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Authors: Ashley Harma

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Licking her lips, she grasped him by the root, moving her mouth and hand together as she worked him over, making sure her tongue and teeth slid over him too.

Blaze tossed his head back, allowing Noelle to have her way with him. Noelle moved faster, feeling him harden further in her mouth. She knew he was getting close, and then Blaze grabbed her head, holding her tightly by her hair so she wasn’t able to move.

A small sound escaped Noelle’s lips; Blaze was entirely in control now. Bucking his hips, he began to thrust himself into her, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. Noelle held her mouth open, letting Blaze use her, and she found herself squeezing at her own breasts.

A guttural sound ripped from Blaze’s throat, and Noelle felt him jerk inside her mouth before he exploded, spilling warmly into her mouth. He pushed himself deep into her throat, and Noelle felt him run down inside her. Once he was finished, he pulled out just a bit, still resting inside her. Noelle sucked at him, making sure he was drained of every drop, relishing the way he groaned and repeated her name.

Finally, he pulled out and sank backwards onto the bed, his eyes closed. Noelle wiped at her mouth, and gingerly got up from her knees and lay beside him.

It was surreal to be lying naked next to a man other than Todd, but the more Noelle gave herself over to this dangerous stranger, the more distant Todd felt.

That was more than okay with her.

She liked who she was in the bedroom with Blaze; she was nothing like herself.

“What are you thinking?” Blaze asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

Noelle blushed. “Nothing.”

“Something.”

“It really doesn’t matter. Just thinking about all the changes I’ve gone through in the past few days.”

“And fucking me is one of those so-called changes?”

The word
fucking
made Noelle squirm, but she tried to play it off.

“Yes, that would be one of them.”

“And helping to rob a casino?”

“Please,” Noelle pleaded, “I can’t even think about that.”

“Then let’s not think,” Blaze said, grabbing something off the dresser and suddenly rolling on top of her.

Noelle shrieked with surprise and happiness, spreading her legs so Blaze easily fit over her body. He started with his mouth against her neck, kissing her softly.

“I’m going to fuck you every which way,” he promised, his voice soft yet threatening. He pushed himself back up to his knees, and Noelle saw that he had a condom in his hands. He tore the foil open and quickly rolled it down over his growing erection. He sank back between her legs, running his fingers through her wetness.

“Mmm, just right,” he praised. Taking himself by the base, he gently guided himself inside of Noelle.

As his tip first entered her, Noelle let out a soft moan. She stretched wide for him, taking all of his girth as he pushed snugly within her. He was thicker and longer than she had realized, and she cried out as he continued to stretch her.

Once he was finally inside her, Blaze waited a moment, rolling his hips so Noelle had the full effect of him. Then, without warning, he withdrew, and suddenly slammed back into her, making her scream.

Never had she felt a man so deep within her and with each powerful thrust, Noelle felt Blaze leave his mark on her and in her. He changed his pace, pulsing inside her with short, teasing thrusts, before thrusting deep within her so that she cried out.

Every cell of Noelle’s being was focused on Blaze and what he was doing to her. She wasn’t really surprised when he suddenly pulled out, and tugged her to the edge of the bed, as she had come to expect shocks and surprises from him.

“Bend over the bed,” he said gruffly. Noelle barely had time to follow his instructions, before Blaze was against her, pushing into her from behind.

“Argh!” Noelle cried out from the change in sensation. She didn’t think it was possible, but it felt as if Blaze was entering her even more deeply than before. His body slapped against her with each thrust, and he reached one hand around the front of her to rub her hot spot in small, circular motions.

Noelle’s breasts bounced as she leaned across the bed, and Blaze entered her with such force that she wasn’t able to hold her own weight and she sank down onto the mattress as Blaze continued to plunge into her. He moved his hands to her hair, pulling it just enough so that Noelle was rendered powerless. Instead of feeling frightened, she melted, giving herself in to his dominance.

As if she were a rag doll, Blaze flipped her over onto her back, and grasped each of her legs before hoisting them up onto his shoulders. He grunted as he entered her, looking down so he could watch himself push into her.

Noelle had never felt more wanton in her life, and she clutched at the sheets behind her, squeezing her eyes shut as she cried out each time Blaze entered her.

“I. Want. You. To. Be. Sore. Tomorrow,” Blaze panted between thrusts. “Every time you move, I want you to think of me. Think of how I fucked you.”

“Yes!” she agreed, breathless. How could she ever forget this? How could she ever forget Blaze? She had never felt more sexually free and fulfilled in her entire life.

With hungry eyes, she watched Blaze’s powerful body moved against her, his cock sinking into her again and again. Her eyes traced the lines of the ink that ran across his chest, and she realized how beautiful he truly was.

Blaze reached down to her sex, rubbing her in quick circular motions, and Noelle moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm coming on.

“Come for me,” Blaze growled and Noelle knew she would.

Blaze drove deeper into her, and with every thrust Noelle was closer to exploding. When she could no longer handle the pleasure, she let her head fall back against the bed, and allowed the orgasm to sweep her away.

Her cries filled the room, and she heard Blaze yell with pleasure as he watched her. Her body shook beyond her control, and she spiraled faster and faster until she could focus on nothing but the pulsing energy inside of her. Blaze was moving faster and more frantically within her. She looked down to see him pull out, tear off the condom and then let out a harsh moan as he spilled his warm fluid across her belly.

Noelle moaned softly as she watched Blaze experience his own orgasm, his body shuddering before he collapsed on the bed beside Noelle. He kept his eyes closed and she watched as his heaving chest gradually return to normal.

Blaze finally opened his eyes and looked at her. For just an instant, she thought she saw something vulnerable there, something Noelle hadn’t noticed before. And then it was gone.

“I suppose you’ll want to shower,” he said, nodding towards her stomach.

Surprised by the strange remark, Noelle nodded dumbly.

Blaze slid off the bed, pulling his jeans back on.

“You aren’t going to shower, too?” she asked, sitting up gingerly. She almost felt hurt by Blaze pushing her into the shower right away, but she made an effort to ignore the feeling. That was not “Vegas Noelle.” Vegas Noelle would never feel that way. Vegas Noelle
fucked
random, sexy strangers and enjoyed it.

Blaze shook his head. “I told your friends that I would have you home by sunrise. I’m afraid if I got in the shower with you that I might never let you leave here.” He smiled his devilish smile.

Feeling better, Noelle made her way into the bathroom, feeling his ejaculate beginning to dry on her stomach. She stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her. First she cleaned off her stomach, and then, borrowing his soap, scrubbed the rest of her body. She didn’t have time to wash her hair, and figured she would do that back at her suite.

She emerged in a towel, and she felt pleased when she saw Blaze look at her appreciatively.

“You are so sexy,” he said, coming up to her and gently kissing her jaw, before kissing her lips.

Letting go of the towel, Noelle wrapped her arms around Blaze, kissing him back. The towel fell to the floor and she heard Blaze hiss through his teeth.

“You’re teasing me,” he accused.

“Maybe,” she said coyly, trying out her new persona.

Blaze gave her behind a light smack.

“Get dressed. I don’t like to go back on my word, and we need to get out of here soon. And I need you to wear the clothes I laid out on the bed. You can’t be seen in last night’s clothes.”

Noelle hadn’t thought about that and she eyed the outfit on the bed. It was a pair of mesh shorts, flip-flops and a green tank top. She was about to complain about her dress and heels having being expensive, but then remembered that she had just made two hundred thousand dollars.

She kept her mouth shut.

She hurriedly got dressed, stuffing the envelope with her cash into her bag. Once she was dressed, Blaze motioned for her to follow him; he was wearing a baseball cap low over his eyes.

He led her into the hallway, and Noelle shrank against him, unsure of what she might encounter now that they were out of the comfort of his room. They made their way back toward the main room, but not before passing a number of the gang members stumbling in the hallway, while drunken women in tight, cheap clothes followed behind them.

Blaze pulled her closer.

“I’m sorry,” he said tightly.

“For what?”

“For what you’re seeing. Sometimes I hate this place.” His mouth was a tight line, and Noelle felt like he just shared a small part of himself that he didn’t normally let others see.

She squeezed his hand. “It’s alright.”

“I’m not like them,” he said defensively.

“I never said you were.”

That seemed to get through to Blaze, and he nodded as he continued to lead her down the winding hallways. Finally they reached the main room, and even though Noelle had seen the raucous scene earlier, she was not prepared for what she saw this time.

The scent of booze hung heavy in the room, and it was obvious that the whole gang had partied all night. Men and women alike were passed out on the couches, many of them only partially dressed, and a few completely nude.

Embarrassed, Noelle turned her head away from a group of three who were completely naked and sprawled out across a couch, both of the women with their heads near the man’s groin.

“As you can see it’s been a wild night.” There was no trace of a smile or humor in Blaze’s voice. If anything, he seemed ashamed.

As Noelle looked closer, she saw lines of coke on some of the tables, and a few members were still snorting it. In the corner, a group of men were smoking a joint.

“Hey Blazey,” slurred a man, his hair shorter than the others. He also seemed more groomed than the others. “Aren’t you going to share that sweet little piece of ass who helped us tonight?”

Noelle realized that he must have been one of the other men in the high roller room. As she studied him, he seemed to look somewhat familiar.

“She’s not up for sharing,” Blaze spit, and the man looked surprised.

“Oh! Touchy!” he laughed, “I guess the rules don’t apply to her.”

Noelle wondered what the hell the rules were that everyone kept talking about.

“No they don’t. She was just the hostage tonight, nothing else.”

The other man looked Noelle over, his eyes roaming over her in a way that made her want to cover up and shrink away.

The man let out a laugh. “Yeah, don’t tell me that you didn’t fuck her. I can see it written all over her face,” he came closer to Noelle, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Everyone says that Blaze is so good in the sack,” he slurred, “but you come to me if you want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”

Blaze punched him so fast, that Noelle didn’t even realize what had happened at first. One second the man was in her face and the next second he was sprawled out on the floor.

It was only when Noelle saw Blaze shaking out his hand that she realized he punched him.

“Oh my God!” she cried.

“Let’s get out of here,” Blaze said, grabbing her hand and pulling her.

“What the fuck?” yelled some woman with stringy brown hair and smeared makeup. She lunged toward Blaze, but he moved out of the way, and she stumbled past him.

Noelle turned to look behind her and saw the woman crouched down on her knees, helping the other man up. She noticed an old, blurred tattoo of the Widowmakers MC logo across the woman's meaty upper back, exposed by her filthy tube top.

“Scum,” Blaze muttered as he yanked Noelle towards the door. “Shit,” he suddenly exclaimed, “I need to cover your eyes!”

“What?”

“I need to cover your eyes because you can’t see the building or where we are. Rules.” He looked around wildly. “What can I use?”

“I’ll just close my freaking eyes, alright? Can we please go?” Noelle had seen enough for one night, enough for a lifetime actually.

“Fine. Just – just keep them closed until I tell you that you can open them.”

“Deal.” She closed her eyes and allowed Blaze to pull her through the door and out into the desert air.

“Talk to
no one
about this,” he warned, “Not even your friends. If the cops somehow find you, tell them that you were kidnapped and held hostage. Just say that you were kept in what appeared to be a cell, and then you were dropped back off at your hotel. And you were blindfolded the entire time. You never saw your captors.”

“Are cops going to come after me?” she asked, terrified, as Blaze helped her onto a motorcycle.

“I don’t think so. I can’t imagine that they would figure it out, but you never know. I hope the money helps you.”

Noelle didn’t know what to say; “thank you” didn’t seem appropriate. It didn’t matter anyway, because the motorcycle roared to life and then they were flying down a highway.

The journey seemed much shorter this time, but maybe because Noelle knew what to expect and she didn’t fear for her life. She clung to Blaze, and she couldn’t help but think about the night that they shared. She had loved being another person with him, but she could feel that pretend person slipping away as they made their way closer to Caesar’s. Soon enough she would be the old Noelle again.

Well maybe not the “old” Noelle, the one who loved Todd and thought she would spend the rest of her life with him, but maybe just a “newer” Noelle, one that now had two-hundred thousand dollars to help out with her financial problems.

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