Blindfolded Innocence (30 page)

"I don't know what to do with you," he finally gasped, his voice gruff.
 
He moved forward, pressing his hard body to me, and I felt his dick twitch against my leg.
 

"What do you mean?!
 
I want you, I need you to fuck me," I gasped, my voice jagged with need.

"I can't.
 
You're too…you'll be too attached.
 
I'm not a boyfriend, Julia."

"I don't want a damn boyfriend.
 
I want a cock. Your cock right now.
 
Put it in me and fuck me."
 
I had steely determination in my voice and glared at him with eyes of fire.
 

His eyes grew dark with desire, and he kept one hand on the back of my neck, moved the other one down to play with my pussy.
 
He put two fingers in me and I gasped, then grinded softly against his fingers.
 
My eyes shut in silent ecstasy and I bit my bottom lip.
 
"I thought you were a good girl," he whispered in my ear.
 
"Didn’t fuck unless you're in love."

I shook my head quickly, back and forth.
 
"I changed my mind.
 
Yesterday.
 
Earlier.
 
I want you, I need you."
 
my voice now pleading.

"I can't be what you want.
 
You know that?"
 
he asked, his voice rasping in my ear, his fingers moving faster and faster in my wet pussy, building my need.

"I don't want anything from you.
 
I just need your cock.
 
in me.
 
now."
 
My voice was coming in gasps now, my legs getting weak with the intensity building between them.
 
My eyes rolled back and I started to sink, my legs jell-o.
 
He pulled out his fingers, and my eyes flew open.
 
"No - don't stop, I was just about to-"

He spun my around so that I was facing the body jets and turned them all on full force.
 
I gasped, the initial water cold, but then it turned hot, three separate jets spraying my tits, stomach, and pussy.
 
Brad turned the bottom jet until it sprayed strong, the highest intensity.
 
"Spread your legs," he said gruffly.
 
I obeyed, placing my legs how he wanted, then arched my body when the water hit me in just the right spot.
 
Oh my god.
 
The strong stream felt amazing, vibrating my clit and spreading pleasure throughout my body.
 
Brad groaned behind me, and ran his hands underneath my body, brushing my nipples, then traveling down and making sure that the spray was hitting me where it should.
 
I wasn't expecting his dick when it happened, a huge girth pressing insistently on my wet pussy.
 
He forced it in, fast and quick, and I called out, in pain and surprise.
 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, " he whispered, holding my body against his, his arm holding me close and grabbing a breast, his voice in my ear.
 

"I'm not." I gasped, my body beginning to adjust to his size.
 
He was so hard, so thick, so… everywhere inside of me.
 
For the first time in my life I felt full - felt him in every wall, muscle, nerve in my pussy.
 
He moved slowly, in and out, then faster.
 
Squeezing my breast, he drilled himself into me, and I arched, fucking him back.
 
The water spray continued on my clit, and I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, the crescendo in my head and body growing.
 
I started screaming, letting out every pent-in emotion I had, telling him to fuck me harder, and longer, and telling him how much I loved his big cock. My words ran together until finally I exploded, in a big long "AHHHHH!" my legs shaking and my pussy pulsing, the pleasure bursting, over and over again, in sweet blinding earth shattering release.
   
He slowed his strokes, stretching my orgasm out, until it was gone.
 
He held me up when I collapsed again him, and he turned me, his cock falling out, and held me to him.
 
My eyes focused and I frowned at him.
 
"Did you…?"

He smiled and kissed me.
 
"No."
 

"Then why are we…?"

"I wasn't fucking you for me.
 
Besides, I was stupid.
 
I shouldn't have been in you without a condom.
 
I got caught up in the moment and wasn't prepared.
 
Are you okay?"

I frowned at him.
 
"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I didn't know if you regretted it."

I blew a wet strand away from my face.
 
"I'm not one of those girls, Brad.
  
I needed you just now, more than I've every needed anyone, and I wanted you to fuck me.
 
Which you did - very well by the way, thank you."
 
I kissed him merrily on the face and turned, grabbing the body scrub and squeezing a generous amount onto my palms and working it into foam.
 
I turned around, my hands now Island Tropic Berry.
 
"Now, want me to wash your back?"

---

For breakfast, we decided to go to the Buffet downstairs.
 
I dressed casually, in ripped up jeans, a white tank, and leather flip-flops.
 
The buffet was huge, and I unintentionally piled my plate high just by grabbing a little bit of everything.
 
We sat in a plastic booth and I grinned through a mouthful of pancakes at Brad.
 

"Whaart?" he said, his mouth full as well.
 

"It's just funny.
 
You and me at an all you can eat buffet in Vegas, stuffing our faces after you just boned me in the shower.
 
You know Broward would have a heart attack right now if he knew what we were doing."

"I don't think pancakes are outlawed in the corporate handbook."

I stuck my tongue out at him and grinned.
 
"So," I said, spearing a lone strawberry and dipping it in yogurt, "can I go on your super secret mission or what?"

"You just want to go to find out what it is.
 
It's really not that exciting."

"Then tell me what the errand is; then I'll decide if I want to go."

"I'm going to visit an old friend of mine.
 
She lives in Boulder City, about a half hour drive east of Las Vegas. "

"An ex-girlfriend?"

"No… I do have female friends that I don't sleep with."

I snorted.
 
"Likely."

"Do you want to come or not?"

"Will the… friend mind if I come?"

He smiled.
 
"I think she can hold her jealousy in check for your visit."

"Do you mind if I come?
 
I feel like I'm forcing myself on you."

"No.
 
If you come I have a side trip we can take.
 
Though you are a pain in the ass, I wouldn't mind your company for just a bit longer."

"Fine.
 
Then I'm coming.
 
I'm getting a little sick of the…" I waved my hand to encompass all that Bellagio was.

"Luxury?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah.
 
Luxury.
 
Thanks for the help."

"No problem."

CHAPTER
24

One hour later we were standing next to a brand new Dodge Viper.
 
At some type of a Hertz on crack, the rental dealership had a collection of Vipers, Ferraris, and Lambos, as well as the more-refined Bentleys and Rolls.
 
I guess "Tiffany" had gone on the lower price point and set Brad up with the Viper.
 
It was bright blue, a convertible, and as ostentatious and sexy as they get.

"You’re driving this?
 
I was thinking we'd be in, you know, a four-door Mercedes or something.
 
Is this even street legal?"

"I'm driving this.
 
You're driving that."
 
He pointed over my shoulder and I spun, seeing an identical red clone.
 
"It's stick-shift.
 
Will that be a problem?"

I turned and looked back at him coolly, at least with my best impression of coolly.
 
"Not unless you can't keep up."

He laughed and banged the top of the car with his hand, eliciting something close to a gasp from the salesman.
 
"Your on baby."

An employee showed me the basic schematics of the car.
 
There wasn't much to show - the car was built for one thing - speed.
 
Other than basic A/C and what looked like an impressive sound system, all he really had to show me what how to operate the top.
 
We went ahead and put it down.
 
It seemed way too complicated, and I didn’t want to break anything in the next four hours.

"Any last questions?" the man asked, handing me the keys.

"Does it have a radar detector?" I asked innocently.

The pain in his eyes answered my question.

---

I pulled up next to Brad, my eyes flashing in excitement.
 

"You sure you want to miss out on riding with me?
 
You look a little glum." he asked sarcastically.

I sighed dramatically.
 
"It's going to be really tough, but I'm going to try and suffer through."
 

"Alright then.
 
Follow me out of the city.
 
If we get separated, stay on 515 till we get to Boulder City.
 
There is a Taco Bell right in the city limits - meet me there."

"Got it."
 
I gave him a thumbs up and revved my engine.
 
He shook his head at me and pulled out.

We took a left out of the dealership and came to an almost immediate stop at a light.
 
The engine roared, even at a standstill.
 
I massaged the pedals and prepared myself to start.
 
My start was a little rough, I gave it too much gas and the engine revved high.
 
Better than a stall
.
 
I worked my ways through the gears as we drove through the city, getting used to the feel of the car.
 
Finally, Brad got in the turn lane for the highway and we merged into the fast-moving traffic.
 
Opening up the car felt similar to taking off.
 
I cranked up the radio and was doing eighty before I could blink, and was still in third gear!
 
I up shifted and felt the car comfortably cruise.
 
We behaved, never crossing over 100, but zigzagging past cars like they were sitting still.
 
Three songs later, we were slowing and pulling over to a Taco Bell.
 
I frowned, not ready to be at the destination yet.
 
I pulled up next to Brad and turned down the radio.