by London James
And there’s that smile. The one that takes my breath and stills my heart. A part of me wonders if we are insane for doing this. I mean, get married? We barely know each other anymore, but this high I have around her, I never want it to end. She makes me feel so good, so powerful, so strong.
She is in front of me, wearing a light purple sundress, practically dragging me behind by my hand. Everly sips her drink and heads right toward the front desk. The woman there is wearing a black dress with a red ribbon around her neck. She greets us with a kind smile. Her hair is pulled back so tight; I wonder if that is the reason she is grinning. Damn, that has to hurt.
“Hi, welcome to the Venetian. How may I help you today? Do you have a reservation?”
Everly bounces on her heels and slides her eyes to me. I gesture with my chin to tell her to go ahead, and tell the kind lady what we want.
“Do you have any rooms available?”
The lady grimaces. “I’m sorry. All single rooms are booked for tonight.”
“Oh,” Everly pouts. “Thanks anyway.”
“Wait a minute.” I take off my sunglasses, and the clerk gasps.
“Mr. Michaels, why didn’t you say it was you?”
Everly rolls her eyes. “Right, I forgot.”
“You forgot I’m a billionaire?” I ask in a monotone, disbelieving voice.
“I’m used to the kid driving a beat up Toyota truck with the rusted doors. I’m not used to Rowan ‘let me hand you my card because I can buy anything’ Michaels.”
“Which one do you like more?” I ask, handing said card over to the front desk receptionist.
“The verdict is still under review. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” She sports a smug smile.
“Okay, you are all booked for the penthouse. I hope you all enjoy your stay and if you need anything, please feel free to ask us. Complimentary champagne has been delivered to your room. Enjoy.”
“Oh, yum, champagne.” Everly rubs her hands together as we make our way to the elevator. “Let’s drink it and go out for the night.”
The elevator doors slide open, revealing an empty cart. Something about elevators and Everly. I wonder if this one will shut down too. I have this fantasy and this time, I want to fuck her against the wall, preferably while it is scaling up the building. The adrenaline. The wonder. The fear of getting caught.
It will be exhilarating.
Because it will happen. I don’t care if I have to rent an elevator for an hour to make sure no one goes on it; I’m going to fuck her in one someday. Just the thought has my cock getting hard.
When the elevator doors slide shut, her breath hitches as if she can smell the lust and desire coming off me in waves. Good, because it is. I back her into the wall, running my hand up her smooth leg, and play with the flimsy material of her dress. One good yank and I could tear this thing off of her.
“Rowan, what are you doing?”
“I want you.” A deep rumble shakes my chest as I stare down the low-cut neckline of her outfit. Her breasts are pushed up, tempting me with cleavage. I lick my lips, debating on how far I want to take it. My fingers lift her dress and gravitate toward the sweet slit between her thighs.
Everly whimpers my name, “Rowan. We can’t.”
Oh, we can. We most definitely can. “I bet I can get you off before we get to the penthouse.”
“If we don’t get caught.”
“Isn’t that the fun of it?” I grin, sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it is because I’m about to marry her, and it has my system all ramped up and ready to go. This is going to be forever.
She is my forever.
My fingers brush their way through her hair, searching for the erect little nub that sends her screaming. I press against it and circle the bundled-up nerve endings under my finger. Her hands slam against the rails lining the walls, but the elevator stops a few stops below our floor. I pull my hand from between her legs, leaving her gasping for air. Sucking my fingers into my mouth as I lean against the wall beside her, a few men come on and nod their heads at us.
Her face is flushed, and I know that her pussy is wet, just begging for me to come back, but there are people on the elevator… just whatever can be done about that?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Everly
After Rowan’s manhandling in the elevator, I had him fuck me against the floor-to-ceiling window once we got into our room. Then we chugged the champagne, and now we are walking the sidewalk of the strip. The one thing the man hasn’t done yet is feed me.
I’m starving.
“Oh, let’s go here!” It’s a sushi restaurant called Rho.
“Anything you want. You’re in charge here.”
“Oh, I like that.” I bat my eyelashes at him as I peek over the curve if my shoulder.
“Behave,” he says.
“Never.”
We follow the hostess to a private booth locked away in a room that Rowan has no problem paying for. I order sashimi and a spicy yellowtail roll. He orders the same thing, and as the night passes, we eat all of our food, laugh, kiss, and drink. It’s perfect.
By the time I’m finishing off my third drink, he kisses my shoulder, and I sigh. “Are you sure you want to marry me?” I ask, feeling more bold. Now that I have a few drinks in my system, I’m ready to know the truth.
“I couldn’t be surer. I want us to be together. Don’t you think we have spent enough time apart, wasted enough time being mad or hurt? I’m ready to finally have my life with you, Everly.”
The words of reassurance bring so much relief. “I needed to hear that.”
“I’ll tell you every day for the rest of our lives, if that’s what it takes.”
I lean into him, puckering my lips for a kiss. “As much as I would love that, I think after ten years, I won’t need to hear it anymore.”
His eyes bug out, “Ten?”
“I’m just kidding,” I slur a bit. “Five, at the max,” I giggle. Oh, man am I getting drunk. So, so drunk. It feels good. So, so good.
“Let’s get out of here. There is so much to do.” He takes my hand, and we wave to the hostess as we leave. That food was delicious. I’d want to fly here every day just to have that sushi.
As we start walking down the street again, Rowan is telling me all about school and how he dropped out to develop the company. I know this because I have that scrapbook that tells me everything he has ever accomplished in this life.
But I don’t tell him that because I need to save my crazy until after we are married, right? The further down the strip we get, the darker the lights seem to get. They are reds, dark blues, and purples. It looks dangerous; like it holds the type of energy a person is probably going to try to ignore.
Not me. I want to see what this is about. “What’s this place?”
There is no name on the front of the building, but I hear low, sensual music, and moaning. Why do I hear that? Is this a strip club? There isn’t anyone outside, but it is some type of business.
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look safe. Come on, Everly. Let’s go check out one of the casinos.”
Oh, but I don’t want to gamble. I want to see what’s inside the mystery building. “Please, Rowan?” I give him big, puppy dog eyes. It always used to work on him in the past. The desert night is getting cooler, and the breeze picks up, making me shiver. If anything, I just want to go inside to get warmed up.
“Okay, but only for a second. I don’t trust the look of this place.”
And I think that is the point. The outside is painted black—even the metal doors for the entrance. Blue and purple lights spill from the frosted windows, but I can’t see what else is going on in there.
“Stay beside me. Keep a hold of my hand, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a salute.
“I like it when you call me that.” He lifts his fist and pounds on the door.
Bang, bang, bang.
Inste
ad of the door opening, someone slides a small square box over. Black eyes look at us through the hole, assessing and dangerous. “Password?”
Uh, well. I have no idea. “Please?” I say.
The man behind the door tosses his head back and laughs. That’s when I see the tattoo on his neck of skulls and flames, and it makes me gulp. “Oh, sweetheart. You are so out of your element here.”
“It’s why I’m here. I want to be out of my element,” I say with my shoulders back and back straight. I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I look like. If this guy is giving me a hard time for that, then that is a fault he has to live with.
“Okay, let me try, killer,” Rowan says as he steps forward, keeping a hard grip on my hand. “My name is Rowan Michaels. Owner of LifeRight Financial. How much will it take to get in?”
The man’s eyes behind the door widen. He slams the latch shut, and then the groan of the steel sounds as he opens the door. “I know you. Your app helped me save for the down payment of my first house.”
“That’s great, man. Happy to hear it. So, if you know who I am, you must know I have a lot of money.”
“Man, I’m not supposed to let anyone in that doesn’t know the password,” he says, like it pains him to turn a billionaire away. It should. They are losing a lot of money.
Rowan grabs his wallet and grabs five one hundred dollar bills. “Is this the password?”
The man licks his lips, tempted, but still shakes his head. “I can’t, Mr. Michaels.”
“I can respect a man that stays true to his job, but how about…” Rowan grabs more hundreds out of his wallet, and I’m wondering how he can sit on the thing when it’s so fat with money. “How about you go buy your lady something special, huh? And let me and my lady in.”
I don’t even know how much money is there. I’ve never seen so many hundred-dollar bills in my entire life.
The doors widen more to let us in, and the man grabs the money and stuffs it in his pocket. “Okay, but if I lose my job over this, I’m coming to you, and you better give me one.”
“You got it. Here; take my card. If it happens, I owe you one.” Rowan walks by the bouncer—or the look-out guy? I’m not really sure what his role is, but once we are in, we are in.
“Wow,” I say, taking a look around at the beautiful drapes covering the ceiling all the way down to the floor. The lighting is dim, very dim, almost to the point where I have to squint my eyes to see what’s going on.
The drapes are surrounding a cage. Huh, interesting. I wonder if they do live shows with animals or something, maybe a circus? The music is low, with a deep rhythm and beat. It’s slow, and it makes me want to grind against Rowan.
He drags me along the outside of the cage, draped in purple from the expensive curtains coming from the wall. My brows pinched together when we don’t see an entrance anywhere until we get to the middle of the circle on the other side of the room.
There is a man standing next to a gate, and when we get close enough, he opens the gate to let us through.
“Oh, wow,” I say with a chuckle. This is not what I was expecting. The cage isn’t a cage. Those are just fences or think of them like walls. Because then they section off small areas in the circle to create rooms with just beds that are draped in silk sheets.
“Just what in the hell have you gotten us into, baby?” Rowan stops at the first bed he sees and plops down, taking me along with him.
“I wish I knew.” I look out in the middle of the circle and see a larger bed. My gears start to turn in my head as more people arrive in less clothing. I never would have thought I would be overdressed for an event, but here I am, wearing too many clothes.
“What in the world…” Rowan whispers, looking at all the people passing us by to get to the bed next to us.
Every woman that passes is wearing lingerie showing all their bits and pieces, leaving nothing to the imagination. I cover Rowan’s eyes with my hand, and the bed jiggles from his laughter. He grabs a hold of my palm and kisses it, lacing our fingers together.
“Hey there, first time here?” A guy sitting on the bed next to us says through the cage. He has thick, silver hair, bound together at his nape. He isn’t wearing a shirt.
Or pants.
And his balls are hanging very low. I look away, blushing. Is there a locker room or something where people change? There is no way that people walk around Vegas wearing cock rings and nipple tassels.
“First timers. Did the clothes give it away?” Rowan asks, casually, as if this isn’t the first time he has seen balls that low.
There are people of all shapes, sizes, and ages, but all over eighteen. The guy next to us starts rubbing his wife’s nipples.
A woman who must twenty years younger than him. Her breasts are awesome. I stare down at mine, pushing my small breasts together to try and get more cleavage. Maybe I should get a boob job.
“Don’t even think about it,” Rowan whispers in my ear, reading my mind. “I love your tits.”
It’s hard to believe him when we are surrounded by twenty other naked women and men.
“You’re going to love it. Everyone here is really accepting. The show is great, and no one judges anyone. You can watch or not watch. Glad you’re here. Have fun,” the older man nods as the lights go down. The only light in the entire room that is on, is the light above the large bed in the middle of the room that all of us surround.
“Good evening and welcome to Overlook,” the announcer says; his voice so deep, it echoes.
“Oh my god,” I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a laugh. What are the chances of this?
“It’s named Overlook?” Rowan sits behind me, rubbing circles on my lower back as we wait to see what the announcer says.
The man is wearing an extravagant suit, one with a long tail like a magician. He has on heavy eyeliner and no shirt. The rings in his nipples shine against the light. He has a British accent, roping me in with the natural sexual appeal it has.
“Hey,” Rowan nudges.
“Sorry, he is really good at his job,” I blink, trying to clear the spell he has put me under.
“Tonight, we want you to sit back, relax, and touch yourself. Or don’t. Touch your partner, or if you’re here alone, feel free to come touch me,” he purrs. “Just remember, you can’t leave this room until the show is over.”
“If they sell shirts, I’m buying one and never letting you live this down,” Rowan whispers into my ear.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the show and welcome, Angela and Sebastian,” he draws out the man’s name.
I pull my legs under me to get more comfortable. The sensual music comes back on, and two people come out of the dark. The woman is lean and fit, with long brown hair, and big breasts. Her lips are painted red, and her outfit shows everything. The thong rides up her ass, showing her firm globes. Her belly is taut, and the little bikini top barely covers her nipples.
She lays on the bed, arching her back. Her body glitters against the light from the oil she has slathered all over her body, and she starts to roll around seductively, lifting her ass in the air and rubbing her tits against the bed.
While she is in that position, the man comes out next, wearing nothing.
I swallow and start to sweat. We can’t leave. It’s too late. No one is allowed to leave while the show is going on. Oh god, what did I get us into?
Every time the man takes a step, his very long cock slaps against his thighs. His balls are tight, pulled up to his body, and his erection gleams in the light, the slit winking at me, even from afar. This time Rowan’s hand comes and blocks my vision.
I giggle and lower his hand from my face. “Your cock is the best, baby.”
“Damn right. You better remember that,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder.
Sebastian gets on the bed next, and then it slowly starts to turn, letting everyone get a peek at what is going on. She rolls over and he kisses her. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, as he settles
between her legs.
My pussy starts to tingle. I wiggle around to try and get more comfortable, but it doesn’t make a difference. My clit is throbbing, and the show hasn’t even really started yet. Sebastian starts to kiss his way down her chest, grabbing Angelica’s breasts as he feasts on her pussy.
The woman’s moans echo throughout the room.
Other moans follow from others. I can’t see anyone. Not even our old neighbor. I can only hear the noises. Everyone is groaning, grunting, whimpering, and my throat gets dry. I reach for the mini-fridge next to the round bed and grab a bottle of water. I need something to wet my parched throat.
I down half the bottle, but it doesn’t work.
Sebastian flips around, still licking her pussy, yanking loud moans from her, but he shoves his cock down her throat. His thick, long cock doesn’t even go halfway into her mouth because he is so big.
I want Rowan to do that to me.
The thought makes my own moan echo.
And it grabs Rowan’s attention. “You like this?” he whispers, ghosting his lips over my sensitive skin. I’m hot and sweaty. Everything seems oversensitive right now. “If I touch your pussy, will you be wet?”
I nod, unable to say anything because all of my attention is focused on the two people putting on a show. Sebastian is sliding his cock inside Angelica’s pussy now, and she lets out a long, guttural groan from taking all of his cock. Sebastian’s back muscles flex as he starts a furious rhythm.
Suddenly, Rowan pushes me to the headboard, making sure I am still sitting up so I can see the show. He pushes my legs apart and dives in, lapping at my swollen clit. I never thought in a million years, I’d ever do this.
Here I am, though. Surrounded by people having sex because they are watching people have sex. It is kind of like live porn. I can see the appeal. Will I do this again? I don’t know, but right now, I’m really enjoying it.
Rowan sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth, and I groan along with all the other women in the room. My eyes feast on where Angelica and Sebastian meet. His cock is shining with her juices, fucking her bare and raw.