What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There

by Terry Towers

  wouldn’t see how anxious she was. Neither spoke as she undid his pants, hooked her thumbs into

  the waistband of both his pants and briefs and gave them a tug. The garments slid down his

  powerful thighs to the floor, exposing his thick length to her.

  She licked at her lower lip as she looked down. He was large. Much larger than she’d become

  accustomed to and slightly intimidating. She felt like a damned virgin again.

  Dane hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face so her eyes met his. He lowered his

  mouth to hers while undoing her bra, letting it fall down to the floor and ridding her of her

  panties, leaving her completely exposed to him.

  He pulled her tight to him, his rock hard shaft pressing against her bare stomach. Opening the

  shower stall door, he backed her up until the warm water beat down onto her back. As the water

  began to beat down upon their heads and bodies, it turned pink, taking with it the sticky juice and filling the stall with its fruity smell.

  Dane reached over her shoulder and squirted a dollop of shampoo into his palm and then

  spun her around so her back was to his chest, with his cock prodding at her bottom. It was

  distracting and Genevieve couldn’t stop her body from rubbing back against him, tempting his

  rod. His sharp intake of breath from her rubbing against him made her smile; at least she wasn’t

  the only one fighting to keep control.

  “I’m not going to be able to get this juice out of your hair if you keep teasing, baby.” His

  hands began to massage the shampoo into her hair.

  “Sorry.”

  She wasn’t.

  It felt incredible; he seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to soothe her

  nervousness and increase her arousal. She never imagined having a man shampoo her hair could

  be so arousing, but then again the feel of his cock pressing against her bottom was adding greatly to her need for him.

  “I don’t think you are.” His lips were once more teasing her neck.

  Closing her eyes she laid her head against his chest and savoured the waves of pleasure he

  was sending through her. She heard a soft squirting sound and then came the feel of a washcloth

  on her stomach. Lifting her hands over her head, she locked her hands behind his neck,

  stretching up and back against him, granting him unrestricted access to explore her body with the sudsy cloth.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Dane ~

  Taking things slow was becoming excruciatingly hard. All he needed to do was bend her

  forward and her beautiful pink pussy would be exposed for him to take. It was taking every

  ounce of strength within him to keep from doing just that. If Genevieve were some random

  woman he’d picked up at a bar that’s exactly how this scenario would go down. Either that or

  he’d have her on her knees worshipping his member with her mouth.

  But he sensed her vulnerability and inexperience. And a part of him wanted to savour this

  first experience with her. He usually never planned for a second time, but he knew there would

  be with her. Hoped anyhow.

  Dane slid the washcloth up her body until he reached her collarbone and then began to work

  his way down. His caress of her breasts through the cloth rewarded him with a soft whimper. Her

  nipples hardened to tight peaks as the coarse cloth caressed first one then the other.

  “Oh, God. Ummm.” Genevieve lowered one hand from his neck and reached behind her

  grasping his cock. Just the feel of her small, soft hand caressing him was putting him on edge.

  He moved the cloth lower, slowly over her stomach scrubbing in tight, soft circles. Her body

  moved and bucked against his hand and washcloth. Her soft moans became louder the closer he

  got to the apex between her legs. He paused as his hand and cloth reached her mound.

  “Please!” Her voice was a soft, seductive whisper and all the urging he needed. He dropped

  the cloth to the shower floor and cupped her mound. Her hand tightened on his shaft and she

  began to stroke him harder, faster, milking his cock with expert ease that he didn’t think she had in her.

  “Oh fuck, Ginny. You’re driving me wild.” He parted her sweet, soft folds and swept two

  fingers along her slit, pausing at her clit and swirling his index finger around it until she was moaning so loudly he was sure the people in the adjacent suite could hear her. The idea only

  turned him on more.

  Her hand moved faster on him, as he dipped two fingers into her needy core. She was so

  damned tight, it made him wonder if she even had sex with her fiancé. The muscles in her pussy

  clenched around his intruding fingers. Oh how good it would feel around his dick.

  Genevieve’s hand was like heaven wrapped around him. If she kept it up he’d be putty in her

  hands, embarrassing himself and disappointing her. Certainly not what he had envisioned for the

  night with her.

  He brushed his lips along the side of her swanlike neck until he reached her ear. “Turn

  around.”

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  “Turn around,” his deep voice flowed over her like honey and her body quivered.

  When he removed his fingers from her, she whimpered her protest. She was coming close

  and she knew by the way his cock had swollen and throbbed in her hand that he was as well.

  Why was he stopping it?

  “Oh Dane. Why?” She turned in his arms and just as the question came from her lips, she was

  hoisted onto his hips, carried to the corner of the stall and seated on the narrow ledge.

  He slipped a hand into her locks and grasped the back of her head as his lips came crashing

  down onto hers. His lips and tongue demanded her submission and she happily gave in to him,

  enjoying the taste of beer on his lips.

  “I need to taste you,” Dane groaned, removing his lips from hers and beginning to trail a

  string of kisses down the side of her neck and along her collarbone.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders as his head dipped down and his mouth captured her left

  nipple, while his hand palmed her other breast. His tongue swirled her nipple and then nipped

  gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her to intensify the throbbing between her legs.

  “Oh fuck, I need you! Please!”

  She grasped his dick and began pumping him, hoping to entice him to relieve the growing

  hunger within her. He groaned, releasing her nipple and looking up to meet her gaze. His blue

  eyes had a feral hunger within them, so intense she nearly came just from the look.

  “You’re incredible Ginny. Damn, so incredible!” He dropped to his knees between her legs.

  Realizing what he intended to do, she attempted to close her legs. When he looked up at her

  with questions in his eyes she couldn’t meet his gaze. He rose to his feet and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  God, this is embarrassing! How can I tell him? She took in a deep breath and slowly released it.

  “I’ve. I mean. I never…”

  “You’ve never what?”

  “Never had anyone do that before.”

  His mouth slowly began to drop, his eyes taking on a look of disbelief. “Never?”

  She shook her head. “Alex didn’t like –”

  A low growl erupted from the back of his throat as he cut her off with his kiss on hers. “The

  man was a fucking idiot. It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing.”

  Genevieve gripped his
shoulder as he crouched back down and forced her legs wide,

  exposing her fully to him. His lips began at her knee and slowly made their way along her inner

  thigh toward the apex between her legs. The wait for his lips to reach their destination was true agony.

  “Oh dammit Dane. Please, please please!”

  His hand cupped her mound and gently massaged her. She squirmed against his hand. His

  fingers, his tongue, his cock; she didn’t care which he used, but she needed to be filled by him

  any way he was willing to give it to her.

  “Your begging sounds so good, baby.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers and a tremor rocked

  through her body at the intensity of his stare.

  “Please.” The ache between her legs was making her desperate, she’d do anything to find the

  relief her body needed.

  “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

  “I want you to…” She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat; why couldn’t she say

  it? Maybe because she’d never been asked to. Because Alex fucked her the way he wanted to

  without much regard to what she liked and wanted.

  “Tell me. I’ll give you anything you want.”

  “I want your mouth on me. I want you fucking me with your tongue.”

  A grin spread across his lips, satisfaction in his eyes. “Good girl.” He spread her pussy lips

  and ran his tongue along the length of her slit.

  “Oh my God!” Her fingernails dug into the tight muscles of his shoulder blades as he ran his

  tongue along the length of her a second time. Oh, it felt so good. Who’d have thought his tongue

  could feel so amazing?

  She wanted to let her head fall back and enjoy the sensations, but watching him was too

  arousing. It was no wonder men loved seeing women between their legs, it was so fucking erotic

  that it was almost making her cum just watching and his tongue hadn’t even entered her yet.

  He ran his tongue along her a third time, flicking her swollen nub with the tip until she cried

  out and bucked against his mouth.

  “Please, please, please. I need it. I need it so bad,” she cried out.

  “Yes ma’am.” He probed at her entrance with the tip of his tongue, barely breaching her.

  “Damn, you taste amazing,” he murmured before thrusting his tongue fully into her.

  She cried out, bucking wildly against his mouth, thankful his rock hard body was keeping her

  secure on the ledge. Her left hand left his shoulder to bury itself in his hair, pressing his mouth tighter to her.

  “Close, so close.” Her entire body was trembling, as it prepared for release. Closing her eyes

  she allowed her head to fall back against the cool wet tile behind her and savour the sensations

  his skilled tongue was provoking within her.

  He added the torment of his thumb, stroking her clit to the delicious torture of his tongue and

  it became her undoing. She cried out loudly as her body trembled, her pussy tightened around his

  intruding tongue and then released with a gush of her juices. But he wasn’t done with her. He

  continued his torment, making her body erupt over him twice more, before allowing her the

  luxury of coming down from her high.

  She was panting hard, her chest heaving as Dane rose to his feet to stand before her. Opening

  her eyes she stared up at him and her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare. He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.

  Chapter 5

  ~ Genevieve ~

  Genevieve awoke with a huge smile on her face for a couple of reasons. First, she now

  realized the sex hadn’t been mediocre with Alex, it had been horrible. And second, it had nothing to do with her inexperience and everything with his lack of creativity and passion in bed. They

  simply hadn’t been right for each other and she realized he’d done her a huge favour leaving her

  before the wedding. To quote Dane, he’d done her a solid.

  “Dane,” she murmured his name as she reached beside her in bed, but came up empty.

  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.