Atlas

My phone rings for the seventieth time in the last two hours. Word got out that I’m here and I won’t be able to hole up in this room much longer. I think it’s Friday, which means I’ve cocooned myself in this hotel room for nearly two whole days.

It ain’t like Vegas has anything new to show me, and I must have been exhausted if I needed this much sleep. Usually I wait to crash and burn after the tour’s ended, but we’re close to the finish line. Vegas has two nights, Sunday and Monday, and then we’re off for three months.

Shit, I guess I should figure out what I’m doing with the next three months of my life. I haven’t been to Europe in a while... maybe I’ll drag Red’s fat ass to his homeland and we can drink beer and fuck hot redheads all damn day.

I listen for any noise coming from the rest of the suite. The familiar clack of pool balls tells me Red’s out there enjoying his favorite past time.

Dragging myself out of bed, I get ready to face the day.

Er, night. It’s probably nighttime by now, yeah? I decline the call then look at the time. Yep. I’ve slept for a good long while. It’s just after ten pm.

I step over to the windows, then pull the blackout curtains open and look outside. Hands on my hips, I stretch, giving anyone below who’s smart enough to look up an uninhibited view of my dick. “Good morning, Vegas.”

I grab my cell and dial Dave.

He answers on the second ring. “Atlas, my man. So the rumors are true? You’re in town?”

“Looks like it.”

“And the rest of the boys?”

“Nah. They’re almost here though. I hopped a plane. Had to get off that damn bus.”

“Yeah, man, I can get that. What can I get for you tonight? Party favors? Ladies?”

“No party favors for me, man. Trying to cut back on the booger sugar.”

“All right, all right, let’s see...” There’s a long pause and the sound of papers shuffling as Dave likely looks over his roster. “Oh, right on, looks like Cambria is working tonight.”

I close my eyes and try to recall which one that is. “She hot?”

“The hottest.”

“Send her over. I’m at the Rock.”

Dave chuckles. “Paradise Penthouse?”

“Always.”

“Man, you know there are other hotels in Veg—”

I end the call, cutting Dave off before he can finish, but I’ve heard it all before. Everyone’s always coming out here to stay at the newer places, and I’m stuck on my old favorite. But, hey, when you find something you like, you stick with it, yeah? There are plenty of penthouses in Vegas, but this one is mine. I’ve stayed in the Paradise penthouse the last three times we’ve come to town. It feels like home as much as a hotel on the road can feel like something you’ve never truly known.

And no, that apartment in Stanton doesn’t really count, I left that shithole when I was sixteen and never looked back. What even is home anyway?

Here at the Rock, I’ve got a pool table for when I feel like fucking around, a plush bed when I feel like fucking, and my own private pool if I feel like fucking in water.

I send Dave a quick follow-up text.

Me: Bring champagne

Dave: 2 bottles of Dom, coming right up.

Me: Make it 3

I set the phone on the charging pad on the nightstand, then walk to the door of my room and open it to peek my head out. “Red!”

“Yeah, boss?”

“I’m expecting a visitor. Send her in when she gets here.”

“Sure thing,” he calls.

I close the bedroom door and make my way to the giant marble bathroom; time to shower, shit, and shave.

There’s a knock on my door exactly twenty minutes later. I look in the mirror at the three days’ worth of five o’clock shadow. She got here before I could get to the final step in my routine. I nod at my reflection and pucker my lips. I’ll just rock the beard stubble. Fuck it.

I tighten the towel around my waist and shake extra drops of water from my hair, then walk to the door and haul it open.

Her black hair is streaked with blonde, and her skin is naturally tanned. I focus on her face, studying her features. She’s Puerto Rican; I’d bet my life on it. Fuck me... if she has an accent, I’m one lucky little sonofabitch tonight.

She’s dressed in a pale beige sweater dress with a thick weave that perfectly shows the outline of her tits.

Taut nipples strain to poke through the fabric.

I meet her gaze and nod my approval.

She smiles, then holds up a bottle of Dom. “Are you going to invite me in, or should we just fuck out here in the living room?”

I smile, considering, then look past her at Red. “What do you think, bro, you want us to give you a little show?”

Red rolls his eyes and shakes his head, then lines up for his next shot.

“Your loss.” I look back at her and raise my eyebrows. “Come in.” I step aside and watch her walk in, then close the door.

She stops at the desk and turns around, then leans her butt against it and stares at me while she opens the champagne. “Is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

The champagne cork flies out with a loud pop, and as the bubbles start to spill over, she brings the bottle to her lips.

I unwrap my towel and let it fall to the floor.

Her eyes widen and she lowers the bottle to focus on my dick. When she licks her lips, I smile in amusement. “Ready for lift off when you are.”

She giggles, then steps toward me, never taking her gaze off my cock. When she’s just a foot away, she extends her arm, offering me the bottle. I bring it to my lips, then watch her kneel before me as I take a long swig of champagne.

“Permission to come aboard, sir?” she asks, her voice playful but her eyes hungry as fuck. Oh yeah, she’s good.

“Permission granted.”

I take another long pull of the champagne and she takes a long pull of my dick. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back as she slides her lush lips around me and takes my full length. When she gags, I freeze, waiting to see if she’ll ease up like they usually do. Instead, she pushes past the gag reflex and takes me deeper. When the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, she moans, and I grip her head with my free hand.

Looking down at her, I hold her gaze while I guide her mouth up and down my cock.

When my dick throbs from fullness and my leg starts to twitch, I pull her head back. She licks at the tip of my dick, then sucks the pre-cum from the tip as she looks up at me.

“Bed. Now.”

She grins and rises quickly, then turns toward the bed.

I focus on her ass and the way it sways in that dress. “Wait.”

She pauses.

Good girl. “Strip for me on your way. Slowly.”

She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles, then starts slowly lifting her sweater dress over her head. It’s rare that a chick I hook up with has skin untouched by tattoos—sometimes tattoos of my name or face, which is unsettling as fuck—and I kinda dig it. So smooth and ready to be marked.

By me.

“Wait.”

She stops again, so obedient.

I close the distance between us and run my hand down her spine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch, twitching beneath my fingertips. “Fucking beautiful,” I whisper. I lean forward, bringing my lips to her shoulder, then inhale deeply as I tease her skin with my teeth.

She sucks in a breath.

I run my hand down to her ass crack, then place the bottle on a side table and use both hands to trace the fullness of her cheeks. I squat, bringing my face level with her ass. “I’m going to fuck you now. While looking at this perfect ass.” I smack it gently on one side then again on the other, then stand and press my dick between the crease of her cheeks. “Go climb on the bed on all fours.”

She does as she’s told, and I follow behind her, stopping only briefly to grab a condom off the top of the nightstand.

Positioning myself behind her, I lean against the bed. “Spread your legs.” I open the package and slide the rubber down as she spreads her legs further. “Reach back and spread your cheeks.”

She does so, exposing her puckered little asshole. I climb up onto the bed and press my thumb against it, then slide my other fingers over her wet lips, teasing her clit until she starts to wiggle and her breathing increases.

“I’m so wet for you. Do you feel that?”

“Don’t talk.”

I slide three fingers inside her and pound them hard into her while I stroke my cock with my other hand. She moans and her body starts to clench around my fingers, so I pull out and bring the tip of my dick to her soaked pussy lips. I slide back and forth and she pushes back, begging me to finish what I started.

“Fuck my ass,” she pants.

My eyebrows climb slowly up my forehead. Well, yes, ma’am.

You don’t have to tell me twice.

I spread her cheeks apart and spit on that pert little asshole, then press my dick against it, easing in slowly. She pushes back, releasing a garbled moan as I take the initiative and start pounding into her ass.

I was already close to finishing in her mouth, and she’s so fucking tight that I’m ready to come after three hard thrusts. I grip her hips and hold her still as I release into her. She reaches back and fingers her clit a few times, tickling my balls in the process, then she arches and comes all over my fucking legs and bed.

PSA of the day: Sometimes it just makes sense to hire a fucking professional.