by Ruby Steele
“What if we play for something a bit less…monetary.” He gives me an enigmatic smile.
“I’m game. What do you have in mind?” My pulse is pounding wildly, the blood roaring in my ears.
“One game. You and me. Winner takes all. Set your own stakes.”
Here’s my chance. The one I’ve been waiting for. I can put it all out there and claim this night as a victory. Or he could laugh in my face. I study him intensely. It’s never gone well when I announce my status as the not-so-proud owner of a pesky v-card. What if he changes his mind? He exudes sexuality, and maybe my inexperience is a huge turn-off.
“Deal,” I say, ready to put it all out there. “I can bet anything at all?”
He nods, a predatory gleam coming into his eyes.
“Okay. Let me think. This has to be good.” I purse my lips as if I don’t already know what I’m going to say. The words my virginity are on the tip of my tongue, but at the last minute I chicken out, blurting out the first thing I can think of. “If I win, you take me to the fanciest restaurant in town.”
I wince. Seriously? I could have said anything at all, and I ask for dinner. I want to put all my quantum physics research to the test and attempt time travel. Just thirty seconds back in time. That’s not too much to ask, right? Too bad it’s just a theory.
He laughs again. “Okay. If you win, dinner it is.”
“What about if you win?”
Watching me closely, his face turns serious. “Breakfast tomorrow.”
I start to nod, trying to ignore the flood of disappointment. There went my one chance, and I blew it, royally. Meals. That’s what we’re betting. Woohoo, living large.
But I freeze when Aiden reaches for a lock of my hair and twirls it around his finger.
“After you spend the rest of tonight in my bed.”
4
Aiden
I collect my chips in what has to be the quickest escape from a table in the history of gambling, making sure Olivia has hers as well. My body is as tight as a drum as I grab her around the waist and yank her to my side, my hand low on her hip as I look down into her wide green eyes before ushering her out of the high limit room and through the casino, toward the elevators.
Since the second she stuck out her hand to shake on the terms of our bet, I haven’t been able to think far past the raging boner that seems to be guiding my decisions tonight. The way her eyes dilated and her breath escaped in shallow gasps told me she wants this just as much as I do.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“To my room,” I practically growl, feeling like a caged animal as I fight for control. I really just want to push her up against a wall right now and ravage her mouth until I convince her to spend the night with me, regardless of the bet.
Her mouth forms a little round O, and my mind immediately takes a turn toward the filthy. What will those lips feel like wrapped around my dick? I’m determined to know.
When she doesn’t say anything for a minute, I realize that I must be coming across like a total jerk. I inhale, reining in my lust in what feels like a superhuman effort.
I stop and turn her to face me, running my hands lightly up and down her arms. “What I should have said is, I have a deck of cards up in my room.” I smile as she seems to relax a little. “Is that okay? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. We can grab a deck from the gift shop.”
Or maybe she’s having second thoughts. It’s not every day that you make a bet involving sex with a complete stranger. Oddly, I don’t feel like she’s a stranger. I feel some connection with her. Maybe it’s the way we immediately fell into an easy rapport, mixing flirting with actual conversation. Maybe it’s the fact that this woman is not only sexy as hell but has a brain to match. I don’t know what it is. What I do know is that I’m not ready for this night to end. Even if we do just have dinner. I want to spend more time with her. Get to know her.
She shakes her head quickly, swaying slightly toward me. “No. Your room is fine,” she says, her voice husky.
On impulse, I lift my hand to cup her cheek and brush my thumb across her mouth. Her eyes flutter closed, and I brush my lips across hers, so light it’s barely a kiss. But the sparks that ignite are far from innocent. Her eyes fly open, lust shining in them like a beacon.
“Let’s go,” Olivia says.
Once we’re in the elevator, joined by three other people, I push the button for the top floor. I lean back against the wall and pull her to my side, tracing light circles on the exposed skin of her back. She shivers and looks at me again, everything I want reflected in her eyes. Fuck, this is the slowest elevator in the history of the world.
After what feels like hours, but is really only a couple minutes, the last of the other passengers steps off the elevator and the doors slide shut silently as we begin to ascend once more. Unable to wait another second to taste her, I whirl around, pressing her back against the mirrored wall, my fingers digging into her hip as I lower my head.
We’re so close our breath is mingling. Hers is coming in fast pants that echo my own anticipation. Unable to resist, I push my hips forward, letting her feel what she’s doing to me.
A tiny moan escapes her lips as she feels how hard I am, and she rocks against me, pulling needy groan from my own mouth.
“Do you see what you’re doing to me? How much I want you? Fuck, Olivia, you have no idea how much I want to win this bet.”
Biting that full red lip, she looks at me coyly from beneath her lashes. “I want you to win, too.”
I groan and drop my forehead to hers. I want so badly to kiss her right now. But a gambling man never rushes into anything without sizing up his opponent. The more I leave her wanting, aching for me to touch her, the better my chances will be.
Yeah, I know. That makes me sound like a total ass. I swear I’m not. I’ve never in my life made a bet to get a woman in my bet. I don’t have to. Which is why I fight every instinct screaming at me to kiss this woman and instead, take a step back. I want her to come to me willingly, bet or not.
She takes a step toward me, reaching for my jacket and starting to pull me close, but the elevator reaches the top and stops doors sliding open to reveal a short hall with only four doors.
I watch as Olivia steps into the hall and looks, then turns to me in question. “A penthouse?”
I nod and move to the second door, opening it gesturing for her to go in first. Following her inside, I flip on the lights, then lean against the door as I watch her take it all in. Her eyes are huge as she looks around the room, taking tentative steps forward.
“This is incredible,” she breathes. “I’ve never been in a penthouse before.”
Yet she was playing high-limit blackjack like a pro. I shake my head, a grin pulling at my lips. This woman fascinates me.
I walk past her into the sunken living area and grab a deck of cards off an end table. Holding them up in the air, I ask, “Ready to lose?”
A fire ignites in her eyes, and I have to laugh. If I hadn’t already discerned it, I’d certainly know now that Olivia has a competitive streak to be reckoned with. I almost regret my words, because now I know she’s not going to just let me win as I hoped.
She makes her way carefully down the steps into the living area, nearly tripping on the last step. I’m at her side in an instant, steadying her with an arm around her waist. Brushing a honey blonde wave out of her face, she looks up at me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Thanks,” she mumbles. “Heels aren’t my usual attire.”
“I’d say take them off, but all night I’ve been wondering what you might look like in nothing else.”
She gapes, and I have to laugh. Sitting down on the overstuffed sectional sofa, I open the deck and start shuffling the cards. When she stays where she’s at, I pat the seat beside me. “Come on. I have a bet to win here.”
She smirks, the feisty woman I’ve seen all night coming back. “You mean you have a dinner to pay for.”
I just smile, handing her the deck to cut. Once she does, I take the cards again and play dealer, placing her two cards face-down and one of mine face-up.
“You ready for this?”
She nods and picks up her cards, her face a total mask.
“You ought to try poker with a face like that,” I tease.
She merely smiles, revealing nothing.
I have an ace showing and turn up the corner of one of my cards to see what I’m working with. Trying to keep my face as blank as hers, I look back at her and arch my brow in question. Do you want another card?
Olivia narrows her eyes as if she’s trying to read me, then shakes her head. “I’m good.”
I nod and set down the deck. “Me too.”
The moment of truth. Olivia lays her cards down, face up. A queen and a king. “Impressive,” I say, watching her face for her reaction to my words. I can tell she thinks she’s won. The interesting thing is that she looks disappointed. She wants to owe me a night in my bed.
I grin. “What do you want for dinner?”
Her eyes meet mine, and she shrugs as if she really couldn’t care less.
“Room service is pretty amazing, and they’re open all night.”
She nods. “That’s fine.”
“Really?” I ask, deadpan. “Of all the restaurants you could choose, you’re settling on room service?”
“Looks like I am.”
I casually pick up my cards, then lay the ace on the table. “Good. Because that’s what you’re stuck with until I take you to breakfast in the morning.”
Her eyes fly to mine, that perfect mouth dropping open in realization. I throw my other card down. A king. Blackjack.
“After you’ve spent the entire night in my bed.”
My words are like a gunshot starting signal. She turns on the sofa, throwing a leg over me and pushing her hands on my chest until I fall back into the plush cushions. She’s straddling me, her skirt riding up so high on those toned legs that I can see the curve of her ass. I’ve been waiting all night to feel those legs, and as she hovers over me, hands still bracing herself against my chest, golden hair falling over her face and shoulders until the tips are teasing me, brushing against my face, I run my fingertips slowly up the back of her thighs. I reach that delicious curve and slide my fingers under the tight red fabric of her dress, groaning when my hand meets bare flesh. Needing to see, I tug at the hem of her dress until it reveals the sexiest black and red lace thong I’ve ever seen.
Fuck me. I’m so hard and ready to go, I could toss her over the back of this couch and sink into her right now. Gritting my teeth, I force my eyes back to her face. I won’t rush this. I want to savor every second of this night. But because I just can’t resist, I dip a finger into the lacy fabric. I need to know if she’s as turned on as I am. If she wants this as much I think she does.
“Fuck, Olivia,” I bite out when I feel how wet she is. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
My words must be even more of a turn on for her, because as she moans, I feel her get even wetter, soaking my fingers as I brush them along her pussy.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like it when I talk dirty?” I ask, teasing her clit with my finger as I circle it once, twice, then return to stroking her gently. “Do you like it when I touch your pussy? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” I press the tip of one finger inside her, and she cries out.
“Oh god,” she sighs. “Yes, yes. God, yes, I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus. She’s like a live wire, writhing in my arms like she’s ready to explode, even though I’ve barely touched her.
“I will, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” She jerks forward, her hips begging for more. “But first I’m going to make you come with my fingers.”
I pull her head towards mine and nip at her lips. “Then with my mouth.” I remove my hand from her panties and grip her hips, slamming them down against my straining erection. “Then I’m going to fill you with this cock and make you come on it over and over again.”
A shudder races over her body as she looks at me through half-lidded eyes, drunk on lust. “Yes. Please. I want all of that.”
I thread my fingers through her hair and yank, tilting her head back. She gyrates against me, thrusting her hips frantically against my dick as I drag my tongue from her collarbone, up her neck, to her mouth. “You do want it, don’t you?” I whisper against her lips.
A whimper is my only answer as she clutches my shirt, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I chuckle in satisfaction. It’s fucking awesome to know that this sexy as hell woman wants me just as much as I want her.
I brush my tongue against her lips, and she immediately opens for me, kissing me back with feverish need. She tastes like lime and vodka, intoxicating, and I stroke her mouth with my tongue in a sensual way that echoes what I’ll be doing to her pussy before long. It’s all tongues and teeth and lips moving together in a dance that leaves us both breathless.
Lifting her from where she’s going to work on my lap, I decide I need to know right fucking now what she looks like when she comes. I slip my finger inside her panties again, but it’s too much trouble to move her away to take them off, so I grip them tightly and yank hard, the delicate fabric tearing away from her body in one motion.
She gasps, pulling back slightly and staring at me in shock. I laugh. “I’ll buy you more. They were in my way.”
“Oh god,” she says again, her eyes rolling back in her head as I dip my finger into her pussy and drag the wetness up to her clit, where I rub her in quick circles. “That was fucking hot, Aiden.”
“Yeah?” I trail my finger back to her opening and tease her with my fingertip again. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like it when I’m rough with you?”
I watch her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her lip, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “I—I think I do,” she says.
We’ll find out. But first I need to hear her cry out as she comes all over my fingers. Without warning, I push my finger all the way inside her.
“Goddamn, Olivia,” I growl. “You are so fucking tight.” Jesus Christ, I have never felt a pussy as tight and wet as hers. I drag my finger out slowly, then plunge it in again, never easing up on rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She lets out a scream of pleasure, her eyes going wide and locking with mine as I continue to pump my finger in and out of her. I’m about to add a second finger when I feel her body tense and her inner walls begin to pulse around my finger. Her legs shake and her head falls back as she comes on my hand, soaking me with her juices.
I can’t look away. I’ve never seen a woman in such pure ecstasy. I mean, I’ve made plenty of women come, but nothing has ever been like this. Olivia is giving into her orgasm with total abandon. When the wave crests, she drops down onto my chest, her breath heaving and her body trembling with aftershocks. As I slip my finger out, she shudders again. I want nothing more than to be inside of her again. Right now. To know what it feels like to have that tight pussy milk my cock.
But I plan on making her come a few more times first. After a minute, she lifts her head and looks at me, wonder on her face. “I have never in my life had an orgasm like that,” she says bluntly.
I smile at her candor and drop a light kiss on her lips. “Just wait. That was only teaser.” Shifting her gently to the side and brushing her hair from her face, I stand up.
“Where are you going?”
I wink. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
5
Olivia
I’m liquid. I’m boneless. I’m both floating on air, light as a feather, and so heavy I can’t move a muscle. I sink further into Aiden’s cushy sofa and replay in my head every second of what just happened.
Ho. Le. Fuck. I have never come so hard in my life. Ever. And every self-administered, hand-delivered orgasm that came before? They didn’t even compar
e. Almost as if they weren’t even orgasms to begin with. My body is still on fire, every nerve buzzing from what he did to me. With only his fingers.
His words from before come back to me. My mouth. My cock. Am I terrible for loving how dirty he talks? A shiver of anticipation rolls through my body as I think about everything else ahead of us tonight.
“Want another drink?” Aiden calls out from the kitchen.
“Mmmhmm,” I manage to say. Coherent speech still eludes me.
As I start to come down off the high he brought me to, I look around the penthouse again. It’s incredible. Grays and tans, with mahogany wood accents and beams. Stainless steel and gray in the kitchen. It’s very modern and rich. But my favorite part has to be the giant wall of glass that covers the entire room from floor to ceiling. The view of the Strip alone has to make this penthouse cost an outrageous amount of money.
Which makes me wonder, just who is this guy? He’s ridiculously wealthy, that much is clear. If not from the penthouse, then by the ten-thousand-dollar bets he threw around all night like beads at Mardi Gras. I want to know, but I don’t. I won’t see Aiden again after tomorrow. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Best to just enjoy my incredible luck at finding the god of all sex gods without getting in too deep.
Pushing myself up from the sofa, I’m drawn to the view at the window. I stand, adjusting my skirt back down over my hips, and hobble over to look out. Damn Becca and these shoes. I want to kick them off, but I think my feet may be starting to swell and I may not get them back on again. And Aiden seemed to like the idea of me wearing just the shoes. I grin and press my forehead to the glass, looking out at all the glittering lights of the Strip. The cool glass feels good on my overheated skin, and I close my eyes.
When I open them again, the lights outside begin to swirl and blur together, and I step back quickly, suddenly dizzy. I trip over my own damn feet and know I’m about to go down hard, when Aiden appears at my side, steadying me.