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What Happens In Vegas.... Doesn't Always Stay There Page 10
Author: Terry Towers

Rubbing her eyes she sat up and looked around the room, coming up empty. She glanced at the alarm clock beside her – it read 2:30pm.

Damn. She would have been shocked to see how late in the afternoon it was had they not spent well into the night taking and receiving pleasure from each other.

She was tempted to go back to sleep, but the sound of movement in the next room made her change her mind. Wasn’t one of men’s favourite things a spontaneous blow job? Her smile widened. Considering what he’d made her feel the previous night – over and over, and in several rooms of the suite – she figured it was the least she could do.

Sliding from the bed, she raised her hands high above her head and stretched. The pull of her muscles felt divine, helping to wake her from her sleepy state. She made her way across the bedroom when it occurred to her she may have morning breath. Turning back, she scurried across the room and into the room’s private bathroom to give her teeth a quick brush and freshen up.

Once she was satisfied she was refreshed and presentable, she padded her way across the bedroom and to the closed door. She was tempted to toss on his t-shirt over her naked body, but dismissed the idea. She didn’t feel the shy awkwardness she was scared of feeling being in front of him naked the previous night. She felt confident and secure with herself again and it felt damned good. Maybe there was something with these one-night stands?

Opening the door, she wandered into the main room to come up empty. She found him in the kitchen. He was leaned over the counter, his back to her, his laptop open and reading something on the small glowing screen. He was wearing grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips, but his torso was bare. The muscles in his back flexed as he shifted position. He was beautiful. How she got so lucky to catch the eye of a man like him she didn’t know, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to question it.

“Afternoon.” She crossed the room as he turned in the direction of her voice.

A peculiar expression crossed his handsome features as he spotted her. “Afternoon.”

Reaching him, she pressed her palm to his cheek and raised herself onto her tiptoes, claiming his lips with hers. He was hesitant to respond, but her lips were insistent, her tongue tracing his lower lips, taunting him, urging him to respond.

She pressed her body flush against him, her naked breasts crushing against his vast expanse of his chest. The contact seemed to be what he needed to spur into action. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her groin tight to his. She moaned against his lips as his cock rapidly expanded against her stomach.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his bottoms, she gave them a quick tug and pulled them down over his hips and let them drop to the floor. His kiss felt different this afternoon, more hesitant and reserved. She pulled her lips from his to look up into his eyes – they burned with the fire she remembered from the previous evening. The heated look he was giving her caused a stirring between her legs and a yearning to have him fill her again.

“As soon as I woke up all I could think about was sucking your beautiful cock.” She couldn’t believe the words that were coming from her mouth, but he’d brought out something wild within her last night that she didn’t want to give up, not yet anyhow.

“Ummm. Listen, I –” She covered his lips with hers once more, cutting him off. This time he kissed her back, the hesitation in his kiss gone as their tongues dueled.

“Don’t talk. It’s my turn to make you feel good.” She kept her eyes locked to his blue depths as she slid to her knees before him.

“But –”

She took his erection in her hand and he groaned his pleasure at her touch as she began to stroke him.

“Listen. I just –”

Ignoring him, she lowered her lips to the tip of his shaft and circled around the circumference. He gripped the edge of the countertop, hissing the word “fuck” through gritted teeth. Smiling, she cupped his balls in her hand and ran the tip of her tongue along the left side of him and then back up the right. By the time she reached the tip again, a small pebble of pre-cum had formed there. Her tongue lashed at the pre-cum before she took the head into her mouth.

Gently massaging his balls, she began to moving up and down on him, her tongue swirling around him as she moved. He was a little too large to be able to take into her mouth fully so she used her free hand to move in union with her mouth, covering him completely.

He began to lightly buck against her mouth, as he groaned again. “But… ah shit, that feels good.”

She smiled and moaned softly, sending vibrations through him as she doubled her efforts on him – increasing her speed and firming her grip on the base of his shaft. He in turn began bucking against her mouth hard – faster, keeping tempo with her, until they were working in harmony, bringing him rapidly to his point of no return.

“Oh fuck. I’m going –” he couldn’t get the words out. His cock thickened to its fullest potential as his balls tightened in her hand. She moaned again, eager to taste him fully.

Her wait wasn’t long. He groaned loudly as his cock throbbed and he shot a stream of his seed into her awaiting lips. She eagerly lapped up his salty cum, licking the tip and ensuring she didn’t miss a single drop of him.

His body slumped against the counter as she released him from her lips and slowly stood, wiping her lips with her thumb and licking the drop off.

He opened his eyes and their gazes locked, but something didn’t seem right.

“Dane –” her brow furrowed when her eyes took notice of a two-inch scar along the left side of his jaw. “My God!” she fingered the scar, tracing the length of it. “I never noticed that last night.”

“That’s because I don’t have a scar,” an all-too-familiar voice stated from behind her.

~*~*~*~*~

~ Dane ~

Dane wasn’t sure what to think or feel when he walked into the kitchen to see Genevieve on her knees sucking off his twin brother. He could have stopped it, but he found himself frozen in his tracks as he watched, his dick getting hard at the vision. She looked so damned beautiful knelt before Graham, worshiping his cock, and he had to admit the sight was fucking hot. It was like watching a porno replay of the previous evening.

He and his brother had never shared a woman before, and had a strict rule about never dating exes of each other, but in this situation here in Las Vegas, those rules and lines seemed blurred.

They’d only ever dated the same girl once and it turned out bad for all involved, driving a wedge between the brothers that had taken some time to close. He continued to watch, aching to reach his hand into his pants and begin jacking off, but he refrained.

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