Gianna gets a gold star.
I smiled lazily at him. “For me, too.”
He laughed arrogantly, probably proud he was my first. I was glad I had no one to compare him to. It made being with him all the more special.
He pulled out and wrapped me in his arms, draping one leg over mine as he covered us with the bedding. “You better get some rest, Gianna, because I may be waking you up in the middle of the night for round two.”
I dozed off, but woke up soon after when I felt him unwrap himself from around me. He came back a minute later with a wet washcloth. I opened my eyes to see him drawing back the blanket to gently clean up between my legs. Closing my eyes with a sigh, I fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
“Love is a friendship set to music.”
-Joseph Campbell
REWIND - CHAPTER TWO FROM CALEB’S PERSPECTIVE
CALEB
Gianna and I left our hotel and took a taxi to the Palms Casino to check out club Rain. I’d been to Vegas a couple times, but never to this particular club. It was supposed to be pretty hot.
Tonight would be interesting, given our little game of who would beg first. Stay strong, I told myself. I didn’t want to look like a freaking loser, begging my girlfriend for sex.
Once we were in the club, we went to the bar first. I got a beer for myself and a Long Island Iced Tea for Gianna. Girls always loved that drink.
I finished my beer and waited patiently while Gianna drank the last of her drink. It was time to see my girl shake it on the dance floor. I grabbed Gianna’s hand and led her through the thick crowd. I made sure to throw warning looks at any guys who checked her out. Guys always thought being at a club where girls wore skimpy clothing gave them a license to act like pervs.
I was eager to finally have sex with her. My dry spell would be coming to an end tonight. Staking my claim was how I saw it. I’d try to be as romantic as I could about it. But like Gianna always pointed out, I was no expert at hearts and flowers. God, I didn’t want to mess this up. If I played my cards right, I’d have Gianna begging before, during and after. All of my manwhore experience would finally be put to good use.
Damn, though, I was nervous about it being her first time. It almost always hurt the first time for virgins. One of the many reasons I’d sworn to steer clear of them. The bad experiences were legendary. I shuddered at the thought of Gianna’s first time being anything but pleasurable.
The DJ changed the track to a hip hop song, giving Gianna the excuse to rub herself up on me. Not that I was complaining. Gianna’s hand brushed against my hardness and I couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or not. I was horny as hell. Grabbing onto her hips, I pulled her body closer to mine.
We danced for awhile before going back to the bar to get more drinks. Finding a spot by a railing, we managed to drink them without getting bumped into by people. The place had to be filled to maximum capacity.
I was almost done with my beer when Gianna leaned over to shout in my ear, “Don’t get too drunk! I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you later tonight!”
Not likely.
I laughed at her comment and gave her the kind of look that let her know just how impossible it would be for her to take advantage of me. Images of all the ways I’d do her flashed through my mind. The expression on her face told me she’d read me loud and clear.
Gianna finished her second drink and tugged on my hand to lead me to the dance floor. Someone sure enjoyed rubbing against my body. A Black Eyed Peas song was playing. The lyrics made me laugh. I had a feeling, too, down in my pants.
I could tell the liquor was affecting Gianna because she was dancing even sexier than before. Her back was to me and she was rubbing her ass all over my crotch. I couldn’t see her face, but my eyes narrowed and I was suspicious she was teasing me on purpose. Trying to get a rise out of a certain part of me.
I wrapped my arms around her chest from behind and pulled her in tight. Shouting in her ear over the music, I asked, “What are you doing, bad girl?”
She turned her head to shout back at me, “Dancing!”
I could hear the laughter in her voice. Two could play at that game. I was the master, after all. The poor girl didn’t stand a chance.
The dance floor was packed, so I felt it was relatively safe to do a little teasing of my own. Her back was still to my chest when I reached down and slipped my hand underneath her dress. At first I simply touched her thighs and had to hold back my laughter at the look of shock she threw at me. My finger ran along the edge of her panties and she shivered. I gave her my most innocent look.
She whipped around so she was facing me and grabbed onto me through my pants.