What Happens in Vegas - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  One of the fingers inside me curled upward, directly into my G-spot. My eyes closed halfway.

  “Maybe I need someone from back home,” said Mason. “A New York woman. Someone real and not plastic. Someone who…”

  The rest of his sentence was lost to me, as Corey dragged his thumb over my clit. My whole body jumped. My ass melted backward into Brody’s lap.

  “Maybe…” I gasped.

  Mason stopped talking altogether and started watching. For a few moments, it felt weird. Like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to see. Then Brody’s bulge was suddenly pressing into the small of my back. My head lolled back and I could feel the heat of Corey’s mouth, kissing my bare shoulder.

  Oh God…

  After that, everything around me just started melting away.

  This is crazy.

  My brain and my body began this insane tug-of-war. On one hand the voice of reason wanted me to stop, or at least move the party somewhere more private. But on the other…

  On the other was the voice in my head, laughing its ass off.

  You’re naked in a hot tub in the middle of the desert, it cackled loudly. Flanked by a pair of strippers and a movie star. What did you think was going to happen?

  I didn’t know. All I knew was the pleasure of Brody’s fingers, swirling inside me. The feel of his hand on my hip, guiding me ever closer to what felt like a railroad spike jutting into my back.

  Ohhhhh…

  It would be so easy, to sink down on it. To just impale myself right there in the churning, frothy waters… looking out over the oddly romantic expanse of the bleak, desert moonscape.

  To just fuck him. To fuck the both of them…

  Right there in front of Mason.

  Holy shit.

  Then, suddenly, the decision was made for me.

  “Sorry to call it an early night,” Corey said abruptly, “but we’re taking our girlfriend to bed now.”

  He reached out and grabbed a small stack of towels. Then he and Brody rose up together, stepping into the cold night air and drying their steaming bodies while I couldn’t help but stare.

  Mason looked on, casually sipping his beer. There was disappointment in his eyes. And something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  “You coming?” Brody asked me.

  I was still in the tub. Loathe to get up and feel the cold blast my body with its icy numbness. Eventually I did though, shivering my way down the steps until my two lovers wrapped me in a towel and patted me dry, head to foot.

  Mason was still watching. Still leaning over the edge of the tub, to drop his empty in the cooler and take another one. His eyes were on my near-naked body, but that was alright. Somehow it was more than okay.

  “Why don’t you give him a little kiss goodnight?”

  I looked back at Corey, a little dumbstruck. But he and Brody were all smiles.

  “Go ahead,” he said, nodding toward Mason. “It’s all good.”

  It could’ve been the cold, or the beer, or maybe it was just because it was my last night in Vegas. Whatever the reason, I didn’t even hesitate. I walked right over to the edge of the hot tub, took Mason by back of the head…

  And kissed him long and hard.

  MMMmmmmm…

  It was a deliciously hot kiss, long and soulful and totally self-indulgent. The kind of kiss that moved mountains. The sort of kiss that ended movies.

  Oh wow…

  Mason kissed me back, holding my face delicately in one perfect hand. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I didn’t even flinch. I didn’t stop or slow down or even think about the other guys, watching the whole thing unfold somewhere over my shoulder.

  Holy fuck.

  Our mouths moved, our lips churned. It was a single kiss, but it went on forever. As if the both of us knew the magic was over the very moment we broke it.

  When we finally did, it was almost tragic. Our faces drifted slowly away from each other, but our eyes remained locked.

  “Say goodnight now Lauren,” I heard Brody chuckle. Corey had already opened the door to the house. The air streaming out from the inside was warm and inviting.

  “Goodnight,” I managed to breathe, adding a smile. “And… thanks for tonight.”

  Mason spun the cap off another bottle of beer and grinned. As he settled beneath the water again, he brought it to his lips and gave me a wink.

  It was a wink of pure trouble.

  Thirty-Two

  LAUREN

  I fucked them loudly, shamelessly. Screwing my body back and forth between them, without any regard for anything other than to get the three of us off.

  The bedroom we’d picked was the master. I was face-down on the strange new sheets, with Corey riding my ass into the bed. His cock was buried so deep in my pussy I wanted to scream.

  “Please… more…”

  He started his movements again. Plunging in and out of me, screwing me hard into the mattress while Brody held my face in both hands. He stood by the edge of the bed, feeding me his cock. Holding me steady while his friend continued to fuck me, back arched, head up… my hair pinned back into Corey’s tightly clenched fist.

  Oh God it feels… it feels like…

  I never imagined I would love having my hair pulled this much. In all the years of my marriage, through all the things we’d tried… I couldn’t believe we’d missed this one simple, stupid little thing.

  My eyes rolled back, my mind slipping away to that special new happy place. It was a place I couldn’t find on my own. A place no girl could really, unless she was being double-teamed, spitroasted hotly from each end.

  But no matter how hard I screwed back at them, they wouldn’t let me come.

  “Please,” I begged again. “I… can’t…”

  Every time I got close, they pulled away. Every time my euphoria crested like a rising wave, they backed instantly off. They knew exactly when to stop fucking me. When to switch places, or trade off, or have one of them go down on me while the other kissed me into oblivion.

  I squirmed deep into the coolness of the silken sheets, as my lovers took turns dragging their tongue over every inch of my body. They were kissing me, tasting me. Worshiping me…

  And oh my fucking God, I loved it.

  But already they knew me too well. They knew what turned me on past the point of no return. Knew exactly what depth, what angles of penetration, would cause me to explode uncontrollably into a shaking, quivering mess.

  And they kept those things from me.

  I tried hiding my excitement, to lure them into finishing me off. I tried stifling my cries and whimpers, to conceal my rising arousal. But they knew anyway. They fucked me and used me and made me do anything and everything to them… yet every time I came close to an orgasm, they knew exactly when to pull the plug.

  It got frustrating. I got angry. I started grabbing at them, clawing them into me. I tried making them make me come. In the end the whole thing only turned me on even more. Made me even more desperate for my own release, to the point where I was reaching down with my own fingers…

  But they only laughed and pushed my hands away.

  It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was the pinnacle of exasperation, walking the razor thin edge between screaming in resentment or exploding with happiness.

  “Make me come,” I gasped, finally letting everything go. “Please… Please make me—”

  “But we told you already,” said Corey. “The second date is for us, not you.”

  “Yes…” I gasped. “But…”

  I was past game-playing, now. Well beyond fighting. They’d broken me. They’d broken me all the way down.

  “I’ll do anything,” I gasped, my body going limp.

  Just in front of me, Brody squatted to my level. He tilted my face upward and raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”

  I felt my throat constrict, and a flutter in my tummy. But I slowly nodded.

  “Anything we—”

  “Yes,” I brea
thed. “Anything you want.”

  Brody looked up with a nod, and Corey began fucking me again. His strokes were deep and gratifying. Every time he bottomed out, he squeezed my ass tightly in his big palms.

  “I really think you would do anything,” said Brody, his face inches from mine. He was holding me by my chin. Staring right through me with those Scandinavian blue eyes.

  “You’d take whatever we gave you,” he continued tersely. “Whoever we gave you.”

  I was only half-listening. Too busy focusing on the building euphoria of being so thoroughly, deeply fucked.

  “We’re barely enough for you,” Brody growled, trailing his fingers sensually over my lips. “You could take us twice each, and still want more. Three times in a night, and still need—”

  “Yes, yes!” I moaned, chewing on the thumb he offered. I was lost in lust now. Totally out of it. “Oh GOD yes…”

  “I could drag Mason in here right now,” he growled without stopping, “and I bet you’d fuck him too.”

  The sentence lingered in the warmth of the dimly lit bedroom. Hung thickly on the air like the cloying scent of sex.

  All at once, Corey stopped pumping me. He leaned over my back, fully inside me, and put his lips right up against my ear.

  “Is that right?” he whispered.

  I exhaled a long, shuddering breath. I could barely draw a new one.

  “You said you’d do anything…” he whispered hotly. Then, after a pause: “Would you really fuck him?””

  I tried to swallow but it was impossible. I could feel my heart drumming away behind my ribs, like a frightened jackrabbit.

  “Forget it,” said Brody, letting go of my face. His voice was impassive now. “She obviously didn’t mean what she said. She’d never—”

  “Go and get him.”

  It was like someone else was beside me, saying the words. Speaking them for me, because there’s no possible way I—

  “Really?”

  Corey’s fingers flexed. They dug exquisitely into my flesh as he began pumping me again, with slow, steady strokes.

  “Yes,” I nodded, finally able to swallow. “Really.”

  My body shook. My legs trembled. But nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, compared to the wave of heat and arousal that washed over me at the thought of screwing a third gorgeous lover…

  Lauren! You can’t actually be—

  “If you do this, you’re doing it for yourself,” said Brody. He was back now, kneeling before me. “No one’s ordering you. Understand?”

  I nodded, bouncing gently before him. Staring up at him, while his friend continued working me from behind. Brody leaned in and kissed me, sliding his tongue past my lips. He made out with me slowly. Tenderly…

  “Do you still want him?”

  I let out a little whimper, as Corey continued his tantalizingly slow push and pull. I pictured Mason’s gorgeous face, smirking back at me from the hot tub. All blue eyes and high cheekbones. Big, strong arms. A wide, yummy-looking chest…

  “Yes,” I whispered into my lover’s mouth. “I want him.”

  He nodded at Corey, and together they stopped. I was still confused when Brody lifted me from the bed and set me down on two shaky legs.

  “Then go get him,” he said, pointing to the bedroom door.

  Thirty-Three

  LAUREN

  Mason was sprawled out on the couch in a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a T-shirt, watching television. He had the remote in one hand. A empty bottle of beer dangled from the other, twirling between his fingers.

  When he looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, the look on his face was priceless.

  “Holy shit.”

  I strutted his way, totally naked. Overly-emphasizing the swing of my hips as I crossed the room and climbed into his lap.

  He knew enough not to say anything. I shushed him with a finger to his lips anyway. Speaking might break the spell, and I did not want the spell broken. I took the remote from his hand and turned off the television…

  Then I dropped my face to his, and kissed him like I had in the hot tub.

  Holy fuck, Lauren…

  Mason dropped the empty bottle and slid his hands to my body. They were warm and smooth. Totally well manicured as they roamed ever upward, gliding over my breasts, his palms brushing the tips of my nipples and causing them to stiffen like pencil erasers.

  Are we really doing this?

  Yes. Yes we were. And since we were going to do it, we were going to enjoy it wholeheartedly. No guilt, no pressure, just pure unadulterated enjoyment.

  Now where have you heard that before?

  I drove all other thoughts away as I pulled his shirt over his head. I kissed my way down his luscious chest, lingering at his nipples. Tracing them in slow circles, before dragging my tongue down over every last ridge of his hard, flat stomach.

  His body was amazing. So lithe and smooth and beautiful. I felt his hands slide over my ears, sifting their way through my hair as I dropped to the floor between his legs and yanked his shorts down.

  HOLY SHIT.

  His cock was long and smooth — just like he was. It almost didn’t look real. Almost a little too perfect as I grabbed it around the base, licked my lips, and guided it to my mouth.

  When it slid all the way down my throat he groaned my name out loud

  “Lauren…”

  I gave his balls a gentle squeeze as my own little wordless response. Then I began blowing him, in all the sluttiest ways imaginable.

  “Ohhh fuck.”

  I was spitting all over his beautiful cock. Scratching his thighs with my fingernails. Licking my way up and down the length of his shaft, making eye contact the whole time. In short, I was pulling out all the stops. Trying to make it good for him.

  In a way though, I was also overcompensating. What I was doing was so far from the norm, I realized I was running full-tilt in the opposite direction. That part was scary. Liberating. Totally wild, all at the same time. But it seemed the more I did, the more comfortable I became. The harder I went, the less I actually thought about it…

  And the more I enjoyed it for what it was.

  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?

  I stopped myself short, to enjoy the moment. To keep from trying to rationalize everything, and just roll with what was happening to my body. Besides, it was too late now — what was done was done. I couldn’t unfuck anyone, could I?

  Not that I would…