Page 66 of Russian Roulette
He takes my hand and leads me over to the railing, then wraps his arms around me from behind. “Do you see all this?” he leans close to whisper against my neck. The sparkling, flashing lights of Las Vegas are glittering below us on all sides. “It’s all ours, if you want it. Yours and mine. This whole fucking town can be ours. All we need to do is reach out and take it. I would love for you to stay here with me. Say you’re mine and let’s rule this town together. I can give you everything you ever dreamed of. You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Just think about my offer. Will you do that?”
“Yes, I will,” I tell him, leaning back against him.
Having Seven as my partner would be unbelievable, but he doesn’t know yet what he would be getting into. There’s no doubt in my mind that we could accomplish amazing things if we combined our talents. But we’ll see how willing he is to team up with me after he finds out the truth about everything. I’m a bigger risk than he realizes.
His hands reach around to untie my robe, before sliding it off my shoulders and letting it drop onto the patio floor. I’m completely nude. His hands come up to cup my breasts as he nuzzles my neck.
“What if someone sees us?” I ask.
“Good, I hope they do and that they’re as turned on by your sexy body as I am. To cover up your body is a sin.”
“I thought Vegas was ‘Sin City’?” I tease.
“Oh, there’s a million better ways to sin in this town besides hiding your body.” He turns me around and tugs me close against him. “I’m always confused when I’m around you,” he says, a smile in his voice. “Should I keep my hands on your breasts or your ass? It’s such a problem trying to decide.”
I reach down between us to untie his sash and pull apart the sides of his bathrobe. “Drop the robe, Seven,” I tell him. “Fair is fair. I like to look and touch too.”
He shrugs it off in one smooth movement, then picks me up easily and carries me to the steaming hot tub. Stepping down into the water, he sits on a bench and balances me right in between his thighs, with my back resting on his chest.
“Oh, this hot tub feels fantastic,” I sigh, sinking deeper into the water. My muscles are sore after being thoroughly fucked by Seven, as if he wanted to make sure I still feel his mark on my body tomorrow. And the next day.
Seven leisurely moves his hand all over my spine, shoulders, breasts. Down my legs and along my inner thighs. I thought I was done for the night, but I’m stirring to life again when his fingers brush over my clit. I’m not sure if my pussy can take another rampage from his cock, but I’m willing to find out.
“Relax, beautiful,” he says softly in my ear. “This is just a therapeutic massage, nothing more.”
“Liar,” I snap back, when I feel the unmistakable prodding of his cock against the small of my back. If I leaned over slightly, his hard erection would be cushioned right between my ass cheeks.
He lifts his hands out of the water to massage the base of my neck, and then the rounded curves of my shoulders. “How are we doing so far?” he asks in that low, husky tone, his fingers brushing my hair back off my shoulder.
“The massage is very nice,” I reply, resting my head back against him.
He chuckles quietly. “Thanks, but I was talking about all that’s happened up to now. Are you enjoying being here with me?”
“You already know the answer to that,” I murmur.
“Want to take this back to the bedroom?” he asks.
“Would I be shameless if I said yes?”
“Not at all. Never feel shame for going after what you want. Hang on a second and I’ll grab a towel.”
After carefully disentangling our limbs, he slowly steps out of the hot tub and my mouth drops open, taking him in. Water drips off his tatted back and tight ass as he walks across the patio to retrieve the towels from a storage bin. I love how he’s completely comfortable with his nudity and not at all embarrassed by the huge erection he’s walking around with.
“You’ll be cold when you get out, so make it fast,” he warns me as he holds up a big towel. I step out and he immediately wraps the towel around me and then surprises me by swinging me into his arms before carrying me back to the bedroom. He slides me down his body so that we’re standing face-to-face. His fingers trail over my jawline and then down to trace my hardened nipples.
“We have a few hours left until sunrise,” he reminds me. “And I have a few ideas.”
I slide my hand down his stomach and encircle his hard cock. His breath hisses as I slowly stroke him, feeling his width and length. “Maybe I have a few ideas of my own,” I tell him. His cock hardens as I stroke faster.
“On the bed. Now!” he mutters, picking me up and tossing me on the bed. He grabs a condom, dons it, and settles on his back. In one strong movement, he lifts me and positions me over him with my knees on either side of his hips. His gaze is burning into me as he tightly grips my waist. I stroke his cock and am rewarded with a deep growl from his throat.
Lifting my hips, I position myself over his cock and then sink down slowly until he’s buried halfway inside me. We both gasp, our eyes locking as I slide all the way down until my ass is bumping against his thighs and I’m taking his whole length.
Instinctively, I move up and down on his long cock. Seven’s hands on my hips are like steel bands as he moves in unison with me, our bodies joined in perfect harmony. His lips latch to my nipples as they sway in front of his face, while my hips grind on his thighs, my ass slapping his flesh with every downward bounce. His pumping thrusts meet mine and he grunts against my breasts.
Helpless to the sensations shuddering through my body, I cling to him. I try to focus and instead catch Seven’s blistering gaze of ownership as he thrusts up into me, claiming me.
The agony of pleasure swells within me until I’m unraveling with the force of an overpowering orgasm. His cock jerks and I feel him throbbing to a pulsating finish deep within me as he groans loudly. He grips the back of my head and tugs my head closer in a blistering kiss as we cling to each other.