The water turns cold while our tongues continue to tangle. I stand up with her still attached to me.
“Is it time to ride the train?” She giggles while she clings to me as I walk from the bathroom to the bedroom. I go right to the bed and slowly lower her onto it. The rose pedals stick to her wet skin.
I wrap a fist around myself while I look down at her. She leans back against the pillows, watching me stroke my cock. She spreads her legs and runs her hands up to her nipples and starts to play with them. She has zero inhibitions, and there is not a shy bone in Lexi’s luscious body. She doesn’t try to hide anything; she just embraces everything that comes her way, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
“Do you want to watch as I touch myself, Bradley?” she asks, trailing one hand slowly down the center of her body to her landing strip. Her fingers stroke her clit and then disappear inside of her.
She starts to squirm as she plays with herself and watches me. She drags the wetness from the opening to her clit and focuses her efforts there. She’s panting and grinding on her hand when she looks up at me and whimpers, “I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
I put one knee on the bed and crawl to her. My fingers join hers to make sure she’s nice and wet so I can push into her without hurting her. My finger moves in and out of her as hers play with her clit. I lean down to take a nipple into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed and she moans when I suck her nipple and then bite it lightly.
“Please.” She pleads with me.
I kiss her other breast while our fingers continue to play. “Fuck,” I groan at the tightness I feel when I enter her with two fingers. Pumping into her a few more times, she comes on my fingers, and I let her ride it out before I pull my fingers out. I run the head of my cock through her soaked slit, getting it nice and wet. I tap the tip against her clit, and she bucks and mewls. I go back to rubbing my cock along her pussy, pushing the tip slightly into her and then pulling it out to press it against her clit. She is grinding against my cock, and the tease is working us both up.
She locks her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass to get me to push in, and it’s taking all my restraint to stop myself from just pounding into her.
“Bradley, fuck...please,” she begs, practically thrashing beneath me.
“Easy there, love,” I say, and we’re both taken a bit by surprise when I slide through her wetness, planting myself all the way inside of her. Jesus. Fucking heaven. This is what fucking heaven feels like. Wet, tight, hot, and silky soft, it’s everything I thought it would be and so much more because it’s Lexi.
I grab her knees, draping them over my forearms, and then I start to move. Slow glides at first, I work us into a rhythm that she meets thrust for thrust. Her hand moves between her legs to play with her clit. She’s so fucking hot. She owns her pleasure and isn’t afraid to do what she needs to get herself there. “Jesus, baby, I can feel you starting to get tighter.”
She just moans in reply while she watches my cock and her hand. “Harder,” she demands, raising her hips to meet my strokes. The sounds of our breathing, our noises, and our bodies slapping together fill the room. “Oh, God, Bradley, you feel so good,” she says as her hand moves faster.
“Fuck, so do you,” I say between clenched teeth. “Your pussy is perfect, like it was made for me.” My balls start to tighten just as she moans a warning that she’s coming.
A warning wasn’t necessary because her pussy is practically strangling my cock, it’s clamped down so tightly on me. My spine starts to tingle as she explodes around me, squeezing me even tighter. Between that and the fact that she’s so hot and so wet, I feel electricity race up my shaft as I plant myself inside of her and cum harder than I’ve ever done in my life.
I collapse on her, trying not to give her all of my weight, but her legs and arms tighten around me. She kisses my neck softly. “That was all right, Fitch.”
I lean up on my elbow. “All right? You’re kidding, right?” I watch her blue eyes go soft. I see the pink on her cheeks and her smile stretching across her lips.
“Okay, calm down there, big guy. It was so good.” She bats her eyes and tells me, “You’re so big, such a big boy.” Then she starts to giggle. “Is that better?” she asks through her laughter.
I pull out of her and get up to go clean myself off and bring a washcloth back for her. She puts her hand out for the cloth, and I hand it to her, but she gets up and goes to the bathroom, closing the door.
“You can’t get shy now, Lexi. I’ve been all up in that,” I say to the door.
She opens it and walks back to the bed naked.
“Easy there, big guy,” she says, sliding under the covers. “I’m not sure about you, but I need a nap. I’m totally spent after all those orgasms.” She flips the pillows over, getting herself settled in the bed. Rose petals fly all over the place.
I slide into my side, but I don’t stay there. I move to the middle of the bed and drag her to me. We fall asleep with her head on my shoulder and her legs thrown over my hips.
Chapter Nine
Lexi
I don’t know how long we sleep, but when I wake up I’m cocooned in the heat that is Bradley.
I don’t want to wake him, so I don’t move. I think back to the afternoon. I knew it was going to be incredible, that he would rock my world. But what I wasn’t prepared for was the fact that he has ruined me for any other man. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have sex with anyone else.
I wonder if I can become a nun. Well, it would have to be a nun who masturbates, because there is no way I’m giving up having orgasms.
He played my body like it was a fucking fiddle and he was Charlie Daniels. I’m shocked at the things he made it do—things it’s never done before, things I didn’t even know it could do.
“Faker.” I hear his raspy voice whisper in my ear.
I’m on my back, and his big, warm body is pinning me down with the weight of his arm wrapped around me and his legs tangled with mine. “I didn’t want to wake you, but since you’re up,” I say, rolling out of his embrace, “I need to pee.” I run to the bathroom while he chuckles.
Making my way back to bed, I’m distracted by the dining table and stop at it to eat a strawberry. “I’m starving,” I tell him, listening as he gets out of bed and walks over. He looks like a Greek god.
“We can go out to eat,” he says, eating a strawberry. “Where do you want to go?” he asks as he sits down and pulls me onto his lap.
“Oh! Let’s go have chicken wings and pizza,” I say, grabbing a strawberry and feeding it to him. “We can walk down the strip.” I eat the rest of the strawberry. “What time is it, anyway?”
He looks around, seeing the clock in the corner. “Almost ten.”
I get off his lap and walk back into the bathroom and begin rummaging through the clothes that we bought.
“So it’s casual night, right?” I ask, bending over, grabbing a thong and jeans.
“Not if you keep doing that,” he says from the doorway.
“Go away and get dressed, or I’m leaving without you.” I shoo him away, getting dressed in my tight, ripped blue jeans and a loose, black tank top that plunges into a deep vee. I grab my lace-up gladiator sandals and put them on. “Should I bring a jacket?” I yell across the room.
He comes out of his bathroom dressed in black jeans, a black, long-sleeved shirt pulled up to the elbows, and his black watch on his wrist. He hasn’t shaved, so he’s got a little bit of scruff on his face. He looks like he models for GQ.
“Look at you all smoking hot.” I whistle at him and watch him smile at me. “You ready to go?”
“I found a restaurant in the Aria. You mind walking?” He comes over to me and kisses me on the neck.
“Let’s go before I forget that the last time we ate was this morning.” We walk out of the room, holding hands all the way to the lobby and out the front doors.
Our hands get separated, so he pulls me t
o him, laying his arm along the back of my shoulders while we walk down the sidewalk. The fountain show starts just as we are passing it. “Oh, I love this song,” I say, and he stops at the railing, caging me in between his arms in front of him as he stands behind me. I lean back on him, resting my head on his shoulder against his neck.
We watch until the show comes to an end and as people start clapping and walking away, I ask, “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” I look up at him to see him looking at me with a mischievous grin on his face. He puts his arm around my shoulders. “That’s not the only beautiful thing I see right here.” He pulls me closer and kisses the side of my head.
“Oh, look at you being all sweet,” I say, reaching my hand up to hold his that is draped over my shoulder. I lean in to whisper in his ear, “No need to woo me, though, Bradley. I’m a sure thing.” I wink at him as we stop at the corner and wait for the signal to cross the street.
Once we get to the other side, a man stands in the middle of the sidewalk, handing out cards to passersby. He reaches to hand one to Bradley, but I get there first. “Oh! Are these call girls?” I ask excitedly, grabbing the card from him before Bradley can. I look down at the card and then back up at Bradley and smile as I tell him, “Look! It’s a special! Two for forty-nine ninety-nine. Chlamydia prescription included.” I laugh at my own joke.
We continue on our way to the Aria, walking together and pointing out the sights to each other. We stop in front of The Cosmopolitan Hotel to check out the women dancing in the window for a few moments before we start walking again. After a couple minutes more of walking, we finally make it to the restaurant and are ushered to a table for two.
“Can we sit over there?” Bradley asks the hostess, pointing to a table of four.
She smiles and changes our table. I’m about to sit in front of him when he pulls out the chair in the corner. I sit in it, assuming he is going to sit in front of me, but he sits right beside me.
“What are you doing?” I ask him while I watch as he picks up the menu and scans it over.
“I want to sit next to you.” He doesn’t look up while he answers me, and I know it’s silly, but it makes my heart pitter-patter. I shake my head and remind myself that this is a one-week vacation fling. I get him for seven days, and that’s it.
The thought hurts my chest, and I rub my heart absentmindedly while I look over the menu, hoping he doesn’t see it. “I think I want to order it all,” I say, looking over at him.
“So order it.” Just like that, no questions asked. A shrug of the shoulder and he would do it. I roll my eyes at him while I focus back on the menu to decide what I want to order. “Kiss me,” he whispers to me, his voice a demanding growl.
I look over at him. “Perhaps”—I turn in my chair—“one should ask instead of demand.” I don’t have a chance to say anything more because he yanks me to him, and his mouth lands on mine. His smell surrounds me, invading my nose and causing me to yearn for him, to crave him.
I open my mouth to allow his tongue to enter. All of my senses awaken as my body starts to tingle. His hands fist my hair, using it to make sure that he’s the one who’s in control of the kiss.
I’m lost in this kiss, lost in him. I lean closer to deepen the kiss. We slowly drift apart, my lips already missing him as my hand rubs them to get the tingling to stop. “Now, no one is going to guess if we’re together or not,” he says, and I look around at the ten or so men sitting at the bar trying not to look our way.
“Seriously? You kissed me just to let them know we were together?” I huff out, pretending I’m pissed when I’m really swooning. “Why not fuck me on the table? That would leave no questions about it then.”
He doesn’t say anything because the waitress comes over, introducing herself as Tanya and letting us know she’s going to be with us tonight. I smile at her as I watch her eyeing Bradley.
He doesn’t even notice her, still looking over the menu.
“Love.” His eyes pop up the minute I use his nickname for me. “What are you having?”
He looks at me, then at the waitress and then back at me as he smirks. “I don’t know, love,” he says, placing his hand on the back of my neck. “How about we get pizza and wings?”
“You did spend the whole afternoon working up my appetite. I think I’ll splurge,” I tell him while shooting a sideways glance at Tanya, who just stands there with a fake smile plastered on her face.
“We’ll take two margarita pizzas and some wings,” he says, continuing to scan the menu.
“What type of wings?” Tanya asks as she writes down the pizza order.
“Nothing spicy,” he says, looking over at me. “Remember the last time you had hot wings?” He looks up at Tonya. “Something mild. BBQ? We will also take a bottle of Pinot Noir.”
She nods, and he hands her our menus.
I wait for her to walk away before I turn to him. “I think I could have ordered for myself. It might be a surprise to you,” I say, drinking from the glass of water that showed up, “but I’ve actually been out to restaurants before.” I smile at him, nothing friendly about it.
He laughs at me, putting his arm around the back of my chair. “Honestly,” he starts saying, “I didn’t want it to seem like I didn’t know what you like to eat. I wanted it to seem like I know you.”
I put my hand on his thigh. “You do know me,” I say softly, leaning over to kiss him. “You know I love burgers, you know I hate clowns. You also know my bra size, and I’ll have you know that not many people can say they know that.”
“I also know”—he leans over, whispering in my ear—“what you look like right before you come. How your eyes drift closed just a bit, and how your head drops back right before you moan.”
“Check, please,” I say, putting my hand up.
He grabs it, bringing it to his lips, and kissing the inside of my wrist. My heart beats faster at the sweet and intimate gesture.
“So tell me,” I ask him, “how do you like living in New York?”
Some bread is placed on our table, and he takes a roll, cutting it open and buttering both pieces before feeding me a bite. “It’s a challenge. I don’t know many people, so my nights are usually spent at the gym or out with a couple of co-workers.”
I listen to him talk about how he’s just by himself, and I feel bad that I didn’t make the effort to reach out to him. “I’m sorry,” I say to him. “I was holding a grudge against you from when I was eight and didn’t contact you when I knew you got here.”
“It hasn’t been that bad. I just had a busier social life in London. It’s going to take some time, but I’m sure this will be just like home soon.”
I’m about to tell him that I’ll call him every day to make sure he’s okay, but I stop myself, because I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can separate everything between us, what’s happening here in Vegas from what we are in real life. Here it’s almost like it’s a dream, but once we’re home...I don’t get to think about it anymore because the pizzas and the wings arrive.
We talk about stories of when we were younger. The pranks he played on Sterling while in Eton. I almost pee myself listening to story after story of their antics, interjecting when one would jar a memory. The conversation was easy and pleasant and a reminder that we do have a shared history.
Tanya comes over to ask us if we would like any dessert. I look up at her and reply, “Nope. I’ve got something sweet to give him back at the room. Just the check, please.” I smirk at her.
“Jesus, why don’t you just fuck me on the table?” He mocks me.
“Don’t tempt me, Fitch, don’t tempt me.”
We walk out of the restaurant, hand in hand, both of us full, both smiling, both looking forward to that sweet treat back into the room.
Chapter Ten
Bradley
I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming. I open my eyes and look down. Nope, not a dream. Lexi is sucking my cock as I sleep. I moan as my hands find th
eir way into her hair.
It’s been almost five days since we got to Vegas and started this whole ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ fling. Five days later, and I still crave her. Five days later, and either one of us wakes up the other one orally or I’m sliding into her or she’s sliding down on me.
My eyes close as I feel her soft tongue licking my balls. She lifts her mouth off of me, and I open my eyes to watch her crawl over me. She aligns her pussy over my cock and sinks herself down in one thrust. Fuck, even after all the times we’ve fucked, and it’s been at least five or six times a day since that first day, she’s still tight as a glove.
Her legs are curled alongside my hips, and she leverages them to lift herself up before she helps gravity along and slams herself back down.
My hands glide up to her tits to pinch and twist her nipples, something I found out she bloody loves. She moans as she leans back, her hands gripping my knees while she continues to move on me.
“Someone is randy this morning,” I say to her, watching as my cock fills her. I lick my thumb, bringing it to her clit, and she hisses the moment I make contact with it. “Fuck, you can wake me up like this every morning.”
“Hmmm,” she says as she continues to ride me. Her tits bounce slowly at first, and then faster and faster as she rides us to the ending we both want.
I’m about to blow my load in her, but I want to wait for her. “My girl rides my cock so good.” Her pussy clenches me tightly. I’ve also learned that she loves, absolutely loves dirty talk, the filthier, the better. I feel her tightening around me, and I have to fight off my climax just watching her moving faster on me, tits bouncing, head thrown back.
“Gonna come,” she says, pounding herself down on me harder. “Gonna come,” she says again and my thumb presses down on her clit as I move it side to side. She slams herself down one last time and comes all over my cock as I take over, thrusting up into her. It takes me a couple seconds more before I plant myself deep inside of her and come, too.
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