What Happens in Vegas

The rest of his sentence was lost to me, as Corey dragged his thumb over my clit. My whole body jumped. My ass melted backward into Brody’s lap.

“Maybe…” I gasped.

Mason stopped talking altogether and started watching. For a few moments, it felt weird. Like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to see. Then Brody’s bulge was suddenly pressing into the small of my back. My head lolled back and I could feel the heat of Corey’s mouth, kissing my bare shoulder.

Oh God…

After that, everything around me just started melting away.

This is crazy.

My brain and my body began this insane tug-of-war. On one hand the voice of reason wanted me to stop, or at least move the party somewhere more private. But on the other…

On the other was the voice in my head, laughing its ass off.

You’re naked in a hot tub in the middle of the desert, it cackled loudly. Flanked by a pair of strippers and a movie star. What did you think was going to happen?

I didn’t know. All I knew was the pleasure of Brody’s fingers, swirling inside me. The feel of his hand on my hip, guiding me ever closer to what felt like a railroad spike jutting into my back.

Ohhhhh…

It would be so easy, to sink down on it. To just impale myself right there in the churning, frothy waters… looking out over the oddly romantic expanse of the bleak, desert moonscape.

To just fuck him. To fuck the both of them…

Right there in front of Mason.

Holy shit.

Then, suddenly, the decision was made for me.

“Sorry to call it an early night,” Corey said abruptly, “but we’re taking our girlfriend to bed now.”

He reached out and grabbed a small stack of towels. Then he and Brody rose up together, stepping into the cold night air and drying their steaming bodies while I couldn’t help but stare.

Mason looked on, casually sipping his beer. There was disappointment in his eyes. And something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“You coming?” Brody asked me.

I was still in the tub. Loathe to get up and feel the cold blast my body with its icy numbness. Eventually I did though, shivering my way down the steps until my two lovers wrapped me in a towel and patted me dry, head to foot.

Mason was still watching. Still leaning over the edge of the tub, to drop his empty in the cooler and take another one. His eyes were on my near-naked body, but that was alright. Somehow it was more than okay.

“Why don’t you give him a little kiss goodnight?”

I looked back at Corey, a little dumbstruck. But he and Brody were all smiles.

“Go ahead,” he said, nodding toward Mason. “It’s all good.”

It could’ve been the cold, or the beer, or maybe it was just because it was my last night in Vegas. Whatever the reason, I didn’t even hesitate. I walked right over to the edge of the hot tub, took Mason by back of the head…

And kissed him long and hard.

MMMmmmmm…

It was a deliciously hot kiss, long and soulful and totally self-indulgent. The kind of kiss that moved mountains. The sort of kiss that ended movies.

Oh wow…