What Happens in Vegas - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  Lauren stopped before a door with no other doors nearby. She fumbled nervously around in her little hand-purse for a moment or two, until Corey reached in and pulled out the keycard for her.

  “Thanks,” she chuckled, as he inserted it into the lock.

  The little red light beeped three times before going green. There was a mechanical whir. The sound of electronics…

  Then the three of us pushed inside, as the heavy door swung closed behind us.

  Nine

  LAUREN

  “Holy shit…”

  I laughed out loud, as my two guests took in the length and breadth of our new surroundings. My sprawling, multi-level suite lit up automatically in stages, via the room’s motion sensors.

  And yes, it was pretty damned fucking impressive.

  “This whole thing is all yours?”

  “Uh huh,” I said, dropping my wristlet to a nearby table. “It’s a long story, though. And kind of a boring one, too.”

  “Three beds?” asked Brody, walking around. “No roommates?”

  “Nope. Just us.”

  They wandered through the living area, past the colorful, fully-stocked bar. Past the sunken living area, where Deanna had spilled an entire bottle of champagne that first night. The big glass doors leading out to the balcony were closed now. They still gave an amazing one-hundred eighty degree view over the shimmering, glimmering strip.

  “You’re rich,” smiled Corey, kicking off his shoes.

  “Oh, I am not rich,” I laughed.

  “Someone sure is,” he countered.

  I thought about Heather, who’d booked the suite for us. It wasn’t something any of us could ever afford, but she’d insisted on going big, and her stockbroker husband had insisted on paying for it.

  “We’re going to have fun here,” said Brody, moving toward me.

  Funny, that’s what Noelle said.

  “You’re going to have fun here…”

  He slid his arms around me, pulling me against him. I was still trembling a little. My legs still felt weak, from our time in the elevator.

  “We’re going to take care of you tonight,” he murmured, his hands busy somewhere behind me. “Just like our flyer says.”

  Deftly he undid my skirt, and I felt it drop to the floor. At the same time, I felt Corey slide in behind me. Two hands lifted my silken top… pulling it up, over my head. Unconsciously, I raised my arms to help them.

  “If there’s anything you want,” Brody whispered hotly. “All you have to do is ask for it.”

  My stomach churned as I watched them undress right in front of me. Brody undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one. Corey lifted his up and off, throwing it off to the side.

  “And if there’s anything you don’t want,” he smiled seductively, “you can tell us that too.”

  I heard the jangle of a belt buckle. The sound of jeans, falling to the floor. Brody’s hands slid to mine, closing my fingers over his belt. I pulled it through the belt-loops. Dropped it heavily at my own feet, before going for his zipper…

  Oh my God…

  Another arm slid around me, and this time a warm hand settled over the exposed flesh of my ass. I was standing there in my black thong panties. Matching lace bra. I still wore my thigh-highs, as well as my heels. I loved those pumps. I looked sexy as fuck in them.

  Very gently, Brody took both sides of my head in his hands. He pulled me forward, face to face, his lips brushing mine.

  “We’re here to please you Lauren,” he breathed. “We can do anything you want tonight. Everything…”

  He kissed me, rolling his lips against mine. Sliding his tongue past my teeth to explore my willing mouth, where I met him eagerly with my own.

  His hand cupped me gently, through my panties, and I gushed. There was no stopping anything now. No holding back.

  “But first,” Brody said, lightly breaking our kiss, “we have one final rule.”

  My stomach did a somersault. A rule? What rule? All of a sudden I could barely breathe.

  “You have to tell us you want this.”

  His eyes were light blue, the color of winter ice. But they smoldered with an inner fire as they bored into mine.

  “I want this…” I whispered, without hesitation.

  The hand cupping my sex went stiff, and I felt a finger brush me. It traveled upward, dragging along with tantalizing slowness.

  “Then you’ll get it,” Brody whispered.

  His palm went flat against my lower belly. I gasped as his fingertips pieced the waistband of my thong… and then plunged back downward, beneath the fabric.

  Holy… holy fuck…

  It was like being shot out of a cannon. My body surged with a rush of adrenaline as three strong fingers slid over my already-drenched pussy. The middle one curled inward, flicking over my button — sending all new waves of euphoria rushing upward, to my brain.

  I bit my lip so hard it actually hurt.

  Corey was still behind me, kissing me everywhere. He was dragging his lips down my neck, my shoulders… kissing his way ever downward, until his face was buried in the small of my back.

  Oh God.

  His hands moved to my ass, where he took his time, kneading it gently.

  “Sometimes we get carried away though,” Brody was saying. “It all depends on the woman. On how open and responsive she is…”

  Corey’s hands had turned to fingertips, and now he was running them down my legs. I shivered with pleasure as he dragged the pads of his fingers over the backs of my thighs, then past the hollow behind my knee. I quivered as they moved over the firmness of my tired calf muscles, still coiled from walking all day, and then standing in my four-inch heels.

  “On how much she enjoys certain things…”

  Corey’s fingers turned to hands again; two warm palms, sliding up the insides of my bare thighs. They inched their way upward, slowly, gradually. All while Brody continued kissing me… cupping me…

  “On how much she likes to—”

  … plunging two fingers inside me…

  “Get fucked?” I asked breathlessly.

  I had one hand on Brody’s broad, gorgeous chest. The other I slid downward, inside his boxers. I closed my fist around him for the first time and gasped at his thickness, at how incredibly hard and smooth he was.

  “I love to get fucked,” I told the both of them out loud.

  I couldn’t believe I was talking like this! It was as crazy as it was beautifully, gloriously liberating. But it just wasn’t… me.

  Are you sure?

  Truthfully, I wasn’t. It had been such a long time since I’d felt any sort of sexual freedom. So long since I’d been comfortable enough to speak like this, or let go like this, or to actually ask for something I wanted.

  Maybe this was me.

  Shit, maybe it had been me all along.

  “Believe me, I want this,” I said. “I need this…” Brody’s eyes flared as I squeezed him for emphasis. “What you’re about to do to me? Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “I want it all, every last ounce of it. Give me everything...”

  Now it was Brody’s body that stiffened with desire. I felt the muscles flex powerfully in his chest. His fingers plunged deeper, penetrating me fully as I squirmed beneath his touch.

  “You need this?” he grunted, his face lost in my hair. I could feel his lips, nibbling my earlobe. Driving me absolutely wild.

  “Yes!”

  “Then show us,” he said…

  And I sank to my knees.

  Ten

  LAUREN

  It was almost like a dream, sucking them both. Kneeling before these two beautiful men, sculpted as if made out of marble or stone. They looked more like the Greek gods you’d find in movies, or artwork — their bodies all lithe and strong and striated with muscle.

  “Mmmmmm…”

  I couldn’t help the noises I was making. I was kneeling on the carpet like a total slut — right in the spot where I’d first put my suitcase d
own almost a week ago. Kneeling before my two new lovers, with one hand on each of them. Sucking first one of their cocks… then the other.

  They took turns, pinning my face against their flat, rippled stomachs. Sifting my hair with their thick fingers, or pinning it back over my ears. They both liked to watch. That much was obvious. Every time I glanced upward I could see the lust in their eyes, as they stared hungrily down at everything I was doing to each of them.

  They let me go on devouring them, bringing them even thicker and harder, in the back of my throat. My pussy tingled as I imagined them inside me. I envisioned them fucking me, hard and deep, with my heels pinned back and my legs spread and my—

  “Which of these bedrooms is yours, angel?” Brody asked, still deep in my throat. “Or do you not have a preference?”

  I nodded over my right shoulder to the one I’d been using, my mouth already preoccupied.

  “We can defile you in all three of them if you want,” Corey added saucily. “Just say the word.”

  Yes please, the wicked little voice in my head laughed merrily.

  A minute later I was lifted from the floor — scooped up easily in Brody’s two strong arms. I rested my head against his chest as he carried me into the dimly-lit room and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced to a stop up near the nighttable, not far from their crumpled flyer I’d somehow made smooth again.

  Each of them reached out and took a foot. Together, they began unbuckling the straps on my heels.

  “I’m pretty sure you’ll be more comfortable this way,” winked Brody, tossing a shoe over his shoulder.

  I flexed my toes happily. There is a God.

  They stood there for a moment, naked and beautiful at the foot of my bed. One of them murmured something to the other, and the next thing I knew I was being yanked toward them by the ankles…

  And Corey was burying his face in my pussy…

  Ohhhhhh… Yessss!

  It had been ages. Years, at the very least. My hands slid down into his hair, my fingers curling into fists as Corey ran the flat of his tongue up and down through my dripping slit.

  Oh FUCK.

  And his tongue was everywhere. It was piercing me, penetrating me, rolling up to flutter the tip lightly over my clit. I pushed harder, to get him in deeper. I wanted to come so hard into his wet, willing mouth that I might drown him between my legs.

  “You still okay?”

  I turned and Brody was alongside me, kissing me deeply. Holding me with the two steel cables that were his arms, his grip strong, his touch serenely gentle.

  I nodded, moaning into his mouth as his hands went to my breasts. He unclasped my bra. Kissed and made out with me, before he dipped down with that blond-stubbled chin to take one of my nipples hotly between his full, tender lips.

  Down below, Corey had slipped a finger inside me. He was devouring me like a pro, fucking me with that one long digit while kissing and nibbling the tender skin around the hood of my clit.

  This is it, the little voice in my head screamed. You’re going to fuck them.

  Hell yeah I was. Nothing was going to possibly stop me.

  You’re going to fuck two guys, Lauren. TWO GUYS.

  I gasped out loud as Corey added another finger. “Ohhhhh…”

  Two hot guys at the same fucking time…

  My orgasm was building to inevitable levels. Gaining in size and momentum like a snowball hurtling down a mountain. I couldn’t wait for it to hit — for it to crash through that last barrier keeping me from my climax. The final obstacle preventing my body from seizing, my head from thrashing, my brain from being flooded by a sea of warm, liquid euphoria as I exploded all over Corey’s beautiful, handsome face.

  But that never happened.

  And that never happened because they abruptly stopped… and switched positions.

  Brody shifted on the bed, nudging forward to take his place between my legs. Only now he was kneeling. Kneeling and holding his big cock in one hand while rubbing it up and down through my swollen flower.

  “You ready?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. Corey held my head in his lap, making sure I watched as his friend pushed the head past my outer folds.

  Oh fuck… oh fuck…

  Making sure I got to see everything as his friend inched further still… until he was dragging the thick, mushroom-shaped head up and down through the shallows of my pussy.

  “Do it,” I breathed.

  Brody’s head tilted a few millimeters to the left. He was almost smirking.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Do it!” I said again. “Please!”

  I was literally throbbing around him. Dripping like honey all over the head of his pulsing, swollen manhood.

  “Brody please,” I begged. “I can’t—”

  It all happened in the span of a single heartbeat. Our eyes met, and I sucked in a quick gulp of air as Brody shoved himself home. He went deep… all the way deep. Penetrating me all the way to the hilt, burying himself fully inside me in a single, earth-shattering thrust.

  Oh my GOD…

  My eyes flared wide, then crossed, then slowly closed.

  When I finally opened them again I swore I saw stars.

  Eleven

  COREY

  Her body moved with a familiar, sensual rhythm, bouncing gently in my arms as Brody took her. It was a movement I’d seen many times before, in a variety of other beds. A movement I was always at either end of, at one time or another.

  But never staring down at a face this beautiful.

  I held her in my lap now, her blonde hair spilling down over my naked thighs with the softness of cornsilk. Her eyes were glossed over. Glazed with all new levels of carnality and lust. They shifted up to meet mine, and I saw recognition there. I saw want and desire.

  She craned her neck upward as I bent to kiss her. One hand slid around my neck for leverage, pulling me against her lips. Her tongue sought mine this time, even more hungrily than before. She kissed me like she needed me, and the feeling was more than mutual.

  I could tell she was in it for good now, lost in the moment. Totally given over to what was happening, and what we were about to do to her; mind, body, and soul.

  And damn, I was in it too.

  It wasn’t like us to get this excited. To reach a place where we were actually vying over who got to bed her first. For us, the fun was normally in the thrill of the chase. In the anticipation of her anticipation, in savoring that delicious moment when one of our flyer prospects pushed through the last of her inhibitions, led us up to her hotel room, and fell eagerly past the point of no return.

  But with Lauren…

  With Lauren it was wholly different. In fact, she was the one who made us nervous. Not only because she was smart and beautiful, but because she exuded a pure innocence without naiveté. She had this adorable need for closeness and intimacy — an empty space we longed to fulfill for her — but without the inevitable turnoffs of over-eagerness, or desperation.

  Not even kissing her felt the same. Beyond the passion and underlying excitement there was this strange… connection. A familiarity and attachment that I knew Brody sensed too. We’d done this so many times, but it was always sexual. Our fun had always been purely physical, frivolously enjoyed without any sort of emotional attachment because the women we were fucking were total strangers, and every one of them would be flying away in a matter of days.

  And yet…

  And yet just watching her, looking down into her eyes, I felt myself oddly drawn to her — in ways I hadn’t felt about any of the others. Mentally I began painting a picture of her life at home; alone, lonely, missing out on so many things for so long. I saw this as something she needed more than wanted. As something she were using to break out of a funk, or maybe a routine. Or perhaps as a catalyst to jump-start an all-new sex life, after having been celibate or miserable for so long.

  My speculations were silly, I knew. I was making assumptions purely on the handful of things she’d t
old us about herself. And yet, I knew certain things. I could read them in her eyes… feel them in the soulful way she was swirling her tongue through my mouth, while clutching my lips against hers…

  A tap on my shoulder brought my attention to Brody. He gave me an all-too familiar nod, and then we were switching places… and I was kneeling between her thighs, pressing myself against her entrance for the very first time.

  This isn’t how you normally start.

  No, it wasn’t. I liked to roll the girl onto her stomach, taking her from behind. Watching her body quiver as I grabbed her hips, pulled her against me, and pushed myself inside her with a sigh and a moan.

  But not with Lauren. For this very first time at least, I wanted to look into her eyes.

  I inched forward and she spread wider, her sexy thong still stretched obscenely off to one side. Her hands moved behind me eagerly, sliding over my ass, her fingernails digging into me with the cute little French manicure I imagined she’d gotten right before leaving New York, in preparation for her big trip to Vegas.

  And her eyes…

  Her shamrock green eyes were zeroed in on mine. They were locked there, kept there, as if she couldn’t look away. Something passed between us — some sort of primal excitement. A preservation of the penultimate moment, as we came to some secret, mutual understanding.

  Then she smiled and sighed… as I finally sank all the way into her.

  It felt unbelievably tight. Impossibly warm and wet. Hooking her legs over my shoulders I went at it hard and fast, pumping her again and again until tears of joy were streaming down both sides of her face.

  Not even a minute later she exploded spectacularly, all over my hard, thrusting cock…

  Twelve

  LAUREN

  It was like a dam somewhere deep inside me, finally breaking. A delirious rush of pleasure mixed with the overwhelming relief of pent-up release, all rushing through my body at once.