What Happens in Vegas
But I was a lot turned on.
“C’mon,” said Brody, as each of them took one of my hands. “We’ve got a cab to catch.”
Twenty-Two
COREY
We took her for drinks first, then to Tao, so we could watch her dance. That idea had been Brody’s. And it had been a damned good one.
If there was anything sexier than watching her body writhe and undulate amongst the fevered crowd, I don’t know what it was. The best part was she was ours. She was mine, as I scooped her into my arms and crushed her against my chest. She was Brody’s, as he plucked her from my grasp and did the same.
Nobody watched us. Nobody cared. We were just three people caught up in the moment, enjoying each other, having a fantastic time. We took turns kissing her, nobody batted an eye. Even when our hands strayed downward to cup her beautifully-rounded ass, not a single partygoer seemed to notice.
Song after song played, and with each one the three of us grew bolder. Lauren became the aggressor, kissing us now. Turning around and grinding herself backwards, ass-first. Running each of our growing bulges unapologetically up and down, through the valley between her two tight, velvet-covered globes.
At one point I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw her up against one of the big square columns, pinning her hands over her head so I could kiss her properly. She responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth… grabbing me by the sides of my face and kissing me back with such need, such hunger, I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and take her straight to the nearest bed.
Instead we settled on retreating to the roof, where things were a little quieter.
“This one is special,” Brody had told me, on the way to her hotel. “I almost wish she weren’t leaving tomorrow. That we’d caught her at the beginning of her week, instead of the end.”
“Why?” I’d asked, though I already knew the answer. “Do you really think we’d have taken things further?”
We’d wanted a second date with this woman before we’d even been done with the first. That much went without saying. And while it was hard, we stayed true to our rule that she had to initiate things. To see us again, she had to be the one to ask for it. And damn, we were never so thrilled when she had.
But no, what Brody had been talking about tonight was a third date. About seeing someone more than twice…
Which we’d never, ever done.
How would that even work?
When we’d started the whole thing with the flyers, it had been to fulfill a need. We’d shared a girl in our early college days a few times, and found out that we both loved it.
No… loved it wasn’t strong enough. We’d thrived on it. That would be a better way to put it. We loved the thrill of the chase, the breaking down of barriers. The look in a woman’s eye as she experiences two guys for the first time, taking her together, doing things to her body that had never been done.
That look changed, person to person. For some it was pure abject lust. For others, it was more a sense of awe and wonder. With Lauren though…
With Lauren it had been all those things and more. She’d had an overwhelming sense of need, sure, but there was also this intense, deep-seeded desire. She wanted us, and in more ways than one.
We more than explored our physical connections — the chemistry between the three of us was beyond hot. But beyond the physical, there was an emotional connection there too. A comfort level that hadn’t been there with the others. Something that made us wants to stay with her. To spend every minute she had left in Vegas with her…
“She thrives on it, man,” Brody had insisted to me. “Just like we do. I know she’s never done it before, but it’s like… like…”
“Like she was made for us,” I’d finished for him, with a little laugh.
Brody had nodded solemnly. And I noticed he wasn’t laughing. He was in deep — so deep he confessed he’d almost asked her to lunch, even. And if I were being honest, I couldn’t even blame him. I understood fully.
She thrives on it, just like we do.
Our little system had been designed perfectly to avoid such attachments. We dealt only with tourists, never with the locals. Women who flew into Vegas for a week or so of fun, and who flew out with the unique experience of having had us both. There were no third dates. Ever. Never any time for feelings to develop…
I thought about these things as we settled into a cozy little seating area. Tao’s rooftop lounge was busy, but the noise of the dance floor reduced to a background hum. The glowing blue pool in the center was surrounded by tables and couches, lit by candles and flanked by standing arches draped with silk. The place was made even more breathtakingly beautiful when you considered the entire thing was open to the star-filled, desert sky.
“You getting hungry?” Brody asked our guest.
I watched her shift her weight for the umpteenth time. It was fun watching her squirm each time she sat down, trying to adjust the position of the sex toy we’d put inside her.
“Hungry for what?” Lauren asked slyly.