by Emme Rollins
The room was actually two stories with a wall of windows from the floor to the second-floor ceiling that looked over the Las Vegas Strip. The furniture was modern in style, the decor and fixtures ornate and obviously top of the line. Marble, real wood, gold, crystal, this place was a palace. “I expect this is to your liking?” Jonathon asked.
“Yes! Oh my goodness, yes,” I said. I almost felt guilty for being given this room. Almost.
“Then if you won’t be needing me, I’ll leave you alone. You can reach me or my staff by picking up the phone. The hotel is at your disposal. Whatever your heart desires,” he told me.
“Thank you,” I replied. I was drawn to the windows and the view. I drank in the view of Las Vegas. It was dark now and the lights of Las Vegas were nothing short of spectacular. I wondered what they might look like without the lights of my suite drowning them out. However, just as I thought about searching for where I might find the light controls, the room went dark. I turned and looked around. I know the room was nice but it couldn’t read my thoughts, could it?
“I’m glad you came, Darc,” I heard and I knew right away it was Gage. He appeared from the shadows and joined me at the windows. “Great view. I hope you like it,” he said as he gazed out the windows. I turned and looked over the city again.
“Yeah, I do,” I answered. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to ask him why he invited me here. I needed to know why he ditched me. I wondered what his intentions were. However, as I pondered what to ask first, Gage began to explain.
“I missed you. Last weekend was...well, it was something wasn’t it? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since,” he told me.
“Then why did you leave?” I challenged him. The limos, the suite and the view had cooled my anger but it was back.
“I had to go and you were sleeping,” he said.
“Bullshit, Gage. You could have woken me up. You could have called or left a note. You left me hanging for a week,” I told him. I remembered my ill-fated attempt to forget Gage. It didn’t make me feel good about myself but it did stand in stark contrast to the night I shared with Gage.
“Look, you’re right. I should have. I’m a jerk. Let me make it up to you,” he offered.
“You made me feel like a whore, like I was desperate, like I was nothing,” I told him. I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet.
“I’m not going to pretend I’m a saint. I’m not. I can have any girl I want. You know it and I know it. I’m not bragging, that’s just the way it is,” he explained.
“Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl. Look, I came down here to see what you had to say. You’re striking out so far,” I told him. Gage laughed softly.
“Let me finish. I can walk downstairs and have some hot, young chick riding my dick inside of five minutes. Yet, I flew you here. I’m sorry I made you feel like nothing. That wasn’t my intent. My intent was to have a night of sex with a pretty girl while I was in Reno. I wanted you to enjoy it too but I wasn’t looking for anything more than a wild night. I got more though,” he said. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to say but I was curious and my anger faded.
“I’m glad you didn’t set out to hurt me,” I told him.
“Like I said, I got more than I bargained for. I flew you here because I can’t get you out of my mind. I’ve spent the last week wondering about what you were doing. Damn it, Darc. You got in and I can’t get you out. I don’t want to either. Not as long as you’ll forgive me and give me a chance. I’ve fallen and I’ve fallen hard,” Gage told me. I was suspicious. Part of me wondered if this wasn’t just a way to get me into bed. I’d already let him sweet talk me into bed once.
But part of my suspicion had nothing to do with Gage. It was about me. Why did this guy want me? He said it. He could have any women he wanted. The hottest girl he could find would likely beg to sleep with him. I wasn’t ugly but I wasn’t Tiff either. I wasn’t...well, let’s just face it, I wasn’t thin. I was fat. All the pretty words in the world weren’t going to change that.
“I don’t know. I want to believe you, Gage. I might if was thinner but I’m not. Why not go get one of those other girls?” I wondered. Gage smiled at me.
“Because those other girls aren’t you. They don’t make me feel like you do. I don’t think about them the next day like I thought about you. I never gave them a second thought. I don’t know why I feel this way exactly, but you sell yourself short. I don’t give a damn how much you weigh. You’re a sexy girl and even more so because of who you are. You made me feel like no woman ever has,” Gage said. Wow! All my anger melted away.
I guess I was guilty of doing what I didn’t want others to do to me. I wasn’t looking at myself as a whole person, I was focusing only on my weight. Tiff said as much back in Reno. I saw myself as a fat girl though I hated the fact that others saw me that way. I wasn’t a fat girl, however. I was a just a girl who happened to be overweight. I ignored everything else about myself, all the positives about myself, when it came to guys. I wondered how many I’d pushed away assuming they wanted girls like Tiff instead. Damn it, I hated when she was right.
“So how do I make you feel,” I asked. If Gage said the right thing I was going to give in to him. Maybe I’d really be giving in to myself, instead.
“You make me want to be...good. You make me want to be more than just a singer. You make me want to be the man you deserve. I promise you, I’ve never felt like this before and I never thought I ever would,” Gage said. He was staring out the window again. I reached over, took his hand in mine and squeezed. He looked over at me and I could tell that was hard for him to admit.
“Promise me one thing,” I said. Gage turned to face me.
“If I can,” he replied.
“Promise me you won’t be too good. I kind of liked the bad boy that tied me up and drove me crazy,” I said. Gage laughed.
“That’s one thing I can do. I promise,” he said and then bent to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his arms slid around my waist. Gage slipped his tongue into my mouth. The thoughts that buzzed about my head, was this for real, was Gage being honest, should I have even come to Vegas, disappeared. I only had one thought. This felt so good.
Gage tugged at my blouse and I let him pull it up and over my head. Then he worked at my bra and after a moment, he managed to work it free. My breasts spilled out of the cups and he helped me slip the bra off my arms. Then he kissed me again, this time more passionately as he began to push my leggings down along with my panties. I helped him but finally had to break our kiss to get them past my knees. I pulled off my flats and then stepped from my leggings.
“Fucking perfect,” Gage whispered. I smiled at him and fought the urge to cover up. Instead, I struck a pose for him. His eyes smoldered. “I wondered if I’d ever get to be with you again. My memory just didn’t do you justice. I need to make you scream,” Gage told me. I blushed and my pussy warmed noticeably.
“Aren’t you going to get the handcuffs?” I asked.
“I’ve got other plans for you, love” he said. I was suddenly breathing hard. It hit me all at once. This was Gage-Fucking-Tucker! This was the guy I crushed on, the rising rock and roll star, the wet dream of a million girls and here I was alone with him. Gage was in just a trendy button down left untucked and jeans. He looked good. He reached down and unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick shaft out. He wasn’t rock hard yet but it still looked yummy. I had a feeling that was my cue to drop to my knees and suck his cock. I wanted too, desperately, but Gage had work to do.
“I don’t think so, lover boy,” I said and it was my turn to undress Gage. I yanked his jeans open and peeled them down. I let Gage step out of them as I began to unbutton his shirt. Gage looked amused and let me play. Once I had his shirt opened, I pushed it over his shoulders and left it hanging on his arms. Then I tucked Gage’s cock back into his briefs. He looked puzzled, even more so when I walked over and pushed the ottoman from the living room se
t to the window that spanned the entire suite.
“I don’t know what kind of tricks you have up your sleeve, and trust me I want to find out, but you owe me and I’m going to get what’s coming to me,” I said. Gage cocked an eyebrow as I moved behind him, dragging my long fingernail across his chest and over his shoulder. I pulled his shirt down to his wrists and then wrapped it around his forearms and snugged it tight with a knot. I’m sure he could have wiggled loose but I don’t think he wanted to.
“Good girl. You got me. Now what?” he asked. Damn, I loved it when he called me a good girl. I took his arm and led him to the ottoman. I stood inches from Gage and dragged my nails up his thighs, over the raging erection trapped in his briefs, up past his defined stomach and then his broad chest. That little trip caused Gage to shudder. I clamped my hands on his shoulders and then pushed Gage to his knees. I sat on the ottoman and leaned back on my elbows, lifted my shapely legs in the air and spread them wide.
“Get to work, love. My pussy aches for your tongue. You do a good job and I might let you fuck it,” I said. Gage laughed breathlessly.
“And what if I don’t?” he asked.
“You don’t want to know,” I replied. I honestly had no idea. I really didn’t expect Gage to do anything besides leave me weak and panting. He was going to get to fuck me no matter what but he didn’t need to know that. It was a game and I was having fun playing it. “Now, get to work. For your sake, I hope you eat pussy like a rock star,” I told him and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he said and bent between my legs. I felt his warm breath just before his tongue swept up through my pink folds. I sighed as Gage served me, his hands bound and essentially helpless. A girl could get used to this, the Empress Suite, limousines, naked rock stars eating her pussy on demand.
“Make me come, Tucker! You want to fuck that pussy, you better make me come and quick,” I demanded. Gage smiled as he bore down and began working on my hot nub. Oh yeah, that was the stuff. I felt my excitement build and before I knew it, I was riding the edge of bliss. I resisted the urge to explode, both to let the tension build along with my satisfaction and to make Gage work for it. I balanced on the precipice for as long as I could stand but Gage’s firm attention was too much.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed as the excitement overwhelmed me and a wave of intense pleasure consumed me. Gage didn’t let up as I weathered the welcome storm. As the skies cleared in my head, I looked out over Las Vegas. I’d always loved rock and roll, the way the music made me feel, the lifestyle, all of it. I’d never really experienced the sexual side of it though. Sex and rock and roll seemed to go together for so many people. Now I knew why.
“Wait here,” I said. Gage stared after me as I got up from the ottoman and walked off. “This is the Empress Suite. Doesn’t it have a fucking radio?” I asked of no one in particular after looking about the suite for a moment.
“The tablet on the counter,” Gage told me. I found it and once I touched it, the screen it lit up. I saw what I wanted and I zipped through the menus until I found exactly what I was looking for. I set the tablet down, hit play and slid the volume control all the way to the left. A moment later, rock and roll shook the suite. I walked back to the ottoman, dancing and singing the whole way. Gage watched and the look in his eyes made me feel so sexy. His eyes narrowed and I could tell he was pondering something. I lay back down and reclined on my elbows and lifted my legs into the air again.
“That’s better!” I said and reached out and pulled Gage’s head between my legs again and snuggled my hips up against his amused grin. Whatever he was thinking could wait. Gage went to work and had me riding the edge again. I churned my hips in time with the pounding rock music and before I knew it, I was caught up in the ravages of pleasure. Gage performed miracles with his lips, tongues and teeth between my creamy thighs. I luxuriated in Gage’s expert attention. Yeah, I could get used to this.
Gage pushed me to the edge and over it time and time again. My hips were rocking to their own rhythm after a while and each orgasm was more delicious than the last. I shrieked and squealed as Gage dutifully ate my hot, swollen pussy. His face was covered with my juices and his dark eyes gazed up at me. I reached down and pulled his face in even tighter. I wasn’t sure if Gage would truly earn a good fucking but he was going above and beyond.
“I can’t tie knots for shit. Get one of those hands free and get a finger inside me,” I demanded. Gage didn’t even have to try and his hands were free. He held them behind his back as if he was bound for my benefit. Suddenly, two fingers slid into my slippery haven and began trusting roughly. I way past soft and gentle. But Gage lifted his head and I was about to order him back to work but he wet the middle finger of his other hand and began massaging my dirty pink flower.
Gage went back to work with his mouth and soon his finger was working its way in my back door as the two from his other hand had found that magic spot inside my pussy. Holy fuck! My excitement pushed right past ten on the volume scale. There was no edge to ride this time, just a gaping chasm of ecstasy that I tumbled into head first. My body went rigid as Gage hit every pleasure center and I lost the ability to even scream. I felt the pressure build, the pleasure consume me and then I exploded.
I expelled a warm, wet torrent that Gage was barely able to avoid. The window took the full blast and was left covered in my ejaculate like rain drops after a storm. I shrieked and tried to get away. The sensations were just too much but Gage wrapped his hands around my plush thighs and held me firm. He used one hand to rub my clit as his tongue sank into my warm tunnel. I wailed as another wave of amazing urgency took me.
The orgasm tore at my soul, deep and powerful. I could barely stand it. I tried to resist, knowing what was coming, but I was powerless. Suddenly, Gage dodged the coming flood as my body clenched. I screamed in complete and utter euphoria as another stream of my warm, musky nectar splattered the picture window. I pushed the man away and looked at him as my body shuddered and shook. I felt as if I’d grabbed a live wire.
“You’re fucking evil!” I finally spat out. Gage chuckled at my assessment.
“So, I take it you consider that adequate?” he teased. I sat up and felt woozy. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs.
“Jesus H. Christ! I’ve never done that. I didn’t even know I could do that,” I said and grabbed Gage’s head, planted my lips on his and stabbed my tongue into his mouth as I reached down and pulled the waist band of his briefs down. His iron shaft sprang free and I began stroking it furiously. I didn’t stop and I didn’t let go of Gage’s head. I fucked his mouth with my tongue as I jerked him. Gage began to struggled and groan. Still I didn’t stop sliding my hand along his length.
Suddenly he stiffened and his cock swelled in my hand. I immediately stopped stroking and I felt him twitch futilely as his own climax died. I grasped his hair and pulled Gage’s head back. He had wild look in his eye. “Good boy. Yeah, that was adequate enough,” I said, got to my feet and walked over the to the glass wall. I was naked for all of Las Vegas to see, though I doubt they could fifty stories in the air. Didn’t matter, it still felt naughty. I placed my hands on the glass and pushed my ass towards Gage as I noticed the pool of my torrent on the marble floor. Damn!
“Come get your prize,” I said. I expected him to slip his thick manhood into my sopping pussy but instead, Gage came to me, dropped to his knees and spread my ass wide. His fingers kneaded my succulent globes as he began eating my pink rosette with as much gusto as he did my bare mound. I inhaled sharply as his tongue swept through my dark alley and zeroed in on my back door. “Oh, you are evil,” I told Gage breathlessly and his eyes flashed up to meet mine as I watched over my shoulder.
Gage got me good and wet and soon his tongue was snaked inside and tickling my nether region. That felt flat out amazing. I began slowly churning my hips to the rock music that still blared through unseen speakers as Gage prepared me to take his big, meaty tool. I wanted badly
to reach between my legs and touch myself, but I forced myself to wait instead. Gage got to his feet behind me and worked a finger into my naughty hole. I sighed as he wiggled it within. He pressed closed and sucked my earlobe. Evil!
“You want my cock in your sexy, fat ass? Beg for it, you sexy bitch,” Gage urged. His free hand grasped my breast and squeezed as his tongue traced my ear.
“Please fuck my ass, Gage. I need your cock in me and I want it hard and fast. Make me scream, make me cry, make me pass out. Fuck my big, sexy ass like the rock star you are, Gage. I’m glad I make you want to be good but right now, I need you to be bad. Really bad! Come on, bad boy. Rock my fucking world,” I whispered harshly but Gage was already pushing into me. Oh fuck! I was so tight but I desperately wanted him buried in my butt.
Gage didn’t disappoint. He pressed the issue and I bore down as he pushed his way in. It hurt some and that made the forbidden act seem all the better. Suddenly I felt his entire length impale me as his hips pressed against my abundant backside. That was fabulous enough but when he withdrew and left just the head of his cock in me, I almost collapsed. I was shaking with anticipation as Gage made me wait. Now both of his hands were kneading my fluffy breasts as he wiggled his tongue in my ear.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” I pleaded. Gage didn’t answer but moved down and bit my neck as he plunged his cock into my ass. I squealed in dirty delight as he proceeded to pound my ass, squeeze my tits and suck my neck like a man possessed. I held myself with both hands pressed against the glass but it was a losing battle. Gage brought his hands down and dug his fingers into my lavish hips as his thrusts moved me closer and closer the window. Finally, I gave in as my face and breasts pressed up against the glass and I had a fantastic view if the boulevard below. Evil!
“Nice view isn’t it, love,” Gage teased. I looked back as he hammered away at my willing hole and since I wasn’t using my hands any longer, I reached back and slapped my ass and spread my ass cheeks wide. I just hoped the glass was stronger than it looked. I didn’t have to wait long though as Gage pulled from me, spun me around and slipped his tongue into my mouth as he walked me towards the ottoman. I tumbled onto it and Gage was on top of me in an instant.