The House Always Wins
*AUTHOR'S NOTE:
First and foremost, thank you all for the positive comments and (mostly) constructive feedback throughout Parts 1 and 2. This is Part 3 of a series best read from the beginning (duh). Those of you that are familiar with Jake and Amy will want to get to the action, but first, the boring stuff: As always, I am (unfortunately) in no way representing the MGM Grand, its parent company, affiliates or partners. As a warning, this chapter will make a lot of you hate me. The fact of the matter is, happy endings without conflict piss me off, and I honestly thought about pulling a Joss Whedon here. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean the story is necessarily over for Jake and Amy. I ask only that you see it to the end before making your judgments. As always, if this isn't your cup of tea, no hard feelings. Just put the cup down and leave.
Enjoy!*
*Synopsis*
Jake and Amy, roommates and friends, had planned a budget trip to Las Vegas for some much needed fun, only to have Jake win $37 million dollars in a lucky spin of the wheel. Jake's lust for Amy had built to a head at this point, months of living together attracting him to her more and more with each passing day, and when he won the money, it was such a high, he felt like he could do anything. Swept up in the rush of Vegas, Jake had made Amy a deal. She could buy as many clothes as she wanted in the fabulously high-end shopping district, as long as she modeled them for Jake in the privacy of their room later. While it started as a fairly innocent fashion show, ranging from casual jeans to formal dresses, Jake was beside himself. Emboldened by the Vegas Fever and his own desire, he reminded Amy that she had purchased multiple sets of lingerie as well. Though interrupted by their dinner reservation, the idea planted itself in Amy's mind and grew. By the time they had returned to the room, Amy was as aroused as Jake, and the lingerie modeling had turned into a fuckfest that had continued for most of their stay. Amy was surprised and confused to discover that being restrained turned her on immensely, and that, dear readers, is where our story continues...
Amy moaned into the sheets, biting her lip as she came again.
Damn these sheets
, she thought to herself,
they're so soft it's like a second pair of hands
. Her train of thought was interrupted by a particularly deep thrust from Jake that made her cry out.
Not that Jake needs a second pair of hands,
she thought wryly, eyes rolling back into her head. Jake never seemed to run out of new positions, or new ways to make Amy orgasm. They were in the middle of a passionate weekend that neither of them expected, though whether it was Saturday or Sunday now was anyone's guess. Time had crawled to a standstill, each moment crystal clear as orgasmic fire ran through Amy's already very satisfied body. She never wanted this to end, but they couldn't stay in Vegas forever, could they?
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Jake had Amy's arms held tight in his own, pulling them outstretched behind her as he thrust into her from behind. By holding her at the elbows, he could lift her entire upper body off the bed, making her helplessly immobile. Although Amy had initially told Jake she enjoyed being tied up, Jake had taken great pleasure in the last few hours to finding out exactly what made Amy squirm. To his delight, Amy seemed to embrace everything, from being restrained, to having her hair pulled, to being fucked as hard and fast as Jake could manage. She moaned when she was spanked, cooed when he bit her nipples, and shuddered visibly when he took hold of her hips. Never would Jake have imagined that his demure tomboy of a roommate would be such an animal in the sack. Jake gave Amy back the use of her arms, but only so he could keep pushing her threshold of pleasure even higher. Jake slid one hand lightly up her spine, barely grazing the sensitive skin, before taking her hair and winding it tightly in his hand, pulling it back sharply so Amy's neck was exposed.
Jake's free hand, meanwhile, teased Amy's clit for a brief moment, her hips bucking faster at his touch. Once he had enough lubrication on his finger, Jake reached up and slowly circled Amy's ass, ever so lightly pushing at the puckered entrance. Amy moaned loudly, her hips bucking away from his touch at first, then slowly accepting it as he applied pressure. Jake had found that, though reluctant, Amy definitely enjoyed her ass being played with, and he knew it would be something to explore in much greater detail. Slowly pistoning his finger in and out, accompanying the much faster pace he was setting with his dick, Jake continued to expand Amy's mind, as well as her definition of pleasure. She bucked and moaned, reaching back with her hand only to have Jake swat it away deliberately. Amy groaned at the double penetration, and tried to dissuade Jake.
"Jake, please, not there! Just keep fucking me like you were!"
Jake, silently remembering Amy's agreement to using her safe word, proceeded regardless of her complaint. He knew now from experience that Amy could and would use her safe word if she felt uncomfortable...it just took her a few minutes to remember that she needed to sometimes.
Hand still tight in her hair, the other fingering her ass even as he took her pussy for his own, Jake felt himself close to his tipping point and tried to maintain a steady rhythm, bucking his hips hard against Amy, burying himself as deep as he could inside as he came for what must have been the tenth time that weekend. Amy let out a scream as the rushing jets of cum triggered her own orgasm, sending fire rushing through her body and electricity through her mind.
It was mutually decided that a break was in order, lest they both die of exhaustion or dehydration. Amy retired to her favorite place in the palatial suite, the master bathroom. She began a long, relaxing Chromotherapy shower, the water cascading over her, mellow lights playing against the walls, utterly soothing and relaxing her. Meanwhile, Jake realized it was nearly 9 am on Sunday morning. They had been at it for the entire night, been in Las Vegas for over 48 hours, and Jake still hadn't told anyone else about his winnings. He figured it was about time his closest friends started sharing the wealth, or at least the news. He pulled out his Galaxy, smiling as he remembered that he had a $27,000 dollar phone currently being made for him. He dialed his best friend, Mike, and told him what had transpired. It took a few minutes to convince Mike that he was serious, finally resorting to a video call and showing him around the mansion that the MGM laughably called a hotel room. Hotel room? It was bigger than the house the four of them shared. It didn't take a great deal of convincing after that for Mike to listen in as Jake regaled him with stories from the last few days, ranging from the food at Joel Roubuchon to the private Rolls-Royce. Finally, they approached the subject of Amy. Mike, being Jake's friend, proceeded to first mercilessly rib Jake for "taking so long" to make a move on his crush, despite Jake's now old protestations of "She's my roommate." From there, however, the conversation took a nasty turn.
"Dude, you ever think that maybe she's being this way just because you won all that money?"
Jake turned red, and then his blood boiled in anger.
"Fuck you, Mike. She's not some Goddamn gold digger."
"Chill, man. I didn't say she was for certain, but honestly, think about it. She shows no interest in you the entire time you're at the house. You guys hang out, sure, but not even a wiggle as far as romance or sex. Fair statement?"
Begrudgingly, Jake agreed.
"So is it impossible, I'm not saying it's true, but is it
impossible
that she wanted to lock down a millionaire right after he became one?"
Jake's mind raced and heart sank as he answered with the only honest response.
"No. It's not impossible, but man, you know her too. You honestly think Amy is that kind of a woman?"
"No man, she's pretty cool. But the timing is awfully coincidental, and $37 million can make people do some pretty weird shit. You know I'm not trying to be an ass, Jake. We've been friends since high school; we tell each other the truth. Just keep your head up, ya know?"
The conversation wound down after that, Jake too wrapped inside his own head to really offer much more information, and Mike knew Jake well enough not to press the issue. Jake stared out the window, the early morning sun breaking across the mountains. There was no way. Mike couldn't be right. Could he? Jake's mind couldn't shut off. Even with this new information burrowing into his brain, everything might have been fine that day, had a similar conversation not been taking place upstairs...
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After her shower, Amy toweled off, luxuriating once again in the softness of the towels. It was like being wrapped in a fluffy, soft cloud. She had just begun to dry her hair when her phone rang. It was Amy's best friend, Victoria. Amy answered, only to be greeted by Victoria's traditional "Hey you" greeting. Like Jake, Amy hadn't even thought of her phone or talking to anyone, their whirlwind adventure completely occupying their time.
"Hey girl. How's Sin City?"
Amy laughed, wondering where exactly she should begin. So she started with Jake's good fortune. Immediately, Victoria started asking if he was single, making Amy laugh. Victoria had a twisted sense of humor, but she was a sweetheart deep down. Very deep down. Okay, she could be a bitch, but she was a loyal friend regardless. Furthermore, her innocent joking gave Amy the perfect opportunity to segue into what she and Jake had been up to. Victoria, having met Jake a number of times, was skeptical, to say the least.
"Jake? Are we talking about the same Jake? How much have you been drinking, woman?"
"Tori, I'm dead serious. He's like an animal. It is, hands down, without question, the best sex of my life. God, when he ties me up or holds me down, it's just so-"
"WHAT? Amy, what did you just say?!?"
Amy blushed a deep shade of crimson. She hadn't meant to go into detail, at least not
that
much, but she was bursting with the need to talk it through with someone.
"It started the first night we hooked up. He used the tie from his suit to tie me to the bed, and god, Tori, I
loved
it. Oh my god, it was so much more intense than anything I've ever experienced. Then he kept going. God, the way he ordered me around, the way he just, just...
owned
