Something So Irresistible

by Natasha Madison

  “It was freezing as fuck,” I say as I pack away the leftovers.

  “We have one more game and then we take off for eight days, so if you aren’t going to eat it, chuck it,” Allison says.

  I close the fridge and then toss it all out, knowing that I’m not eating this tomorrow or the next day.

  “We play Chicago and then we take off for Arizona and then Vegas?” I ask her to make sure and she nods.

  “It’s going to be a rough couple of days. We leave Arizona that night to fly into Vegas,” she says as she walks to the cabinet and takes out Stanley’s food. “I need to wash some clothes and then put stuff away.” She walks away, picking up her bags and bringing them to the room. “Babe!” I hear her yell as my eyebrows shoot together.

  “Babe,” I whisper to myself as I walk into my closet where I hear her yell my name again.

  “MAX!”

  “Yes.” I see both our bags in the middle of the room as she starts tossing things in piles. She puts on one of my sweatpants that are rolled at the waist and look like they will still fall off her and one of my T-shirts. “Angel.”

  “All those clothes need to go to the cleaners. Do you have a bag to put them in?” She looks up and I walk to her, grabbing her face, and kissing her lips.

  “No bag. I just put them in a ball and carry them,” I tell her as I pick them up to show her. “See?”

  “Okay, I have a bag we can put them in.” She picks up her empty bag and fills it with all of our stuff. “I need to go shopping for bikinis for Vegas.” She starts adding her clothes to the side of the closet that was empty. “I have all my stuff here,” she says again, looking at the space that was bare a month ago and is now full of her stuff.

  “Good, now you don’t have to go back there anymore. Why don’t you just give Matthew back the key?” I ask her as I sit in the chair that is in the middle of the room.

  “How about we tell them about us, and then move on to we are living with each other.” She stands there and I nod.

  “Okay,” I say, “as long as you know that you’re not going back there.”

  “Really?” she says as she puts her hand on her hip.

  “Really.” I cross my hand in between my legs.

  “And what if I said I wanted to go there tonight and sleep?”

  “I would say you bet your fucking ass you’re not leaving this house,” I tell her, not even blinking.

  She shakes her head. “You would never stop me.”

  “Try it,” I tell her. “I dare you.”

  “Don’t you pull that shit with me, Max.” She throws the bag at me as I swat it away.

  “Angel, the only place you sleep is beside me. So if I’m here so are you.”

  “We will just see about that. I’m staying at home tomorrow.” She starts picking up the clothes to bring to the laundry basket.

  “You bet your ass you’re staying at home tomorrow, this home!” I yell as she walks out of the room and I hear her growl, making me laugh to myself. She gives me the silent treatment for the rest of the night, going to bed with her back to me. I curl up to her as she wiggles her ass. “I love you,” I say to her neck as she huffs out. “I love you, too, caveman.”

  “Only when it comes to you.” I kiss her neck softly and she turns in my arms. “Mine.” I kiss her lips.

  “Only yours.” She rolls me to my back and shows me exactly how much she is mine.

  “One more fucking period and we get five fucking days off. I’m going to arrive tonight and not leave my house,” Matthew says from his side of the room. I just nod, thinking about how different our five days off will be. I haven’t told Allison yet, but I rented a three-bedroom suite at the Cosmopolitan hotel. It comes with a wraparound terrace and I can’t wait to just hang by the pool with her. Hold her hand in public, kiss her in public. The period flies by and we get our asses handed to us. Everyone slowly makes their way out to load the bus. “Where are you going?” Phil asks as he picks up his bag.

  “I’m going to stay here,” I say.

  Matthew says, “I think Allison’s dude is coming to meet her. Hey, if he picks her up here, can you send me a picture?”

  I nod as they both leave the room. I make my way down the corridor to where I see Allison. I had our bags already sent to the hotel. It’s shocking what they will do when you are dropping eight grand a night on a room.

  She leans against the wall as she waits for me and once she looks up and sees me, she comes to me, “Okay, where to?” She tries to get the hotel name from me.

  “The car should be waiting. Let’s go,” I say as she follows me and groans.

  “Max, this isn’t funny anymore.” She almost whines as we walk out and I see a black Lincoln car waiting for us.

  The driver gets out as he nods to me. “Mr. and Mrs. Horton.”

  I just nod and look over to see if Allison is going to correct him and she just gets into the open car door that he is holding.

  I get in next to her as he takes Allison’s laptop case and my backpack. She sits down and he gets into the car and takes off. We arrive in no time, since the arena is close. She smiles as she looks up at the hotel.

  “Well, well, well, Mr. Horton, you did good.” She smiles as she takes her bag from the chauffeur.

  I walk beside her, my backpack hanging on one hand as she grabs my hand and joins our fingers together. We don’t stop at the desk since I’ve already got the room number and there is someone waiting for us upstairs. We walk through the casino where it looks like diamonds are hanging from the ceiling. I see Allison looking around.

  “This was always my favorite hotel.” She picks up my hand and kisses my fingers.

  We take the elevator to the sixty-first floor. Once the elevator doors open the butler is there waiting for us. “Mr. and Mrs. Horton, welcome to the Chelsea Penthouse in the Cosmopolitan hotel. My name is Andre and this”—he gives us his card—“is my direct line for whatever you need during your stay here. Twenty-four hours a day.” He laughs as he looks at Allison’s surprised face. “No one sleeps in Vegas.” He turns and walks to the door. “The floor can only be accessed by the key card or security.” He opens the door and the chandelier in the middle of the room lights up the floor made up of white marble and the walls have floor-to-ceiling mirrors. “Follow me,” he says as we put our bags down on the table that is against a wall and walk down a hallway that opens to a big room.

  Allison lets out a gasp beside me. I see what she is gasping at. The whole room is cream, but the whole back wall that is floor-to-ceiling windows shows us the view of all of Vegas and all the lights lit up.

  “This is what we call the great room,” Andre says as he steps into the room.

  There is a cream sitting area with two couches on one side of the room with a high top table right in the back of it with six sitting stools. I look behind us and there is a fully stocked bar on one side and a kitchen on the other side. To the left side is another living room in front of a television and then to far left side of the room is a dining room table for eight.

  “All the remotes to the functions are on the table right here.” He picks up the remote, which is an iPad. “You can control everything on here.”

  I nod as Allison walks to the windows and Andre presses a button and a door opens to the terrace outside.

  “It’s a wraparound terrace, so you can get to it from each bedroom.”

  Allison turns around. “Each bedroom? How many bedrooms are in this room?”

  “This is the three-bedroom suite.” He looks at me. “I will show you the master bedroom.”

  I look over at Allison and she mouths, “Three bedrooms, what the fuck?”

  I shrug my shoulders as I follow Andre to the right side of the room where the door is. It’s actually two bedroom doors, so he opens both. The king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room and we see that it has the same windows as the ‘great area.’ The bed is up against the wall with two doors on each side. A sofa is right in front of t
he bed with a table that faces a wall with another television. Allison walks to the door and opens it, standing outside.

  “I see the fountains,” she says as she leans over.

  Andre waits for her to come back inside before going to one of the doors by the bed. We walk into the white marble bathroom. The bathtub is in the middle of the room facing another window looking outside, the drapes up. The shower in the corner is a classic marble shower. The vanity is a two-person vanity.

  “You can access the bathroom by both sides of the bed. There are closets on each side before you come into the room.” He points to the hidden doors that we didn’t see. “If you want we can take the terrace to the other two bedroom, so you can see the view,” he says as Allison and I both nod.

  We step outside, this time seeing the other side of Vegas as he walks around the corner and we see the Strip now and a sitting area with couches. We pass our bedroom, then the great area, and see another sitting area right before we stop at what is the second bedroom that has two double beds. “This room has two double beds and its own bathroom,” he says, pointing in, and then walks farther down to another bedroom with a king-sized bed. “This is the last bedroom. It also has its own bathroom.”

  We don’t bother going into them. He turns back, going into the door of the great room. “Now what can I get you guys to eat?” he says as he turns and looks at us.

  “We can go downstairs and get something,” Allison says and I just nod.

  “As you wish,” he says. “I have taken the liberty of putting your things away in each closet,” he says, making his way out. “Let me know if you need anything.”

  “We will,” I say to him as I watch Allison look around the room. “So?”

  She turns to me. “So? SO? SO? This is insane. Holy shit, this room is for a group of eight people.”

  I shrug my shoulders. “There was nothing else available anywhere. From what they told me it’s the biggest week of the year.”

  “Are you tired?” she asks me and I try to shake my head, but she smiles. “You just tried to hide a yawn.” She laughs. “How is this? We order room service from Andre, eat in bed, sleep in a bit tomorrow, and then start anew.”

  “That sounds like heaven,” I say as I go sit on the velvet couch. “Why are there two couches in one room?” I ask her.

  “One is a sitting area, the other is the living area,” she tells me like everyone should know. She picks up the binder. “What do you want?” she says as she brings the binder to me, sitting next to me.

  “You,” I answer her. “You, only you.”

  “That is the perfect answer, so how about we order up some food and then you can have me before it gets here?” She cuddles closer to me, as she gets on my lap and my cock springs to action. “We can actually fuck right here.” She grinds her pussy on my cock, the binder falls on the floor, and she attacks my face with her lips, all notions of ordering food are thrown out the window.

  Because we are in Vegas, she is dressed in a skirt, or what looks like a one-piece romper. My hands go to her skirt as I raise it up and my hand trails her legs, till my hands cup her ass.

  “Fuck,” I say between kisses, as she unties the sash around her waist and just pulls it off over her head. Her lace half-bra is just covering her nipples. I lean down, biting a covered one, and then sucking it in. Her head goes back as one hand goes to my belt buckle and the other to the knee behind me as she arches her back, still grinding against my cock. The heat from her pussy seeps through my pants.

  “Fuck,” she moans out and I know she is close to coming as she rubs against me.

  I undo my button, pushing her off of me, as I pull the zipper down. I look at her eyes that are dark blue now, her lips puffy from me kissing them. I free my cock as she takes it in her hand, moving her small hand up and down my shaft, squeezing him, making my balls go tight. Pre-cum drips out. She scoots back a touch so she can bend over and take the tip into her mouth. The wetness of her tongue makes my eyes close in ecstasy. She takes me as far as she can, moving her head up and down three times till she stops. She moves closer to me.

  “I’m in charge this time.” She pulls her panties to the side. I see her pussy dripping wet already. She grabs my cock, raising over it as she slides down it. Her hands go to the sides of my head where she holds the couch for leverage as she rides me. Her tits are in my face as my hands come up and squeeze them, pulling the cups down so I can ravish them. I roll a nipple around my tongue as my fingers roll the other one. Her pants get deeper and louder as her pussy starts to get a bit tighter.

  “My girl wants to do all the work, right.” I pinch both nipples, knowing it drives her crazy and she doesn’t let up, this time her hands going to the back of my legs, making her lean back a bit, making me go deeper. Her tits are moving up and down as she continues; I move her panty to the side and see her clit, pink and glistening. “My angel needs me to touch her here.” I move one finger over her clit, gently, as her eyes close and she takes in the feeling. My hips thrust up the next time she comes down on me, making her move up faster. “Can’t get enough of you,” I say through clenched teeth as her pussy gets tighter and tighter. “Want me to keep playing with your clit?” I ask her as she pants out “yes.” My finger plays her clit from left to right and when I know she is almost there I change to circles, making her moan out in frustration.

  “Max.” Her head goes from right to left as her thrusts get shorter and shorter.

  “I got you, angel,” I tell her as I put my hands on her hips. “Play with your clit, I’ll finish.”

  She moves one hand from my knee and then goes to her clit where she goes in little circles, as she watches me as I thrust up hard. We both moan as my hand moves her up and down over my cock. I know I’m not going to last long, since she is getting tighter and tighter.

  “Yes,” she chants out, “yes.” Her chest heaves as she finally cums on my cock, her hand moving faster on her clit. Till she is almost at the end and that is when I cum inside her, planted all the way to the root. She collapses on top of me, as I hug her waist.

  “Hold on,” I say as I get up with her hanging onto me. “Shower time,” I say as she wraps her arms around my neck.

  “Wait, call Andre,” she says, reaching for the phone next to her.

  Picking it up, I press zero, which brings me to the front desk. I ask for room service and it brings me straight to Andre. “Sorry about that, Andre, I was trying to reach room service.”

  “You have reached them. I’m them. What can I get you?”

  “Pizza and wings,” I say, knowing that it’s almost her favorite.

  “Right away, sir, it will be twenty minutes.”

  “That’s fine, just leave it on the table,” I say, thinking that this shower might be more than twenty minutes now that my cock has gotten a chance to rest, and I’m not wrong, the shower lasts as long as the hot water does. Our fingers are shriveled like prunes as we get out and put on the white fluffy robes. I follow her outside to the great room, seeing the food all over the table, two pizzas and four plates of wings. We bring the food into bed with us as we watch television till I finally hear some snoring from her side of the bed. I close it off, following her into her dreams.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Allison

  I feel soft kisses on my neck. I turn and my head goes deeper in the pillow that feels like a cloud. “Hmm,” I say as I reach out to hold him only to find the bed empty. I open my eyes and see that he’s standing over me while he kisses my neck.

  “Hey,” he says in a whisper. “I didn’t want to wake you, but it’s almost noon.” I look at him shocked.

  “No, it’s not.” I look to the side and see that it’s a quarter to twelve.

  “This bed is heaven. We need to get one like this for home,” I say as my eyes close again as I dig deeper in the covers.

  “Come on, I ordered you pancakes,” he says as he presses the button on the iPad and the drapes open slowly, letting the sunlig
ht come in.

  I roll out of bed, grabbing the white robe I was wearing last night. I walk into the room to see that all the shades are up and there is a table set up outside on the terrace.

  “I thought we could eat outside.” He points to the table as I follow him.

  I sit in the chair, picking up the cup of coffee that is already poured for me. “You’re the best.” I smile at him as he sits in front of me and we eat, discussing what we are doing today. I grab my coffee cup and get up to go lounge on the outside couch, seeing that the fountains are starting. Max follows me, sitting down, putting my legs on top of his. “Want to go visit the shark reef?” he asks as I look at him. “Supposed to be something to see,” he continues.

  “You want to go to the aquarium?” I ask him, smiling. “Okay.” I watch his smile come out.

  “Let’s go.” He throws my feet to the side and holds out his hand to help me up. “I already got us tickets,” he says with glee. “And they are closing it for an hour, so it’s only us. That Andre can do so many things.”

  I laugh as we go into the room and I slide on my white tight fitting jeans, torn in the knee with a white tank top that flares out, tucking it in the front. I take my lilac-colored knitted sweater. He comes into my closet as he is dressed in black shorts and black button-down short-sleeved top, a cap on his head.

  “Ready?” he asks as I look at him, smiling, nodding.

  I put my gold flip-flops on and grab my cream purse as we leave the room. We take the elevator downstairs and walk out holding hands when he stops mid-step and I stop with him. “What’s the matter?” I ask him, thinking he might have forgotten something, when he lets go of my hand and his hands go to my face.

  “Nothing,” he says the second before his lips find mine, as my hands go to his arms. His kisses leave me dizzy, wanting more.

  “I’ve never had the chance to kiss you in public.” He grabs my hand again and continues walking to the door. “Well, after next week you can kiss me every single time you want,” I tell him as the driver opens the car door for us. He stops us.