J. Margot Critch - Forbidden Sins

“You aren’t yet. But you will be. Let’s go somewhere where I can do everything I want with you.”

Ellie nodded. “Good idea.”

Gabe took some bills from his wallet and threw them on the table to cover the cost of the champagne and tip. Ellie and Gabe stood and casually walked outside.

Gabe pressed his hand against Ellie’s lower back, leading her to the taxis waiting outside of the casino entrance, but on the horizon, something caught his attention. The High Roller, the giant observation Ferris wheel that had been added to the Las Vegas skyline a few years before. He had an idea. Just as bad an idea as he’d had within the confines of their cozy booth in the club—but one that would be even more fun.

“Where are we going?” Ellie asked, as they bypassed the waiting cars and crossed the street.

“I’ve got an idea.”

GABE TOOK ELLIE’S hand and, with a brisk pace, all but dragged Ellie toward the huge Ferris wheel that rose high into the sky. On her dangerously high heels, she could barely keep up with his long-legged stride. When they arrived at the ride, she looked up. Groups of probably ten to fifteen people boarded and gathered in each of the large observation pods, taking in the view of the lights of Las Vegas Boulevard with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces.

Ellie wondered why—when she was about to hike her skirt up a few minutes ago and have sex with him in a private booth—he would suddenly want to show her the view high above the Strip. There was a small lineup of groups waiting to get on but Gabe held back, waiting until the line dwindled. Ellie almost squealed when Gabe grabbed her ass. She looked up and saw the wicked grin that had perched upon his lips. And she knew exactly why Gabe had brought her there—what his intentions were.

When all the other groups had been escorted to their pods, they walked up to the attendant. Just like with the host at the club they’d visited, Gabe palmed a bill to the attendant. The man knew how to operate, to get what he wanted. “We’d appreciate it if we could ride alone,” he told the other man.

The attendant winked at Gabe. “I’ll see what I can do.”

They were escorted into an observation pod, and instead of bringing in another group, the attendant closed the door after them—ensuring that they were alone in the round pod, which had a maximum occupancy of forty people. The pod was large, luxurious and even featured a bar on one side. Go Big or Go Home was Vegas’s motto, it seemed.

The wheel continued on its way upward, and the lights inside the pod were dimmed, to allow its occupants to fully appreciate the nighttime Strip view. For a brief moment, she found herself drawn to the view. The lights of Sin City twinkled as she took in the Eiffel Tower, the beam atop the Luxor pyramid, the neon lights of the Flamingo... The crowds of people reveling in it. The energy of Las Vegas Boulevard was incredible, infectious, and it fed her.

But she forgot about all of that when Gabe came up behind her, cupping her hips with his large hands, watching the view over her shoulder.

“It’s incredible, right?”

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“I can’t believe I live here.”

“I’ve lived in this city almost my entire life. I’ve never seen it quite like this.”

She turned in his arms, forgetting the outside view and focusing on the one inside the pod. “How long do we have in here?”

“A half hour or so,” he told her, his lips grazing her neck. “Still not enough time,” he whispered against her skin.

She shivered under his touch, and smoothed her hands over his chest. “Well, we’d better get down to business, then,” she said, pushing him backward until he landed heavily on the cushioned bench that stretched along the opposite side of the pod. Reminiscent of how they’d kissed in the booth, she mounted his lap, bracing her thighs on either side of his. Tugging on the front of his shirt, it was her turn to kiss him. And she did so, using more roughness than she needed to. She couldn’t get enough of Gabe. His full lips, his insistent tongue.

He gripped her thighs and ventured upward underneath her skirt, and when his hands found her ass, he cupped her, his fingers digging hard into her flesh. But still, he pulled his mouth away. “Goddammit,” he muttered, throwing his head against the back of the bench.

“What is it?”

“I don’t have a condom.” His chest heaved with what she imagined was frustration.

“Is that all?” She asked. “It’s okay.” She dismounted from his lap to fetch her purse. Reaching inside, she pulled out the condom she’d put in her makeup bag and resumed her position, straddling his thighs. “I’ve got you covered. Literally.”

The relief on his face was obvious as she moved in to kiss him again. He plucked the condom packet from her fingers as his lips trailed across her jaw and down her throat.

He went to her again, taking her face in his hands, kissing her sweet lips, tasting her champagne-flavored tongue. “This isn’t very romantic,” he said, between kisses.

“Are you kidding?” she breathed. “Look at the view. It’s incredibly romantic.”

“What view?” he asked. “All I can see is you. You deserve better than a quick fuck in a tourist attraction.”

“Don’t worry about me. Right here with you. This is exactly where I want to be.”

His hands skimmed over her skin. “Next time, I’m going to take my time with you. So I can explore every inch of your body.”

Ellie looked forward to that. Those were nice words. But she wouldn’t count on another round with Gabe. This was a one-night stand and she knew it. So she focused on the present, and having Gabe for the next thirty minutes or so. She covered his mouth again with her own for another scorching kiss, before it was time to get down to business.

“Oh Christ,” Gabe whispered against her. Her fingers made quick work of his belt and the button on his pants. She unzipped him, and reached into his boxer briefs to his cock. He was so hard. So thick. She wanted to fall to the floor between his knees and taste him, but there wasn’t time for that. She wanted him inside of her more than anything.

Ellie plucked the condom back from his fingers, opened it and rolled the latex over his length. At her touch, he closed his eyes, wincing. He was so hard, and she was ready for him. She thought she might burst if she didn’t feel him inside of her. Gabe pushed up the short skirt of her dress, and thankfully she’d skipped panties when she’d dressed for the evening, because there was now no barrier between her and Gabe. She held him by his base, and guided herself down over him.

Ellie exhaled as he filled her, and she shuddered against him. She rose again, withdrawing almost all of his length from her, before lowering and taking all of him again. With his fingers digging into her waist, he guided her as she bounced in his lap.

The lights of the Strip danced in her periphery, but all she could see was Gabe, and she was only somewhat aware of the glass on either side of her. “Can people see us?” she asked, through heavy breaths.

“We’re pretty obscured right where we are,” he told her. Pulling down the top of her dress, taking her bra with it, he exposed her breasts. He bent over, taking advantage, and took one beaded nipple into his mouth, as he pinched the other between two fingers. Ellie yelled out and arched her back, pushing her chest against him. Gabe took the lead and, pushing up with his hips and holding her aloft, he pumped into her, again and again.

Ellie felt her heart rate ratchet higher, and heard the hitch in his breath. She was close, and she could tell from the way that he clutched her, how his fingers dug into her waist, that he was, too. He turned her attention to the view, which slowly descended toward the earth. They didn’t have much time. But they didn’t need much more. Wrapping her arms around Gabe’s shoulder, Ellie felt the beautiful crescendo of her climax, and she screamed out her release. Gabe released her waist and about growled against her shoulder, as his body tensed, and then loosened. He lifted his head and looked at her. They locked eyes, their connection fierce and unbreakable.