What Happens in Vegas - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  Brody had screwed me slowly, sensually, getting me used to the size and strength of his magnificent body. He’d brought me to the edge and held me there, grinding his wonderful cock into all new places while using his thumb to apply a delicious pressure to my swollen, throbbing clit.

  But Corey…

  Corey fucked me exactly the way I needed to be taken at the moment: hard, fast, and deep. I’d been holding my orgasm at bay. Letting it build over time, the way the sexual tension in my body had been gathering all these lonely months.

  And now…

  Screams of exultation tore through my empty hotel suite, as I came like it was the end of the world. I didn’t care who heard, or what anyone might’ve thought. Or about anything really, except the overwhelming surge of joy and liberation that came with gushing warmly, hotly, all over my new lover’s thrusting, churning cock.

  Godddddddddddddd….

  It was everything I’d ever wanted. Everything I’d hoped and wished and dreamed about, flooding the bed as Corey continued pounding me through a toe-curling, life-altering orgasm.

  Holy… holy fuck.

  They both felt amazing in their own right, their own way. But together, pinned between them…

  Something brushed my lips, and I was aware of Brody pushing his way back down my throat. I open for him eagerly, taking him in rhythm with his friend’s long, heated thrusts. I was pleasuring them both now. Taking them simultaneously into my writhing, moaning body…

  Double the pleasure.

  My eyes fluttered open, settling back on the wrinkled flyer. I could barely even remember grabbing it, on a whim.

  Twice the enjoyment.

  And yet right now, I was so glad. So deliriously, incredibly happy…

  “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”

  Brody was whispering to me, smoothing the hair from my face. Holding me steady while his friend kept plowing away. I looked up at him, past mountains of rippled muscle. With a little whimper, I nodded.

  “Didn’t think you’d get it though…”

  Again I whimpered. This time I shook my head.

  “Most women don’t,” he hissed, tracing his fingertips lovingly over my hollowed cheek. “They’re too afraid,” he went on. “Too timid to ask.”

  He smiled down at me as I rocked forward and back on the bed. His cock felt so warm in my wet mouth. Corey’s balls all swollen and full, slapping against me at the end of every thrust.

  “But not you…”

  I groaned as they rolled me over. Let out long, satisfied hiss, as Corey took me from behind. His hands went into my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper things into my ear. Nasty things. Filthy things…

  Is this real life?

  It sure didn’t feel like it. As Brody slid into my mouth again, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The same mirror I’d used to take the pics I’d sent them. The photos that had put in the position I was now.

  Bouncing back and forth between them, I looked like someone else. It was almost like watching another person — like seeing the live action version of a very hot, very twisted porno.

  Only it was me. I was the one doing these things. I was the one who’d pulled down the flyer, who’d sent the text-messages, who’d gotten all dressed up to go down and meet two complete strangers in my hotel bar…

  And then brought them back here to fuck me.

  Corey slapped my ass. Brody pulled out of my mouth. They switched places again, and suddenly I was being ridden harder than ever. I could feel their excitement building. Could sense that they’d been holding out for as long as possible, but that it might not be an option much longer.

  “Lauren…”

  Brody’s voice was breathless now, almost frantic. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he meant.

  “In me,” I breathed, stroking Corey against my face. “Please… I want it inside…”

  Brody was gripping the flesh of my ass so hard his fingers might leave bruises. His cock felt bigger than ever, so swollen and full and—

  “It’s okay?”

  “Yes,” I murmured, fucking him back with my hips. “God yes! I’m good. I’m—”

  The rest of my sentence died as he rammed himself forward, gripping me so tightly against him it felt like we’d never be apart. Then, just as suddenly, he was erupting. Shooting. Emptying himself inside me, while cursing something hot and unintelligible under his breath.

  Holy shit, Lauren!

  It was crazy, I knew. Birth control pills aside, this was absolutely nuts.

  At the same time though — and this sounded crazier — there was this weird familiarity that took the edge off what I was doing. An intangible connection I felt with these two beautiful men I’d only just met, that somehow superseded caution or logic or reason.

  Corey watched intently as his friend flooded me with his seed. Eventually he withdrew from my mouth, smearing himself against my full, plump lips while Brody fell spent to one side of the bed. Then, shifting positions again, he rolled me onto my back and took his place between my legs.

  He gave me a wicked, knowing look as he plunged right in.

  “Ready for more?”

  I hooked a finger sexily into one corner of my mouth and nodded up at him.

  “Good.”

  I was so fucking wet. So willing! So totally eager to do anything for the both of them.

  I threw my head back in ecstasy. Felt the muscles in my legs go even more taut as my thighs were pushed achingly wide. I was being taken now. Used by them and enjoyed…

  MmmmMmmmMmmm…

  Corey dropped to kiss me wetly, sliding his tongue against mine. I could taste myself on his lips. Feel the distinct pleasure of a second mouth closing over my neck, as Brody began cuddling up and kissing me from the side.

  I was being pounded deliriously, my pussy stretched wonderfully around Corey’s manhood as he drilled me into the bed. The whole thing was intense. Beautiful. Even a little frightening, in the best possible way.

  “This is just the beginning,” Brody whispered, cradling me with his body. His arms went around me, his hands clenching me tightly for support…

  And then Corey was shooting also, adding his own hot load to the one already between my legs.

  Thirteen

  LAUREN

  They took turns on me, over and over again. Feeding me their warm, throbbing cocks. Screwing me until my toes curled. Constantly swapping positions, in order to take me individually or in tandem.

  Brody had been right. That first time was the beginning. The second time had come soon afterward, where they’d gone even harder… lasted even longer, having just spent themselves so fully inside me.

  I fell asleep not long after that, my head resting on one lover’s chest while being spooned from behind by the other. I could’ve slept like that for ages. Drifted happily along in a cocoon of warmth and safety and comfort, my pussy all swollen and sated and full.

  Only I’d been woken up a few hours later — this time so Brody could have his way with me. And his way included leading me by the hand into Bella’s old room, where the two us slipped beneath the blankets and made out like teenagers discovering kissing for the very first time.

  It was all dark and warm in there. Cozy and sleepy and fun. In time Brody nudged my knees apart and began fucking me slowly, leisurely, burying his face between my breasts as he grinded himself deeper and harder into my come-soaked womb. I came again — this time so hard I almost passed out — and we fell asleep some more for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Strangely enough it felt even more forbidden that way. Like it was somehow wrong that one of my lovers had snuck off without the other. I shouldn’t have worried. It wasn’t long before Corey woke up alone, threw me over one magnificent shoulder, and carried me into the suite’s massive living area to have his own version of fun.

  The rest of the night was a complete blur. A whirlwind of sex and passion and unyielding stamina, at least on his part. I was
screwed on every one of the couches. Bent over and fucked hard, while gripping the bar. I rode him deep on the ottoman; both feet planted on the floor for leverage as I threw my head back to stare at the recessed tray ceiling, all while he pumped me hard and fast, from beneath.

  When we finally climaxed, it happened together. I gripped his shoulders hard as my climax took me, my face dropping exhaustedly against his sweaty, heaving chest. I was utterly spent. Totally drained. I could feel his heart, thundering against my cheek. Pounding in a fast, steady rhythm against my face until I felt that familiar throbbing, that thick, heated pulsing…

  Oh fuck yessssss…

  Corey’s telltale scream turned into an elongated groan as he pinned my thighs down with both hands and jammed himself home. He filled me with an upward thrust of his hips, blasting my insides with even more heat and wetness. Then he collapsed, arms falling limply at his sides, the backs of his hands scraping the floor.

  I don’t remember how I got back to bed. Somehow though, I did.

  I woke the next morning to streaming sunlight, warm but alone. I stood up slowly, gingerly. A disheveled wreck on two shaky legs.

  “Hello? Brody?”

  The bedroom door was open. The main area was still silent though.

  “Corey?”

  I made my way along, putting one foot in front of the other. On the way out I passed the mirror, and nearly fainted.

  “Wow…”

  My makeup was utterly destroyed, my hair a tangled ruin. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt. Way too long for me, I recognized it as the one beneath Brody’s button-down.

  Down below, my stockings were shredded to bits. The right side was torn through with runs and holes, while on the left, only the elastic band at the top remained. It looked suspiciously like a garter. I had no clue where my panties were, either.

  I entered the main area, hoping for coffee or breakfast or a smiling face. But the guys were gone.

  Damn.

  There was a note though, on the counter. Big bold letters on a sheet of paper from the Bellagio’s complimentary notepad:

  Morning Sexy!

  You were an absolute goddess

  last night. A total fucking rock star!

  The good news is you have some

  very fun memories to take back

  to New York with you.

  As for the bad news… well…

  hate to break it to you, but you’re

  probably ruined for vanilla

  sex the rest of your life.

  Thanks again though,

  for an amazing time!

  B & C

  That last part almost made me laugh out loud. The only thing was it was so frighteningly true, it really wasn’t that funny.

  Shower then coffee? Or coffee then shower?

  It was a pretty big decision, especially for someone in my weakened condition. Ultimately I settled on ordering up the biggest possible breakfast and a giant carafe of the hotel’s finest coffee.

  That settled, I ran the suite’s giant shower as hot as the spigot allowed me, until the mirrors frosted over and the whole room filled with steam. Then I stepped under the superheated spray…

  … and smiled as I went to work imprinting the details of last night on my memory, until they were tattooed upon my brain.

  Fourteen

  LAUREN

  I walked the sidewalk with a new spring in my step, despite the fact I should be tired. Despite the fact that I was sore too… but it was a pleasant soreness, and one that reminded me of the glories of last night.

  Last night…

  It had taken me half the morning to convince myself last night actually happened. That I’d really gone through with bringing two guys back to my hotel room… only to sleep with both of them.

  And yes, both of them at the same time.

  That part had been intimidating and frightening and totally fucking wondrous. Pleasuring two men at once. Keeping them both happy and satiated, with whatever tricks I had up my sleeve.

  Yes, I was a little older. Eight or nine years their senior, from what we’d figured out. But not only had I kept up with them, I was pretty sure I’d outlasted. Everything they gave me, I did my best to give back — sometimes even harder or just as good as I was getting it.

  I patted the note in my pocket. It was like a trophy to me. Here I was taking a victory lap, outside in the warm desert sun. Three or four times already I’d pulled it from my pocket, unfolded it, then read it with a smile. ‘Goddess’, it said. ‘Rock star.’

  Absently I wondered who wrote it. It didn’t matter. What mattered was I was dying to talk about what happened. To tell someone — anyone at all — if for no other reason than to brag a little, and to relive my night of absurdity with someone else.

  I looked down at the time again, anxiously. It was almost noon. Almost three O’clock in New York — the exact time I’d promised to call Bella, to ‘tell her about my night’.

  Yes, but what the hell are you gonna say?

  There was no possible way I could keep last night to myself. It was just too amazing. Besides, Bella of all people deserved to know. Even if what she knew might make her insanely jealous, or cause her to look at me differently for the rest of our lives.

  But was it too much? I mean hey, every girl has a slutty night or two stowed away next to the skeletons in her closet. But I’d actually answered an ad. That seemed to me like crossing a much different sort of line. Yet was what I’d done a little too raunchy, or slutty, or over-the-top crazy… even for Bella?

  C’mon, you have to tell her something!

  In the end I decided I’d tell her about one of them. That I’d met a guy at the bar downstairs, and we’d hit it off. That I’d had some wine, taken him back to our hotel suite, and let him rock my world.

  It wasn’t exactly a lie, was it? It just wasn’t the full-blown truth. I might even tell her he did me in her bed. If I knew Bella, she’d get a kick out of that. And I certainly did know Bella…

  But which guy?

  I walked on a little more, unable to pick one or the other without feeling guilty. I decided the only fair way was to flip a coin. Heads, and I’d tell my friend I’d met Brody — the heartbreakingly gorgeous blond, with viking good looks and abs for days. Tails and I’d met Corey, the dark-stubbled, sexy alpha with rock-hard arms and who could fuck like a machine.

  Yeah, I smiled to myself. That would work. It might actually be fun, too.

  I slid my hand downward, to fish into my pocket. The very second I did it, my phone rang on its own. I picked it up… grinning like a maniac as I swiped without looking.

  “What’s up you sexy bitch?”

  Three seconds of dead silence were followed by the clearing of a strange throat. Then my stomach dropped out from under me, as the sound of my boss’s voice came through the phone’s speaker:

  “Well hello to you, Lauren.”

  Fifteen

  LAUREN

  I felt queasy, like I’d eaten something sour. Like I wanted to throw up but couldn’t, and had to ride out the unpleasantness.

  “Oh, h—hey…” I stammered like an idiot. “Sorry Lilith, I thought you were—”

  “One of your crazy friends?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted. “Something like that.”

  There was pause at the other end of the phone, for no reason at all. A pause designed specifically to make me feel uncomfortable.

  “From what I understand, all of your friends are home by now. Is that right?”

  Shit.

  “Ummm… how do you know that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Noelle told us. She’s been here since yesterday,” Lilith paused again. “Working.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “It would be nice if you were working too,” my boss added strategically. “Especially with everything we have coming up. Don’t you think?”

  The last three words literally dripped with guilt and condescension. But that was Lilith. Always t
alking down to you, always making you feel inferior. Making it seem like even your best is never enough.

  “Lauren?” she called into the phone, this time with syrupy sweetness. “Are you still there?”

  “Yeah I’m still here.”

  She chuckled. “And that’s the problem, isn’t it? That you’re still there? Bumming around Las Vegas, all by yourself?”

  “Bumming around?” I was getting mad now. I squeezed one hand into a fist, before calming myself down. “I still have 3 days of vacation left.”

  “Two and a half days,” Lilith corrected me unnecessarily. “But technically, yes. Realistically though, couldn’t you cut it short? I mean, with all of your friends abandoning you, and nothing much to…”

  I was so pissed I couldn’t even make out the rest of her sentence. So furious that she was calling to guilt-trip me on my vacation like this, on the one day I was in such a good mood.

  “Soo… think you could come back early?” she was saying. “We could really use you on the Upton project, and the venue fell through on the—”

  “Lilith?”

  “Yes?”

  “This is the first of vacation I’ve taken in four years,” I said.

  She paused again. “Is it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.”

  “And I have to tell you,” I went on, “I really needed it.”

  I could see her look of disappointment in my mind’s eye. The lines on her forehead. The frown-lines deepening on either side of her mouth, as she let out a resigned sigh.

  “You really can’t come back now?” she asked again. “The company will of course reimburse you the cost of changing your airline ticket.”

  “Lilith I need this time,” I said again. “I work so much at the firm. I come in early, I leave late… I put in more hours than anyone else.”