Chapter 11: Vegas
I shut my window and locked it before pulling the curtains over it. It was going on eleven at night, and the entire day was tiring. I spent it at the lake with Tara, Chase, and Wesley. Chris was off doing whatever Chris does with his own time. And I'm hoping that doesn't mean what I think it meant, but I just tried not to think about. I shut my double doors to my room and shut off the light.
I climbed into my bed and pulled my comforter back before slipping under it.
I laid down on my pillows and dozed off.
A few moments later, my doors open and I hear them close.
I feel my bed dip and lips at my ear. "Wake up, princess."
I smiled as my eyes opened.
Chris was above me, his hazel eyes sexy and dark.
I sit up on my elbows. "Where were you all day?" I whispered.
"I'm opening up a business."
My eyes widened. "What? Really?"
He nods. "Maybe. We'll see how my dad feels about it. Today was the first time we talked in for-fucking-ever."
I caressed his jaw. "I'm happy for you."
He smiled. "So, earlier today, I was talking to my cousin, Heath, and him and his girl, Adriana, are going to Vegas and I want to go with them."
"What, to see if your ex wife is there?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. I go to Vegas once every year, and I'm ready to leave again."
"You have a gambling addiction?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I like to do it but its not an addiction. As far as I'm concerned I only have an addiction to you."
I blushed and bit my lip.
"What are you wearing?" He asked.
I pulled the cover off and he moved off me so I can fully pull it from my body to show I only had a tank top and a pair of panties on.
Chris smirked as he studied my sleepwear and then met my eyes. "You don't even have to try, you do the most innocent shit and it turns me on."
I smile and lay back on my pillows. "Come here." I whisper.
Chris came over my body and I spread my legs so he could fit between them and I hooked them around his waist as he crushed his lips against mine.
The main thing I love about kissing Chris was how fucking soft his lips were, and how everytime he kissed me, it would immediatley make me want more.
He was in control, fighting with my tongue while caressing my leg hooked around his waist.
I don't know how I'm going to deal with him being in Vegas and no one to kiss me, or hold me, or fuck me.
He pulls away to look into my eyes.
"I'm going to miss you while you're gone." I whispered to him. He sat up on his knees and shook his head. "No you won't."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're coming with me."
I grimaced and sat up on my elbows. "What?"
He leaned to me so we were face to face. "Come to Vegas with me." He whispered.
I sat up fully and turned my lamp on and looked back to Chris. "I can't just go there. My mom would never…well not her but Liam would never let me go to Vegas with you. He's going to know."
Chris shook his head. "No he won't. We can get Tara and Chase to come along and just make it into a random trip. Besides, that slut that he's with will keep him busy so he won't be focused on us."
"I don't know, Chris. I never been out of San Diego before."
"Which is exactly why you're coming with me, so we can get a hotel and spend time in there doing whatever the fuck we want."
I couldn't hold back a moan.
He nods. "You want it as bad as I do. Come with me, baby."
I wanted to go. I just hoped that Liam wouldn't be too suspsious about it.
I nod my head. "Okay. When?"
"Right now. I have a private jet waiting for us."
My eyes grew wide. "What?"
He nods his head. "Get up."
"It's eleven at night." I said.
"So? Get up."
He got off of the bed and disappeared out of my room.
Was he out of his fucking mind?
"In the middle of the night?" Liam asked.
Chris nodded leaning against the back of the couch.
I stood by him with two duffel bags and a suit case next to my feet.
Imogene was sitting next to Liam wearing one of his t-shirts.
Her eyes were on Chris.
"Vegas in the middle of the night?" Liam asked.
"I think you already said that." Chris said.
"It's just so…random."
"Liam, I always wanted to go." I said.
Liam grimaced at me. "Since when?"
"Since now. Please let me go?" I begged. I know we weren't on the best terms but hopefully he wouldn't stop me from going.
Imogene's fingers were rubbing Liam's biceps as she kept her eyes on Chris.
This girl is weird, yet she definitely is making me angry, staring at my boyfriend like that.
"Why can't we go?" Imogene asked.
"Because you can't." Chris said without looking at her. He was still looking at Liam, waiting for him to say something.
Liam sighed. "Honestly, Chris, I don't want her going anywhere alone with you."
"With me? That's the problem?" Chris asked.
Liam tilted his head and gave him an 'obvious' look. "We all know how you are. Want me to bring up Rio again?"
"No. Let's not." I said.
Liam met my eyes. "So now you know."
I nod my head. "Okay, I get it, Liam, but Tara and Chase are coming with us so I won't be alone with Chris."
"You called them at going on midnight to ask them to go to Vegas with ya'll?"
Chris nods. "And they agreed. They're on their way to meet my jet. Now we just need your answer."
Liam's expression was thoughtful. After a moment, he stood. "Let me talk to you in the kitchen real quick, Chris."
Chris rolled his eyes but walked in the kitchen.
Liam followed him in.
I sighed and slumped against the back of the couch.
"You're not fooling anyone."
I turned my head to meet Imogene's eyes. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I'm just saying."
I furrowed my brows. "What are you saying?"
"Nothing. Go on acting stupid, Summer." She said.
I glared at her. "Just shut the fuck up." I stood up and went to lean against the wall that led to the kitchen to listen in on them.
"I don't know about you taking her there." I heard Liam say. "I mean I trust you'd keep her safe but other than that, I don't know."
"What's there to be scared of?"
"Let's see, everytime you're anywhere alone with a girl, a sex tape ends up coming up."
Chris chuckles. "You think I'm going to make a sex tape of me fucking your sister? Really?"
"Christopher, you deflower any virgin you set your eyes on. You asked me if you could date my sister when she was fifteen. And what was my answer?"
"After you punched the shit out of my jaw for no good reason, you said no." Chris said.
Liam sighs. "All you do is go around having sex with all kinds of girls, and I don't want Summer to be just another one to you before you toss her out on her ass. She's a virgin. She doesn't need to lose it to someone that doesn't have feelings for her."
"What makes you think she's a virgin?" Chris asked and that made Liam go quiet.
I just realized how uncomfortable it is to be hearing this. I don't like my brother and my boyfriend talking about me and my sex life.
"She is. I am hell bent on making sure she meets the right guy to give it to."
"Liam, she's eighteen and old enough to make her own decisions. She's human. Let her make mistakes."
"I'm not trying to hear that. Bottom line, don't touch her, don't try to kiss her, don't try anything and I won't beat the shit out of you. Deal?"
After a long moment, Chris just walked out of the room.
He ignored me as he made his way back to the livingroom.
Liam walked in and glances at me.
I stare back at him.
"If he tries anything, Summer, call me and tell me."
I slowly nod my head, hoping he couldn't see my lie.
He nods. "Okay. You can go."
I smile. "Thanks, Liam."
He walks to the livingroom. "How long are ya'll going to be gone?"
"Just a couple days." Chris says.
Liam sighs. "Fine. Take care of her, Chris. I'm serious."
Chris grabbed my two duffel bags. "I heard you the first time."
I grabbed my suitcase and looked to Liam. "I'll see you."
He nods. "Love you, sis."
I give him a small smile before walking out to the foyer.
Chris follows me silently and I open the door for us and let him walk out first.
I walk out and lock the door before going to the limo where Chris's driver was waiting.
He took the bags from Chris and stuffed them into the limo and then stuffed my suitcase in the limo before allowing us to slip in.
Once we were both in, the driver shut the door, got in, and started to drive away from my house.
I look over to Chris and he's quiet. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"He honestly doesn't trust me with you."
"In the sense of you being a womanizer, he doesn't, but who cares? He knows that you can keep my safe. And I know that you can. My trust in you is building and building, and that's pretty much all that matters." I said shrugging my shoulders.
He smirks. "Maybe."
I scoot over and sit into his lap and he wraps his arms around me to almost cradle me.
I closed my eyes and lock my arms around his neck and as I leaned my head against his chest.
I ended up dozing off.
I felt Chris's lips when I woke up. I kissed him back and slowly my eyes opened as he pulled away. "We're here."
"Vegas? That was fast."
He chuckles. "No. My jet."
When he said that, it made me realize something I didn't think of at first. "I'm afraid of heights." I said.
He raised his brow. "Yeah?"
I nod my head.
"Look, I have a bedroom in the back of the plane. We can lay back there and talk to get your mind off of the ride." Talk…and do other things. I smiled and nodded my head. "Okay."
His driver opened the door and got our bags while me and him walked to the jet.
I walked up the stairs, him following behind me, and got into the jet. I never been inside of a private jet before, maybe except for my dad's once.
The seats were bronze leather, and held a gold throw pillows on them.
There were two seats in two rows and the floor was covered in bronze carpeting.
Every little detail was perfect.
Behind the seats was a long couch that ran along the wall. It has a glass table in front of it with a glass bowl of strawberries and blueberries on it.
A tv was against the wall opposite of the couch.
I looked to Chris. "Yours or your dad's?"
"Mine." He answered.
There was a doorway next to the couch covered by a curtain that suddenly opened.
Tara and Chase came from back there, looking definitely guilty of fucking in the jet.
Tara's lipstick was all smudged across her face. Her dress was wrinkled and her hair was messy, while Chase's fly was down and his shirt seemed to be on backwards.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" I asked them.
Tara snorted. "Awesome. This jet. Oh my god!" She squealed.
I chuckle. "I know. It's beautiful."
A woman cleared her throat.
We all turned to look to her.
"We're about to prepare for take off so I'm going to ask you to be seated until we're fully in the air."
We all agreed and took our seats, Chris sat across from me, and Tara sat behind me, and across from Chase.
I looked to Chris. My fear was rising again.
He gave me a reassuring nod. "It's okay." He mouthed.
I nodded my head and just shut my eyes.
On the PA, the pilot said we were getting ready for take off. So I just braced myself.
I closed my eyes and after about five minutes, the jet started to ride down the runway.
This was a terrible decision.
Fuck, I should have stayed home.
Too late now.
Oh my god, I'm feeling light headed, like I'm about to pass out.
I squeezed my eyes shut as it sped up. I knew we were about to go into the air. Lord, I know I don't call on you often, but please don't let us crash. Don't let us crash. Don't let us crash. I repeated the four words continuously in my head.
The jet then leaves the ground, tilting back, and it made me feel like I was being thrown back into my seat, and the same feeling an elevator gives me when its taking me up. Fuck, I'm going to piss my pants. There's no way I'm going to survive this flight.
"Fuck, Chris, I hate you."
He chuckles. "You'll get over it, princess. Give it some time. Just relax."
I took slow and deep breaths.
"You want to have a rich boyfriend, got to get use to travelling in a jet, baby." Chris says.
I flip him off before gripping the arm of the chair hard.
Once we were finally in the air, and the feeling of being light headed had ceased slightly, I lessened the grip on the arm and opened my eyes.
"More relaxed?" Chris asked.
"Hell no." I answered honestly.
He chuckled and shook his head.
Soon, a woman wearing a navy blue flight attendant's uniform served drinks.
I didn't want anything, neither did Chris but Tara and Wesley got champagne.
When she was gone, Chris stood up.
My eyes widened. "Sit down! You're going to fall." I said.
He shook his head. "You're so fucking paranoid, it's almost cute. Get up and come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"Bedroom." He said as he grabbed my hand.
I stood up and Chris looked to Chase. "You didn't do anything in the big bedroom, did you?" He asked.
Chase shook his head. "All yours."
I gave Tara a smile before Chris led me to the back of the jet.
We pushed pass the curtain that led to two rooms.
He pushed open the door of the left room and pulled me in.
The door closed by itself and I got onto the bed.
I crawled into the middle and turned around to face Chris. The comforter was very thick and warm. And the designs on it was black and gold.
The headboard was black iron and designed beautifully.
And admittedly, it looked like it was the type of bed made for sex.
Chris walked around the bed and his eyes stayed on mine.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm curious as to if I fucked you right now, would it get your mind off of flying."
"Think so?" He asked.
"Meaning, I would have to fuck you until you don't have the ability to think." He said studying me.
That sounds promising.
I reach back and pull my flip-flops off and throw them onto the floor.
I sat on my knees, keeping my eyes on him.
"This is a good moment to tell me a desire of yours."
"I haven't even thought about it." I said running my fingers through my blonde hair out of nervousness. "Why don't you tell me something you wanna do to me?" I asked.
"I wanna tie you up."
"That didn't take much thought."
He smiles. "It's a thought I had for months now."
My eyes went to the bed as I went deep in thought.
"Too much?" He asked.
I shook my head and meet his eyes. "No. I wanna try. Just don't get mad if I freak out or get too nervous."
"Summer, on a scale of one to ten, how much do you trust me? And I don't mean with your heart, I mean with your body."
"Eleven." I answered without hesitation.
"So trust that I won't hurt you."
"I know you won't. I just don't want to screw things up."
He shook his head. "You won't."
"How do you know?"
"Because everything you do makes me hard. That's how I know."
I smile, as my cheeks warm up a few degrees.
He stepped to the edge of the bed to the left of me. "Come here, and stay on your knees."
I did as he said and crawled to the edge of the bed and sat on my knees as I looked into his eyes.
"Stand up on your knees." He demanded.
I did as he said.
I loved when he was so dominant towards me.
We challenge one another but when it comes to sex, he seems to overrule me.
His hands lifted my shirt up and pulled it over my head, and off. He threw it on the bed and then pulled off my tank top underneath so now I was only in a pair of jean shorts, and my panties underneath.
His hand slowly stroked the length of my torso, and he slipped his hand into my jean shorts.
"Stand up on the bed and take these off." He demanded.
He took his hand out and I stood up. My eyes remained on his as I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped them, and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them and kicked them off the bed.
Chris's eyes explored my body as I stood there in no more than a pair of purple panties.
"Pull them down." He whispered.
I did as he said, and stood there. By now, I was pretty okay with being naked in front of him.
He stepped closer until he was right against the bed.
"What are you going to tie me up with?" I asked in a whisper.
He took a deep breath before his hand stroked my thigh slowly up, and then down. Then he met my eyes.
I chewed on my lip.
"I'll find something. Just lay down on the bed. I'll be back." He turned and gave me a glance before disappearing out of the room.
I sat down and then laid on the mountain of pillows laying on the bed.
I shut my eyes.
But I tried not think about the fact that I was in the air, because it'll make me panic.
So I just thought about how much desire I felt in the moment,
The more and more I thought about it, and thought about him, the wetter I got. My hand was suddenly down there, touching and feeling, and caressing my clit.
I felt light headed and butterflies about what I was doing. I never did it before, but now I was curious.
My breathing slowly got heavier with each stroke of my middle finger.
I opened my eyes and started to watch myself which made it even hotter but the second I heard footsteps, I stopped and placed my hand to my side.
Chris walks into the room, shuts the door back. "I don't have rope."
"It's a fantasy of yours and you were too stupid to forget the rope?" I asked.
He smiles and looks to the floor.
I shook my head.
"I have a belt." He said.
"That could work."
He nods and goes to his suit case. He unzips it, opens it, and pulls out a black leather belt.
His eyes slowly meet mine.
I give him a nod to show that I wanted it.
"Have you ever had a girl that wanted this?" I asked as he came over to the bed.
"That wanted me to tie them up? I had my fair share of girls that liked the rough play but I never tied them up. Just fucked them good and never spoke to them again."
"But you're doing it with me."
He nods. "I am. I'm interested in how it'll make us both feel."
He kneels onto the bed and climbs over my body to straddle me.
"Raise your arms over your head and keep your wrists together."
I rose my arms up, and made sure my wrists were touching.
He then wrapped the belt around two bars of the iron headboard, and then around my wrists and began enveloping the straps into the tie.
"Is it too tight?" He asked.
I shook my head.
He nods and then pulls back to admire his work. He smiles and then meets my eyes.
"God, I never thought in a million years, you'd be tied up and naked in my bed. But I always fantasized. Always." He whispers.
"You always knew we were going to be together?"
He shook his head. "No."
"You asked my brother for me when I was only fifteen?"
I could see his cheeks turn a bit red. "I was stupid for doing that. You were a minor, I was eighteen, and it would have been statutory rape. I wasn't thinking back then. But now you're old enough to really want this with me. I've been into you for three years, thinking it would eventually go away but it hasn't. And now I'm starting to think it never will."
My lips pull up at the corners. "I wanted you since I was fourteen."
I nod my head. "Fifteen is when I really started to feel it though. It was just a crush when I was fourteen. But at fifteen, I knew what sex was and I knew I wanted it with you. And then I thought, why would you want it with someone so young? Little did I know, you wanted it as bad as I did."
He lets out a deep breath. "I still do."
He gets off the bed and head back over to his suit case. "And by the way, I did think one thing through." He said.
He pulled out something that made me gasp. "Oh, fuck."
He chuckles. "I just wanna try, see how fast it makes you cum." He said opening the packet.
It was a purple vibrator.
"I thought just about every girl had some form of toy."
"I didn't need one." I said.
He opened it and then looked to me. "If you don't wanna, we do have to. I'll just fuck you while you tied up. That's all I wanna do anyway."
"We'll do the vibrator another night. I just want you." I whisper.
He nods and puts it back into the suit case. "And I want you."
I watch him as he starts to undress before my eyes, revealing his hard-on that's been there for a few minutes now.
He grabs a condom from the suit case, pulls it on, and then takes out the lube from the bag. He climbs in between my legs, opens the bottle and spread some onto his finger and rubs it inside of me.
I was soaked, so I felt maybe we didn't need it and since I handled his size more than once, I'd be okay, but he was just making sure, so I didn't mind.
"I think I want you blindfolded." He said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
He nods and then reaches over to grab my shirt from the floor. He makes it into a blinfold and I lift my head up and he ties it up so I can't see anything.
My sight is off, but when he began touching me, everything else changed. My feel was heightened by excitement, yet anxious of what he was going to do to me.
"Scared?" He whispers.
I nod my head. "But I like it." I whisper back.
I don't have to see him to know he has that smirk on his face.
I bit down on my lip and took deep breaths to calm myself down on the inside.
"Tell me what you want me to do. Right now. Summer, I'll do anything you tell me to."
Oh god. Anything?
There's so much.
But that can all come later once we're settled in Vegas. For right now, I just need to feel him fuck me.
I never thought I'd be this lustful for someone so cocky and arrogant, but I couldn't help it. I want who I want.
"Chris, I wanna feel you. Please?" I whisper.
After a few moments of silence, I felt his lips began to kiss down my stomach slowly.
I would love to just reach out and grab his hair. But I'm not able to.
His lips continue down until it reaches my clit, and he pauses. "Fuck, I love the way you smell." He whispers before his tongue licked around my clit, teasing me.
"Chris." I moan as he focuses on kissing, and licking my folds, going everywhere but where I need him to go.
He then stops. "Summer, I'm going to fuck you. You made me way too hard for me to linger on foreplay."
I nod my head, as a desperate moan left my lips.
Chris climbs back over my body, in between my legs and leaned down to kiss my neck. In the right spot that made this really warm feeling come out of me. I just fucking melt when he kisses my neck.
"Mmm…need you." I whisper.
"I fucking need you too, Summer." He whispers back to me before kissing my lips and positioning himself at my entrance.
His arms rested on either side of me and his body was warm on mine.
Without warning, he slams into me, not entering in slowly like before, but actually not holding back.
He slid in so easily, stretching me with his impressive member. My body felt so full, and I was ready to feel him take me like he did that night.
Chris began fucking me, his hips, going in the perfect rhythym as he gave me, long, and deep strokes.
His lips were on mine tasting me, and I tasted and explored his tongue. God, he tastes amazing. He always does.
He groans deep in my mouth and wraps my leg around his waist while he thrusts deeper in me, and it makes me cry out.
"That's it baby, let me hear you." He whispers.
I moan, and hiss as he continues fucking me hard, pinning me to the bed with his hips.
Oh god. I'm gonna cum.
I began panting out of desperation for a release and held onto the belt holding my hands together.
Chris began kissing down the valley between my breasts, before taking my nipple into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. My back arched, as I whimpered.
He kissed it and then lapped it up with his tongue.
I couldn't move. All I could do was feel it and it made my body squirm, getting me more and more excited.
Suddenly, I feel Chris unbinding my hands.
I didn't have time to ask why he was doing it. Within seconds, he had me in his lap, and was moving my hips as he slammed into me.
I grabbed onto his shoulders, crying and moaning as he hit my g-spot, making me wild and crazy.
I squeezed his shoulders to hold onto him, while he was pounding me into oblivion. I squeezed around him, making him groan loudly and take my lips between his.
My nails pierced his skin as I came hard around him. I kept my grip on his shoulders, as he tongue kissed me deep, not letting go.
He pumped into my body once more before he stilled, and his breathing became heavier as he came in the condom.
I held his body, massaging his tongue and sucking on it, as Chris pulls the blindfold from my eyes.
After a moment of us, with our tongues down one another's throat, he began to rise my body up, but just enough to grab his pants and pull out another condom.
He pulled the other one off, slipped on the next one, and slid me back down, making us both groan loudly out of ecstacy.
My body was still sensitive but I think we may spend the entire night fucking.
The next moment I woke up, I was laying on the bed, with Chris lying his head between my breasts.
I close my eyes before wiping them and opening them back up.
I ran my fingers through Chris's blond hair.
It smelled like fresh shampoo and hair products.
The bed was wet beneath me, but I know its because I came so many times about an hour ago. And I was sore as hell too. Thanks a lot, baby. But it was amazing sex, so I couldn't complain that much.
Over the PA, the pilot announced we'll be landing soon.
I sat up on my elbows and Chris moved his head up to meet my eyes. He looked so sexy when he was sleepy. And his hair was just a mess, but I liked it. "We're landing." I whispered.
He nodded. "Okay." He sat up, and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
He just looked so good, naked, and sleepy, and he smelled like a mixture of me, and himself. Oh my god. It was so damn overwhelming. I couldn't let him out of bed.
I pulled him down on top of me and began to kiss him, and tease him.
He lets out a deep groan. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" He whispered.
"I don't care," I said as I moved my fingers through his hair. I kissed his nose, his jaw, then his lips before whispering 'I don't care' to him again.
After spending about seven minutes tongue wrestling with one another, I got dressed in my clothes and Chris did too, and untied the belt from around the headboard, and packed it back up.
I made the bed back up, although those sheets need to be washed. The memory of our sex will never be removed from it regardless.
We brought our luggage to the front, and we were told to sit down in our seats by the flight attendent. So I did and fastened my belt.
"You two were in there for hours." Chase said.
"So, we keep this a secret from Liam, yeah?" He asked.
Chris slightly turned his head. "Yeah, at least for now. Let that slut make him happy enough so he doesn't mind me dating Summer."
"Okay. I'll keep my mouth shut." He says and fastens his belt also.
Tara was sitting behind me, asleep.
After about three minutes, I feel the plane going in a downward motion which made me feel like I was on a rollercoaster. I was damn happy to be back onto the ground, safe.
But I held onto the arm of the chair, and just waited for the wheels to hit the runway.
And when they did, I was relieved, and more excited to finally be entering Vegas.