The Billionaire's Gamble

by Penny Wylder

  Blushing, I count the chips. “Holy shit,” I whisper. I wasn't wrong; that had been a ton of money, and Nolan needs a bag to collect his winnings. Who is this guy?

  Maybe he senses my awe and confusion, because he hoists the bag off the counter and takes me by the hand. “Let's walk,” he says, his long legs taking one step for my every two. If he wants me to forget what I just saw, I can't. I don't know anyone who risks money like that—who has the money to risk like that. The concept blows my mind. But then again, if he had wanted to hide that from me, he wouldn’t have offered to take me gambling in the first place.

  I don't realize he’s led me to the elevator until we're inside of it. The doors slide shut and I say, “Where are we going?”

  “My room. If that's alright? I want to drop off these chips. I can cash them out tomorrow.”

  It makes sense. I'd seen the lines at the tellers around the casino, who would want to stand in them at this hour? Actually... what time was it? I look at my phone—there's text after text from my sister:

  Kelly:

  How was the date?

  I know it's hard, but try to have fun.

  For me.

  You need this, Dani! Live a little!

  Peeking up at Nolan, I hide a smile. Yeah. I might take her advice, just not the way she thinks. After all, we’re going to his room.

  The elevator chimes and we step out together. He's too broad, and our bodies collide, resulting in a burst of excitement in my belly.

  “Sorry,” he laughs, taking my elbow gently. “I'm usually more agile than that. Can't recall the last time I nearly knocked a woman down.”

  I almost say, I don't mind being the first. Waving my hand, I follow him down the hall. “It's fine, no harm done.” Nolan seems pacified, but he keeps his gentle hold on me. Like long time lovers, we stroll together towards a door on the left side of the hall.

  His key card makes it blink green, and then we're inside and… “Oh my god,” I say.

  It's my first time seeing a hotel room like this. It’s amazing. Kelly put me up in a basic Queen with a pool view and I'd thought that was awesome. But this?

  All of the Vegas strip spread out before me. I can see the neon lights, the glowing fountains, the traffic—it’s stunning. I don’t even realize I have my nose pressed up against the glass until he comes up beside me. “Like the view?”

  “It’s beautiful,” I gush, smiling up at him. The glass reflects our images back, doubling Nolan and making that part of the view even more amazing. He's close enough that I can count the flecks of honey in his caramel irises. I can see stubble on his jaw, emphasizing just how strong it is. I wonder if it would be rough under my fingertips. “Do you like it?” I whisper.

  “I've never seen a view as good as this.” He's looking straight at me. My heart kicks into high gear and the rest of my body freezes. I'm sure I've stopped breathing. His hand cups my cheek, caressing it like he's never felt another human before. I know I can't be the first, but I love the idea.

  His full lips part. “Dani,” he whispers, “I'm going to kiss you now. I'm not asking permission…I know you want me to.”

  I lick my lower lip. “Why tell me and not just do it?”

  His chuckle is as deep, and it stirs something deep within me. “Anticipation.” I know he'll taste like whiskey before his mouth closes on mine. And I get it—the anticipation. My body is fizzing with it as I wait for him to close the distance.

  Nolan struck me as a gentleman, but he's more than that.

  He's powerful.

  He's a risk taker.

  He's used to getting his way.

  I'm practically dripping with lust when he slips his hand around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls me against him firmly—no hesitation—his tongue gliding past my lips to brush against mine. Everything inside of me tightens at his touch. He’s kissing my lips but I feel it soaking into every one of my cells.

  My panties are absolutely soaked, and I let out a moan when he softly bites my bottom lip. His thumb caresses the corner of my mouth, and he pushes it inside. The sensation of him running it lightly over my lips and tongue melts me until I’m sure that I’ve turned into fucking butter.

  “On the bed,” he says, his voice rough. “Now.”

  Stumbling in my heels, I settle onto the gigantic bed. I sink down into it, letting it pull me into its softness, its grandness. But it's nothing compared to Nolan. As big as this mattress is, he seems bigger. Especially when he settles over me, hands sinking into the blankets beside my head.

  He stares down at me, pinning me with his gaze until I become self-conscious. I stare back. The guy is stunning, but it's the intensity in his eyes as he looks down on me that’s making me wet—making me crave him. He's turning me on without even touching me, and his smirk tells me that he knows it.

  “You're truly beautiful, Dani,” he says. “I could stare at you for hours. Days.”

  “We'd die from dehydration,” I say, my mouth ironically going dry.

  “No. Not me.” His eyebrows knot together, his smile fading on the edges. “I'd drink you up. That would be enough for me.”

  I've got nothing to say to that. It's a relief when he kisses me, freeing me from speech, from thought. Fingers curl against my spine, one hand drifting down my hip until he finds the edge of my dress. “Are you wet for me?” he asks, sliding down my body. “I think you are, and I’m going to find out.”

  Heat floods my body, and I know my face is beet red. “Oh god, I—”

  “Shh,” he chuckles, exposing my damp panties. He spreads my thighs wide, taking in the sight of my arousal. His eyes seem to go black, and the look on his face is pure lust. It transforms him into something wild and feral. It’s hot. “Fuck,” he says. “Just looking at you makes my cock hard.”

  Cock. The word has my mouth watering, and I’ve never wanted to see a man naked so badly. I try to sit up. “Show me.”

  His laughter is all sex; it shakes the bed and vibrates through me. “Not yet. I’m not finished. When I’m through with you, these blankets will be ruined. When I fuck you I want you to be dripping.”

  Nolan holds my knees; I expect him to keep me spread, but he pushes them together until I'm straight as an arrow. The motion pushes my pussy upwards, and when he grips the sides of my ass, it opens my lips to him like my very body is begging for him to taste me. Everything is tense—my panties are taut against my skin, his breath hot right where my clit is hidden beneath the fabric.

  I've never been in a position like this. It wakes up my nerves, makes my body shake. I'm so, so aware of how close his mouth is to me. How that at any second I’ll feel the pleasure of his mouth on me. Just thinking about it makes me moan. “Nolan, please.”

  “Please what?” He nuzzles the skin of my hip. His stubble is rough, and goosebumps race across my skin. “Please taste me? Please make me come until I can’t remember my own name?” With just the pad of his thumb he strokes gently over the front of my panties.

  The sound that comes from me is loud and raw. I can't stay quiet, not when he rubs my swollen clit like he's an expert on my body. I haven't had sex in years, and it shows. I’m too desperate for this feeling, every dormant desire rushing to the surface. He teases my clit back and forth, and my toes curl inside my high heels.

  His fingers move in tiny circles, his other hand tugging the fabric of my panties tighter against me. The lips of my pussy spill out of the sides of my panties; pink and swollen and showing how ready I am for him. His mouth moves against my skin—my thighs, my ass, the edges of my pussy. Everywhere but where I need him to touch. “You want this,” he says, tongue flicking out and across the fabric on my clit. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I groan, my hand gripping the blankets. That delicious, liquid pressure in my body is circling downward, gathering together. I’m so close to coming, but each time he senses it and moves away. My breath is coming in gasps, and I can’t do anything to stop the fact that I’m lost in this pl
easure.

  I'm a mess, hanging on his every touch, and he loves it.

  He puts his mouth right on my pussy and I feel him smile. A single kiss is pressed against my center, then he flattens his tongue against me. The sensation of him licking the exposed parts of me while my ruined panties dull the sensation on my clit is strange and frustrating.

  I can’t stay still. I’m too close. Rocking my hips, I grind against his face.

  Nolan's eyebrows fly upwards, and his expression quickly turns to a wicked smirk. “Do it,” he says. “Use me. Make yourself come.” Faster than I thought possible he reverses our positions. I’m straddling his jaw as I hear the sound of ripping fabric. He’s torn my panties out of the way and now his lips are pressed against nothing but my skin.

  Looking down my body at his cocky grin, I blush furiously. “Nolan, I can’t…” I've never ridden a guy's face. I’ve never had the guts to do something so intimate. So explicit. His hands grip my hips, pulling me harder against his face. His tongue is working me in steady strokes, and the quivering pleasure running through me is enough to make me forget about anything else.

  My brain is mush. Nothing exists but my pussy and his mouth. Shutting my eyes, I brace myself on the headboard, my hips moving with a mind of their own. Distantly I'm aware of him hiking my dress up higher, but I can’t think of anything but the slide of his tongue against my clit.

  Beneath me, Nolan groans. I can hear the erotic sound of my own wetness as he drinks me in. Hard fingertips dig into my ass, forcing me to move faster, grind harder. I feel like I’ve lost all control, my body moving with the sole purpose of seeking release.

  I can’t breathe, but somehow I’m moaning. Maybe I’m screaming, I’m not sure. My climax is right there, the delicious edge teasing me, making me delirious. I can almost taste the fierceness of that pleasure, but I don’t ever want this to end. Nolan closes his mouth over my clit, sucking me deep and hard.

  I break open, my scream ringing out through the room. I curse. I tell him that I’m coming. The words disappear and fade into intelligible sound. I’m shaking, feeling the flood of my orgasm pour into his mouth. I close my eyes, focusing on the rush of pure lightning through my body and the way his tongue feels on me as he drinks me dry.

  Nolan brings me down, laying me on the bed again. My vision is wobbly, like I've been swimming for hours. I hear the sound of his belt, and when I meet his eyes, the heat I find there sends desire tearing through my body like a tidal wave. I’m even more aroused than I was before. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but then again, I’m not sure how any of this is possible.

  I watch as he strips down, perfect chest leading my eyes down to a perfect cock. It’s thick and hard, jutting out from his body, and I want him inside me. It’s in his fist, the head shining with pre-cum and a reddish need. It's thick enough that I worry it will hurt, but at the same time, my body aches to have it inside of me. Then he’s over me again, pulling my dress over my head and leaving me in nothing but my lacy black bra. His lips are on my skin, teasing me, and in mere moments I’m writhing underneath him. I don’t want to wait. I want him inside me. “Nolan.”

  He’s gone for a second, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and then he’s with me again. The tip of his cock is at my entrance, and…oh god. He looked thick, but it’s nothing compared to the way he feels. “Fuck,” he says. “You feel so good.”

  I can’t do anything but moan, trying to adjust to him. There's hair in my eyes; I can barely see him. Is that concern in his face? “It's okay. I'm okay.” I'm not sure I am, but I'm not backing down. Gritting my teeth, I work him into my tight walls inch by fucking inch. I can feel his veins as they pulse, the ridge of his tip as it slides deeper. The strain borders on discomfort, but the realization that he's stretching me is such a turn on I don't care. The world has narrowed to the slow slide of his cock inside me.

  He leans over me, bringing his face close to mine as his hips push him further into me. “I don’t care how long it takes,” he says. “I’m going to be all the way inside you. I’m going to be so deep that you’ll feel my balls pressed up against you. That you’ll forget what it was like to not have me buried deep in this pretty pussy of yours.” Nolan pushes deeper, and my eyes flutter closed.

  My pussy spasms around him, letting him push himself further in. He guides my legs up, and I lock my legs around his waist. He’s deep now, filling me up so completely that it feels like I can’t take full breaths. He kisses me, consuming my mouth with his and invading me with his tongue the same way his cock is pressing inside me. The kiss is unyielding, leaving no doubt that Nolan is going to fuck me senseless, not stopping until we’re both utterly wrung out. The ravenous desire I feel at that thought sends a burst of wetness through my pussy, and Nolan slides home.

  The sensation makes me gasp. He wasn’t wrong. I can feel every part of him pressed against me, and I don’t remember a time when I didn’t feel like this. He stills, and our eyes lock. There’s a stirring inside me that has nothing to do with how intertwined we are. It feels…strange, like something changed and I didn’t notice. Then we’re kissing, and I’m not sure which one of us started it, or even if that matters. We’re breathing each other in.

  Nolan is making tiny movements with his hips, each one brushing across my swollen clit, and releasing a burst of pleasure. I’m so full of him, I can feel every twitch of his cock, and it’s making me wetter. I can feel the moment I’m ready, when my body fully accepts his. I takes my breath away, and I didn’t have much to begin with. My head is spinning, overwhelmed by everything—overwhelmed by him.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he says against my lips.

  I move my hips, squirming on his cock. “I don’t need any more anticipation,” I say. “I just need you to move.”

  “So impatient,” he murmurs. “Any other time I’d make you wait. Tease you until you couldn’t speak with how badly you wanted this. But right now, if I don’t fuck you, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

  I moan at his words, my voice muffled by his sudden kiss as he slides his cock out to the tip. And I forget about everything. All I want is more of his dick…more of this sensation of being complete.

  Rocking his lower body, Nolan drives himself into my pussy. He is not slow, not gentle, and I’m lost in the feeling. Each stroke of his cock touches places inside me I didn’t know existed. He’s stretching me so wholly that I’m riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, and it’s exquisite. I hold onto his shoulders, unable to make any moves of my own as he brings us both closer to that delicious climax. His hand scoops under my ass, angling just so to make his strokes feel even deeper, and god…

  The sound of our bodies coming together is hot, and he’s whispering things in my ear. Dirty things about what I'm doing to his cock. My body starts to shake beneath him, and he knows, somehow he knows what he’s doing to me and just how close I am to coming.

  His teeth graze my ear. “Come for me again,” he whispers. “Let me see you fall apart.”

  Nolan changes the rhythm of his hips, each deep thrust now dragging across my clit. Light explodes behind my eyes, and I scream. I scream his name, my body out of control, shuddering as he continues to pound into me. The walls of my pussy are milking him as I come, tingles surging through me as I fly higher than I thought possible. I’m blind with this feeling, trapped in a storm of pleasure that feels like it might never end.

  Nolan thrusts harder, faster, taking what he needs.

  He crushes me with his body, his voice raw with need. “Dani—fuck. I’m there…fuck.” I love how he says my name. Love that he saw me enough to give me what I needed, to take it from me. But sweet thoughts vanish as he thrusts in a final time. His cock pulses with his orgasm, the intimate movement threatening to send me into another climax.

  He's finished, but he keeps rocking inside of me. I don’t want to lose this connection, this feeling of closeness. Even if it is with a complete stranger. I don't even know his
last name. There’s a passing moment of embarrassment as I realize just how much I’ve done with this man. But then it’s gone. Who cares? This is amazing. A far better end to this vacation than I imagined.

  Nolan lowers himself down beside me on the bed. He looks like he might kiss me, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me with a dazed expression, almost…lost. I’d give almost anything to know what thoughts were passing through his head at that moment. Then that haunted look is gone, and he smiles. “You're amazing. Did you know that?”

  “Me?” I laugh, shaking my head quickly. “I've been told I make a mean blueberry pie, but that's about it.”

  I was trying to make a joke…but he doesn’t smile. He’s so serious that I wonder if I’ve made a mistake until he says, “I'd very much like to taste that someday.”

  My mouth goes dry, my heart fumbling as it skips a beat.

  I look away, and the moment is suddenly broken. We carefully disengage, and I clean up in the bathroom. Taking a second to smooth my hair, I look at my body. It’s flushed and warm, and somehow looks better to me than it has in a long time. I laugh to myself. Maybe sex is the secret key to self-esteem I’ve been looking for.

  I step out into the room, planning to do a sort of sexy pose. Instead I yawn, blushing as I do so.

  Nolan chuckles. He’s put on some soft pants and he's spread out on the pillows of the bed like a king. “Tired?” he asks.

  “A little,” I admit. “Maybe I should go to my room. My flight is really early tomorrow.”

  He winces, so fast I almost miss it. “Stay here. There's plenty of space.”

  “Are you sure?” I glance at the big windows, then back to him. “I won't lie. Your room is way better than mine.”

  Nolan stands up, and I get to view him in a way I couldn’t in the middle of sex. He’s solid as a rock, everything from his arms to his abs defined in that way that makes you want to reach out and touch—to explore. I imagine licking whiskey out of the valleys in his stomach and I blush. My eyes fall to the lines of his hips that disappear into his pants, and I find my mouth watering. He’s absolutely edible, and I don’t know how I managed to get this lucky. I guess what happens in Vegas…