What Happens in Vegas

“And leaving us there,” said Brody, not with some playful resentment.

“Hey,” I shrugged. “Remember that night you guys tied me up?”

“Which one?” laughed Corey.

“The one where you blindfolded me also, and made me guess who was doing what to me each time?” I was getting even hotter, just at the memory. “The one where you kept stopping every time I was about to come? When you kept switching off on me, making me beg for it each time?”

“Oh yeah,” Brody lamented. “That night.”

I laughed and threw my hair back over one shoulder. “Well payback’s a bitch.”

It was my second favorite thing, to be in control. To take charge, to feel a sense of power and command over these three gentle giants, bending them to my will.

My first favorite thing of course, was letting them have their way with me. I found that I most enjoyed lying back and spreading my legs for them. Being taken and tossed around and used by them. Swept into whatever position by whichever one wanted me at the time…

But they didn’t need to know that.

By now I was getting delirious. Every nerve-ending in my body was tingling with the need for release. I let the feelings come on this time, allowing them to wash over me in waves of pleasure. There was a rising heat deep in my core, somewhere near the place that Mason was hitting right now…

“You want me to come on you?” I breathed, looking down into my lover’s eyes.

His hands kept moving in circles over my breasts. He nodded dreamily.

“You want me to come all over you?”

“Yes…” Mason grunted. I felt him clench his asscheeks and push up off the bed. My whole body rose a good six inches toward the ceiling.

“Don’t come in me,” I warned. “Not yet. Not until I’ve come on you.”

My breathing was rapid. I wasn’t far off. My hands shot up to grab Mason’s, and I squeezed them harder against my tits.

“I need to come on each of you,” I said, breathlessly. “One at a time. I want to get off on all three of you…”

I flung my head back and my hair followed. My orgasm was seconds away.

“And then you can get off in me…”

I squeezed as hard as I could, grinding downward that last, final time. My climax was total. It obliterated everything else, and for the next half-minute I was coming and gushing and crying out with the joy of complete euphoric release.

Mason wasn’t that far behind me, either. My contractions triggered his, and soon I felt that familiar warmth and wetness as he filled me from within. He grunted loudly, s

crewing himself upward and drilling me as deep as he’d ever gone. It was like riding a mechanical bull, only instead of gripping a saddle my fingers were digging deeply into the perfect flesh of his smooth, rippled stomach.

I left marks there, when our mutual climax finally subsided.

One down…

The little voice in my mind chuckled greedily. It didn’t seem right, that I was this entitled. This lucky. That I could have this level of pleasure — a whole harem of gorgeous, broad-shouldered boyfriends — dedicated to pleasing me, teasing me…

… and loving me too.

“I love you,” I said, collapsing across Mason’s chest. Our half-lidded eyes locked, and we shared a slow, sensuous, lover’s kiss.

“I love you too, baby,” he breathed into my mouth. “So fucking much…”

A thrill shot through me; a feeling of closeness and connectivity I hadn’t felt with anyone else in my life. Not any guy I’d ever dated… not even the man I’d walked down the aisle with.

But I felt it here. With them. On levels I never thought possible, that had me staring up at the ceiling in the dead of night, wondering what I ever did to deserve such an incredible, wonderful thing.