Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
As they emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in towels, Riley looked at the clock and decided she’d finally found a city that understood her hours. Always a night owl, she loved the hustle and bustle the Vegas nights offered.
“I feel like I lived a lifetime in one day.”
Aaron walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her towel off as he did so. “It was a pretty eventful day. Leaves me to wonder what tomorrow will bring.”
“I think it is tomorrow,” she teased.
His hands drifted up to cup her breasts, pulling her back against his chest and holding her there tightly. She wiggled her ass, trying to entice his cock to come out to play once more. After a quick blowjob, they’d decided to forego the shower and instead filled up the bathtub, soaking and talking for nearly an hour.
Plenty of recovery time for her newfound toy. She started to reach down to grip him but he swatted her hands away.
“I want to play,” she said, reaching for his dick once more.
This time, rather than push her hands away, Aaron gripped her wrists and forced them against the small of her back. “Bad girl,” he said, nipping at her shoulder as he spoke.
“Aaron. Stop messing around.” She tried to break free but his hold tightened and he began to push her forward. He didn’t stop until he had her facedown on the bed, his hand holding her immobile with her wrists still pressed against her back.
“I believe I was promised a get off however you want card.”
His words sent a slight tremor through her as she realized in the heat of the lap dance moment, she’d handed him carte blanche. That was silly…and smart. Given his penchant for rough sex, she couldn’t stop her body’s response, couldn’t wait to see where he would lead her now. The sound of a bag rustling roused her attention and she turned her head to confirm he’d retrieved the goodies from the sex shop with his free hand.
“Just remember the handcuffs were my choice…meaning I want to use them on you.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m cashing in on the promise you made at Swingers. One night of sex, my way. I think it’s time you figured out exactly what kind of man you married.”
“Aaron—”
“Hush. No more talking. Just obeying. And feeling. And coming.”
She wanted to bitch about the obeying order, but the second two overshadowed the impulse.
Before she could say anything, he flipped her onto her back in the middle of the mattress. She only had a second to rub her wrists before he reclaimed them, pulling them over her head. Quickly and efficiently, he demonstrated his skills as a cop by handcuffing her to the bed. She wished the idea of being held captive didn’t turn her on so much, but the truth was her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and she was dripping with her arousal. Aaron took in both those facts and grinned.
“Looks like I landed myself a bondage babe.”
“You realize I’m not going to be able to let that name-calling go unpunished.”
Aaron shrugged and grinned. “Threats won’t work this time. All these years I’ve followed you to make sure you didn’t get into trouble, always letting you call the shots. Tonight is my night, Riley, and I’m going to make every minute count.”
She struggled against the handcuffs, but it was a token resistance at best. Every word he uttered drove her higher up the horny scale.
“So are you planning on talking me into an orgasm or do you actually have some plan to back up all this tough talk?”
He shook his head, undaunted by her taunt. “It won’t work. There’s no way you’re going to top me from the bottom. Now close your mouth like a good little girl or I’m gonna gag you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He narrowed his eyes before looking around the room—she assumed—for something to use as a gag. “I’ll be quiet,” she conceded. It was hard enough not having use of her arms. She didn’t want to lose her voice as well.
Aaron kissed her and as quickly as that, she forgot everything except how much she loved his kisses. The man certainly knew his way around a mouth. His tongue touched hers and she savored the minty tang of toothpaste on his breath. His hands engulfed her breasts, his lips taking a leisurely tour along her cheek, down her neck to her nipples. He sucked the hard tips into his mouth roughly, letting her feel the slight pressure of his teeth. She sucked in a harsh breath and squeezed her legs together, trying to create some sort of friction that would assuage her growing need.
He continued to play with her breasts until she was panting and begging for more. He was in no hurry and the siege he was laying on her body was clearly going to be a long one.
“God, Aaron,” she cried as he took his time, licking and kissing a path along her stomach. “Suck my clit. Touch my pussy. Do something. You’re killing me.”
His breath as he chuckled tickled her mons, but he made no move to close in, instead he simply studied her body, getting a more than up close and personal look at her girlie bits.
She jumped when he touched her knee and he laughed. “On edge?”
She gave him a dirty look. “You can’t leave me in these handcuffs forever, Aaron Young. You may want to remember that while you torment me. Turnabout is fair play in my book.”
He pushed her legs apart and settled on his knees between them. Dragging one finger along her slit, he slowly touched her from ass to clit. Lifting his finger, he showed her the juice-covered digit. “Dessert.” He sucked the finger into his mouth, cleaning it off. Jesus, every move he made was fucking hot. Like a sommelier sampling fine wine, he obviously approved of her flavor. Bending forward, he lightly kissed the tops of her thighs before he parted her folds with his fingers and went in for a good long taste.
She went into mindless mode as he alternated his movements, driving her insane with his talented mouth and fingers. While his teeth nipped and pressed at her clit, he fucked her with two thick fingers. When his tongue thrust into her channel, he used his fingers to torment her aching clit until she was gasping for breath. Three times he brought her to the brink of orgasm and three times he withheld the big ending, backing off despite her fluent cursing. She called him every foul name in the book, including cunt, when he moved away the fourth time.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not very ladylike language, Mrs. Young.”
“And when have I ever acted like a lady? Put your mouth back down there and give me my orgasm, Aaron, or I’m gonna hurt you. Bad.”
He chuckled and moved even farther away.
“Argh!” she cried in frustration.
Aaron ignored her growl and grabbed the bag of sex toys once more. There were only two more toys in the bag and she had more than a tiny hunch which one he’d go for. Her heart—already racing—sped up even more, beating triple time when he pulled out the vibrator and the butt plug.
“Be right back.” She lay stunned for a moment, shocked he would leave her in such a state, but the sound of running water in the bathroom proved that while she was completely out of her mind with need, Aaron was in full possession of his faculties. He was washing the new toys, taking care of her safely. Just like always.
The realization brought tears to her eyes. God, she wasn’t sure how she’d failed to see all of this over the years. Talk about taking someone for granted.
Never again, she decided. She’d never take him for granted again. She loved him. Loved him more than she’d ever loved another person and she was going to spend the rest of forever proving it to him.
Aaron returned to the room and she wondered what she’d given away with her face. He looked at her for a moment, really scrutinized her expression, and she knew she’d never be able to hide anything from him. He appeared to like what he saw because his face broke into a huge grin and he returned to the bed, leaning over to place a soft kiss on her lips.
“I love you too,” he murmured.
She started to protest his cockiness, years of habit kicking in. Instead, she merely nodded.
“Now. Are you ready to play?”
She took a deep breath. “What the hell have we been doing for the last thirty minutes?”
“That was just foreplay. This is funplay.”
He resumed his place between her knees and she gasped when he slid the vibrator into her pussy. No warning, no slow teasing, just functional motion. He wanted it inside her and he put it there.
“How does that feel? Are your arms okay?”
“I’m fine. All of me. More than fine.”
He flashed the remote control at her and smiled wickedly. Pressing a button, he turned the toy on low gear. Not enough to push her over, but definitely enough to start her wiggling like a worm on a hook. “More.”
He shook his head. “Not yet.” He picked up her outstretched legs, lifting them at the knees and pushing them toward her chest. “Can you hold them there for a few minutes?”
She nodded. The position left her completely open to him. Everything was open to him. He grasped the lube and she bit her lip, trying to prepare herself for what came next. He studied her face and, for a moment, she thought he’d say something. Knowing Aaron, he probably wanted to get one more reassurance that she was okay with this. They looked at each other briefly and then he squeezed the lube onto his finger.
He winked at her as he wiggled the tip of his index finger at the entrance of her ass. “Ready?”
Apparently that was all the discussion they were going to have, as he slowly pushed the finger inside. It was tight and it pinched, but it certainly wasn’t painful or uncomfortable. If anything the sensation was just sort of weird. She secretly grinned to herself. All these years she’d considered herself the worldly one in her relationship with Aaron. Who knew the gorgeous man would be introducing her to a whole new way to sin.
Thrusting in and out slowly, Aaron twice added more lube to her ass and then he slid in a second finger. This time the odd sensation turned to the slightest bit of pain, but again it wasn’t unbearable. The speed on the vibrator kicked up a notch and suddenly the fingers in her ass didn’t feel so bad at all. She was dripping wet and crying out for completion when he increased the vibrator’s speed again, his fingers in her ass moving more quickly, deeper.
“God, Aaron,” she gasped. “Please.”
She closed her eyes to fight back tears when her pleading caused him to pull his fingers out of her completely. “No!”
The tip of something hard touched her anus and her eyes flew open. The plug. She’d forgotten about it. Aaron worked it inside her slowly and she sucked in a loud breath as the widest part breached her ass.
The second it was fully seated, Aaron cranked the vibrator up to its highest speed and she catapulted into the climax she’d withheld for nearly an hour.
For several moments, he simply watched as she trembled in the aftermath. “So beautiful,” he whispered when he turned off the vibrator and slid it out, only to replace it with his own gorgeous, thick cock.
He made love to her leisurely, the impact of being doubly filled driving her higher than she would have believed. She came once more as he moved inside, kissing her, touching her, murmuring the most incredible words she’d ever heard.
“Come with me,” she invited, and he closed his eyes as if savoring the sound of her voice. He pressed in just two more times, the thrusts firm and deep, then he gave himself up to the inevitable. Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit, dragging her along for the ride as well.
The last thing she heard as she drifted off to sleep was Aaron’s light snoring. She smiled. It was the first time he’d ever fallen asleep before her. She liked the sound. She liked it a lot.
* * *
It was well after noon when they woke up the following day. Given the fact they hadn’t gone to sleep until nearly dawn, Aaron wasn’t surprised they’d slept so late. They remained in bed for several drowsy minutes, neither of them energetic enough to move. They’d had a long day yesterday and unless they found Trev and Bella right away, today would prove to be just as long.
“So what’s the plan?” Riley asked.
“Same as yesterday, I guess. We’ll cruise through the casinos again, hit Swingers to see if Bella called. Maybe check in with Bubbles and that clerk at Sal’s again.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“I’m hungry.” Riley rubbed her stomach and Aaron shook his head.
“What else is new?”
“Very funny. We didn’t eat much yesterday, you know. One late lunch and a couple hash browns. That was it.”
“I know.”
She slowly stood up and pulled on her jeans. He watched her progress, admiring her sleek, trim figure. She had curves in all the right places. He didn’t decide to follow suit and get dressed too until she was completely covered.
Show over.
He smiled to himself. Riley burned hotter than a bonfire in bed. He bet he could make her forget about her hunger in less than a minute.
His stomach growled. Loudly. Shit. He was hungry too.
“Let’s hit the all-you-can-eat buffet next door,” she suggested.
“What is it with you and all-you-can-eat places?”
She looked at him as if he were stupid. “Um, hello? All. You. Can. Eat. It’s the concept I like.”
“How much do you think you can eat? Your stomach’s not much bigger than your fist.”
“I’m really hungry,” she stressed.
“You always say that. Then you eat one plate of food. Seems like a waste of money to me.”
“Waste or not, that’s where we’re going.”
He shrugged. “Fine. Regardless of your eating habits, I’m pretty sure I could put a serious dent in their bar. I really am starving.”
“Worked up an appetite, did you?”
“Hell yeah and I have every intention of working this meal off later. With you. In that bed. Lead the way.”
They opened the door just as Johanna was about to knock. Aaron fought back a groan. He’d been hoping they could avoid the woman until they found Trev. So much for that fantasy.
“Where the fuck is he?” Johanna bellowed. “You said you would send him up to my room. I fucking took a bath, ate room service twice and watched ten hours of Sex in the City . TBS was having a marathon. Did you hear that? TBS. Not HBO. Fucking shows were cut to ribbons and I still watched. I finally fell asleep around midnight only to wake up alone.”
“Sorry, Jo. We should have called you, but we were sort of tied up.” Riley sent Aaron a wicked grin and he had to bite his lip not to laugh at her reminder of exactly how he’d tied her up last night.
“Yeah, well. I got up, went down for breakfast and just spent the last three hours playing the slots. My eyeballs feel wiggly from watching those symbols roll by for so long. Enough is enough. Why don’t you tell me what you obviously didn’t tell me yesterday? Where the fuck is Trevor?”
Riley sighed and Aaron knew the next few minutes were bound to be uncomfortable. And potentially dangerous. He suddenly wished he had brought his weapon with him. He glanced to the left and saw Jo’s baseball bat tucked securely in the corner. A quick calculation proved he could get to it before she did, so he relaxed a bit.
“I’m afraid you aren’t going to like this.” And Riley told her the whole sordid story. “So we’ve been trying to find him, but we just haven’t had any luck. I’m sure if he knew about the baby, he’d be back in a New York minute, begging your forgiveness and trying to make amends. You know Trev, Jo. He’s not a bad guy really. Just a little impulsive.”
Johanna didn’t reply and for a minute, Aaron was worried she was going into shock.
“Are you okay, Jo? You know, Riley and I were just about to hit the buffet next door. Why don’t you come with us? You’re eating for two now and it wouldn’t do you or the baby any good to get worked up about this. I’m sure it will all still work out okay.”
“No, thank you. I’m not hungry.” Jo’s voice was calm and strong and he studied her face closely. Hell, all in all, Aaron thought she’d taken the news fairly well. She politely thanked Riley for being honest with her, calmly informed them she was going to find her husband and murder the faithless motherfucker, and then she said goodbye.
Riley and Aaron watched her retreat down the hall from the doorway of their room. Johanna smashed the vase sitting on the table by the elevator. Minimal damage really, considering it was a jilted Johanna Blankenship they were watching.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Riley asked when the elevator doors closed.
“Yep,” he replied. “We’d better find Trev before she does or there won’t be any pieces of the poor man left to bury.”
“Yeah, well, even knowing that, I’m still hitting the all-you-can-eat.”
Aaron nodded. “Agreed. Let’s go.”
They were almost to the front entrance to the hotel when Johnny stumbled in the sliding doors. He looked as if he’d seen better nights. His thick dark hair was sticking up at odd angles and the bow tie on his black tuxedo lay loose around his neck.
When he spotted them, he raised his hand and called out Riley’s name. Aaron saw more than a few people in the lobby do a double take, trying to decide if they were really seeing an extremely hungover Wayne Newton.
“She quit her fucking job,” he said.
Riley nodded. “I know. We went by Swingers last night.”
There were angry tears in Johnny’s eyes as he spoke. “She wouldn’t quit to marry me and have kids, but she’ll drop that gig fast enough for some rich guy.”
“Trev’s not exactly rich,” Riley said, but Aaron placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head.
“All this time I thought she was addicted to the spotlight, to being a star. I understood that because she still came home to me every night. It wasn’t the job,” he said, his voice laced with agony. “It was me. I wasn’t good enough for her.”
“Oh Johnny.” Riley reached out and took his hand in hers. “I’m so sorry. Really I am. We were just going to head next door to the all-you-can-eat buffet. Why don’t you come with us? My treat.”
Johnny accepted her comfort for only a moment before he shook off her hand and raised a pointed finger at them. “I’m gonna find that asshole friend of yours and I’m gonna kill him. Kill him for stealing my Bella away from me!”
Before they could try to talk him down, he turned and stormed away.
“Wow.” Riley turned to look at him. “This sucks.”
He nodded. “Yep. Trev’s in a whole world of hurt.”
“We still hitting the buffet?”
He grasped her hand and headed for the street again. “Hell yeah.”