He was loving this, “Vegas baby, where else is there for my kind of fun?”
‘Woah’ this was going to be epic. I jumped up and clapped my hands, “I’ve never been to Las Vegas, I’m so excited!”
“Good, I know all the best places, we are going to have the time of our lives.” I believed him too.
He poured me a glass of chilled wine and made himself a whisky with ice before sitting down next to me and pulling me back into his lap.
“After these we can head back there.” He nodded to the bedroom at the back, “You know, if you’re tired or anything.”
“I don’t think we’ll be using that room for sleep champ.” I winked. “Never thought I’d join the mile high club in a room like that.”
“What did you picture?”
“A gross smelly toilet.”
“You’ve been dating the wrong kind of guys princess.”
“Ain’t that the truth!”
I drank my first glass of wine way too fast and was feeling tipsy already when Joe filled it up again.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“I don’t need to get you drunk to have my wicked way with you. But it is fun to see you all giggly and girlie. I like how alcohol makes you so horny baby.”
“And an outrageous flirt.” I added.
“The less you talk about that the better, I’m fiercely jealous too you know.” He said with a frown.
He picked up our drinks in one hand and held my hand with the other as he led me to the back of the plane and the comfort of the bedroom. I was weaving this way and that on my wobbly legs, the mix of excitement, wine and Joe had gone to my head.
He put the drinks on the dresser next to the bed then locked the door behind me as I giggled and grabbed him to me around the waist. He smelled so good and felt even better I wanted to jump him right there.
“Slow and steady baby, slow and steady.” He breathed into my ear and made me shiver with his delicate kisses along my neck and jaw. “I don’t want to rush a thing right now. I want to take my time and enjoy every delicious inch of you.”
Was there any better way to spend a rainy English Thursday morning than to be devoured at 30,000 feet by a sex God? No! I was past heaven right now and in another realm.
He peeled my clothes off, and I gave him an appreciative nod as he slipped my underwear off without a single tear. “Impressive.” I joked.
“Some things have to be savoured.”
He kissed me deeper on the lips now, brushing his tongue lazily with mine and stroking my cheek with his thumb as his other hand rested at the base of my spine and he walked me backwards until my knees hit the back of the bed. Then he pushed his body weight against mine and forced me to lie back. I pulled his shirt over his head and he broke contact just so he could pull it over his head, before continuing his amazing kiss and sending my head dizzy. I pulled his belt open and yanked the buttons of his jeans free, then grabbed each side to draw them down his muscly legs. He crawled off me and pushed them all the way down his legs until he could kick them off along with his shoes and socks then he did the same with his boxers. He looked like a Greek God stood there all rippling muscles and power. It made me feel weak and helpless for him.
He crawled back over me and kissed me before moving to my neck and making me sigh with need.
“I can’t wait any longer Joe, I need you.” I was desperate.
He ran a hand down my side and felt in-between my legs to where I was more than ready for him, and without another word he lifted my one knee up to bend it as far is it would go and then settled over me, pushing his long, hard cock into me slowly. I’d never get used to how big he was and how good it felt to feel him stretching me. It was beyond ecstasy.
“More.” I whispered and he pulled out almost fully before pushing back in with a bit more force this time, and circling inside me, rubbing my clit and building my arousal. His one hand was under me, holding onto my shoulder as the other was gripping my hip for support. He continued pulling out to the tip and pushing forward with the same force making me gasp and writhe under him.
I bent my other knee up, to get him in deeper and wrapped them around his back, pushing my hips forward to meet him as he thrust forward. This was different right now, he was making love to me, showing me how much he adored me. He started kissing me as he moved in and out, round and round at a slow steady pace before, nuzzling into my neck and panting.
“Faster.” I urged as I grabbed onto his ass to force him into increasing the pace. He lifted his head up and put his forehead against mine as his thrusts became faster and more urgent. His eyes bored into mine as he lifted his hand from my hip and cupped my face.
“I love you so much Ella. So so much.”
“I love you too Joe, more than anything.”
I put both my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, nuzzling myself into his neck now and feeling like my heart would burst open. My body was raw with the intensity of my feelings right now. My orgasm was building to the sweetest crescendo and my mind was blown. This was it for me, Joe was it for me. I never wanted to let him go.
“Now Ella.” He said and we both came together in a heady mix of throbbing, contracting and groaning. It was amazing, it always was. No one had ever and would ever make me feel this way. I had found my nirvana in Joe. I wouldn’t give him up for the whole world.
“I want to marry you Ella.” Joe blurted out.
“What?” I was struck dumb. I had been thinking the very same thoughts, but post orgasm was so the wrong time to propose marriage.
“Joe you need to think about asking me that at a time when we aren’t stuck together like this. Neither one of us has our head on straight right now.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my head right now. I’ve been thinking about it for some time. I love you Ella, I want to be with you forever. I’ll never let you go, you know that. I want to marry you.”
I grabbed his face in both my hands and looked him in the eyes.
“I’m not saying no champ, but I’m not saying yes yet either. I’m saying lets have some thinking time and when the time is right you can ask me again. Now isn’t the right time Joe, not really.”
I felt bad then, he looked crest fallen. Had I said something too negative? Given him the impression I was against the idea? Marrying Joe would be a dream come true, but I knew him. He was romantic and thought things through carefully before doing anything. An off the cuff proposal like that wasn’t him. He must have let the emotions of the moment get to him.
He sighed then said, “You’re right, you deserve a proper proposal, I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. There’s nothing I’d want more than to marry you Joe, you’re my soul mate, my best friend. I love you so much it hurts. But let’s not rush into anything okay?”
He nodded. “I know, I will plan something much better I promise.”
You don’t have to plan anything special champ, just don’t ask me straight after sex, that way I’ll know you mean it and aren’t just thinking with your other head.” He laughed heartily now.
“I get what you mean, suppose it does look a bit off.”
“I’ll never say no to you Joe, you know that.”
He kissed my nose and rolled onto his back pulling me on top of him.
“Maybe I’ll wait for you to ask me.”
“No way dude, I’m old fashioned. No way I’m getting down on my knee. Not in my heels anyway.”
11
We lay together for about an hour until I fell asleep. When I woke Joe was just coming out of the shower, a white towel wrapped low around his hips and beads of water dripping lusciously down his rippling stomach muscles.
“You should have woken me.”
“I couldn’t you look so sweet when you’re asleep.”
I was just a
bout to ask him if he’d taken another picture of me, when I remembered I wasn’t supposed to know about those pictures and stopped myself just in time. He bent down to kiss me and said, “Take your time getting up, have a shower or whatever. I’ll be out there catching up on some emails okay princess?”
“Yes.” I stretched like a cat on the bed and then dragged myself to the bathroom to shower and freshen up.
When I made my way into the cabin, the main TV on the wall indicated that we were close to Vegas now. We must have slept a lot longer than I realised.
“The police have emailed me some of the CCTV footage from the night of the fire. They wondered if I recognised anyone. Do you want to see it?”
I nodded and sat next to Joe to watch the footage. There were three males in baseball caps with well-known American baseball team logos on them, carrying petrol cans. Their clothing was non-descript, plain and dark t-shirts and jeans.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the way one of the men moved reminded me of someone. I couldn’t for the life of me think who it reminded me of though. I leaned in closer to get a better view.
“Do you recognise either of them?” I asked turning to see Joe frown and run his hands through his dark wavy hair.
“No, I don’t.”
I pointed to the one male, “The way he walks, and moves reminds me of someone. I don’t know who though.”
“Could it be one of the men working on site, or someone from my offices?”
“No I don’t think so. It’s probably nothing but if anything comes to me I’ll let you know.”
“The baseball caps make me think it’s someone I know from home, you know the U.S.”
“People all over the world wear baseball caps like that Joe, don’t be paranoid. I’d still bet money on it being mindless thugs, committing arson for the fun of it.”
“But what if it isn’t? What if someone’s in the building next time?”
It didn’t bear thinking about.
“Try not to let it get to you. This whole fire has been so stressful for you. Let’s try to put it to the back of our minds just for now and enjoy this time together.”
He agreed and logged his computer off before settling back into his chair and grabbing me into him for a kiss.
“I can’t believe I’m skipping work to go and play in Vegas.”
“We could make it longer if you like? Or we could go to a deserted beach to chill out for a week after this.” He had no idea about work commitments. I couldn’t just up and leave them all for a week. I’d have no job to come back to. “Vegas can tire the most energetic people out you know.”
“I’ll be fine, I’m a decade younger than you old man.” I teased. He did not look impressed. Oh dear, I think I’d hit a raw nerve.
“Is my age an issue for you? Because I bet I can outperform any 24 year old in the bedroom.”
“Oh I know you can, and no your age isn’t an issue I was joking.” He was always so confident I found it incredible that he took my teasing seriously. “Dude you need to lighten up, I like that you’re older and have more stamina.”
He laughed now to my relief. “I’ll be increasing my work outs soon to keep up with my younger woman that’s for sure. Can’t have her complaining or left wanting.”
“As if!” I purred.
The plane made its descent to the airport and once we exited there was a blacked out limo waiting on the tarmac for us. A chauffeur waiting to hold the doors open for us.
“I’ve booked us into the Skylofts MGM Grand, I wasn’t sure which hotel to choose, but it’ll be more convenient for what I want to show you.”
“That means nothing to me champ, but I’m sure it’ll be out of this world. Everything you do is amazing.”
Boy was it amazing and then some. The staff couldn’t do enough for us, we had a private butler and every magical touch you’d expect if you were royalty. The skylofts were like apartments of mega luxury. I’d never even been to a hotel with a pillow menu before. I was dizzy with excitement. The infinity spa and bathroom with its designer toiletries made me drool. I didn’t think I’d want to go back to my shabby chic bedroom at Robyn’s anytime soon. My room at home was more shabby than chic, this was a whole new world.
Las Vegas by day was something to see, but Vegas by night was awesome. I felt like I’d entered a whole new world of lights and sounds, dreams and aspirations. The buzz across the city was fabulous and made you feel so alive. You could feel the beat of the place running through you, it flowed through your veins like an electrical current, turning you into a crazier version of yourself. Glancing at Joe I could see him stand taller, more powerful. His confidence was a real turn on, and every woman stared as he walked past. It made me feel like dragging him back to the room and keeping him in bed so only I could enjoy him.
“You are way too handsome, I’m going to need to keep you on a tight leash.”
“No you don’t, I’m not leaving your side for a minute princess.”
We took in the casinos and even though Joe insisted on getting me chips to play I was quite happy watching. I just felt so lucky to be here and be a part of it all. The scale of everything was so much bigger and better than anything I’d ever experienced in the U.K. I was fascinated by the older men playing for big money like it was nothing. I wondered what it must feel like to be that wealthy that you don’t have to budget and ration your cash to make it last. So rich you can throw it around like candy and not even blink an eye.
“Can I just keep my chips and watch you? I can cash them in and buy a new pair of shoes instead.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll buy you whatever you want but you can’t come to a Vegas casino and just watch babe. You gotta be a part of it.”
Joe kept a very tight and proprietary hold of me, not letting me go for even a second. I was glad really, as some of the sleazy looks I was getting from the older guys made my skin crawl. I’d always heard about the darker side of Las Vegas through movies and the media, I didn’t plan on experiencing any of it. ‘I hope they don’t think I’m some kind of hooker!’ I thought. Then found myself glancing around to see if I could spot any high class working girls ‘working’ the floor. It was all very different to my usual nights out at Après with the roly poly doormen, salt of the earth clientele and greasy kebab on the way home.
“Next time I bring you I’ll take you to a show and do more girlie things for you, but this trip is all about my world.” He said as I sat with him at a black Jack table watching him play. The man next to him stared at my chest then sleazily dragged his eyes down my body to my legs, and I felt like calling him out on it, but decided better of it. A showdown between him and Joe was the last thing I needed.
“What is this world you’re pulling me into?”
“Boxing. There’s a big match on Saturday. We can go
and see the weigh in on Friday, but Saturday is the big
fight. There’s nothing quite like watching a live fight in
Vegas.”
Joe looked like he belonged here, nodding at the croupier and playing cards like a pro. I had no idea what was going on right now. I could just about manage the slot machines and snap. These tables were scary.
“I’ve never seen a boxing match before, won’t it be full of men shouting? Will I stand out being the only girl?”
I must’ve seemed a real enigma to him as he shook his head in amusement as the croupier turned over his cards then handed Joe more chips.
“Of course not, it’s not underground bare knuckle boxing you know. Some of the most well-known celebrities come to see these fights, and yes there are women there too. You won’t be showered with blood and sweat at the end sweetheart.”
I blushed, I knew I wasn’t well versed in all things wealthy like him, but how was I to know what a boxing match would be like?
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll explain it
all to you & I can guarantee by the end you’ll love it.”
“I know I’ll love it cuz you love it.” I smiled. “What should I wear though?”
“I’ve brought you a matching t shirt and shorts so you can support the best fighter.”
“Really?”
“No!” He was doubling over now, laughing at my naivety. “I’m wearing a suit, you can wear a dress. Whatever you brought with you will look stunning. You are always stunning Ella.”
“Good Lord! I thought I was going to have to slum it in shorts then. That’s so not my style.”
“I know. Did you think I’d bring you to somewhere down market and shabby?”
“I didn’t know what to expect.”
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
I loved the weigh in, seeing the machine like men facing each other off like some kind of pantomime, trading insults that had me sniggering. I wasn’t sure it was the right reaction to have but I couldn’t help it. They were trying to psyche each other out and I just found it all hilarious. Joe looked like he wanted to be a part of it, he was buzzing next to me. I hoped this trip wouldn’t inspire him to start up fighting again, I wasn’t sure I could take that. I didn’t care for the idea of watching him get hit on a regular basis no matter how much he loved the sport. His beautiful face was too stunning to be mangled by an opponent’s boxing gloves.
“Did you do that when you were boxing all those years ago?”
“We had weigh-ins and yeah we would try to psyche each other out but not to this extent, this is pure drama for the media. They love it.”
“Do you ever wish you were still boxing?” I held my breathe dreading the response.
“Sometimes, but I wouldn’t look like this if I did. Do you like cauliflower ears babe?”
“Gross, no I don’t.”
“Good job I quit then.”
He looked sad when he said that though, and I knew some part of him missed the sport.
“Did you ever get hurt?”
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