Pick Your Pleasure_The Heart's Desire Series

by Hilary Storm

  I grab my cock, so she can’t, yet, using my other hand to tilt her chin. “Side note, I don’t want to hear about your past… experiences… with anyone who wasn’t me ever again.”

  Her lids droop lazily over now-smoky eyes, another tell that she liked my snarled, possessive demand as much as she does when I wink or crook my finger at her. “You got it,” she murmurs, then wraps that glorious mouth of hers around the head of my dick.

  Chapter Eight

  Gracie

  All right… I’m really doing this… sucking an almost stranger, revving up to the big moment, and the beautiful ache he’ll leave between my legs… for days after he leaves.

  Me.

  Gracie, “Always-Prim-and-Proper, Color-in-the-Lines,” Bolton.

  Damn, shouldn’t have thought about it — now I’m nervous — which is why I slide my mouth off him, and call out for the help I still suspect does exist.

  “Alexa, play the song with the lyrics ‘fuck you like an animal!’” The dirty beat immediately starts booming through the room, house; “I knew it! ‘Only woman in this house is me,’ huh? You do have Alexa streaming. If you were wearing pants, they’d be on fire.” I poke him in the chest.

  His eyes taper, an anger glowing through the slits. “Alexa,” he gnarls. “Stop. Playing.”

  “Hey, I’m only kidding; I don’t think bad of you, Mister Techno. No need to turn off the animal-sex-we’re-about-to-have-soundtrack.”

  He doesn’t reply immediately, instead silent as he maneuvers me as if a weightless rag doll giving himself room to rejoin me on the bed… settling under the covers. Meaning, of course, he’s now covered. “Come here.” He flops one giant, muscular arm out to his side, which I assume is for me to lay my head on… so I do. “Closer? Nine Inch Nails? That’s your song choice?”

  He turns his head and stares toward me, as he growls.

  “What? I was just trying to, um, set the mood is all.”

  “Whose mood? Damn sure not mine, and just a wild guess, but I’m betting you’ve never heard that song.” I pin him with what I hope is the universally-understood look for ‘really?’ then ask the same aloud. “That’s what I thought. So why pick it? Why even think of it? The one line of it you know anyway.”

  I try sitting up, only to fail, refused by the constriction of his arm around me. “Why’s it matter? I’ve heard of it. Anytime “nasty sex songs” are the topic or question, that and “Pony” are everyone’s answers, so…” I shrug as much as his hold allows. “I picked it. Mostly because, gah, are we not all sick to death of “Pony” yet? Either way, and again, why are you making this a thing?”

  “Because, I have heard it, and I’m not okay with ‘the mood you set’ being that of me violating or desecrating you. And these are just the two specifics used that I can remember. Fuck only knows what else it says!”

  I laugh… to his extreme disliking, the daunting glower he wears definite confirmation. “Brewer, you’re reading way too much into this, this, non-issue. And I gotta ask, I realize I’m no well-practiced expert or anything, but, is this normal? A man, putting his dick away, over a song choice?”

  My breath whooshes out of me in surprise as he once again manhandles me to his will, that being, apparently, to have me straddling atop him, legs on either side of his hips. “I don’t give the first shit about the song itself, Gracie. I do, however, very much care what it said, about where your head’s at.”

  “Where my head’s at now? Because right before your, whatever this is, my head was bobbing up and down… while I was sucking your dick.”

  “No, you’d stopped, to make your request.” He hitches one flippant brow. “And… It’s not gonna work,” he states with a solemn intensity that elicits goose bumps all over my, lone still bared body.

  My disbelieving jeer’s loud and bitter. “Well, alrighty then. Your call, weirdo. Thanks, I guess, for your blunt honesty. Saves time I suppose. And so, if you’d now be so kind as to unhand me,” I aim my glare at his hands, digging deeper into the flesh of my hips, “I’ll grab my clothes, and an Uber.”

  Or… not?

  I’m really starting to resent his size, almost as much as his poorly explained mood swing, having just been steamrolled onto my back, left looking up at the scowling mammoth hovering over me. “I not make myself clear about keeping you, or did you think I was joking? Because I wasn’t.” With his forehead pressed to mine, his snarl’s hot and close upon my lips.

  Merely for the sake of show — a show of protest — well aware the act’s in vain, I give a double-handed shove to his chest… his uncovered chest… a fact still unrealized, by him. “You seemed normal, dammit! I should’ve known it was too good to be true.” My laugh’s brittle. “As if, Gracie! A safe, steamy, weekend rendezvous with an unbelievably gorgeous, charming, mountain of a man? Who was I kidding?”

  “Yourself, but in an entirely different way. Reason the song pissed me off? I know what you’re doing, well, trying to do, and like I said, it’s not gonna work.”

  “And like I said, get the hell off me and I’ll be leaving,” I bite with deadly venom. “You no longer wish to uh, be with me. Got it! And… likewise. Now move!”

  “Which one of us is talking crazy now? ‘No longer wish to be with you?’ Who said that shit? Wasn’t me. Oh, and your ‘likewise?’” He grins, rubbing his nose along mine. “You’re kidding yourself again. You can’t wait for me to take you, make you come, over and over. Plus, you know I’m safe, and that it’ll be steamy. That’s not where you are, Gracie. Think, deep down, you know that too.”

  I… have absolutely no idea what is happening, or what he’s talking about.

  “Settle the hell down and I’ll explain,” he chuckles his reply to my obviously, mistakenly, voiced thought. “If I move, you gonna stay put, listen to what I have to say?”

  “Yes,” I heave. “But only because you’d have me recaptured before my feet even hit the floor.”

  “That, you got right.” He leans in, kissing the end of my nose before resituating himself beside me. “Look at me, Gracie.” When I do, slow and stubbornly, he hits me with a smile so kind and tender, that no matter what he says next, the beautiful image will forever remain burned into my memory. “You chose the raunchiest song you could think of for one very specific purpose; to try and trick yourself into believing you’ll make it through this unscathed. Normally, I don’t analyze the inner-workings of the women I fuck. Then again, I don’t normally fuck women like you.”

  “What kind of woman am I?” It’s purposefully snippy — he knows nothing about me.

  Presumptuous ass.

  “You, Gracelyn Bolton,” he uses one roughened fingertip to trace my jawline, “are the kind of woman who will never be able to have physical without at least some emotional too. And the fact that you’re already subconsciously safeguarding yourself against the inevitable… worries me.”

  “Oh. My. God,” my voice narrowed, matching the glare locked on him. “You think I’m gonna fall, madly, instantly in love with you? Doodle your name on any and every piece of paper I can find? Make a run to the store, in between stalking you and forgetting to take my birth control pill of course, to buy a baby name book? Ego much? And, stop that!” I swat his hand away from my cheek, his traitorous touch no longer welcome.

  “I will not.” He reaches right back up again, this time cupping my entire cheek in his huge, warm palm, demanding I look at him. “Not one of the silly things you just listed, or anything of the sort, even crossed my mind. Because, I also know, you’re a woman of great pride. So great, you’d silently resign before ever risking what you consider to be humiliation, desperation, or self-degradation. What I do think, Gracie, is that if we don’t get a few things cleared up first, as in right now, you will end up getting hurt. And that, I’m not willing to risk.”

  Chapter Nine

  Brewer

  She’s gawking at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.

  She might be on to something.

&n
bsp; We’re in my bed, together, both naked… and I pumped the brakes on her hand pumping my cock, while the tip was in her mouth, because…

  Yeah, she’s definitely on to something. I’ve obviously lost my damn mind.

  “Crude song or not, I am so much better at setting the mood than you,” she laughs. “I thought men were incapable of thought in these types of situations. You continue to surprise me, Brewer Hayes. Congratulations.”

  I scrub both hands over my face and give my head a hard, fast jerk, in desperate need of a fucking reset button. “Let me try this again,” I growl, rolling over and tucking her hot little body underneath mine all in one move. “This. Is. Happening. All damn night. Weekend. Week. However long you’re here. I haven’t changed my mind about that, and neither have you. But, you are gonna put away your preconceived notions and just go with the flow. Alright?”

  “Uh huh, yep, whatever you say. Now, why don’t you run that mouth of yours… in other places?”

  Good plan. Hoisting her arms over her head and pinning them there, I lean in to kiss up the silky smooth column of her throat. “Quit worrying, baby girl. Your brain, and all those thoughts rolling around it, will shut off the second I’m inside you.”

  “Promise?” Her confession’s a vulnerable exhale.

  “Promise.” Trapping both wrists with one hand, I slink my other down her stomach and in between her legs. “Please tell me you’re covered, ‘cause I’ll give every last dime I have to any charity you want if I don’t have to be.”

  Her eyes double in size and fly to mine, a bewitching battle of fear and desire therein, as she mulls over my words… and tilts her pelvis up to invite my fingers further inside.

  “I am,” little moan, “and you,” groan, “athlete, physical, ahhh, Brewer…”

  “Right there, huh? Answer me, Gracie, about being covered,” I clarify with a laugh, “and I’ll make it even better,” I grunt to beg in her ear, nipping the lobe.

  “Yeah, yes, okay, but-”

  “I’ve got you, baby. No more thinking.”

  All In

  By Hilary Storm

  @Copyright 2017 Hilary Storm

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, or so they say. It's a simple Penthouse at the top of one of the tallest hotels in Sin City. The owner shares it with only his closest friends and in return.... he gets to watch. Not a bad price to pay for one of the most private rooms in the world.

  ~Your deepest desires are the only limits you face to have everything you've ever fantasized. The cameras are on. The room is equipped with anything you request and at any given moment you can have anything you wish for. I'll provide the view, you provide the entertainment. Come inside for a little play time, but keep in mind, I'll be watching. ~Jack

  There are many nights to share in this Sin City Penthouse Series. Each story captures a different night, so hold tight to your desires as you read the first of many sleepless nights starting with 'All In'.

  Chapter One

  "The Penthouse is yours this Friday night. Tell me what you need and I'll have it delivered for you."

  Jack Royce owns the Mandolin Hotel in Vegas. He's filthy rich and not afraid to pay for his entertainment. He's a ruthless businessman who owns this hotel among many more in Sin City. This one just happens to be his largest, and one of the tallest in the city. I've known him for years and used to stand next to him for many of his black suit affairs. I was the sex symbol on his right and his sex toy in his bedroom. He knows I like to be watched, so this was a no brainer for me.

  I get the privilege of using his fully renovated Penthouse first. My plans to remind him what he no longer has a right to are flowing heavily through my mind.

  "Meet me in an hour and I'll show you around."

  "Do you really think that's such a good idea, with that wife of yours and all?" I know him and I miss him. I'm just not too sure I'll be able to say no if he makes a move on me.

  "Rachel doesn't know about this floor. I've had the renovations made without her knowing. She's enjoying her pampered life too well to be bothered with the details of business."

  "Are you sure you're ready for me to stay in your Penthouse? I plan to make good use of what you're offering, Jack. I have a fantasy in mind that I'd love to play out and I can't think of a better time to see it through."

  "I absolutely want you in there first." Yeah. He wants to watch his tits bounce, after all, he paid for them. He paid for my lips too. I'll make sure to remind him that they're the perfect size for dick sucking as he watches me with the men I plan to bring in.

  "Alright, I'll be there in two hours." I listen as he starts to end the conversation. Interrupting, I decide to remind him that he doesn't own me. "Uh. Jack. I don't want you interfering with my night if I stay in the Penthouse."

  He doesn't respond. I can hear him catch a deep breath as he works through whatever he's not saying to me. It's been far too long since I've heard those deep breaths. I close my eyes and remain strong waiting for his reply.

  "I won't. You'll have the only key to the room, otherwise it will unlock at noon on Sunday morning. The maid service will be in to prepare it for the next guest at that time."

  "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

  "You'll just have to trust me." He's never lied to me. In fact, it was the truth that he told that ended our little relationship. He likes variety and well, I don't like to share. If I'm committing my heart to someone, I want to be their only.

  This Friday won't be about commitments. It'll be about fucking. True, hard, no strings attached fucking that I'll walk away from sore, but not hurt.

  "Fair enough."

  "I'll see you soon." I move quickly to my closet. I need a sexy dress and a pair of my highest fuck me red shoes to meet him. He's seen everything I have to offer many times and that's what will work to my advantage. He knows what I have and he'll eventually come back for more. The key will be when and if I actually give in. In the meanwhile, it'll be fun to tease the crap out of him.

  His dick. Oh god, his dick has had me screaming so many times. It would be something to reminisce a few old times, but for now I'll just work on planning my Friday night knowing that he'll be watching my every move.

  I shower completely and shave myself smooth. Dialing the phone to get an appointment to be waxed before Friday, I stand naked in my master bathroom. Mirrors surround me and I catch a glimpse of the tattoo he bought me when we first got together all those years ago. Four playing cards displayed on my lower back as if they're being held in a hand. All four suits of Jack.

  He was all of them to me. He had the heart, the money of diamonds, the power of the club, and the business mind of the spade. He's one of the most ruthless and most loving men I've ever known. How can one man be so many faces?

  I slide the red straps over my shoulders, baring my naked back to the world. He'll be able to see the tattoo, and that's what I want. Bending to slide the straps around my ankles and shifting my boobs into perfect position, I start planning my night. I'll need three men, a few sex toys, and drinks. I'll want to make sure it lasts all night and there's no reason to leave.

  My heart starts beating faster as I think about
him watching me do all these things. I'm just curious as to how he’ll react. Will he become so sexually frustrated that he barges in to join? Or will he truly remain out of the active picture and be the voyeur he claims he’ll be.

  There's nothing sexier than being watched. Being touched with the heat of his eyes always turned me on. I'm finishing my makeup in my vanity mirror when one of many memories flashes through my mind.

  Jack sitting back in his suit, a drink in his left-hand resting on the arm of the chair while he burns through me with his captivating blue eyes. His other hand holding my panties while he takes turns inhaling my scent and rubbing his fingers over the material, of course his eyes never leaving me.

  I can see the bulge in his pants when he runs his hand across the outside, giving away the path it's decided to take over his left hip.

  He's huge, but I already know that. I know how he feels and that's what has me begging for him to join me. His office was always a favorite fuck venue for me. I loved to crawl across his large desk and torment him with my sexual cravings. So many times it ended with him spreading me across his desk and devouring me before he fucked me, leaving me dripping with the memory all day.

  I was at his disposal. It was the most fulfilling ‘job’ I've ever had. Finance guru in his corporate offices by day, his toy at night… well and sometimes during the day, it would just depend. He paid very well by way of paycheck and anything my heart desired. I mean anything.

  It all had to come to an end when he told me about his future wife. I know when it's time to walk away and that was it. I don't share and I had my heart tangled up in him.

  I found a new job in less than a day; I'm going to guess he had something to do with that, but I'll never complain. He knows everyone who matters in this city. I'm sure he pulled some strings and I sure didn't stop him. I needed a job fast to keep up with the lifestyle I was used to. I make great money where I'm at, hell I'm even the CFO and I don't have the everyday temptation that is Jack.