Chances (Mystic Nights #1) (2 page)

When she looked up again, Jonathan gave her a stunning smile from his handsomely chiseled face. Her friends were laughing at her. Obviously her perusal had not gone unnoticed, and he must have said something about it, but God knows what words escaped his lips. Lips she wanted to bite and suck on. She blushed in embarrassment knowing she’d been caught more than just ogling the man.

Tara elbowed her and it helped to break the spell Aliya was under. She indicated the dance floor with a tilt of her chin. Jonathan was getting closer and took her elbow. The moment his hand touched her skin, she was on fire. Finally clueing in on the missed part of the conversation, she turned after handing Tara her glass and led the way to the dance floor. Dancing. This was something she knew how to do. But still Aliya felt his hand stroke her gently on the arm, and it kept her disconcerted. She felt dizzy and little faint as he turned her smoothly into his waiting arms. When she met his eyes, all thought evaporated from her mind except being handled by this man.

The song that played wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t fast either. The couples on the dance floor were close to their partners, and he pulled her in. She felt every inch of him, every inch of his arousal too, pressing up against her. She looked into his eyes and began to move. Her body instinctively swayed to the music, enticing him, leading him. And he followed.

“Aliya, you look ravishing tonight.” Jonathan wasn’t smiling any longer. In fact, his face looked pained. He was feeling it too. This woman in his arms was driving him wild. Every sway of her hips, each small thrust of her body against him was pushing all the right buttons.

“Thank you,” she murmured seductively. Her words came out in two small gasps.

The song was winding down, and a slower song took its place. He pulled her in, closer, letting her know how hard he was for her. She gave out a small moan of pleasure, and instead of pulling away, she pushed herself in deeper. The ridge of his cock pressed suggestively against her belly, but she wanted to feel it lower. Much lower. Her actions were not the work of her mind, but the traitorous willfulness of her body.

“Aliya.” He said just her name. Gruffly. She looked up and saw him inhaling the scent of her hair. His nostrils flaring. She looked at his lips and she felt a pool of warmth deep inside her core.

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing harder against him, needing release, needing more.

“I have a suite upstairs.” It was a statement.

The walls of her pussy clenched. Her muscles spasmed. She felt herself getting wet. Without a moment of thought, she knew she would go through with it. She didn’t hesitate. Her inhibitions were gone. “Let’s go.”

For a month, she had resisted this devilishly stunning man. She couldn’t do it any longer. She was giving in to this temptation. Just this once. Thank-you alcohol.

*

Jonathan was leading
the tipsy brunette down the hallway of the fourteenth floor when his watch blipped. It was midnight. He was just feet away from his suite, but did not want to lose this opportunity for a midnight New Year’s Eve kiss. He turned sharply, and took Aliya by surprise. “It’s midnight. Happy New Year, Aliya.” His hand snaked up her arm until the back of her head was cradled in his hand. Her lips parted as he pulled her to him for just a taste.

Aliya had been waiting for this. Jonathan’s lips on hers. And she met him half way. Her decision had been made downstairs, and she was going all in. Grabbing the lapels of his designer suit, she leaned into him. The moment his lips touched hers, the power of the kiss rocked her. His tongue speared her lips and she opened for it, wanting and needing more.

Her groan of pleasure had his earlier hard on return full force. His aching crotch wanted to do what his tongue was doing. Plunge into her depths. She was returning the kiss, and tangling her tongue with his as he plundered the treasure that was her mouth. She tasted like strawberries and mint. It was intoxicating. Not wanting it to end, he pushed her back against the wall to steady her, allowing one hand to quickly slip deep into his pocket and pull out his key card. Fumbling and reaching, he managed to slide the card through the reader, and then grab the door handle and push. With it open, he lured her into his room without breaking the kiss. Her hands began to pull his jacket over his broad shoulders, and he was only to happy to oblige her.

He broke the kiss, and they were both panting heavily as he shrugged out of his jacket. Aliya was already untying his tie, and he couldn’t resist diving in for another kiss although his body wanted so much more.

Despite her state, her fingers made quick work of the tie. She then deftly tackled the buttons on his shirt while he plundered her mouth once more. Her pussy was throbbing, soaking her panties, demanding attention.

When she finished with the buttons, she yanked the rest of his shirt out of his pants, and he was unfastening them at the same time. Quicker than she could blink, his pants fell to his knees, and he stepped out of them pushing her backwards towards the bedroom in the overly large suite. His black silk boxers were generously tented showing just how much he wanted this to happen. She bit her lip when he slid his boxers down and her eyes widened in surprise. The man was massive. And she couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside of her. It had been such a long time, but she felt ready. Turning, she saw a door ajar and led him into what must be his home away from home. All of the Sassacus’ had rooms on this floor, as well as other members of the top brass.

When the light flicked on behind her, it startled her momentarily. She felt Jonathan pressing himself behind her. “Lights on.” His voice was gruff as he unzipped her dress and pulled it down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. The red satin pooled at her feet and she easily stepped out of it.

The view of her backside made him even harder. Her black silk thong made his mouth dry. He glanced at her toned body. Lithe and graceful, but powerful. And her legs. Damn, he wanted those legs wrapped around him when he plowed into her. He kissed her shoulder, and she shuddered with her own need under his touch. She turned in his arms and it was then he first got to see her breasts. And they were remarkable. High, pert, smooth with small brown tips, the nipples already puckered and demanding his touch. He cupped one and squeezed it gently, rubbing his palm against the surface as her head fell backwards. When he pinched it roughly, her mewl of pleasure had him pushing her gently to the bed as he crawled on top of her. He took her breast into his mouth further enticing her. The sounds she made excited him all the more.

When she reached for his cock, he knew this was exactly what she wanted. Playing coy for over a month, he knew she was worth the wait. Her long slender fingers slid inside his boxers and she grasped him gently. But he didn’t want it gently. He wanted to plunge his cock into her over and over again until she screamed his name.

He helped her by showing her what he wanted and grasped her clutched hand and squeezed harder. “Babe, tighter,” he commanded.

Aliya complied and gripped him harshly. He let out a growl of animalistic pleasure that made her feel more brazen, and she began to stroke his silken member enjoying the feel of it. He was on fire. She knew he enjoyed it too as his latch on her nipple tugged harder while he used his tongue to toy with the tip. She arched into it.

“Oh, God yes,” she cried her pleasure.

Jonathan couldn’t wait much longer, but he wanted to make sure she was ready. He didn’t like leaving his partners unsatisfied. He released her nipple and allowed his tongue to slip down her abdomen. Tasting and tormenting her with both his tongue and teeth. He felt the muscles in her stomach jump and when his tongue reached her lower abdomen and the top of her panties, he nipped at them and tugged. She gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes. Her black as onyx orbs sparkled at him, and her breathing was erratic. Involuntarily she lifted her hips, and with one yank of his arm he had her panties off to resume his delicious torture.

Aliya allowed her legs to open wider for him as he eased lower. His shoulders were so massive, he grabbed one leg from behind her knee and hooked it over his shoulder before he dipped down further. She couldn’t see his velvety brown eyes. The moment his tongue parted her, she wanted to scream. Of its own accord, her head rolled to the side and she pushed her pelvis closer to his tongue. The tongue that was stroking her clit now, and bringing it to a frenzy.

Grabbing the linens beneath her, she clenched a fistful while he tortured her tightly strung body.

“Oh, oh,” she panted.

Jonathan loved a vocal woman. It encouraged him to lick harder and provide the right pressure on her swollen and enlarged clit. Aliya was sweet. But his need was too much. He took her clit into his mouth, and sucked. He could feel her squirming beneath him on his bed.

“Yes, yes, please,” she begged.

“Say my name. Say Jonathan,” he murmured against her pussy. His breath alone was a wild aphrodisiac to her senses.

“Jonathan, please,” she panted. “I need more.” She was so close, but she wanted to feel this man move inside of her.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He began to crawl up her, wiping her juices off of his face with the back of his forearm.

“I want to . . . want to fuck.” His eyes glittered gold. “Fuck me, Jonathan,” she begged.

And with those words he smiled and he rammed his massive cock into the leggy brunette, knowing she was ready. And she took him, all ten inches. He plundered until her pussy couldn’t take any more, and then he reared back and did it again. And again. Then he stilled. Giving her a moment to accommodate his size.

When he breached her, Aliya gasped. The man was huge, but she was wet, and wanted that friction, so when he stopped she pulled back and pushed herself onto him, her heels sinking into the mattress. They had never gotten around to taking her heels off.

“Say it, Aliya.” He held steady repeating his earlier demands.

“Fuck me, Jonathan. I need it. I need you,” she groaned frantically. She was begging to have him finish what he’d started. And gloriously he began to move, slowly at first, and then with more vigor. With each thrust, he rubbed his gloriously fit pelvis along her clit, and soon she was buzzing again. Climbing. Soaring.

The sound of his balls smacking her each time he pistoned his cock into her pussy had her panting and biting her lip. Her release was close. She felt the waves building.

“God, Jonathan. Yes, yes,” she panted and rocked with him matching his thrusts with her own.

Jonathan’s cock throbbed. The walls of her pussy were slick and hot, and clenched him each time he withdrew, pulling him under her spell. He felt the veins in his cock fill powerfully, and he knew he was close, but he wanted her there too. When he felt the trembling deep inside, he knew she was with him.

“Fuck, Aliya.” He thrust more quickly bringing them both to the edge, until she screamed crying out her release.

“Oh yes, Jonathan. Yessssss!” Her nails dug into his back and he felt her tighten around his cock, gripping him inside of her until she was spent. It was that grip that sent him over his own precipice. With one final thrust, he powered through his release spilling his seed inside of her, and then collapsed beside her on the bed.

“Oh, my God,” she stated beside him still panting. “That was intense.”

Yes, it was, he thought, as his own erratic heart beat furiously in his chest. As the dancer curled into his side, he knew her words to be true. It was more than intense. I had been fucking amazing. Very. He stuck his arm under her head and pulled her closer. He’d let her stay. For a little while anyway. Maybe do that again a time or two.

Her hand on top of his beating heart, they lie quietly together until his heart returned to normal.

It was Aliya who spoke first. “Should I go?” she asked simply.

His reply came quickly. It was the first time he didn’t say no.

‡

J
onathan walked the
floors of the main casino. With everything running smoothly and the crowds getting thicker at the slot machines, he checked in with a few of the pit bosses to make sure all the machines were working properly. Satisfied all was well, he checked in on the table games. His sister, Dawn, was dealing today and he gave her a quick greeting before heading upstairs to check out the crowds and activity on the second floor. Everything was running efficiently, and lines were forming at the two showroom doors on that level. They had two theaters and one more under construction on the third floor. Aliya and the other dancers performed shows in Theatre A, musicals and Vegas type dance routines. Theatre A was used for their own seasonal and choreographed performances focusing on their heritage. Theatre B currently had a magician performing two shows each night. They had acts and plays booked for the next two years bringing in talent from Vegas, New York, and Hollywood.