What Happens in Vegas

Two hot guys at the same fucking time…

My orgasm was building to inevitable levels. Gaining in size and momentum like a snowball hurtling down a mountain. I couldn’t wait for it to hit — for it to crash through that last barrier keeping me from my climax. The final obstacle preventing my body from seizing, my head from thrashing, my brain from being flooded by a sea of warm, liquid euphoria as I exploded all over Corey’s beautiful, handsome face.

But that never happened.

And that never happened because they abruptly stopped… and switched positions.

Brody shifted on the bed, nudging forward to take his place between my legs. Only now he was kneeling. Kneeling and holding his big cock in one hand while rubbing it up and down through my swollen flower.

“You ready?”

I bit my lip and nodded. Corey held my head in his lap, making sure I watched as his friend pushed the head past my outer folds.

Oh fuck… oh fuck…

Making sure I got to see everything as his friend inched further still… until he was dragging the thick, mushroom-shaped head up and down through the shallows of my pussy.

“Do it,” I breathed.

Brody’s head tilted a few millimeters to the left. He was almost smirking.

“Hmmm?”

“Do it!” I said again. “Please!”

I was literally throbbing around him. Dripping like honey all over the head of his pulsing, swollen manhood.

“Brody please,” I begged. “I can’t—”

It all happened in the span of a single heartbeat. Our eyes met, and I sucked in a quick gulp of air as Brody shoved himself home. He went deep… all the way deep. Penetrating me all the way to the hilt, burying himself fully inside me in a single, earth-shattering thrust.

Oh my GOD…

My eyes flared wide, then crossed, then slowly closed.

When I finally opened them again I swore I saw stars.

Eleven

COREY

Her body moved with a familiar, sensual rhythm, bouncing gently in my arms as Brody took her. It was a movement I’d seen many times before, in a variety of other beds. A movement I was always at either end of, at one time or another.

But never staring down at a face this beautiful.

I held her in my lap now, her blonde hair spilling down over my naked thighs with the softness of cornsilk. Her eyes were glossed over. Glazed with all new levels of carnality and lust. They shifted up to meet mine, and I saw recognition there. I saw want and desire.

She craned her neck upward as I bent to kiss her. One hand slid around my neck for leverage, pulling me against her lips. Her tongue sought mine this time, even more hungrily than before. She kissed me like she needed me, and the feeling was more than mutual.

I could tell she was in it for good now, lost in the moment. Totally given over to what was happening, and what we were about to do to her; mind, body, and soul.

And damn, I was in it too.

It wasn’t like us to get this excited. To reach a place where we were actually vying over who got to bed her first. For us, the fun was normally in the thrill of the chase. In the anticipation of her anticipation, in savoring that delicious moment when one of our flyer prospects pushed through the last of her inhibitions, led us up to her hotel room, and fell eagerly past the point of no return.

But with Lauren…

With Lauren it was wholly different. In fact, she was the one who made us nervous. Not only because she was smart and beautiful, but because she exuded a pure innocence without naiveté. She had this adorable need for closeness and intimacy — an empty space we longed to fulfill for her — but without the inevitable turnoffs of over-eagerness, or desperation.