What Happens in Vegas

Twice the enjoyment.

And yet right now, I was so glad. So deliriously, incredibly happy…

“You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”

Brody was whispering to me, smoothing the hair from my face. Holding me steady while his friend kept plowing away. I looked up at him, past mountains of rippled muscle. With a little whimper, I nodded.

“Didn’t think you’d get it though…”

Again I whimpered. This time I shook my head.

“Most women don’t,” he hissed, tracing his fingertips lovingly over my hollowed cheek. “They’re too afraid,” he went on. “Too timid to ask.”

He smiled down at me as I rocked forward and back on the bed. His cock felt so warm in my wet mouth. Corey’s balls all swollen and full, slapping against me at the end of every thrust.

“But not you…”

I groaned as they rolled me over. Let out long, satisfied hiss, as Corey took me from behind. His hands went into my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper things into my ear. Nasty things. Filthy things…

Is this real life?

It sure didn’t feel like it. As Brody slid into my mouth again, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The same mirror I’d used to take the pics I’d sent them. The photos that had put in the position I was now.

Bouncing back and forth between them, I looked like someone else. It was almost like watching another person — like seeing the live action version of a very hot, very twisted porno.

Only it was me. I was the one doing these things. I was the one who’d pulled down the flyer, who’d sent the text-messages, who’d gotten all dressed up to go down and meet two complete strangers in my hotel bar…

And then brought them back here to fuck me.

Corey slapped my ass. Brody pulled out of my mouth. They switched places again, and suddenly I was being ridden harder than ever. I could feel their excitement building. Could sense that they’d been holding out for as long as possible, but that it might not be an option much longer.

“Lauren…”

Brody’s voice was breathless now, almost frantic. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he meant.

“In me,” I breathed, stroking Corey against my face. “Please… I want it inside…”

Brody was gripping the flesh of my ass so hard his fingers might leave bruises. His cock felt bigger than ever, so swollen and full and—

“It’s okay?”

“Yes,” I murmured, fucking him back with my hips. “God yes! I’m good. I’m—”

The rest of my sentence died as he rammed himself forward, gripping me so tightly against him it felt like we’d never be apart. Then, just as suddenly, he was erupting. Shooting. Emptying himself inside me, while cursing something hot and unintelligible under his breath.

Holy shit, Lauren!

It was crazy, I knew. Birth control pills aside, this was absolutely nuts.

At the same time though — and this sounded crazier — there was this weird familiarity that took the edge off what I was doing. An intangible connection I felt with these two beautiful men I’d only just met, that somehow superseded caution or logic or reason.

Corey watched intently as his friend flooded me with his seed. Eventually he withdrew from my mouth, smearing himself against my full, plump lips while Brody fell spent to one side of the bed. Then, shifting positions again, he rolled me onto my back and took his place between my legs.

He gave me a wicked, knowing look as he plunged right in.

“Ready for more?”

I hooked a finger sexily into one corner of my mouth and nodded up at him.