Lexi

 

I walk away from him, looking down at my hands and wondering why they are shaking. I look back, and he’s still there, watching me. I keep walking, but I’m thinking about the expression on his face in the car. He was distracted, not paying attention to me, but the look on his face was almost like he was in pain. I wonder what that was all about.

I pull out my phone to text Melanie.

Yo, Ho!

I do the time change in my mind and realize she must just be getting out of work now since it’s almost six there.

Who you calling a ho, Ho? You’re the one having sex seven times a day. So, what’s up, ho bag?

Nothing. I got you a present!

Please tell me it’s not a fucking mug.

Nope. It’s way better.

Better than a mug??? Intrigued!

You remember those panties Samantha wore in SATC?

SHUT UP!!!!!!

YUP! Don’t say I never give you anything.

Wait, where did you buy them?

We just got back from a sex shop.

You guys are banging seven times a day. I’m surprised your vagina hasn’t dried up.

We don’t bang seven times a day.

I stop walking and count. Okay, maybe we do, but I have one week. Shit, dread comes in again.

So, why the sex shop visit?

Anal plugs.

Jesus. Why couldn’t you just say none of my business. Did you get beads or just a plug?

Just a plug. How’s things?

Good. Weather is good. What time do you get in on Saturday?

Afternoon.

Have you guys discussed what happens next?

Negative.

LEXI! YOU HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT!!

I sigh, looking down.

It is what it is. One week, no strings. That is what we agreed on.

Okay, Lexi, but you need to tell him how you feel.

How do you know how I feel? You don’t know everything, Mel.

I know you can’t have sex with him seven times a day without feeling anything. I also know I’m going to have ice cream ready for you when you get home. And wine. Lots of wine.

I don’t answer her because I don’t know what to say. She’s probably right, but I’m not going to let it get the best of me. I have two days, and I’m going to wring every second out of it.

Fine, don’t answer. Be like that, you anal loving whore.

Hey! I don’t know if I’m even going to like it yet.

See you Saturday!

I put my phone away and start window shopping. I’m looking for something sexy but loose when a dress in a small boutique’s window catches my eye. It almost looks strapless, but there are sleeves that start at the elbow and poof out to the wrists where they’re cinched with elastic, making it look kind of like a bubble. The top looks sort of like a tube top, all stretchy elastic all over the chest area. The rest is loose and flowy from below the breasts all the way to the bottom, where it lands at mid-thigh. I walk into the shop to try it on. It turns out that the sleeves only look like they aren’t attached to the dress, but they are attached. It’s so comfortable, and I love how the silky fabric just seems to float all around me. It’s perfect, just what I was looking for. I look at the back wall and see a tan pair of suede platform sandals. They have little straps across the top of the foot from the toes all the way up to the ankle. They’re secured in the back, behind the ankles, by a strip of fabric and a zipper. They’re exactly what I need to complete this whole bohemian look.

I get back to the room, and I realize I don’t have a key, so I knock.

The door swings open, and he yanks me inside. “What took you so long?” he says, pinning me to the door.

“Um, it’s been an hour?” I laugh at him while he starts to kiss my neck. “It might have been even less.” I push him away, laughing. “Were you trying the anal kit?” I throw my bag on the couch and pick up the white Adam & Eve bag, checking inside.

“So, I’m thinking we can go have dinner before?” he says.

“That sounds good. What were you thinking?”

“You don’t want to know what I’m thinking,” he says, looking at me while he licks his lips. “I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what I want to eat.”

“Really?” An eyebrow rises. “Interesting.”

He’s about to charge me when I hold up my hands. “No,” I say. “How about this, you go get ready, I’ll go get ready, and then we’ll meet back here.”

“Lexi,” he hisses out.

“Please,” I beg, “do this?”

“Fine, but the minute you’re done, all bets are off.”

“I’m taking this bag into the bathroom, mister. I don’t trust you with my anal kit,” I say, grabbing the bags as I head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. “Get ready, Fitch, for a night I’m going to make sure you won’t ever forget,” I whisper into the room to myself.

It’s almost two hours later when I’m finally dressed. I have bathed, soaked, exfoliated, shaved, trimmed, and lotioned. My hair is parted in the middle, falling in sexy waves around my face, making me look like I just got fucked. I don’t put on any necklaces, opting to leave my neck bare. I keep my makeup to a minimum. I’m going for a natural look. I look at myself one last time and then open the door. The sight I’m greeted with stops the breaths in my chest.

He’s standing there in front of the window facing the Vegas strip. Only one light is on in the room, but the lights from outside do their thing, casting a glow throughout the space. He’s wearing a black suit that is obviously custom tailored because it molds to his body. A crisp white, button-down shirt is open at the neck. He’s holding a tumbler of scotch in his hands, and I can see that watch of his peeking out beneath the cuff of his shirt. His face has a sexy dusting of scuff that just makes him look hotter. He turns to look at me, and I twirl so he can see the whole outfit. The movement of air makes the dress spin around me.

“Fuck,” he says while his eyes run the length of me. “Jesus, Lexi. You’re stunning.”

I walk over to him and take the scotch from his hand. I press my lips to the glass and sip, the smoky liquor burning all the way down.

He grabs me around the waist, bringing me closer to him. His hand travels down to my ass where he lifts the dress so he can see what’s underneath. He groans when he realizes I’m not wearing anything. He bends his head to nip at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. With just that, my body shakes and I break out in goosebumps.

“Where is the bag, Lexi?” His hot breath hisses out against my skin.

“In the bathroom,” I whisper.

“I’m going to go get the bag,” he says, kissing his way up my neck softly. “You are going to put that sweet ass on the table.” His tongue runs up my neck to my ear where he whispers, “I’m going to eat before we leave here.” He squeezes my ass as he grinds himself into me before he releases me and walks away. I down the rest of his scotch. My throat is on fire, but I can already feel the warmth of the booze soothing my nerves.

I walk over to the table and lift myself onto it. I look over my shoulder and watch as he comes straight to me, hot eyes focused on me, like a predator. Mine. Is the only word that comes to my mind.

He settles in the chair in front of me. “Put your feet on the armrests and open your legs, Lexi.”

I immediately do as I’m told because his voice is so demanding; it’s not like anything I’ve heard from him—or anyone else—before. It’s almost hard, like he’s barely holding on.

He lifts my dress, baring my pussy to his eyes. “Lean back,” he commands.

I lean back onto my elbows so I can watch him. I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to sear this into my memory. His hands slide up my thighs to the very top, his thumbs landing on my lips as I feel him separate them. His head descends and he licks up the length of my slit to my clit in one long swipe of his hot tongue. “Did you play with this pussy in the tub, love?” he asks as his fingers play with my clit.

I nod. “A little.”

“My horny girl.” His mouth moves to my clit, replacing his fingers, and I moan. “What did you think about?” he asks as one finger slowly enters me. He withdraws and then enters me with two, then three as my hips buck to meet them. “Did you think about my cock?” The words are stuck in my throat. I can only nod my head in reply.

“Were you thinking about riding it?” he asks while he continues to fuck me with his fingers. Just as I’m about to come, he withdraws his fingers. “Not so fast.” He gets up, pushing the chair away as my feet fall off and dangle from the table.

“Bend over.” His hand holds the pink anal plug.

I get up and turn around, placing my chest on the table. I feel the cold air hit my ass as he moves my dress up. “Fuck me, this is a bloody fine sight,” he says as his finger enters me from behind. I close my eyes, resting my face on the cool wood table, waiting for whatever he gives me next.

He teases me relentlessly, running his fingers from my clit through my slit before thrusting them inside of me. The pressure builds, and I grind against his hand. “Are you going to come?” he asks, but he already knows the answer.

“Yes,” I moan as I feel something—the plug—enter my pussy.

“Just getting it nice and wet,” he tells me, slowly moving it in and out of my pussy while he plays with my clit. “I want you to breathe, okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper, my body oddly tense yet still relaxed. I feel him trailing the wetness up to my ass now and my body tightens right away.

“Just relax, love.”

“Easy for you to say.” I try to joke, but stop talking when I feel his mouth on me. His tongue fucks my pussy as his fingers play with my clit. I’m so primed, it takes just a few seconds, and I’m coming. “Bradley,” I whimper as I climax, and right when my body begins to relax, he slowly pushes the plug in.

Once it is fully seated, he asks, “How do you feel?”

“Like I have something up my ass,” I joke as I stand up, righting my dress, and he laughs.

“Here, put these on.” He hands me the vibrating panties.

I take them from him and put them on. He grabs the remote and flips a little switch then presses a button, and the vibrations start right against my clit.

“Here is what is going to happen, love,” he tells me as he moves to me and kisses my lips. “We are going to leave now. There is a car waiting for us downstairs.”

I tilt my head back for him to kiss me again, and he does, but he also presses the button again. My thighs press together as he swallows my moan.

“We’re going to get in the car.” He kisses my jaw as he turns the vibrator off. I take a deep breath and try to get my heartrate back under control. “On the way to the restaurant, you are going to suck my cock.”

I nod in agreement, because I want that very much.

“Good. Now let’s go,” he says, passing my purse to me as we head out of the room. We get onto the elevator, and as soon as the doors close, he turns it on again for a few seconds, but before I can get any kind of relief, he shuts it off.

“I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me hard when we get home, I’m inserting the biggest plug in your ass.” I hiss at him, so fucking sexually frustrated, I’m shaking with it.

“Oh, I plan on it, Lexi. But you need to understand that when you gave this remote to me, you also gave me the control tonight, and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep you on edge. Better get used to this, because when we get back to the room, I want you wild and desperate for me,” he whispers in my ear and then pulls the lobe between his teeth, giving it a little tug before he releases it. The elevator doors open, and with his hand on my lower back, he leads me through the lobby to the waiting car. He holds the door open for me, and I scoot in with him right behind me. He tells the driver to take his time and then closes the privacy screen.

The car ride is the best kind of torture. Well, for me, that is. As soon as the screen closes, I hear his zipper lower. “Come here, Lexi. On your knees between my legs,” he tells me, and I slide to the floor. He lifts his hips so I can move his pants down a bit for better access. He strokes his cock with one hand from root to tip a few times as he cups my jaw with the other, bringing my eyes up to his. “Suck me off now, hard and fast. Keep your hands on my thighs.”

No sooner does my mouth close around him do I feel the vibrator turn on. I hum around his cock, sucking it as hard and fast as I can, and he moans. He continues to turn the vibrator on and off. I start to slip one hand off his thigh, intent on burying it in me, but he grabs it and places it back where it was. I’m so worked up, I’m practically swallowing him whole. He moans and warns me that he’s close as he turns the vibrator on again. I suck harder, faster, bringing him to the back of my throat and hollowing my cheeks as I run my mouth over his shaft.

He comes down my throat with a groan, and he must have forgotten to turn it off because I follow him over the edge with an orgasm of my own, though it’s nothing like the ones he’s given me.

We walk into the dimly lit restaurant at the top of The Stratosphere and are taken to our booth. I slide in on one side while he slides in right next to me. We’re barely settled in our seats when I feel his hand slide up my leg. I don’t even get the chance to listen to the waiter because he presses the button. I wait for the waiter to leave before turning to him.

“I swear to whatever it is that is holy to you that if you don’t want to be arrested for indecent exposure, you will lay off that remote. I’m one second away from slamming myself down on your cock, and I don’t give one single shit who’s around,” I say to him as I reach for my water with visibly shaky hands.

“Easy there,” he says, pulling me closer to him and placing tender kisses along the side of my neck. “I want you to be dying for it.”

“Bradley, I’m well past the point of dying for it,” I say before I turn to kiss him. “I need you so bad,” I murmur against his lips. “Your cock in my pussy while my ass is full.” I nip along his jaw and whisper in his ear, “Do you think my pussy will be tighter with the plug in there?”

His nose flares as he groans, and I know I’ve gotten to him. “Bloody hell, I can’t imagine your pussy being any tighter,” he says, turning the vibrator on.

“I guess we’ll find out. Hopefully soon,” I tell him as I drop my head on his shoulder. I drape one of my legs over his, opening my legs a bit as my hand wanders to his cock, squeezing the hardness I find there. I lift my lips to his ear and tell him, “This material feels so nice against my nipples. Every time I move, they rub against it and it makes them get harder.”

“Okay, truce?” He hisses as my hand continues to massage his cock slowly.

“That’s fine with me. I need wine, though, please,” I say as he sips his water. “And that fucking remote.” I hold my hand out, but he shakes his head.

I squirm in my seat during what may have been the longest meal of my life. We’ve polished off two bottles of wine, which did nothing to cool me down. I lean over and tell him, “I kinda want to come now. Can you turn the remote on?”

“Check, please.” He ignores me and pays the bill. He slides out of the booth, holding his hand out for me and annoying the shit out of me in the process. I mean, how is he not affected by this?

By me?

“I hate you.” I hiss as I disregard his hand while I slide out and walk past him. I nearly stumble a few steps away when the vibrator kicks on unexpectedly. I turn my head to glare at him.

“Come here,” he says softly and that sweet tone from him makes my knees weak. I want to stay here and make a stand, but with the way his eyes go soft, I give in and walk back to him.

“It isn’t funny anymore. I’m so horny, I ache now,” I tell him as I wrap my arms around him.

“Yes, but now you’re not thinking about the plug in your ass.” He kisses me on the nose, then takes my hand in his and pulls me out of the restaurant. Our driver is waiting for us at the curb by the time we get outside.

We get in the car, and we’re making out before the driver even pulls away. Who knew kissing could be this good? It’s gotten to the point that I’m crawling on top of him to grind against him. I need relief.

“Take off the panties and put them in your purse.” He doesn’t have to tell me to do that twice.

“I was starting to worry that I was going to get a shock from the wetness,” I tell him while I shimmy out of the panties and tuck them into my purse.

We pull up to Sapphire, where he gets out first and then holds his hand out to me.

“Love,” he says, stopping before we go in, “just know that we can stop or leave at any time.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Calm down there. I don’t think I’ll need a safe word or anything.” I cup his cheek and smile at him. “Now let’s go. YOLO.”

I move to the door, pulling him behind me now. We walk in, and I’m shocked. I’ve heard about strip clubs, but I’ve never actually been in one.

There are huge television screens all over the space. The club’s name, Sapphire, is on the back wall all lit up in yellow lights. The place is packed. There are cocktail tables with comfortable looking club chairs on the floor surrounding the stage. Women are walking from table to table, greeting the customers. Some are topless. All of them are beautiful with perfect bodies. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

The center stage looks like a catwalk with a pole in the center near the end. A spotlight shines straight down on the performer. Jesus, she is hanging upside down on the pole, moving her body up and down it like it’s the easiest thing in the world. I can’t look away while the men whistle and cheer for her.

The walls are lined with couches, and groups seem to be seated at all of them. There are just as many women as there are men. I see a couple making out while a stripper bounces on the guy’s lap.

I point at the couple and look at Bradley. “That isn’t happening.”

He looks where I’m pointing and smiles.

“But what if she sits on your lap?” He pulls me close to him.

A blonde and a brunette walk up to us and ask, “Are you looking for a couples dance?” one of them purrs as they walk right up to Bradley, her hand roaming all over his chest.

He pulls it off and smiles at her.

“We have a reservation for Fitch,” he says, tucking me against his side as my arms wrap around his waist.

“I’ll go and check. Feel free to look around and let us know if you spot anyone you would like in the room,” she says as she turns and walks away from us, her perfect ass swaying.

“Mr. Fitch, if you’ll just follow me.” She leads the way to the back of the club where there is a staircase. We walk past closed doors where we hear hollering and whistling.

She opens the door to the private room we’ll be using, and as I enter and take in the space, I’m shocked. A huge screen in the corner displays the stripper on the pole downstairs, and there is another television in the corner.

Two red love seats are against the walls, and the music from downstairs is piped into the room through a speaker mounted to the wall. A small table sits in the other corner. A bottle of Grey Goose along with some little cans of cranberry juice, Sprite, Red Bull, and some glasses are arranged on the table with an ice bucket.

“Good evening. I’ll be your hostess. My name is Lola.” She walks in and dims the lights a bit. She reaches for a catalogue that is also on the table, bending over and wiggling her ass. I roll my eyes, but only because it’s a move I was planning on making. “Here is the catalogue of all the girls on duty tonight. You can choose whomever you like. Myself included. This is also a list of all the pornos we have available for your enjoyment. I’ve set up one of my favorites. It’s a threesome, two women, one man. I’ve set it to start playing in five minutes.”

“Actually,” I say as I move to the couch and sit down. I turn to the table and pour myself a shot of vodka. “My man likes scotch, so bring us your finest bottle,” I say while I wait for her to nod. “And I’d prefer a different threesome, maybe something with two men and one woman. Can you set that up for us, Lola?” I say with a wink.

“Sure thing.” She picks up her phone and texts someone as she walks over to the television and presses some buttons. “Also here is a buzzer that you can press if you need anything. As you’re VIPs tonight, I’m at your service for the rest of the night.”

Another stripper walks in dressed in a garter set complete with tassels. “Here we go, a bottle of our best scotch for the best-looking man in the place.”

I look at Bradley, who is standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets.

I get up and take the bottle from her. “Thank you, that will be all for now.”

They both give me a long once-over and then look Bradley up and down before they turn and walk out, closing the door behind them. “Maybe next time we’ll go to a male strip club.” I pour him some scotch and bring it to him.

“Never going to fucking happen,” he says, taking the scotch from me and tossing it back as he drains it all.

I look at the television and see two dancers on the screen. Bradley goes back to the table and pours himself another scotch while I watch the two girls. I feel him at my back as his hand lands on my hips.

He moves the hair to one side and grips it so he can maneuver my head to kiss my shoulder. The music that is playing is sensual, and it joins the sounds of the porn that is playing in the room as well.

“I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for,” he says as his hands glide up to cup my breasts. With the way the silk has been rubbing them all night, they are super sensitive. He rolls them between his fingers, and my hands fly to land on his as my hips push back and grind into him. “But, there is no fucking way I would let anyone see what we do. It’s mine.” His lips trail up my neck while one hand moves down to my pussy where he glides his two middle fingers over my clit and slide them right into me.

“The sound of your noises, the way you look when you come. They’re mine,” he says again, and as his fingers move in me, I feel it in my ass also. “Look at that.” He motions toward the porn on the television. “She’s going to take them both.”

“I’m going to cum,” I say, and he pulls his fingers out. “Why?” I whine. “Why?”

“I want you to come on my cock.” He walks over to the couch and sits down. “Dance for me.”

I walk over to him, my hips swaying to the beat as I move to stand in between his legs. The song changes, and Beyoncé’s “Drunk Love” comes on the speakers.

“There is no way I can flip upside down on a pole,” I tell him while I straddle him with a knee at both of his hips as his hands grip my hips. “But,” I say while I open a few buttons on his shirt and lean in to lick up his neck, “I don’t believe you can touch the dancers.” I remove his hands and place them across the back of the couch. Leaning back in, I kiss his neck and then trail my lips to his ear where I nip it between my teeth and ask, “Have I told you that I need to be fucked?” I rub my tits across his chest, moaning as I move. “My nipples are so hard. Can you feel them?” His hips thrust against me. “I need someone to take care of them.” I pull the top down so he can see one hard, red nipple. I raise up on my knees and offer it to him, and he bites down right before he sucks it deep inside his mouth. My head drops back while he continues to torment my nipple with his tongue and teeth. I pull it away and cover it up as a frustrated moan comes out of him.

I lean forward, my lips landing on his as my mouth opens to accept his tongue. We’re both desperate for each other. My hands are in his hair, and his hands grip the back of the couch. I pull my lips from his to ask, “Can I take your cock out and fill myself with it?” My pussy clenches at the thought.

I climb off him and turn around, straddling his legs with mine. I bend over as my dress lifts so he can see my ass. “Touch me and see how ready I am.” I was expecting him to go straight for my pussy. I was not expecting him to move the plug, fucking it in and out of my ass. “Watch the TV,” he says, and I look up to see the woman in the porn being penetrated by both men. “That will fucking never be you,” he grates out as he continues fucking my ass with the plug. The burn is gone now, and what I’m left feeling is the need to cum.

I hear his zipper open, and I know what is going to come next.

He pushes the plug back into my ass and says, “Show me how good a cowgirl you can be.”

I lean back a little, and he aligns his cock at my entrance. I feel him moving his cock through my slit, getting it wet, but I can’t wait anymore and sink all the way down on him.

Both of our moans are louder than the music. “I can’t move yet,” I tell him, needing a second to adjust to this fullness, something I’ve never felt before.

“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he says as my pussy starts to clench around him again. I slowly move up and down on him a few times, trying not to add too much more pressure there. I feel like I could burst as it is. I rest my back against his chest, and my head lolls to the side as he kisses me. Our lips meet softly as I slowly begin to move on him. I’ve been riding on the edge of orgasm all night, and I’m once again on the verge.

We still at the knock on the door. With him planted deep in me, his hands grip my hips as he calls, “Come in.”

Lola comes sauntering in and asks, “I was wondering if you guys needed anything.”

Bradley lifts his hips a little as I rotate mine.

“Get your friend,” I tell her, surprising Bradley. “Actually, get a couple of friends and bring them back to dance for us.” She nods at us before turning to walk out.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you while we watch them dance,” I say as I slowly start to rock on him again.

He snaps and fists my hair, using his grip on it to move my head into position for his kiss.

Four girls come in, and they start to dance. They move together, sliding against each other, touching and stroking one another.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, eyes on me as I move on him.

The girls keep dancing, moving farther into the room and closer to the couch. One of them reaches out to touch my shoulder, but Bradley stops her before she can.

“Mine,” he says to her while looking at me. “No one touches what’s mine.” His eyes bore into me, almost like he’s trying to tell me something.

The girls continue their dance, touching each other sensually, while Bradley’s hands on my hips aid my movements. I move my hands to his and guide them to my breasts. He gives them a light squeeze and starts to play with my sensitive nipples.

His eyes never leave mine, and I’m mesmerized by them. It’s almost like it’s just the two of us in this room. I no longer care who is in the room with us or if they can see what we’re doing. I pick up my pace and start moving faster on him while he continues to play with my tits. Our mouths crash together in a bruising kiss.

I pull back and whisper to him, “I’m going to cum.”

“I know, I can feel it,” he says, thrusting his hips up to meet me. “So tight.” He kisses me again. But his soft kisses don’t match the way my heart is beating. Our need for each other is frantic, matching the pounding of our hearts, but this kiss is what holds us together.

Moments later, we both shatter together, both of us swallowing the other’s moans. Our tongues continue tangled as we come down from our orgasms still connected.

I pull my lips from his. “Thank you,” I whisper to him, turning to see that the girls have disappeared. “Where are the girls?”

“I shooed them away as soon as I felt you getting tight around me. I told you, it’s mine and I wasn’t about to share that.”

“Okay, Bradley.” I kiss his lips before I move myself off him but not off his lap. “Tuck yourself in before I get up.”

He raises an eyebrow at me in question.

“I’m not getting up until you get yourself put away, just in case anyone comes back in here. You aren’t the only one who doesn’t want to share, Bradley.”

Once I hear his zipper sliding into place, I get up and walk over to the table to grab a bottle of water. “Um, I think it’s time for the plug to come out.” I motion to the bathroom and head there to clean myself up. When I walk out, he is standing in the middle of the room, waiting for me.

“The car is waiting.” He takes my hand and presses a kiss to it.

The ride back to the hotel is quiet as I sit in his lap, my head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around me.

We walk through the casino, hand in hand. Once in the room, we get ready for bed, falling fast asleep in each other’s arms.