What Happens in Vegas

Not even kissing her felt the same. Beyond the passion and underlying excitement there was this strange… connection. A familiarity and attachment that I knew Brody sensed too. We’d done this so many times, but it was always sexual. Our fun had always been purely physical, frivolously enjoyed without any sort of emotional attachment because the women we were fucking were total strangers, and every one of them would be flying away in a matter of days.

And yet…

And yet just watching her, looking down into her eyes, I felt myself oddly drawn to her — in ways I hadn’t felt about any of the others. Mentally I began painting a picture of her life at home; alone, lonely, missing out on so many things for so long. I saw this as something she needed more than wanted. As something she were using to break out of a funk, or maybe a routine. Or perhaps as a catalyst to jump-start an all-new sex life, after having been celibate or miserable for so long.

My speculations were silly, I knew. I was making assumptions purely on the handful of things she’d t

old us about herself. And yet, I knew certain things. I could read them in her eyes… feel them in the soulful way she was swirling her tongue through my mouth, while clutching my lips against hers…

A tap on my shoulder brought my attention to Brody. He gave me an all-too familiar nod, and then we were switching places… and I was kneeling between her thighs, pressing myself against her entrance for the very first time.

This isn’t how you normally start.

No, it wasn’t. I liked to roll the girl onto her stomach, taking her from behind. Watching her body quiver as I grabbed her hips, pulled her against me, and pushed myself inside her with a sigh and a moan.

But not with Lauren. For this very first time at least, I wanted to look into her eyes.

I inched forward and she spread wider, her sexy thong still stretched obscenely off to one side. Her hands moved behind me eagerly, sliding over my ass, her fingernails digging into me with the cute little French manicure I imagined she’d gotten right before leaving New York, in preparation for her big trip to Vegas.

And her eyes…

Her shamrock green eyes were zeroed in on mine. They were locked there, kept there, as if she couldn’t look away. Something passed between us — some sort of primal excitement. A preservation of the penultimate moment, as we came to some secret, mutual understanding.

Then she smiled and sighed… as I finally sank all the way into her.

It felt unbelievably tight. Impossibly warm and wet. Hooking her legs over my shoulders I went at it hard and fast, pumping her again and again until tears of joy were streaming down both sides of her face.

Not even a minute later she exploded spectacularly, all over my hard, thrusting cock…

Twelve

LAUREN

It was like a dam somewhere deep inside me, finally breaking. A delirious rush of pleasure mixed with the overwhelming relief of pent-up release, all rushing through my body at once.

Brody had screwed me slowly, sensually, getting me used to the size and strength of his magnificent body. He’d brought me to the edge and held me there, grinding his wonderful cock into all new places while using his thumb to apply a delicious pressure to my swollen, throbbing clit.

But Corey…

Corey fucked me exactly the way I needed to be taken at the moment: hard, fast, and deep. I’d been holding my orgasm at bay. Letting it build over time, the way the sexual tension in my body had been gathering all these lonely months.

And now…

Screams of exultation tore through my empty hotel suite, as I came like it was the end of the world. I didn’t care who heard, or what anyone might’ve thought. Or about anything really, except the overwhelming surge of joy and liberation that came with gushing warmly, hotly, all over my new lover’s thrusting, churning cock.

Godddddddddddddd….

It was everything I’d ever wanted. Everything I’d hoped and wished and dreamed about, flooding the bed as Corey continued pounding me through a toe-curling, life-altering orgasm.

Holy… holy fuck.

They both felt amazing in their own right, their own way. But together, pinned between them…

Something brushed my lips, and I was aware of Brody pushing his way back down my throat. I open for him eagerly, taking him in rhythm with his friend’s long, heated thrusts. I was pleasuring them both now. Taking them simultaneously into my writhing, moaning body…

Double the pleasure.

My eyes fluttered open, settling back on the wrinkled flyer. I could barely even remember grabbing it, on a whim.