I’m at the Bellagio. Get here as soon as you can.
“Has he messaged you?” James asked.
“Yes.” I knew I had a big grin on my face. “I’m going to his hotel.”
We checked into our hotel, got our room keys and headed to the lifts.
“I guess I won’t see you these next couple of days?”
“In the best possible way, I hope not.” I laughed and gave him a hug as he headed to his room.
“Give me your spare key card in case I need to get into your room for any reason. And tell me what room you’re in at the Bellagio, okay?”
It made sense to let him know where I was, so I handed my spare key card over and promised as soon as I knew I would text him.
I rushed to my room and threw the suitcase on the bed. I contemplated a nap, but Antonio sent me a picture of him on the bed in a dressing gown, which made my mind up. I had a quick shower, dressed, grabbed the second bag I’d packed for going to his hotel, and left my room.
Chapter Twelve
The Bellagio was a twenty-minute walk, but I ended up running as much as I could. I didn’t want to waste a moment. I was hot and sweaty by the time I got inside the air-conditioned hotel. There was time to freshen up, so I went into the toilet, then messaged Antonio when I was ready.
I’m here at the Bellagio.
Daniel at the concierge desk has an envelope for you. Give him my name, Antonio Baldini and say you’re Max. Room 25020. He’ll tell you where to go.
There was only one man at the concierge desk and I was relieved that his name tag read Daniel. He looked me up and down as I told him who I was. With a smirk, as though he knew, he handed over an envelope with my name on it and told me where to go. I thanked him, and only when I was in the lift did I think to give him a tip. It was too late now, and the thought of Antonio in the robe was enough to stop me going back.
In the lift, I texted James to let him know the room number, and took my time walking there so I could make sure he got it. He replied with a smiley face and told me to be careful.
Antonio’s room was in the middle of the hall, and I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door, and then listened for movement. Nothing happened, and even though I didn’t want to let myself in, I guessed that was why I had a key. I tapped the key card and opened the door. The room was so much bigger than mine at Treasure Island, and it didn’t overlook the motorway like mine did.
“Antonio,” I called out when I didn’t find him on the bed, like his earlier picture had indicated he would be.
The bathroom door was closed, and I presumed he may not have heard me. I shouted out to him that I was here and set my bag down and walked over to the window. He’d gotten a great room. I could see the Paris hotel opposite, with the faux Eiffel Tower lit up for everyone to see. The other hotels had their lights on too, and I could make out Planet Hollywood to the right, but it was the Bellagio’s fountains which grabbed my attention. I couldn’t hear the music, but I knew the show was in full swing with the way the lake was lit up and the jets of water that were spraying up in different directions. Even after all this time, the strip and the fountains were a sight to be seen.
His hand made me jump as he slid it around my waist and hugged me.
“You smell good,” he whispered into my ear.
The vibration of his voice sent shivers through my body and I rested my head on his shoulder. He twisted me round so we were face-to-face, nose-to-nose.
“Hi.” I breathed out and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“You took too long,” Antonio said.
“Sorry, I did run, but got sweaty. I needed to freshen up.”
“Why? You’re going to get hot and sweaty again in a few minutes.”
My breath hitched in my throat as he cocked his head and moved his lips to mine. It started slow then picked up speed as though we couldn’t get enough of each other, then it gave way to something soft and tender. I didn’t understand why we stopped kissing, but then he looked in my eyes and he hugged me.
“Missed you,” he said in my ear.
His words melted me, and I had to look in his eyes to see if what he was saying was true. He held me in his eyes before he kissed me again. This time it went from soft and tender to fast and furious. His hands tugged at my clothes until he had my shirt over my head and jeans unfastened.
I dispersed of my jeans and stood in my boxer briefs. Antonio went to take them down too, but I stopped him and undid his dressing gown. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath except his hard-on, which he shook about for emphasis. I pumped his cock a couple of times and dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He groaned as I took him all in, raking my hands up and down his hairy legs.
“Max,” he growled. Antonio pulled me off his cock with an audible pop, lifted me up and pulled my underwear down in one movement. He sucked my cock, sending my eyes into the back of my head as he massaged my balls at the same time.
“Antonio.” I cried out his name. Any more and I would explode too early. I stepped away from him, and he narrowed his eyes.
“Bed, now,” he said.
I never considered myself someone who took orders, but his words did something to me, and I needed to obey him.
The bed was a lot bigger than in LA, and so much softer. I lost my footing as I scrambled to get on to all fours.
“No, turn around. I want to see you.”
It took me a moment to recognise what he had said. Not because of his accent, the words were clear. It was the sentiment. Sex was always random for me. I’d never had anyone who wanted me for more than my arse.
When I turned around, his eyes were smouldering. He wanted me, not for my job, not to get his end away. He wanted me. I lay back and pushed myself up the bed so my head was on the pillows. Antonio climbed onto the bed and took his time as he ventured up my body. He left a trail of kisses up my legs, around my cock – which begged for more attention – up my stomach, and finally to my mouth.
We kissed for a long time, his hand went up and down as he caressed my body, but I needed more. I squeezed his nipples and enjoyed his groan in my mouth. When I pinched them once more, the groan turned into a growl. He nuzzled at my neck and pushed himself up from the bed and reached over to the bedside cabinet and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube. He rolled one on and lubed himself. The motion had me reaching for my own cock to mirror the action. He squirted more lube onto his fingers and scooted over to me on the bed. The cool, silky lube made me shiver, but it was pleasurable when he pressed at my hole with one finger and then two to get me ready.
“Now,” I whispered.
He followed my command this time and lined his cock up with my arse. We sighed together as his head pressed into me, and then gasped as he went all the way in. Slow thoughtful strokes were followed by powerful strong thrusts. I was seeing stars but couldn’t do anything but grip the sheets for something to hold onto. Then it happened. The pressure built in my balls, yet I couldn’t get my hand to my cock quick enough. I cried in ecstasy as I exploded over my chest. Antonio thrusted into me even harder, sending my orgasm up a notch as he grunted, slowed his thrusts, and finally dropped on top of me with a kiss.
We kissed for a while, enjoying the post-coital bliss of our orgasms until I shivered. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t a feeling I was used to. It was contentment. He pushed up from me and disposed of the condom.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
I got off the bed, easier than when I’d got on, and followed him into the bathroom. A giggle escaped me.
“What’s so funny?”
“This is where we first, you know.”
“Oh yeah. We’ll do it in here too. The shower has enough space for the rugby team.”
“I hope you’ve not invited them?”
“No. There’s no way I am sharing you with anyone.”
And didn’t that make my knees give out.
We took our time lathering each other, and I got to explor
e his body. My hands traced the contours of his muscles along with the various scrapes and bruises he had. Each one had a story, and I loved how he told me about each one. I turned him around so I could explore his back and traced my hands up and down before I dropped to my knees and massaged his arse. My finger slipped between his cheeks, but he clenched them so tight I couldn’t move.
“It doesn’t do anything for me, not there.”
“Really? Even with this?” I drew my finger back and manoeuvred my cock so it prodded at his entrance.
“Nope, nothing.” He laughed.
Determined to have some fun with him, I dropped to my knees and knocked at his thighs until he did what I wanted and parted his legs. It was enough for me to try something, enough for me to gauge what I could do with him. I massaged his bum again, parted his cheeks and blew air at his hole. A giggle escaped him and that was all I needed. As soon as my tongue hit his hole he gasped and then moaned. I continued to lap at him, massaging his arse cheeks until he relaxed and my tongue went in.
His sounds were a mixture of muffled laughter and groans of pleasure. I continued at it, not surprised when he pushed his arse into my face and started to wank himself. His actions set me off and I tugged at my cock, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold on as I pumped as furiously as I licked at him. When I settled into a rhythm, he clenched his arse together then turned around. His eyes were hot and dark as he looked down at me. The way he pumped at his cock made me beat double fast until he cried out and came over my body. I arched back in pleasure and let go over the floor of the shower.
“That was hot.” His body jerked as the last of his orgasm left him.
The feeling in my legs was gone, and he had to grab me under the elbows to get me to my feet. Antonio took a flannel and washed what was left of him on me and put a hand around my head and kissed me. It was long, sensual and even though our cocks stirred, we only needed to kiss.
I’m not sure who turned off the shower, how we dried or when we got into bed, but I fell asleep in his arms and didn’t move.
I woke sometime later to muffled voices and the door closing.
“Antonio?” I called out.
“I got room service. I didn’t know what you wanted but thought you might be hungry.”
“What time is it?”
“Just gone eight.”
“Sorry, my body clock is always out of whack. I sleep when I need to.”
“It’s okay, bello. I needed a nap too.”
My body tingled when he said bello. I knew it meant handsome, and it made me happy to think he had a name for me already.
“What did you order?”
“Steak, fries, salad and some chicken. Fruit too.”
I got out of bed and put on the dressing gown Antonio had been wearing earlier. He had gotten dressed at some point and was in a T-shirt and shorts. It didn’t look right on him so I undressed him. I was pleased to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Get me a dressing gown, there’s one in the bathroom.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“What?” His eyes darted around my face, then his mouth widened into a big smile. “Oh, my manners, sorry, bello. Now.”
I faked a shocked face but got him the dressing gown and put it on him. He thanked me with a kiss and then the actual word. He put the plates on the table and motioned for me to sit.
We clinked glasses of water and tucked into the food. He asked me about the flight over and I told him what had happened. I was conflicted as to whether I should tell him I was on probation, but rather than skirt over the issue, I told him. There was no reason to have any secrets. I told him I had turned up to work hungover more than once, and that the reason I flew to LA was because James had swapped our flights over.
“You don’t need to drink though.”
It was a statement rather than a question, which shocked me, but I put it down to the language barrier and not knowing how to say things.
“But I like to have a drink now and then.”
“Okay. But you don’t need to.”
“Why not?” My blood started to boil. I was used to this with James. Was I now being judged by Antonio? He didn’t know me well enough.
“You didn’t drink the night we met. On Valentine’s Day. You didn’t drink, but you had fun.”
“Yeah, but…”
“It’s okay. I like to drink now and then, but I don’t have to.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Nice change of subject.” He grinned as he took a mouthful of steak. “I’ve been looking at distribution in the States. My brother thinks we can get our pasta and sauces out here. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I am trying.”
“Sounds good. Where do you distribute now?”
“Mostly Europe. But of course, to Luisa’s as well. She has the best Italian restaurant in LA, but that’s because of what we supply.”
“I only remember her wanting to take my balls,” I joked.
“They’re mine,” he said with narrowed eyes. Then burst out laughing. “She’s something else.” Antonio then proceeded to tell me stories of his aunt and how she always tried to embarrass him as a boy.
When we’d finished dinner I started to yawn but didn’t want to sleep.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asked.
“You don’t want to go out?”
“Not if you don’t want to. I’ve seen the city before. I’d rather spend the time with you.”
“Okay, a movie sounds good. Sorry if I fall asleep though.”
He pulled me into him and kissed me. He tasted of steak and fries, but I guessed I did too. It was a perfect kiss, but the only thought to cross my mind was that this could all go wrong.
There weren’t many films for us to select from, but we didn’t want action and we didn’t want horror, although I would’ve been glad to have hidden in his arms when a scary bit came on. We settled on Bridesmaids and laughed all the way through. His laugh was adorable. He tried to stop himself a couple of times, but I started, and he joined in. At the end of the film, we started making out and took it to the bed. We didn’t do anything sexual, didn’t need to really, it was good being in each other’s arms.
Chapter Thirteen
Antonio was snoring gently when I woke up. It was a cute sound and I took some time to watch him. When his breathing changed I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Then he started to snore again. I was already bored and thought it would be good to wake him up happy, so I slipped under the covers and found his cock. I sucked at the tip until he groaned and got thicker. Soon he was thrusting into my mouth and he moved around to grab hold of my cock and pump it. Needing more than his hand, I moved up and around until I was on top of him. He took the hint and sucked on my cock while I continued to work on his. Soon I was taking all he had to give me as neither of us lasted long.
“Morning,” I said with a kiss.
“Uh-hmm.”
“You’re not a morning person?”
“If you do that every morning I will be.”
I gave him one more kiss, and then got up to make coffee. We took a shower together, got dressed and decided to leave the hotel.
It was only eight in the morning, and Las Vegas hadn’t woken up yet; although some people in the casino hadn’t gone to bed either. Rather than eat at the hotel, we took a walk to find somewhere else.
We found a place at The Venetian, a Renaissance Italy styled hotel, for breakfast, and spent the rest of the time walking around the casino until the shops opened. I asked if he was going to take me on the gondolas, but he pulled a face.
“When we go to Venice, I will take you on a gondola.”
“You want to take me to Venice?”
“Of course. I want to show you my country. Not an imitation of it.”
I reached out and squeezed his hand. There were no words for how he had made me feel, and I didn’t want to say anything in case I got it wrong.
There was no plan for the
day, and there didn’t need to be. As we went from casino to casino, we talked about the things we liked outside of our work and what we didn’t. We matched more on what we didn’t like than what we did, but it didn’t seem to matter. When we got to the Stratosphere, the tallest casino on the strip, I dared him to go on the Big Shot ride. It shot you up in the air, so you could see the whole of Vegas and the strip. I’d done it before but wanted to see how he reacted when we were up there. As we got into the queue, they made us have a photo taken, and it warmed me as he put his arm around me.
As the ride shot us up high in the air, Antonio screamed and swore in English and Italian until we got off the ride. He had turned a shade of green which didn’t look good on him, but when he checked the photos after, he laughed at the look on his face before he bought a couple of copies of them. We spent the rest of the morning taking a walk back to the hotel and visiting the other casinos along the way.
Back in the hotel room, we collapsed on the bed with kisses and cuddled until we fell asleep.
“Max, wake up. We’re late.”
“What for?”
“We have dinner. I booked a show too. Have you seen Cirque du Soleil?”
“Some of them. Which one have you booked?”
“The water one.”
“I saw it some years ago, but it was good, I’ve wanted to see it again.”
“Great, what did you bring to wear?”
“I’ve got a T-shirt and trousers.”
“Oh.”
I propped myself up on the bed. “What’s the ‘oh’ for?”
“We’re going to a nice restaurant. You have shoes at least?” His eyebrows rose as though there was only one answer to his question.
“Yeah.”
He let out a huge breath.
“If you mean the trainers I wore to come over here.”
His body went rigid. “Max, I said to bring something nice.”
“It’s okay. I can go back to the hotel and get something. It’s fine.”
He checked his watch and shook his head. “No time. I will get something for you. Take a shower.”
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