John and Joss pulled up in front of the Revel's valet parking. Two valets opened the car doors. The one nearest John spoke. "Good morning, Sir. Madam. Are you guests of the hotel?"
"We will be registering, yes", John answered. Before they drove off, the valet gave John a ticket and explained that he or Joss could call for the car at any time, pointing out the valet extension number and the car's ticket number.
The pair locked hands and entered the sprawling casino with its two sets of automatic brass trimmed double doors. Joss was happy, but still a little concerned. There was air that needed to be cleared between them before she could even begin to think about a future with John, though he had clearly expressed that that was what he wanted. For now, however, she would enjoy the week and more importantly, enjoy John and see what unfolded. For his part, John was just plain happy, determined to not only show her his heart at every opportunity, but also rebuild her faith and trust in him
Though it was very early morning a.m., they saw a few gamblers on the hotel floor, but John and Joss were the only people registering. They walked over to the registration desk. John pulled Joss tightly to his side.
Smiling brightly, the desk clerk bid them good morning. What a beautiful couple, she thought.
"Good morning", answered John. "We don't have reservations but wish to stay until Sunday next. Can you accommodate us?"
"Certainly sir. Let's see what we have", was the reply.
"We would like a penthouse if you have one available". added John.
"Oh YES, sir", she quickly responded. The desk staff suddenly sprung to life. "Please excuse me a moment." Joss looked up at John, he winked at her and in a flash the clerk returned. "Please come with me." John and Joss followed her to an intimate and elegantly appointed small office where they were greeted by the hotel manager on duty and another staffer.
"Good morning sir, madam. Please have seats", the manager said. "I understand that you want a penthouse suite. We have penthouse A, available for the week. It is the nicest of the 4, if I do say so myself. Three thousand dollars per night. May I have your luggage brought in?"
"We have none and we'll need clothing and toiletries for our stay." The desk clerk stepped over to a cabinet and brought over a computer tablet which he passed to John. The manager explained, "This screen shows a list of toilette articles. Please check off what you need and type in the brands the require, if you have preferences." John checked off a hair comb and brush, a tooth brush, toothpaste, bath gel, lotion, cologne, and a few other things then passed the tablet to Joss who added her own requirements. She looked at John's submissions and promptly deleted his hair spray and gel. Meanwhile the hotel staff waited patiently.
When Joss was finished she handed the tablet to the manager who passed it to a staffer who disappeared with it. "You will be able to purchase clothing online or in person from the many boutiques in the hotel or nearby shopping area, which will be delivered to your room post haste. Or would you prefer to meet with a personal shopper who will select things for your approval? We can schedule your initial consultation now."
"We will shop for ourselves, thank you", responded John. Wow, thought Joss. This must be how the other half lives.
"Certainly, sir. Complete information is available on the computer tablets that are conveniently placed around your suite."
"Good", John remarked.
"And how do you wish to pay for your stay?", the manager asked.
John was spending a lot of money, Joss thought, more than she could pay half of which was her original intention. She made a mental note to discuss this with him, because it certainly wasn't necessary. As John slid his titanium card across the counter, Joss asked about the rest room. The manager gave her directions, and she rose from the comfortable chair as did John, who then grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a brief kiss. "Hurry back, sweetheart", he said.
Turning his attention back to the manager, John stated, "I need to execute a counter check – what is your max?"
"Twenty-thousand, sir."
The manager passed an elegant book of checks over to John which he completed for the max. The manager handed the check to another staffer who also disappeared only to return a few moments later with the cash in hand, or rather, in an elegant velvet bag with an "R" embroidered on it.
After counting out the cash and handing the bag to John, the manager explained, "There is an in suite safe. Here is the passcode, which you can change to any of your choice. It is automatically changed back upon your checkout, but not before." A tall, crisply dressed staffer walked in just as Joss returned from freshening up.
"Ahh, here is your butler, Geoffrey. Geoffrey, the Warrens are guests in penthouse A. Geoffrey will take care of you during your stay. He is available 24 hours and is your point of contact for any and all of your needs. Geoffrey, please see the Warrens to their room." Geoffrey bowed his head in deference to John and Joss.
Anxious to be alone with Joss and to begin their time together, John quickly commented, "Thank you, but this really isn't necessary…" At that, Joss gently touched John's arm. "John", she whispered, "Geoffrey has a job to do. Let him do it."
Geoffrey again nodded his head to John and Joss, this time in gratitude. Times change and many thought butlering "Thank you, madame", he uttered. "Follow me please." And they were off.
While circling the casino floor to the bank of elevators, Joss observed the opulent chandeliers, waterfalls, couches, flowers, and other touches richly decorating the space. They also passed a long and wide corridor that was lined with high end clothing and jewelry stores, their signs and logos faintly lit.
"Where are the restaurants, Geoffrey?", asked Joss.
"There are several", answered Geoffrey. "Three casual dining establishments on this level, 3 fine dining and 3 more casual on floor 20, and a five star on 47." Joss enjoyed Geoffrey's British accent. It added even more class to the experience as if this were even possible.
Geoffrey led them to two elevators all the way at the end of the elevator's hall. He inserted his key card into the slot outside the elevator doors and the doors opened. Joss entered, then John, then Geoffrey, who inserted the key again. The doors then closed and the car sped upward, smoothly.
When John had entered, he backed Joss into a corner, facing her, his big body lightly touching hers. She stared at him and he stared back. Geoffrey could feel the sexual energy popping off between the couple and he watched their reflection in the highly shined brass elevator controls wall plate, but he could only see John's back. Geoffrey sneaked another peek and saw the fingers of Joss's right hand, slowly circling John's waist, travelling under his tee shirt. John pressed himself against Joss harder and with a few floors left on their 57-story ride, John rasped, "I can't wait to be inside you." Though it was supposed to be a whisper, Geoffrey heard him loud and clear. Hmmm, LBs (love birds), Geoffrey thought and smiled. I wonder if they are ELBs (exhibitionist love birds). If so I must alert the staff and remember not to assign the more skittish ones. He recalled that poor Jeremy dropped a whole bottle of Bollingers, he was so stunned when an ELB started to have sex right on the couch in front of him while he was serving them drinks. Geoffrey smiled to himself again.
When the elevator arrived on 57, Geoffrey led them to the farthest penthouse door on the left, which he opened with a flourish. Joss walked in behind Geoffrey and John followed her. As with the elevator John walked up to her, as close as he could get, facing her. John never took his eyes away.
All Joss could hear was snippets of Geoffrey's spiel. "…the suite is 4500 square feet", "wrap around terrace". Geoffrey walked over to the terrace and opened the drapes to a magnificent view of the ocean. "Private infinity pool and hot tub off the master en suite…" As much as Joss wanted to look around she couldn't because the intensity of John's gaze would not allow her to look away. "Two working gas fireplaces…."
Geoffrey disappeared into what Joss assumed was the master bedroom. She heard more doors opening and closing, then "sauna". At that moment, ignoring Geoffrey's description of the space, John said, "I can't be gentle." Joss nodded, then stroked his cheek saying, "I'm not glass, John. I won't break. And besides, I want you too." John gave her a wicked knowing grin.
None of this was lost on Geoffrey who cut short his spiel. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No", John started. "Wait, yes." He tore himself away from Joss and walked with Geoffrey to the door.
"Will you bring us coffee, water, a generous assortment of breakfast meats, scrambled eggs, juice, wheat toast, various jams."
"Right away sir."
John looked over at Joss. "Give us about an hour."
"Very good sir. Where would you like it set up?"
"Over on the kitchen island will work fine. Thank you, Geoffrey."
Before the door closed completely, John was on Joss, kissing her deeply. He dropped the velvet bag to the floor. "Get out of those clothes", he demanded, having already divested himself of his shirt and shoes. Joss untied the halter of her dress and stepped out of it, but after she had done so, John tore off her panties.
"You're taking too long", he complained, palming and massaging her ass cheek. 'I can't wait – I just want a little now", he said, grabbing Joss's legs at the knees, he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He then dropped to knees and laid her down. John began to kiss her deeply, squeezing her breast with one hand, unzipping and freeing his rock hard cock with the other. He then raised up, spread her legs, hooked his arms under her knees, and entered her roughly.
"Oooohhh", he groaned and hissed at the contact. He started pounding her, apologizing at the same time. "I'm sorry, baby. I 'll make it sweeter, I promise. I just want you so bad right now."
Her response was to take his face in her hands, keeping eye contact. Then she arched her back, and used his arms as leverage to lift her hips, pounding him too. After a few minutes, he let go of her legs, but she kept them raised. She pulled his body down against hers and hugged him tightly, kissing his eyes, lips, cheeks, and mouth hungrily.
"Ummmm, so damn good", she murmured, "I don't want to stop…".
More time passed. John slowly pulled out of Joss and rose to his knees, stood, then offered his hand to her. She took it and stood and they both stumbled to the master suite still hugging and kissing and fell onto the huge bed. Joss scootched over and John turned on his side, turned her onto her side, facing away from him, lifted her leg, held it in place and inserted himself into her dripping sex. With his other arm he reached under her and cupped her breast. She placed her hand over his, encouraging him to knead her sensitive nipple. He did. Joss sucked her teeth at the sensation.
More time passed. They sighed in unison and joy at the intimate contacts and John began to stroke harder and faster. Joss turned her head so as to see John's face. His eyes were darkened and half closed in ecstasy. His lips were parted – moist, and it was just about the sexiest thing she had even seen.
Time passed. John stroked, stroked, and stroked for what seemed like hours, when Joss lowered her leg, and pulled away from John. "Come here baby, get on top", she said.
Happy to oblige, John smiled, and he mounted her. Instead of laying between her legs, he pushed her legs together and straddled her, and thrusted all the way up to her g spot. He rested on his forearms, circling his hips, grinding from side to side, snaking into her over and over. Joss began to moan and groan. She was quivering beneath him, powerless to stop the tremors from racing through her body, building to what would be for her an earth-shattering orgasm.
Joss screamed his name as John increased the pace.
John didn't stop, even as he felt Joss's pussy pulsating on him, gripping, releasing. Panting, he suddenly pushed Joss's legs apart with his knees, and began long, deep strokes that resembled a swimming butterfly. He braced his arms and leaned down, devouring Joss's mouth with his. "I love you so damn much", he whispered. At the same time Joss ran her hands up his arms and across his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles working in his back and shoulders. She tangled one hand in John's hair and splayed the fingers of the other against his face. "I love you too, John." Joss's legs remained open wide, bent at the knees with her feet planted on the mattress yet she still managed to thrust her wet pussy against John's dick, pleasuring them both immensely.
"Dammit", John breathed harshly into her ear as he continued his deep dives. Joss moaned in response to John's movements. His weight rested on one hand, John touched her face and kneaded her breast with the other, before lying on her again, going for her mouth with his. John increased the pace yet again and fucked Joss harder, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.
"Oooo, yes, baby, that's it, fuck me good…" Joss sucked her teeth. "Don't stop. Please don't stop", she panted. "So good, keep fucking me like that."
And he did, as his body gleamed with a sheen of sweat. He rested his forehead against Joss's. "Give it to me baby, this is my pussy, mine, say it…"
"Your pussy, John, yours…"
"Just like the rest of you – mine."
He raised himself on his haunches, still keeping intimate contact, and lifted her leg, pressing the underside of her toes against his wet mouth. He licked and kissed there, breathlessly, still stroking Joss deeply.
"I loved, Jessica", he panted, "you know that right?"
Joss watched him, unsure about his next statement. "Yes", she finally answered.
John never stopped his movements before he finally said, "It was nothing like this – nothing like the depth of feelings I have for you. I never wanted any woman the way I want you."
Joss's response was to lower her leg, reach up and pull John down to her by his shoulders so that she could kiss him, darting her tongue into his mouth, hot wet kisses that he returned with equal fervor.
Even more time. Their passion continued in near silence. Eventually, John heard the door, and his senses went on high alert. He heard footsteps, wheels, then the faint rattle of dishes. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Geoffrey pick up their clothes from the floor near the bedroom door and inspect each piece. At that, John lifted his head continuing his congress with Joss, whose eyes were closed in ecstasy. He faced Geoffrey and Geoffrey for his part looked at John, lowered his eyes, and a few brief seconds later, John heard the faint click of the penthouse door closing.
"Ugh, I'm coming again", Joss shouted, and John continued to work her. His sweat dripped onto her body, mingling with hers. He increased the pace and the depth even more and after a moment or two Joss screamed. Her body quaked. She moaned her release. It took every ounce of strength John had not to follow her into the sweet abyss, but he wanted to give her his all.
John rolled over onto his back and pulled a still shivering Joss on top him. He turned her over so that her back was to his chest then he sat up, placed her legs on either side of his body, circled her waist with one arm, and placed his other hand at her throat. He lay back down, his mouth at Joss's ear and her torso flush against him.
John loved the feel of her generous butt cradled at his groin. He began to stroke again, this time a slow snaking, deep grind. Joss began to groan immediately. She could feel the wetness of John's body sliding against her, his breath hot on her ear as he licked and nipped her ear lobe. She hissed and groaned again in response, her head limp, her hands clutching the sheets and her eyes half closed.
John took a deep breath. "My name is Johnathan Jameson Jones. My mother Margaret my father James", he panted. "I have no brothers and sisters and my parents died years ago, well before their time. My dad first, in an accident at the refinery where he worked."
Stroking still, he took a few more moments, breathed deeply again. "I read, write and speak 5 languages; I'm conversational in another 3." John licked and bit Joss on her neck then tongued the spot roughly.
He paused his monologue a few more minutes to allow their pleasure to deepen. He was getting close. Feeling the heat from her wet pussy, he hissed then continued. "I play piano and guitar. And I was a semester away from graduating from the University of Washington with a double major in mechanical and civil engineering when my mom died….I stayed at home and worked for a while, but I couldn't bear the place without them…."
"Ungggg", John groaned deeply, pausing his heartfelt talk. He still moved deeply within Joss, and he could tell that she was close. He lowered the hand at her waist to her clit, using his middle finger to massage it in small circular motion with just the right amount of pressure. Joss sighed and hissed, her body tensing.
"Ahhhh", Joss keened and twisted, and John used his strength to keep her still while he stroked her hard.
John continued. "I joined the army after a year or two of knocking around, became an Army Ranger, and was recruited by the CIA where…where…" John sighed again, "…I lost my humanity and the privilege to be loved by a woman like you." Joss could feel wetness dripping onto her shoulder that she was certain were John's tears. She reached behind her and began stroking his hair, cooing whispers of love to him. She wanted to flip him over and love him, but she was powerless to do anything but feel him…to the depths of her being.
John slowed his stroke, his breaths hitched and uneven. Joss cried out, arching her back, calling John's name in ragged, uneven whispers. John followed with a deep roar, his body spasming from his lengthy and complete ejaculation. In that moment John decided he would love to see Joss's belly swollen with the life he put there—but for now, he would accept and relish this shared slice of heaven.
They held each other, exchanging kisses, touches. John slid out of Joss, then moved to her side, turning his body toward hers as she lay on her back. He traced circles on her belly, ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek, placed light kisses along the path his fingers travelled. Joss took his hand, kissed his fingertips and sucked his thumb. They lay together for a while, just basking in the afterglow of their loving.
Finally, their collective breathing returned to normal but the two still didn't move. They lay there, looking into each other's eyes, smiling, caressing each other, talking without words. Then John kissed Joss's forehead. "Come on, let's grab a shower and eat. I'm starved." He moved to leave their bed, but Joss grabbed his hand and pulled him back and kissed him lovingly. "You never lost your humanity John. People tried to convince you that you did, but you didn't, you wouldn't. And you certainly never lost the right be loved. You are no monster, John, I know you aren't. If you were, you wouldn't be alive, here, with me. I know too that you are strong and loving. But it's not enough for me to know it == you have to know it too."
John smiled weakly and nodded. He reached out and hugged Joss to him tightly. He would work hard to know it and show it; their relationship and future depended upon it. He had sworn to Joss that he was ready, and he was.
"Food is here, I hope you're hungry", John said.
"Oh? When did it come?", asked Joss.
"A few minutes before you did the first time", John answered with a grin.
"When we were…we were", Joss stammered, mortified.
"Yes", John said, chuckling at her naivete.
"So Geoffrey heard us?"
"Heard us and saw us". John responded.
"OMG!", shouted Joss. "Saw us, John? How can I look him in the eyes after that?" She quickly sat up.
"Easily. He's a servant and a good one. Good ones see but are rarely seen and do not talk under any circumstances", John explained.
"Well you saw him", Joss said, and John, smirking, quickly added, "I saw him, but you didn't, though you were…distracted when he appeared."
"Hmphf. And just how do you know about that seeing but not seen thing? Were you a butler on one of your assignments or something?"
"Yes, I was", said John. "It's fine – trust me. Let's grab a shower and eat."
"OK. I'm starved too." Joss rose from the bed and found herself a bit wobbly.
"You OK?" John jumped up from the bed and held Joss at the elbow, concerned.
"I'm fine", she said, and the pair walked naked into the luxurious bath.
A/N: Well...our lovebirds finally arrived at The Revel and, true to his word, John is being more open to Joss. I know I said this before (smile), but one or two more chapters and the story picks up in Not Just Another Day, where John and Joss finish out the week together. Hugs, kisses, and enjoy!
