Chapter Four

~James~

It wasn’t until I was almost to the central elevators that dominated most of the hotel that I realized one incredibly crucial fact.

I didn’t know where my room was, nor did I have a key.

Whoops.

Quickly I turned and changed our direction back towards the front desk. If Nicole thought it was strange, she said nothing, and just followed along blissfully.

To be perfectly honest, while I had certainly hoped to find at least one beautiful woman to spend a night or two with on our trip, but I didn’t expect to find one on the first night. Let alone one so charming.

It helped that she was incredibly beautiful too. I had noticed it when I first walked up, of course, but after watching her laugh and emote and otherwise banter with me, I realized just how alluring she was.

She had a heart shaped face, complete with high cheekbones and full, plush lips. Her lashes were long, further exaggerating her enticing eyes, and her cleavage was just hinted at between the buttons of her nice shirt.

“May I help you?” The receptionist at the desk looked up, smiling with the same customer service grin our guide had.

“James Hines,” I said, handing over my ID.

She took it and typed for a moment, and I thought it was impossible, but her smile grew that much more broad. “Ah, Mr. Hines! I see you are in our presidential seat.” She did some things behind the counter that I couldn’t see, then handed me a business card and a small welcome booklet. “All you have to do is go to the center elevator, scan your room card, and it will take you up to the twenty fifth floor.

“From there, you are the first and only door to you right, where you can enjoy a clear view of the skyline over the city, your own aerial pool and of course all of our other amenities. If you need anything, feel free to call our twenty-four-hour room service where you will have priority as a thank you for joining our Presidential club.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, taking the card and booklet from her then finally heading towards the elevator.

To Nicole’s credit, she stayed straight faced and didn’t say a thing until we were in the elevator and the overly polished doors closed in front of us.

“You have a Presidential Suite?” She asked, obviously impressed.

“According to the receptionist, yes.”

“You’re some sort of big deal, aren’t you?”

I smiled at that. “Well, it depends on who you ask. To most people, no. But to a very select few, maybe.”

She nudged me, shaking her head. “I don’t know if you’re being humble or cagey, but you know how many specials I’ve seen about these amazing suites that I can never afford? If you would have told me this morning that I would be going into one, I would tell you that you were crazy.”

“That’s understandable. If someone told me that I would be spending the evening with a beautiful woman who’s had an awful day… well I would probably tell you that wasn’t very surprising.”

She huffed at that, but it was a good-natured sound. “Cocky.”

“But is it really cocky when my claims are corroborated by evidence?”

“…I guess we’ll have to find that out.”

I raised my eyebrow at that. True, while I was taking a beautiful woman back to my room, that in no way was a guarantee that my night would be ending in sex. “Will we now?”

“Maybe, if you play your cards right.”

My brain was quickly trying to think of a retort to that, but my mind already shot off in a dozen different directions, imagining her in about a dozen different positions. God, she was sexy, and I was sure that she would be even more delicious without that business professional outfit of hers.

But then the doors were opening, and she was already walking down the hall, a slight skip to her step.

I caught up with her quickly, my long legs easily doubling the distance of hers, and I actually reached my hotel door before she did. Quickly sliding my card, I opened the entrance and gestured for her to go inside.

She did, her eyes widening as she passed me, and I enjoyed looking at her reaction more than I cared about the room itself.

Not that it was anything to sneeze at. The Presidential suite lived up to its name, containing a full kitchen, a sitting area, a bedroom, a bathroom, a jacuzzi room and the attached, outdoor pool.

The ceiling was incredibly high, easily going up two to three stories, and I spotted a loft over the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what the hell was up on the loft or why one needed it in a hotel room, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

“This. Is. Amazing.” She said, looking around with complete and total wonder.

Honestly, her excitement was refreshing. Too often, I took a lot of the things I was able to do for granted. Seeing it through a set of honest, genuine eyes like hers tended to put everything in perspective.

“So, what do you want to do first?” I asked, coming up beside her.

“What do you mean?” She craned her neck to look back at me with still-wide eyes.

“You said you’ve always dreamed of being in a suite like this, so now that you are, which amenity do you wanna try first?”

“Umm, wow. I always thought I would know exactly what to do, but now that I’m here… I guess that I’m at a loss.”

“That’s alright,” I said, patting her shoulder and breaking the touch barrier between us. Electricity shot through my veins, but I tried to contain it as best I could. “How about I order some room service, and you think about it for a bit?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds like a great idea, actually.”

“Good.”

I crossed the suite to head to the first phone I saw, which was in the sitting area. Picking it up, it went straight to the room service line without me having to dial anything. If there was one thing Vegas got right, it was their amenities.

“Room service, how can we make your night?”

“Yes, I’d like champagne and strawberries sent up to my suite.”

“Of course, sir. Do you have a preference on-” The man on the phone was cut off by a huge clatter in the background and then what sounded by an alarm. I listened, concerned and confused, for a couple of minutes until the person came back.

“I apologize. We have a situation in down on the lower floors and will need to deal with it before your room service request. We estimate that we will be able to accommodate your request in about an hour. But, as an apology for the wait, it will be on the house. Is there anything else I can do to make your trip memorable?”

“No, this phone call was definitely enough.” I said, trying not to laugh but the situation was just so bizarre. “Are you alright down there?”

“The situation is being dealt with accordingly, no need to worry, but we appreciate your concern! I hope you have a magical evening.”

“You too,” I said, then the line clicked off and I was left standing there. “You would not believe what just happened,” I continued as I turned to see where Nicole had gotten off to.

To my surprise, she was standing in the middle of the room, still staring at things with wide eyes. I approached her, intent on telling her we would have a bit of a wait before we could really start having an over the top night, but I never got the words out.

Probably because she practically rushed me, and her mouth crashed to mine.

Hot damn, I did not expect that, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Her lips were soft against my own, and plenty warm. Her smaller form pressed to mine, melding into my own body as my arms encircled her.

We stood there for a few minutes, our tongues battling for dominance, until the sharp taste of alcohol caught my attention. Right, we had been drinking. And as fun as that was, certain precautions had to be taken.

I broke away, stroking her face. She tried to follow me, neck stretching out, but her eyes fluttered open when she couldn’t make contact.

“Hey,” I murmured, tilting her head up to look at me. “Are you sure about this?”

Her confused expression turned into a soft smile, and she leaned into me. “Yeah, I am. And I’m only tipsy, not wasted. I appreciate you checking though.”

I shrugged. “You know how it is. Call me crazy, but I like all of my partners coherent and consensual. After all, how else are you going to scream my name?”

Her cheeks flushed at that and her eyes widened. “I think I’d like that.”

“Oh, would you?” I asked, letting my finger trail around her lips. “I think I need a little more convincing.”

“Do you?” Her gorgeous lips curled into a smile. “Well I can be pretty damn convincing when I want to be.”

“By all means then, proceed.”

She brought her hand up only to press her palm into my chest, splaying her fingers out. She gave a gentle push that normally couldn’t even move me, but I allowed her to propel me backwards further and further until the back of my legs hit the sofa and I sat down.

Her knees went to either side of my thighs and she perched in my lap, her pencil skirt sliding all the way up her thighs to reveal some sensible, black underwear. I could already feel myself tenting in my pants.

God, she was so hot! Did she know that? Probably. But as much as I liked letting her take the reins for a bit, I could feel my own dominant side taking over.

She leaned down to kiss me, and I threaded my finger through her hair, pulling her the rest of the way to me. Our lips crashed together again, heated and full of desire. I pulled her lower lip between my teeth, scraping it ever so lightly.

She shuddered in response, grinding in my lap. My hands went behind her, cupping her ass through her panties. I was pleased to feel that she certainly wasn’t lacking here, with both cheeks falling out of her plain underwear.

But she was still far too clothed on top, so I slid my hands upward, taking her shirt with them. Her bra was just as sensible as her panties, light nude and barely padded, but I was far more interested in what was under it. I reached behind her, unclipping the clasp and pulling it from her frame.

Her breasts bounced out to freedom almost joyously, staying surprisingly high on her chest considering their size. I broke from our kiss long enough to admire them for a moment, then my hands came up to caress and kneed her golden skin.

“Ah, yes. Like that,” she murmured, arching upwards so I could see even more of her. My manhood was now aching the in the confines of my dress pants, but it was far too soon to entertain the thought of burying myself within her. I still wanted to play for a bit.

Little hitches of her breaths and moans spurred me forward, telling me what she liked and what she didn’t. I listened, winding her up as much as I could, before finally pulling her as close as she could get to me from her position and taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

Now she did gasp outright, and I reveled in the sound, flicking the sensitive peak with the tip of my tongue, then sucking. The sounds she made… God, they were practically magical, and I didn’t know how much longer I would last.

But I had to. I had a reputation to uphold and, even if Nicole had no idea about it, I wanted to keep my streak of bringing my partner to at least one orgasm during foreplay, and one during the main event.

I toyed with her a bit longer, until her moans stopped escalating and started to plateau. I placed a hand behind her lower back and turned, twisting so that I could lay her back on the couch.

Her face was now thoroughly flushed, her lips parted and her breath rasping. A pretty pink undertone had risen along her sun-kissed skin, making her almost glow against the hotel furniture.

My hands glided along her form, caressing her breasts for a moment as I made my way down to her panties. There, I slipped my fingers into her waistband and slowly slid it down.

She lifted her legs for me, thick thighs glistening in the mood lighting of the room, and I made sure to pause to kiss one of them.

Once she was freed, I tossed them to some other corner of the room and then slid my hands under her, lifting her hips into a better position. It took some maneuvering, but I managed to scoot down fast enough so I could bend over and place a single kiss at the top of her womanhood.

She let out a wanton sign and lifted her hips further, trying to press herself up into my mouth. I took my time however, teasing her, nuzzling her, letting her feel my breath as it ghosted over her skin, until finally, my tongue darted out to part her folds.

She was sweeter than I could have imagined, and velvety soft, causing me to nearly groan into her. Thankfully, her luscious thighs on each side of my head trapped any noise I could have made, letting me just revel in the dulcet notes coming out of her mouth.

I worked her over like there was a test on it, flicking my tongue there, pressing with my lips here, nudging with my nose in the appropriate places. I wanted to make sure that she remembered this one-night stand in Vegas and would tell it to her friends with fond recollection for the rest of her life.

After long enough, we both sank down fully to the couch, with my knees going to the floor. The new position allowed me to free one of my hands, and I put it to good use, sliding a finger into her considerably wet entrance.

She let out a cry at that, and she was already so hot and wet that I was almost tempted to take her right then and there. Thankfully, my will held, and in just a few minutes she was coming undone, into my mouth and around my fingers.

It was a long one, with her spine making an almost perfect ‘U’ on the furniture. I watched her shape, her whole entire form making a heavenly portrait, and I couldn’t wait to utterly ruin her.

When she finally sank back to the couch, breathless and sweaty, I gave her a smirk. “So, do you need a break for round two, or do you just want to get straight to it?”