Falling Free: What happens in Vegas... (The Fall Series) (15 page)

Parker spread the food out on the
coffee table and patted the floor next to him. I sat close. The food smelled
delicious, and he began scooping portions onto a plate that I thought would be
for me, but he sat the plate down between us instead. When he cut the steak,
and offered me a piece I realized he was going to feed me. I had never been fed
before, and I looked up at him, grateful for his tenderness.
How could this
man who barely knew me know exactly what I needed?
I watched him as he took
a bite and graciously offered me another. When I made a face at the spinach on
the end of the fork he laughed, but insisted. I closed my eyes and opened my
mouth and waited. After a few seconds I realized that he wasn’t placing it in
my mouth. I opened my eyes and there it was. That beautiful sexy grin that tore
right through me. He set the fork down, grabbed my chin and kissed me long and
slow. I expected his next move would be sexual, but instead he resumed feeding
me, and I looked at him puzzled.

He responded, “You have to eat.
You’re going to need your energy tonight.”

The ideas of what he might have
in store frightened me. My body was sore everywhere. I had to tell him somehow.
Although the thought was exciting, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it after
what took place earlier.

“Parker,” I said softly. “I don’t
know how to tell you this, but I’m um…I’m well, very sore. I’m not saying that
I don’t want to…”

He cut me off, “I know you may
not believe this, Lo, but I can be gentle. I will be gentle,” he said, and my
body was tingling from his words.

We sat in silence and ate until
most of the food was gone. Then he looked at me and said, “Yoga pants, huh?”
With that he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“I thought you said you would be
gentle?” I squealed.

“You make it very difficult,” he
replied.

To my surprise he took me to his
master suite where the lights from the strip shined dimly through the windows.
I noticed the bed had been neatly made as he ripped the covers back with one
hand and laid me down gently. He pulled my shirt over my head, but when I
started to remove my pants he stopped me.

“Not yet.” he said.

I starred up at him, wondering
what he had in store. I watched as he removed his shirt and pants. He was naked
and ready, his cock pointing straight at me. He grabbed my foot and began
massaging as I let the weight of my leg rest in his hand.

“That’s right, relax.”

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sensation of his hands rubbing my feet, my calves. He reached my thighs and
slowly ran his fingers around the outline of my sex and stroked me gently
through the thin material of my pants. It was erotic, sensual. He knew I wanted
him, but he was making sure I was ready. I felt his fingers stroking me then
something else. The heat of his mouth closed over my sex, and I arched up to
meet it. He pressed his mouth around my clit and nipped softly at my tender
swollen bits. I squirmed with pleasure.

Then he eased my pants down slowly
and threw them on the floor before pulling me to the edge of the bed. He went
down on his knees and wrapped my legs around him. I lifted my head briefly and
saw that smile as he lowered his tongue to my wetness. He licked my slit slowly
as if he was taking pleasure in every stroke. It was sensual as if he was
gently preparing my sore pussy to accept his hard shaft. I moaned as he licked
around my clit a little more firmly. I could feel the orgasm starting to build,
and I rocked my hips slightly to meet his tongue. I was soaked and swollen with
desire. I was nearing the brink when to my surprise he stopped and climbed up
on the bed next to me dragging me further up with him. He pushed my thighs
apart as he climbed between them, and I could feel his length pressing into my
sticky wetness.

He didn’t enter me. He was
holding out, making me ache for him. He kissed me slowly with his tongue, and
my nipples brushed against his chest. He leaned down and took them in his mouth
one by one, all the while I could feel his shaft sliding against me, pressing
against my clit. It was delicious torture. I arched my body trying to position
myself to accept him, but he eluded me. Instead he sucked my nipples harder and
his movements became faster. The friction of his cock against my clit was
maddening. I pressed myself against him increasing the pressure and felt the
sensation get stronger. My orgasm crashed through me as I dug into his arms and
moaned against his chest.

At the same time he pressed his
cock into me slowly until I was filled with him. He held himself deep inside
and began rocking, pressing into me with short rhythmic strokes. Instantly a
second orgasm exploded around him. I could feel the wetness of my juices
dripping down my thighs. He ignited the spot, and my orgasm continued in endless
spasms.

As I was coming down he whispered
in my ear, “Is that too much? I want you to show me how much you can take?”

He eased out of me and laid on
his back with his arms folded behind his head. He was challenging me, and I was
about to take the bait. I mounted him, easing myself onto his cock slowly. I
leaned over and kissed him, licking his lips, caressing his tongue with mine.
My breasts rubbed his chest with my movements creating a delicious friction.
Then I leaned back placing my arms behind me until I was squatting over him and
he had a full view of his shaft entering my pussy. I began to move, allowing
him inside inch by inch until he was buried completely. Then I moved faster up
and down stopping at the top at times, caressing only the head of his cock. His
body stiffened, and he closed his eyes and reached for my hips. I knew what he
was doing. He wanted to pin me to stop himself from reaching the point of no
return. But I wouldn’t let him. I was in control now. I moved faster, slamming him
into me. I was throbbing around him, and he suddenly grabbed my hips and began thrusting
himself harder until I felt his hot come mixed with mine dripping down the
insides of my thighs.

“Don’t stop.” He reached up and
stroked my clit as I continued riding him until my own release came once again.

I collapsed on top of him. He
rubbed my back, his chest heaving under me, then brushed my hair aside.

“Will you sleep in here with me
tonight?”

“Mm hmm,” was all I could manage.
He rolled me over next to him and wrapped his arms around me as we both drifted
off to sleep.

PICTURE PERFECT

I woke up first. My back was
pressed against his chest. I could tell by his rhythmic breathing that he was
still asleep. I snuggled into him and wished that I could stay right there
forever and make the world go away, but I knew it was impossible. As I laid
there thinking I could feel his cock pressing against my butt cheeks.
Could
this man ever get enough?

I pressed my butt against him and
spread my legs just a little, closing my thighs around his relentless hard-on.
He moved a little and I began moving against him angling my body so the head of
his cock was rested against my opening. He pressed back, sliding easily into
me, and we began moving against each other slowly. He grabbed my breasts,
squeezing, pinching my nipples. Then his hand went lower to my clit. He pressed
his fingers against it rubbing slowly while pumping into me. I rocked back to
meet him allowing him to penetrate me fully, and I could feel him swelling with
each stroke until he was hard as a rock. He rubbed me faster and harder as he
slammed against my butt. Within seconds we were riding out our orgasms
together.

“Good morning,” he whispered
against my neck.

“Good morning,” I giggled.

“You better get up and shower, or
I might just hold you captive in this bed all day.”

I turned towards him propping my
head on my hand. “Is that a challenge, Mr. Blackwell?”

“More of a threat. Now go. We’re
going out today.” As he spoke his hand came down swiftly stinging my butt
cheeks.

“Ouch! Okay, okay, I’m going!” I
stood up and wrapped the sheet around me, suddenly feeling exposed and
vulnerable. “Parker, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything.”

“What are you doing to me? I
mean, what are we doing to each other?”

He let out a deep breath. “I
don’t know, but whatever it is we’ll figure it out together. Now go get ready.
We’re leaving in an hour.”

When I got back to my room I
didn’t feel like getting ready right away. Something was bothering me. The
deeper things got with Parker, the more I heard Leslie’s voice in my head
warning that someone was trying to deceive me. Maybe it was a defense
mechanism. Maybe I was just too stubborn to let myself believe I could possibly
be happy again.

I flipped open my laptop and
thought about logging into The Grandview website to see if we were fully booked
for the summer holidays yet. Just thinking about it made me anxious. Tapping my
fingers on the table an idea came to me.
I should Google Parker!

I entered his name in the search
bar and scanned down the page of blue links. He really was some kind of
celebrity.

Parker Blackwell winner of the
2010 Word Poker Tour

Parker Blackwell was at the final
table in the World Poker Series Main Event

Parker Blackwell donates $300,000
to the ASPCA

After reading several articles
and scanning six pages into Google I was convinced that aside from his kinky
sex habits Parker Blackwell was a pretty good guy. I found no mention of a girlfriend,
child, divorce or anything else that he hadn’t told me. Maybe Parker was being
honest all along. Maybe someone else was plotting behind my back, or maybe it
was all just bullshit.

I got ready quickly deciding to
dress in ‘Vegas casual’ again until told otherwise, but I longed to put on
another pair of yoga pants and a tank top. As I dressed my imagination was
running wild. I wondered where he was taking me.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as I
walked into the kitchen. I thought we’d grab a coffee on the way downstairs.
They have the best lattes here, and maybe a bagel or muffin if you need
something more. We have to be somewhere by 9:00 AM.”

“Somewhere?” I prodded.

“You’ll see soon enough. Ready?”

“Whenever you are,” I replied
trying to contain my excitement.

“Oh, yeah.” Parker pointed at my
shoes. “I know you’ll be disappointed, but you’ll have to leave the Jimmy Choos
behind today. Did you bring tennis shoes?”

“Yes.” I was beaming at the
thought of wearing comfortable shoes.

“Go change into some comfortable
clothes and wear your tennis shoes,” he grinned noticing my excitement.

In minutes I was in the elevator next
to him wearing a tank top, yoga pants and tennis shoes as instructed.

“Good choice,” he whispered in my
ear, and I knew he was referring to the yoga pants.

“So it’s safe to say you have a
yoga pants fetish?” I asked, and we both laughed.

The heat was suffocating as we
entered the limo, lattes in hand. I couldn’t stand the weather in Vegas. No
wonder people spent so much time indoors. It was miserable compared to
Michigan.

The privacy glass slid down and
the driver asked, “Do you have any stops today, Mr. Blackwell, or would you
like to go straight to the destination?” His eyes blinked anxiously as he
looked at me in the rearview mirror.

“Straight to the destination
please.”

“Very well,” he replied, and the glass
slid slowly back into place.

I turned toward Parker. “The
destination, huh? Must be some surprise. You even have the driver worried he
might give it away.

“You’ll see,” he beamed without
offering a clue. But his smile was all it took to put me at ease and stop me
from prying any further. If he wanted to surprise me, I wouldn’t ruin it.

I settled in for the ride. We
were leaving the glamour of the strip behind, and if I wasn’t mistaken the
route looked very familiar. My suspicion was soon confirmed as I began seeing
signs for the airport ahead.

I looked at Parker. He could see
the questions on my face, but he didn’t offer so much as a clue until the
moment the limo door opened. He grabbed my hand to help me out with the biggest
sappiest grin on his face.