He groaned at that as his hands dug even more into my hips and I had to smirk to myself. Oh, this was going to be fun for the both of us, no doubt. With that, I turned around, his arm wrapped around my waist. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes and took a chance, slipping my arm around him and sliding my hand into his back pocket, making sure to cup his ass, which brought a grin to his lips.
"You know, Theresa that is a pretty big sign of possession there."
"Do you really mind, Howie?"
"Nope. I rather enjoy it." He tossed a wink my way and I gave him the biggest grin. "What would you like to try first?"
"Let's take it easy, how about some slots, handsome?" His eyes danced at my answer. I wasn't any type of seductress by nature, but I had my ways of thinking and of playing. I really did have full intentions of teasing and tormenting us both. And full intentions of both of us seeing stars by the morning light.
I walked over to the machine with my arm around him and sat down, Howie pulling up a chair alongside mine. I grabbed a bill and slipped it in, each of us taking turns in playing. And after a few spins, I started letting my hand touch his as I pushed the button for my spin. Or I would reach over to grab the lever, my body having contact with his. And by the gaze I saw rolling through his eyes, I knew the play was starting.
I turned in the chair, trying to look for the waitress, making the way the vest moved that it would expose just a little more of a boob. After all, eyeing of the goods but not being able to play was such an enticing deal. He cleared his throat and I turned back around, pouting slightly. He lifted a brow and I shrugged.
"Wouldn't you like a drink? I was looking for the waitress." He leaned against my side and moved his lips to my ear.
"I believe you were doing more than that. You know you are about ready to pop out." This time he shifted and moved so his arm was brushing my chest as he reached across to change the bet. I inhaled sharply and felt my nipples tense up at the tease. Whose bright fucking idea was it not to wear a bra? I bit my lip and watched as he smiled.
"Did you want to play something else?" I asked him as I crossed my legs at the same moment that Howie 'accidently' rested his hand there, trapping it. There was no doubt you couldn't feel the heat off my center, and his hand was easily on my upper thigh. He glanced at me, shifted his hand slightly and brushed my core, causing a shudder to race down my spine.
"I think we can switch it up. Craps?" I nodded and uncrossed my legs, standing up and waiting for him. We both walked to the table but his hand wasn't on my waist, it was now holding onto my ass. And with his strong fingers, that felt good! He placed some money down for some chips and then took the dice and eyed me. "Blow on them for good luck?"
"Just blow on THEM?" I whispered for him to hear, "or blow them?" I pushed my lips together and blew on them, causing him to groan. As he tossed the dice he pulled me closer and moved to my ear, lightly tugging on the lobe.
"Oh, I promise, there will be other kinds of blowing." I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and rested my other hand on his chest.
"On each end and on many body parts; tips, nubs…"
"Don't forget the sucking." I closed my eyes and had to shift. Howie smirked and then slapped my ass lightly, getting the dice again. I blew on them again and he tossed them, yet again winning. I took a quick selfie of us and put my phone away, this time, grabbing his hand and blew. We repeated that a few more times before we went to the roulette table. He handed me some chips and stood behind me, his hand resting on my hips. He pushed against me so he could watch the ball and I felt his hardness cradled by my ass and bit my lip to keep from groaning. He kissed my neck as we won and quickly nipped there.
"Your ass feels so good pressed against my hard on," he growled in my ear. I pushed even more against him and moved back and forth as I stretched to put my chips down.
"Now, imagine taking me from behind, watching as you pound away," I whispered against his lips as I leaned back against his chest, one arm wrapped around his neck. He quickly captured my lips and from the harshness of it, I knew he was close to exploding. Well, fuck, so was I! We finally broke apart as the man said we won again. We pushed, teased and tormented each other another few more spins before we moved to the blackjack table. He sat down and moved me to sit on his lap. Fuck, like this, I almost wished I had worn a dress so I could slip that raging hard on inside my overheated center.
I shifted in his lap and heard his moan, his hand flexing on my hip. Oh, was my moving causing more problems? How mean of me. I smirked and this time rotated my hips, feeling him straining even more against me. His arm snaked fully around my waist and pulled me hard into his chest as his breath fanned over my neck. Lord have mercy, how I wanted to kiss this man. But there were a couple things that they were allowing and full on make out sessions was not one of them, unless it was more above decks.
I watched Howie's hand as he kept winning hand after hand. And every time he did, I would shift, making sure that I was pushing down hard on him. God damn, did he feel good. And by the way he was pushing up against me; I knew he knew how to really work those hips. I watched his face as he won the last hand and threw his cards on the table.
"Fuck this," he said and picked me up, swinging my legs up and marched to the elevator, bridal style. He waited impatiently for the doors to open, and once they did, and once we were in, his lips pressed against mine as he pushed me against the wall, hard. And fuck me; I enjoyed that so much more. I was dying inside to feel him and by his member pushing against me, straining against his pants, I could tell he felt the same. 'Time to see those stars,' I thought as the doors opened and we fumbled the way to my room.