further so that he hit the back of her throat and the tip of her manicured nails stroked at the sensitive spot beneath his balls. He couldn't hold back any longer, and his cum shot from his body in an explosion, he was sure he’d choke her with the amount that kept coming, but she took every last drop. He was certain he saw stars. James slumped against the wall, his torso heaving with exhaustion. Amy cleaned him up and tucked him back in his trousers. As she rose to her feet, she kissed him, and he found his bitter, salty taste transferred from her mouth to his.
"Was that acceptable, Master?"
This time, it was his turn to find words hard to come by. He nodded his head and fumbled in his pocket for the key card for
the room. He handed it to Amy, and she unlocked the room just as the lift around the corner made a noise.
"You decent?" Sophie's giggling voice came from that direction.
"Fuck off Sophie."
James didn't have the energy for teasing. He pushed off the wall and walked towards the suite door.
"Yes Sophie, we’re decent." Amy bit on her finger with a bright red glow in her cheeks.
All four of their friends strode around the corner. Matthew had his hand on his watch.
"Three minutes and fourteen seconds by my count. Sonia, you win."
"You didn't bet on us, did you?" Amy was so embarrassed.
"No, we bet on my brother. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Sis. Come on beautiful. I haven't finished with you yet."
As James shut the door on his laughing friends, he groaned as he heard Matthew open a book on the odds of him falling asleep and not having more sex.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Amy
Amy untucked herself from James' arm and crept silently across the floor of the hotel room to the bathroom. She did a wee and then reached for her toothbrush to clean her teeth. They’d fallen into bed after a day of relaxation by the pool, Champagne and strawberries at La Reve and a couple of hours dancing at the XS nightclub. James had made love to her in the most tender of ways; it had been slow and searching; he must have tasted every inch of her body until she was crying with a need for them to be joined as one. When he sunk into her at first he did not move; instead, they lay together staring into each other's eyes whispering I love you. This was what she loved the most about him, one moment he was dominant but the next he was tender and loving. She never knew which one she was going to get but whatever persona she did get always made sure that she was satisfied before he took his own pleasure.
She washed her face, brushed her hair, and then headed back to the bedroom. She happened to glance at the clock and noticed it was nearly eight am. They had to be ready for the trip to the Grand Canyon at nine am. She pulled the covers off James and paused for a minute to take in his god-like body. It took her breath away every time she saw it.
"Get up. We have to be on the coach in an hour."
He sleepily groaned, opened one eye, looked at the clock, and then shut the eye again.
"I’ll get us a helicopter to take us there instead. Get back in bed."
"No. I want to go on the coach. I’ll get to see more of Nevada that way."
"Have fun. Take Matthew with you." He pulled the covers from her hand and turned over to go back to sleep.
"James! Get up!"
No response. For a person who was normally an early riser, he was being particularly stubborn. She noticed his glass of water beside his bed, and picking it up, flicked bits of the clear liquid at his head.
"You do that again, and I’ll spank your backside so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."
She did it again, and he leapt from the bed and tried to grab her, but she managed to avoid him and ran out of the bedroom and behind the sofa. She squealed as he tried to get around and tackle her to the ground, but she was too quick and again evaded capture.
"Now you’re up, you can get dressed. We’ve fifty-five minutes and counting."
"Bedroom." His eyes had darkened; she was in trouble.
"Don't get any ideas. I want to be on that coach, and you’re wasting time." She reached for the phone and dialled Matthew's room quickly. "Matthew. Can you get us some breakfast to go, please? We’re running a little late."
James growled and shouted into the receiver, "You better get her an ice pack. She’s going to need it to sit down." Before Matthew could answer, James ripped the phone from her hand and slammed it down. He pulled her close, and she could feel his erection through the lightweight fabric of her PJ’s. "You’re going to be in so much trouble for that."
"Later. I want to go and see the Grand Canyon."
"But on a bus full of tourists?"
"Live a little. It’ll be fun."
"Debatable."
She kissed him on the lips.
"Come on, if you’re quick we can take care of your morning wood in the shower."
"Sweet talking me isn't going to stop me punishing you later."
She pulled away from him and wiggled her backside at him, and before she could even draw breath she found herself pinned up against the shower wall with James inside her.
The coach arrived at dead on nine which surprised her as, from her experience, these things were always delayed. She had made James dress down in just a T-shirt and shorts, all designer brands, but he had left his Rolex in the safe. She had put on a pair of tiny shorts and a t-shirt that was printed with ethnic designs from their trip to India. She had pulled her hair back in a long braid and topped the outfit off with a sun hat and shades. They boarded the coach and were immediately greeted by an enthusiastic but quintessentially American couple from Alabama who were on their first trip to Vegas and having the best time ever. They were working their way up the shows on the strip, and had won a thousand dollars on roulette last night. James pulled his Armani shades down over his eyes and held her hand tightly. She could almost feel him radiating 'she is mine' pheromones. The tour guide was very knowledgeable and had an excellent sense of humour. On the way to the Canyon, he pointed out numerous places of interest, including the Hoover Dam and the oldest recorded Joshua tree. He also had them all in stitches with his tales of Las Vegas life, including many stories about what the Pawn Stars TV show got to sell. Matthew and Sonia sat behind them, and she could hear them both laughing. Despite the fact he was trying to play it nonchalantly cool, she could tell James was also enjoying the guide's speech.
They stopped first at the Skywalk on the western rim in an area that she was told was in the Hualapai Native American Reserve. They all got off the coach, and the guide gave them half an hour to explore and get a drink.
Amy and Sonia eagerly got off the coach and went straight to see the Canyon. James and Matthew ambled along behind them, Matthew very much in stealth protection mode. She was pretty sure beneath his lightweight jacket he was concealing weapons, and knowing Sonia, she probably had an arsenal hidden on her. She pulled her phone from her pocket, approached the viewpoint and snapped a few pictures before just standing there and marvelling. The different rock faces were illuminated by the sun and showed all the different layers that had been carved out by the Colorado River over millions of years to form the canyon. England had its beautiful natural sights, but nothing could compare to this either in scale or dramatic style. Sonia also stood in awe of it. Even though she had been to Vegas with James and Matthew earlier in the year they hadn't visited any sights. It had been for James to mainly gamble his sorrows away and recover from being shot. She reached out and squeezed her bodyguard and friend's hand.
"Isn't it just amazing."
"I didn't think it was possible to see something like this on planet Earth. I’m so used to green expanses." Sonia had grown up in the Lake District on her parent's farm, she was used to vast spaces but mainly those covered in grass, trees, lakes and various types of cattle.
She pulled Sonia closer and held up her phone for a selfie of them both. James snatched the phone from her hand and took a much better one of the two of them together before it turned into a round robin of touristy type photos of each couple. She was having so much fun. They had needed this, and she could tell that despite it being out of his comfort zone, James was starting to relax.
"How long do we have left?" She asked as they walked towards the visitor's centre.
"About ten minutes." Matthew looked down at his watch.
"Just enough time for some Cactus juice."
"Some what?" She looked at him a little confused.
"Delicacy in the area. Come on."
She stared at the frothy foam topping on the freshly squeezed prickly pear green drink. "I don't know; it doesn't look that appealing."
"Try it." James picked up his cup and drank it i
n one go. Matthew did the same. Sonia and Amy looked at each other.
"After three?" Sonia volunteered.
"Alright."
"One, two, two and a half, two and three quarters."
James and Matthew picked their drinks up for them, and both men shouted three and forced them to drink it.
She tried not to gag a little as she swallowed the foam and then the juice. It didn't have much of a taste, there was a hint of watermelon, but it reminded her mainly of cucumber. She was more into her sweet drinks so it wasn't that pleasant.
"I think that is an acquired taste."
"It’s better as part of sangria." James laughed.
"I’ll take your word for that."
Matthew looked at his watch and lead them back to the front of the shop. "We had better get back to the coach."
They arrived back, and the guide held his hand out to her to help her up the steps. James pulled her back and snarled,
"You don't touch her."
She turned and frowned at him,
"Manners, James. I’m so sorry." She turned back to the guide and smiled sweetly." He can be a little protective."
The guide smiled, "Don't worry Miss, I have seen all sorts."
As they sat down, Amy said, "He was just being kind, there was no need to speak to him that way."
"He’s not allowed to touch you."
"He was helping me on the coach."
"I was there. I would’ve helped you."
"Sit down with Matthew and have a think. Because at the moment, I don't want to sit with you."
James reluctantly sat with Matthew, his face like thunder, and she couldn’t help but smirk that he looked like a little boy who had had his favourite toy taken away from him. Matthew turned his head, knowing better than to try and make pleasant conversation with his boss now. She called over her shoulder,
"And you better make sure you give him a good tip to say sorry."
As she turned back to her seat, she noticed the couple from Alabama watching her. The lady smiled at her and turned back to her husband.
