Jagger

 

 

On the taxi ride to Fremont Street, I spotted the bright purple lights of the High Roller Ferris Wheel, at The Linq Hotel. I knew Mikayla wasn’t interested in returning to Aria anytime soon. I’d scared the crap out of her with the truth.

We are having sex tonight. Just not in the Ferris Wheel. Though a little foreplay can only aid in having her blossom and open, just for me, ready for later on.

It’s past 1:00 a.m. when we make it to the front of the line. Mikayla has finished her tourist margarita, and she’s tipsy, until I tip the conductor for turning a blind eye and allowing just the two of us onto the next ride.

I lead Mikayla toward the dome shaped pod.

“This doesn’t sound like a good idea, Jagger,” she murmurs.

“We’ve done a few things you like to do. Now, it’s time for you to relax, enjoy the city from our very own observatory.”

She steps into the circular space with its glass walls. I press up against her shapely ass and Mikayla is at the other side of the room before the doors close.

“You look afraid,” I tell her. “I’m supposed to keep you safe, but you’re all the way over there.”

We begin to make our ascent as she responds. “Don’t be so cocky.”

I push back the hair from my face and glare her dead in the eye, “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m … going to have to…” Mikayla licks her lips, “ask you to-to stop. Please.”

I fuck her with my eyes. “Your heart is beating faster and faster.” I press my hand against my broad chest and give a few thumps. “Your pussy is, too, right? You’re on the track to become a doctor, you know chemistry. Your cunt is drenching for me.”

“Jag…”

“And you’re cold.”

“I’m not cold,” she says, her voice a sweet melody. Plump lips trembling softly.

The space between us fades as I step up before her. My thumb glided over her erect nipple. The silk of her dress has kept my blood burning with desire all night.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Mikayla. Let that sink in. If you’d like, we can start right here–”

“You’re not screwing me in this … this place.” She fold her arms. The neon lights around us transform her skin from a flawless black diamond to sweet honey and vibrant reds as we continue to creep upward.

“No, not here. Your first time will be magnificent. But we have to get you ready for my dick. Here works.”

She’s shaking like a leaf. “It doesn’t–”

I grip her arm and yank her to my chest. “This isn’t debatable.”

“Jagger,” she scoffs.

“You know the basics of disobedience. Don’t do it. Because next I’m going to teach you when you can open your mouth. When you can cum. The list goes on and on. But for now, never forget to obey me. And if you do forget,” my hand paws at her chest, teasing her nipple so painfully that her mouth opens. My tongue tastes hers before she can cry out from the pain. She gives herself to me.

I clutch her ass and press her against a pole. We’re at the lower level hotel rooms. Bright lights shine on various windows. People can see us just as sure as we can see them. I don’t give a damn because all I can think about is my craving for the Malva dripping from her pussy.

I go to my knees.

“Jagger, they–”

She yanks at my hair. My teeth sink into the flesh of her hips. My hands slide over their ample curves.  “Rub your nipples. Don’t dare take one out. I’ll kill any man who gets a good look.  But let them see you rub your nipples.”

I’m discreet about it. My hand works its way between her legs. Mikayla moves her feet wider as I pull off her thong and place it into the inside pocket of my blazer.

“Pinch them,” I growl to her while my fingers find their way to her hiding spot.

Her fingers begin to hide as well. Her head kisses the pole as she tweaks at her hard nipple.

Sweets drip down my finger as it pumps inside of her. Mikayla arches her ass off the pole.

“They’re watching, Jagger,” she moans.

“Watch them baby, if you’re ready. If you aren’t, don’t take your eyes off me. Show your other nipple some love now.”

Again, we’re thrust upward. Mid-level hotel guests can see us. Some close their windows. Others stare openly, as if we’re fulfilling an erotic fantasy. I remove my hand, taste my finger, and wave.

“You are an asshole,” Mikayla moans.

“Should I stop?” I ask, although I could give a fuck about the answer.

“No.”

I rub my nose against the silk material. “Beg me to fuck your pussy with two fingers, Mikayla, and I will.”

Her skin is like brown sugar sprinkled with cayenne as she gasps. I bite her hip again.

Mikayla works at her breasts squeezing them. “Okay! Two fingers.”

“No, say it just as you were ordered to,” I growl, my cock so heavy it weighs down like a brick in my pants.

“Jagger, will you please fuck my pussy with two fingers,” she finally begs.

“Thank you for asking so kindly.” I offer a cocky grin with the snide remark. The fire of anger in her eyes is doused as I reach beneath her skirt. I have to press my index and middle finger together, and even then, I’m worried about stretching her too much.

“You’re incredibly tight,” I groan into her lower abdomen. Slowly, I stand up, continuing to finger fuck her, and then I lean forward to kiss her. I nip harshly at her nipple to take her mind off the pressure from me widening my fingers.  My thumb kneads her clitoris until she lets her breasts go and raises her hands above her head to hold onto the pole.

“Jagger, I think I’m…”

I’m on my knees in seconds. This time I hike her leg over my shoulder as Mikayla begins to spasm. With my face buried into her cunt, I fuck her hole with my tongue, and lick her outer lips just as she comes. I drink of her. My cock is seeping with how hard she’s throbbing.

We’re high up, almost in the stars. It’s the perfect place for her first orgasm for the night. I catch all her juice, my tongue slithering around, it’s thick as honey and tastes even more amazing.

***

Once the ride on the Ferris Wheel was finished, we took a taxi back to the Aria. On the way, I asked, and Mikayla told me she was on the pill, and I thanked the Lord above that I didn’t have to request condoms from Harry. Instead, I texted our concierge about the abandoned ride at Caesar’s Palace, and requested exotic flower petals be placed all around our room.

By the time we arrive, Mikayla is quiet and meeker than ever before. She mumbles about needing a shower. I grip her arm. “You can try to stall me all night long, Mikayla, but come first light, guarantee, I’ll have had you already.”

She’s magnificent in her fear. Her tongue dips out, licking her lips apprehensively. She isn’t even touching me, but I can feel her trembling. She tremors like a baby gazelle, standing for the first time.

“Reach your hand into my pants, Mikayla,” I order, taking hold of her arm.

“What?” she asks, with timid innocence.

My hand grips her tighter. She understood me very well.

Her fingers tremble as she unzips my trousers, her hand slides inside, and I could instantly tell she’s shocked that I’m not wearing anything else. When her tiny fingers attempt to clasp around my throbbing cock, she whimpers. Her thumb and middle finger won’t meet. Her hand recoils as if she’d grabbed a snake.

“Go take your shower, I’m done with the stalling, try to wash off the feel of my mouth from your cunt, but don’t take long. I refuse to wait too much longer. FYI: I’m less gentle with no patience.”

My eyes warn her to hurry and go, because once she returns, there’ll be no time for fear.