Chapter 13
Walking into the restaurant, Marti gasped “Oh my God, are we eating here?”
Nick wrapped his arm around her and nodded. “Yes, Princesa, you’re hungry, aren’t you?”
“Uhm, yeah!” Squealing like a little girl, she couldn’t contain her excitement. This place is incredible.
The hostess smiled at Nick. “Hello Mr. Vargas, Your usual table tonight?” He pulled a bill out of his pocket, smiled and handed it to her. “Please.”
“You have a usual table here?” Marti was flabbergasted. These people knew him and treated him like royalty.
“I eat here every now and then,” He coolly replied.
How can he be so calm? This is freakin’ amazing!
The restaurant had an Old French Provincial look and feel and it was completely decorated in plum, purple and gold. The ceiling was immense, reaching over two stories high. The gold colored moldings accentuated the ivory colored walls. Every one of the tables glowed with candlelight.
Most of the guests were in black tie and Marti felt a little out of place in her sundress and flats, but walking with Nick and the way people stared at them was fascinating. She giggled and stuck her nose up as they walked through to his ‘usual table’. They were being watched like they were Hollywood stars.
They sat in the corner, in a velvet covered booth, candlelight glowing, away from the crowds and activity. “Oh my Gosh, Nick, this place is amazing. How do you know about it? Am I allowed to be in here like this?”
“No worries, honey, you saw how they walked us in here. By the way, do you speak French?” he snickered.
“No, smart ass, I speak redneck.” She blurted out a little too loud. “And sex!”
“Shhhh!” his eyes widened as he tried to quiet her. “You’re crazy! Talking like that here. They are going to kick us out before we get to eat.” He laughed.
“Sorry,” she giggled. “What are we gonna eat? First, let me tell you…I don’t eat frog legs or anything I can’t pronounce.”
He shrugged. “You can’t pronounce anything here, so let me order for both of us and grab a bottle of champagne. I won’t make you eat anything I wouldn’t eat.”
“Thanks a lot,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
The waiter brought out another course. “Wow! How much food did you order?” As the waiter sat her Sault Farrow in front of her she whispered “Is this gold? What the hell, Nick? Are you feeding me gold, now?”
He laughed, “Princesa, its gold leaf. Just eat it. It really has no flavor, it’s just for effect.”
“Okayyy? Now I’m eating gold. Whooda thunk?”
Moving on to her Sautéed veal chop, she was amazed at the taste and texture of fine dining. I could get used to this. After all the meat, potatoes and pasta she knew so well growing up, her penchant for fine food surprised her. Nick really knew how to treat a gal and she was ecstatic to BE that gal.
Before the second bottle of 1997 Cristal was gone, they were both giggling like old friends. Marti told Nick about Annie and the sexcapades, her new step-father, what happened when she was dating Tommy, and Nick shared his life and told her about how his family came to America and built the shipping empire from the ground up. His past loves and how he didn’t have time for romance, now his mama thought he was too old and he was going to be ‘the most eligible bachelor’ for the rest of his life.
It was getting late, the restaurant was about to close, so they stumbled to the door, Marti was happy, singing and slurring her words and Nick wasn’t feeling any pain, either.
“Princesa, I called the car. We can’t walk down Las Vegas Boulevard like this. It should be right outside.” He gestured towards the door, seeing the limo parked outside. “Ahhh, yes, here it is.” The driver was waiting, ready to drive them back to the hotel.
“Is he drunk?” She pointed toward the chauffeur.
“Is who drunk? My driver? Jesse?”
Glancing over at his driver, “Jesse, are you drunk?”
“No, Sir. Not at all.”
“Can he take us for a ride?”
“Sure, where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere, I want to see the city that never sleeps.”
He helped her into the limo, sitting her on the plush leather seat and slid in beside her. “You okay, Princesa?” reaching up to turn on the music and then pouring two more glasses of Champagne.
She gulped her drink down and leaned over onto him. Her hands went to his broad shoulders, tracing the lines of his biceps with her fingernails. “Nick, you are so fuckin’ hot! And dinner was amazing, thank you. This has been a real experience.”
He laughed, “Hold on Princesa, slow down.” Setting his glass into the cup holder, he reached over and pushed a button, the dark glass behind the driver slid up to give them some privacy.
He turned to her and unclipped her hair, running fingers through her unruly curls, crushing his lips to hers, his tongue tracing the sweet wetness of her mouth. He nipped a little too hard and she flinched. The white heat ran through her mouth, down her chest, through her tummy and landed smack in the center of her clit. It pulsed. She moaned, breathless and squirmed under him. “Fuck me, Nick. I’m so fuckin’ ready, fuck me…”
He raised her dress and slid his fingers down to her lace panties. They were soaked. He pushed them aside and slid his finger between her lips, searching out her tender pearl. She rotated her ass, trying to grind her clit on his fingers.
“Fuck, Princesa, Que me estas haciendo?” He whispered.
His cock was hard. Rock hard. And looking for an escape of the confined space. He pulled her lace panties off and threw them to the side. His hand fumbled for his belt and unhooked it, quickly unzipping his pants. His cock sprang to attention, he couldn’t wait for his Princesa. The champagne was working its magic on both of them. Fuck! I got to get a handle on this! What does this girl do to me?
Gently sliding his huge cock into her wet pussy, she grabbed his hips and cried out. “Fuck me, Nick! You fucking gorgeous man. Fuck me!”
He moaned as he plunged his cock into her, rocking his hips, and thrust again. The movement of the limo, and the champagne, made him a bit dizzy. He grabbed hold of the seat back to steady himself and pounded into her. She cried out. He thrust again. His Princesa wanted him and he couldn’t stop now.
She wrapped her legs around him, taking him all inside, grinding and rocking her hips, feeling the base of his cock beating on her tender clit.
“Nick, Fuck me! I love you! Fuck! Fuck!” her fingernails buried deep into his back, he pounded into her, her hips grinding and bumping, taking in all of his manhood, the frenzy taking hold of Marti as she exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm. Convulsing with each thrust, she came and hollered out “Ahhh….Ni-…Nick! Fuck! FUCK!”
Fuck! He lost all control and shot his load deep inside her, gasping and trembling as the champagne and sex overtook him and he grabbed her tight, pulling her hair, falling to the floor, his cock throbbing with each burst.
“Hijo de la -, Chinga -, Son-of-a-bitch, woman, you are fucking amazing!” As he pumped his last seed inside her throbbing pussy.
They both lay on the floor, panting, hearts pounding, dazed and drunk. His head throbbed. Nothing another drink of champagne wouldn’t fix. He reached over and poured another glass. Tipping the glass toward Marti, “More, Peach?” She was breathless, boneless. She looked over to him with dreamy eyes and nodded.
As they rode down Las Vegas Boulevard, they laughed, kissed and drank champagne. As Jesse was making a turn, her eyes widened and she jumped up, looking out the moon roof. “Hey Nick, look. Isn’t that the famous wedding place?”