Vegas With Dad's Best Friend
Oh, god, it feels so good. I had no idea something could feel like this. Everything else fades away – the fact that we’re in an almost public place, the music, even the fact that we’re in Vegas. I forget everything and lose myself in this feeling that keeps driving me wilder and wilder, my back arching and my hips bucking, my head thrown back on the velvet seat, unable to stop the moaning and panting coming out of my mouth. I feel something building inside of me, something beautiful and strong and joyous, and before I can even hold onto anything I…
I feel it wash over me, the pleasure that seems to spark in every single pore of my body, making me twitch and gasp and cry out, soaked in ecstasy from head to toe.
Chapter Fifteen
Jonas
I can’t help but grin as I watch Savannah come down from her high, the afterglow suffusing her face with softness as she recovers. I have a front-row seat, and I love every moment, seeing how much pleasure I was able to give her.
“How was that?” I ask her, sliding her panties back up her legs to help her cover. I already know the answer, but I just want to hear it from her.
“It was amazing,” she says, coming back to herself enough to smooth down her hair and adjust her panties back into place. “Oh, my god. I can’t believe we just did that. Here.”
“I know,” I grin. I lean in and kiss her again, full and lazy, and linger for a moment before pulling back. “We should probably get out of here before the dealer comes back.”
“Yes. Wow. Yes, we should,” Savannah says, clearly a little dazed still.
“Can you walk?” I tease her, getting to my feet and offering her my hand.
“I actually don’t know,” she teases, but when she takes my hand and stands, she only wobbles a little. She takes a deep breath and we walk forward, her arm tucked carefully in the crook of my elbow so I can offer her as much support as she needs while I brush the curtain out of the way.
Outside, it’s like walking into a different world. It’s hard to believe we were separated by only a short distance and heavy fabric from this mayhem of the casino. There is noise everywhere, flashing lights on slot machines, people talking and cheering, music, and all the rest of it. I can suddenly see what Savannah means about it being a bit of an overload. I’m used to Las Vegas, but when you take yourself out of it for a moment into deep isolation, it can be a lot to return to.
Especially as I feel like my entire life may have just seismically shifted since we stepped away.
“What do say we go to another casino?” I ask. “We can play a few games for real this time.”
“In another VIP room?” Savannah asks. I glance at her and I’m sure her eyes are almost boggling at the thought.
“Maybe not,” I say, leaning close to plant a whisper and also a kiss by her ear. “I don’t know if I could keep my hands off you a second time.”
She blushes pink and smiles so wide I think her face might split, which puts me in more than a good enough mood for the rest of the day. I’m sure now. I promised myself that I would make her mine, and it’s already happening. Before the end of the week, she will belong to me – and she doesn’t even quite know it yet.
I lead her to another casino not far down the strip, and we head inside to an area that is a little less busy than normal. There are casinos on the strip that are more popular than others, and some of them are more popular with the serious players and the locals while others attract the attention of the tourists. Knowing which one is which makes all the difference to the experience.
Here, Savannah doesn't seem quite so lost in all the noise and the lights and the strange and dizzy atmosphere of the casino. They build these things to make sure you stay inside for days, never quite knowing whether it's night or day, never knowing how long you've been inside. And if you try to leave, you find yourself walking past a lot of other tempting games that make you want to stay.
I know my way around all of these places. I lead her to a few tables, and we play a few rounds of blackjack just for fun. Savannah is full of glee when we win, insisting on staying for an extra couple of hands just to play out the winnings until those chips are gone.
Next, we head over to the slot machines. Each of them has its own specific theme, some of them have bigger jackpots than others, and some of them are linked to other casinos and other slot machines all around the world. Those are usually the most exciting, but they also carry a lot of risks. Not only that but there's usually a lot of people waiting to try them. I take Savannah to one of the quieter areas of the slot zone, where I know we can play a game or two without having to put up with so much ruckus.