What Happens in Vegas

It didn’t take long for him to be fully erect, his cock jutting up with diamond-like hardness. When he was I stood up, turned around, and pulled him in the direction of the bedroom… my hand still gripping his throbbing manhood.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, with no choice but to follow.

“Oh yeah,” I murmured, as we crossed the threshold that separated light from darkness.

Thirty-Four

LAUREN

I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Tired of giving and not receiving, of being so close to the edge of climax I could almost taste the sweet flood of endorphins in the back of my brain.

No, at this point I was through following orders. I was taking what I wanted, and right now what I wanted was Mason between my legs.

“Finish me.”

My words left little doubt as to what I needed. I walked right past Brody, right past Corey… and bent myself over the bed.

I heard low murmuring. Words being exchanged. Then I felt two smooth hands go to my hips, angling me upward…

And a long, hard cock slid into me from behind.

Yessssss…

I knew it was Mason’s, from the feel of his hands. From the depth of him too, not to mention I was pretty sure the others would give him honors, when it came to who went first.

First. It was such a strange new word for me when it came to sex. Because now when it came to lovers there was a first and a second, and as of ten seconds ago, a third as well.

You’re insane, Lauren.

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. But this insane girl was making the absolute most of her Vegas vacation, and based on how amazing things were going, I wasn’t about to make any apologies.

“Go easy on her,” I heard Brody say. “She’s been through a—”

“Fuck that,” I said, whirling to loo

k over my shoulder. Mason was screwing me slowly, his eyes half-closed with the ecstasy of being inside me. “Go hard and fast. Make me come, Mason. And don’t stop until you do.”

My latest lover smiled and nodded deliriously, then tightened his grip. He started fucking me with powerful strokes, his cock looking more like a piston driving in and out of my quivering, pleasure-swept body.

“Oh God…” I gasped. “Yes, please… Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stoooopppp—”

I came like a thunderclap, screwing myself back against him. Mason grunted and groaned, but to his credit he held it together. I could feel everything as I pulsed and contracted around him. The edges of my vision turned fuzzy grey as I glided through all new planes of Nirvana, only to come floating humbly back to earth, a shivering, quaking mess.

“Already?” said Mason, disbelievingly.

“We’ve been going at her a while,” said Corey. “Teasing her and—”

“You mean tormenting,” I corrected him breathlessly. I was still euphoric. Still basking in the aftershocks of my long-awaited, hard-fought orgasm, while Mason continued enjoying me from behind.

You’re fucking a movie star…

Well, sort of. Even the little devil on my shoulder sounded amazed! It certainly wasn’t something that was on the agenda when I flew into Vegas, sipping vodka and cranberry at thirty-four thousand feet, wedged in the center seat between Noelle and Bella.

You’re fucking this guy and you don’t even know him…

It was crazy. Stupid. Totally uncharacteristic of me. And yet, that’s how one-night stands happened, didn’t they? You slept with someone you just met? Or you fell into bed at the end of a perfect first date, having only know the person for a handful our hours and—

Yes, but three people?