The Delve Duet

by Jacob Chance

  Look to your right in the back corner. I peer over my shoulder and smile when I notice all our friends sitting there. Kenna’s going to be surprised to see everyone. I never mentioned any of them joining us this weekend.

  When I turn back around, Kenna’s lips are wrapped around the tiny straw, already sucking down the rum and coke mixture. “Slow down, Leoncita, or I’ll be carrying you out of here over my shoulder.” She releases the straw, and my eyes track her tongue as it licks the moisture from her lips.

  “That’s okay with me. I remember how that worked out for me last time.” She winks, referring to the first time we made love. I threw her over my shoulder fireman style and pretty much sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom.

  We stand at the bar while she drinks the rest of her beverage down. I can’t wait to see her reaction when she sees all our friends here.

  The waitress hands me a refill for Kenna, and I take her hand in mine. I lean down close to her ear so she can hear me. “Look over to the back-right corner of the room.” When I raise my head, she scrunches up her nose and stares up at me. I nod. “Look,” I encourage her. Her eyes move past me and open wide when she sees everyone. A smile beams from her mouth and I pull her along with me in their direction. When we’re a few steps away she breaks free from my hold and runs to hug Janny, Lana, and Elle.

  Kyle and I shake hands before I move on to Josh. He’s one of Janny’s best friends and an ex-boyfriend of hers. He’s a cool dude. He and Kyle have somehow managed to become friends. That shocks me because Kyle is like a caveman beating his chest when it comes to Janny. I guess we’re like that when it comes to the women we love. I hate the attention Kenna attracts from guys, but, at the same time, it’s fucking hot to know she’s mine and they don’t stand a chance with her.

  We settle down around the large table and order more drinks while the girls leave to go dance. My eyes track Kenna’s every move, making sure no one bothers her. I don’t want some guy grinding up on her ass. We’re in Sin City after all. The only one doing any sinning with her tonight is me, and I plan on making it well worth the trip to hell.

  I watch Kenna and Janny dance together and lose sight of Lana in the crowd.

  “Did you get all the details of the wedding taken care of?” Kyle asks.

  “Yeah, it’s all done. She’s going to be surprised. She thinks we’re just going to some drive thru chapel for it.” I laugh.

  “I’m surprised Janny or Elle didn’t let the cat out of the bag this week. They were both so excited about this trip. It’s all they talked about,” Josh mentions and takes a pull from his beer bottle.

  “I didn’t tell them what I have planned for Saturday so there’s no worry about them screwing up the surprise.”

  Chapter Two

  Zack

  There she is, my precious girl. She’s absolute perfection in her short, green strapless dress. Green, is now one of my favorite colors. It’s the color her eyes appear when she’s worried about something. Her eyes are magical. They can change from blue to green depending on her mood or what color clothing she’s wearing that day. When she’s first woken up her eyes remind me of the sea on a stormy day. When she’s relaxed they take on a bluer hue. I know my favorite will be the color they’ll turn when I’m buried deep inside her. I can’t wait until I find out what shade that is.

  I know I shouldn’t be here...I should trust that she’ll be fine without me. I should’ve stayed home in Boston and let her have her fun without me watching, but there was a crushing pain in my chest when I thought of her being so far away from me. We’ve been getting to know each other as neighbors for the past month. If she finds out I’m here, every bit of progress I’ve made with her will vanish in an instant, and there will be no coming back from that. Our friendship is still new and moving along slowly. The small amount of time we’ve known one another is not enough to allow me to screw up.

  Watching her dance by herself is sweet torture. The sensual way she moves her hips calls to my baser instincts. I’m helpless to turn away. It’s like some ancient voodoo has been cast on me, and all I can think of when she rolls her hips side to side and forward to back is what she’s going to look like riding my cock. Fuck.

  I can’t stand here any longer; I must get closer. I need to feel the heat of her body in front of me and smell her exotic scent. It’s some enticing combination of sweet and spicy all at the same time. Cinnamon and sugar. I bet her pussy tastes like that too. When my tongue dips inside her for the first time, her unique and complex flavor will be better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.

  Her eyes drift closed as she gets lost in the song playing. Her back is to Kenna and Janny and there are other couples dancing between them. I amble forward, hoping no one will notice me, and ease in behind her, matching my movements to hers. I gently place my hands on her hips and lean down close to whisper in her ear, “Don’t turn around.” She startles at first, but when I gently squeeze her hip she nods to let me know she’s going to follow my instructions. “I want you to roll that sweet little ass of yours all over my cock while we dance. I want you to feel every thick inch of how hard watching you has made me.” I pull her back against me, my cock lined up with the center of her ass. “Do you feel that?” My whisper is hoarse in her ear and she shivers in reaction and then nods her head. I wrap an arm around her waist and let the other one slide up and down along the subtle curve of her hip while we move as one to the song playing.

  “Walk forward to the back corner,” I command. She hesitates and then shakes her head. “We’re in Sin City, precious. This is a judgement free zone and the perfect opportunity for you to do something like this. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I try to persuade her. “Take a chance - have some fun.”

  I place both of my hands on her hips and gently urge her forward. She takes small steps in her sexy heels until we’re in the corner, facing the back wall. “Are you wet now?” I nuzzle my nose along the curve of her ear. “Are your juices dripping out along your slit?” She nods, and my fingers skim down over her hip to tease her silky thigh at the bottom of her dress.

  Our hips are still moving in tandem and the motion of her curvy little ass against my cock has me ready to burst. I clench my teeth and take a deep breath. Control is paramount for me in all things. She’s the first person, the first thing, who’s tested me to this degree.

  “I want to make you come,” I whisper in her ear. She doesn’t react. “Tell me I can push my fingers in your slippery little cunt and make you explode.” The sexiest little moan expels from her lips. “No one will see what we’re doing. It’s just you and me, precious girl.”

  “Yes, please.” Her voice is breathy in anticipation of what I’m about to do. I can barely fucking breathe as I think of what her slick, little pussy is going to feel like squeezing my fingers.

  I slowly slide my hand around to the inside of her thigh and then grip it hard. My fingers dig in and she trembles. “Do you like not knowing who’s going to make you come harder than you ever have before?” I pinch the bottom of her earlobe between my teeth. She nods her head. I cup her breast with my other hand. “Say it. Use your words, precious.”

  “Yes,” she moans. My fingers hook under her thong, yanking it aside, exposing her pussy for my touch. I slide two fingers inside her tight heat and growl in her ear. “Fuck.” She rides my fingers as I pump them inside her. I picture what her perfect pussy looks like and wish I could see it. Someday soon I will.

  When my thumb circles her clit, she quivers against me and gasps. I squeeze my eyes shut and fight for control as I pinch her clit between my fingers. I purposely squeeze it too hard and she jumps. “Easy, precious girl. Pain is pleasure. Someday you’ll realize that.”

  I gently roll her clit between my fingers. She settles back against me in total submission. I press biting kisses up her neck, and her breathing picks up speed. She’s close. I wiggle my fingers inside her and hit the spot that’s going to push her over the fucking edge. Sh
e rocks on my hand and leans her head back on my chest in complete surrender as she trembles through her orgasm. It’s so fucking hot to know in this moment I own her. The power is heady.

  Her pussy is so wet the come might be dripping out of her. She’s probably soaking the dance floor. That thought is enough to almost make me lose it. Fuck. Soon, she’ll sit on my face and all her juices will drip down my throat. My teeth gnash together at the thought.

  I can’t wait until I can bury my cock inside her. I’m going to fuck her so hard in every fucking hole she has. I’m going to make her beg for my cock - to taste it - to suck it - to ride it - and beg me to be fucked by it. She’s going to fucking beg me repeatedly.

  I slip my fingers out of her and lift them to my mouth. I need to know what her come tastes like. I slide them between my lips and groan when her sweetness hits my taste buds. She’s motherfucking delicious, just like I knew she’d be.

  “Your pussy tastes better than I imagined it would.” I press my body against her back and wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips. “I want you to think about me when you’re alone in your bed at night,” I whisper in her ear. “I want you to think about how my fingers owned your cunt, precious girl. I want you to imagine that it’s me touching you and I want you to make yourself come.”

  “Yes,” she whispers back, and I release her from my arms. I step back and quickly move away before she sees who I am. I smile as I head toward the exit. All her self-induced orgasms will belong to me. Soon she’ll officially be mine and I’ll be making her scream my name out with pleasure and with pain as she comes over and over again. I can’t wait to introduce her to new things. Once I have her, I’m never letting her go.

  Soon there will be no secrets between us.

  Chapter Three

  Derek

  Carrying Kenna back to our room isn’t necessary, she’s walking there on her own two sexy as sin legs. I watch them all the way down the hallway, watch her place one foot in front of the other. The muscles in the back of her calves flexing with every step. I love having those sexy legs wrapped around my head when I feast on her. Jesus. I’m hard as a rock just from watching her walk. I’ve got it bad.

  She stops in front of the door to our suite. I move in until I’m crowding her. I walk her forward until her cheek is pressed against the cool aluminum of the door. She gasps and rests her hands on either side of her head.

  “Good girl, Leoncita.” I keep my voice low. “I’m going to make you come and you’re not going to make a sound.” I drop to my knees behind her and pull her hips back. I press on the inside of her knees and she widens her stance, spreading her legs for me. I push the tight skirt of her dress up to her hips. I’m surprised when I find she’s not wearing any panties, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from burying my cock inside her, right now.

  There’s nothing I like better than getting my face right in her pussy and sucking all her juices into my mouth. I love the hot, soft feeling of her lips on my tongue and the little ball of her clit as I pull it between my lips.

  Her breaths pick up pace when my tongue teases her opening. My fingers dig into her hips and hold her still as I lick along her slit.

  The sound of a door shutting has my eyes flicking to the side to see who it is. I don’t stop what I’m doing though. I can’t. I’m going to make her come, and at this point I don’t really care if someone sees us.

  A young guy in his early twenties stops about fifteen feet from us and leans his shoulder against the wall. He smirks and settles in to watch. I’m surprised that the thought of him seeing Kenna’s naked ass doesn’t have me yelling at him to get lost.

  I attack her clit with more ferocity wanting to make her come quickly and show this young buck how it’s done. A soft moan falls from her lips as she trembles through her release.

  She gasps when she opens her eyes and notices the dude watching us with his hard cock in hand. I don’t pay him any mind, only my girl and what a lucky bastard I am to be the one she belongs to - the one about to own her pussy.

  The button on my pants is open by the time I’m standing. I lean in and whisper in her ear as I unzip my pants. “Just relax and go with this. I want you to think about what I’m doing to you and how hot it must look to him.” She nods her head and closes her eyes. I pull her hips toward me, arching her back and the enticing curves of her ass make me groan. I slide the head of my cock along her slit, back and forth and then thrust all the way inside her. I pause for a moment. God her pussy feels amazing. Every time I’m buried inside her it’s better than the last. I pump in and out of her, my pace is fast. I’m not going to last long. I slap her tempting ass and leave my handprint on her. The red mark screams mine. I want to tattoo it there. This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. She’s mine. I pound into her harder and deeper, gripping her hair with one hand.

  “Yes, fuck me,” she whispers.

  “Is this my pussy?” I squeeze her clit between my fingers.

  “Yes,” she moans thrusting her ass back as I push forward. Her pussy squeezes my cock when she comes on it.

  “Goddamn right it is. It’s always going to be mine.” I growl as I slam into her. I bite her neck as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. Resting my head on her shoulder, my breaths are harsh and ragged as they leave me. “I love you,” I whisper and place a gentle kiss just below her ear.

  Our voyeur groans, and I ignore the fact the dude just got off.

  By the time, we begin to fix our clothing he’s gone. I don’t want Kenna to be uncomfortable with what happened, so I’m glad he didn’t stick around and make things awkward. It’s not something I plan on making a habit of. I’m going to chalk it up to a combination of too much liquor and being in Sin City.

  It’s eleven-thirty the next morning, when we sit down to breakfast with the rest of the gang. We’re in one of the restaurants located at the hotel. We’re all dressed casually so we fit right in at the Golden Egg with its relaxed atmosphere. Works for me. I don’t wear anything but jeans, unless I must.

  Once the waitress has taken all our orders I settle back in my seat. “We want to thank you all for coming on this trip with us. We’re so excited you guys are all going to be a part of our wedding.” I take a sip of my water. My throat is dry and having to say a few heartfelt words isn’t helping any. “You being here means the world to us and we’ll never forget it.” I glance at Kenna sitting next to me, and she smiles.

  “What he said.” She gestures at me and giggles.

  “I still can’t believe you guys are actually tying the knot and before Kyle and I.” Janny shakes her head and fake pouts at Kyle, before giggling. “Seven years is a long time to wait to marry someone. You guys deserve to be happy.” She picks up her glass of water. “I want to propose a toast. To Kenna and Derek. May your marriage be one filled with happiness, good times, and great sex.”

  “Here, here,” I say as I hold up my water glass. I take a sip, return it to the table and glance around at all our friends. Everyone’s so happy for Kenna and me. I wonder if any of them ever thought we’d end up together?

  “What’s the plan today?” Josh asks. Elle casts an annoyed glare at him from the seat next to his. I grin, imagining her kicking him under the table. Those two are an inevitable explosion waiting to happen. It’s going to be fun to sit back and watch it unfold.

  “I thought we should check out the casinos this afternoon, and then tonight I bought the ladies tickets for Thunder from Down Under.” The girls squeal excitedly - and predictably.

  “You’re the best,” Kenna whispers in my ear and kisses me on the cheek. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my side. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in the clean, fresh scent of her soft hair. My chest aches and I rub my hand over it. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I get to fall asleep with her in my arms every night and wake up the same way.

  “I also got tickets for the three of us to go to a burlesque show tonight.”

  “H
ell yeah. That’s what I’m talking about. Equal opportunity and all that shit,” Josh holds his fist out for me to bump.

  Kyle laughs. “Easy there, young buck,” he directs at Josh before looking at me. “Maybe we shouldn’t take junior here with us.” He gestures with his head toward Josh. “He might try to jump up on stage and cop a feel.” Laughter erupts, and Josh fights the smile that wants to break free.

  “I’m going to see titties.” He opens his eyes comically wide and rubs his hands together in feigned glee.

  “Yeah, I’m sure it’s been a while,” Elle snidely interjects. “Janny’s are probably the last ones you saw,”

  “Hey!” Janny shouts at Elle. “Leave me and my boobs out of this.”

  Kyle wraps his arm around Janny’s shoulder. “Yes, let’s not discuss anyone else seeing my fiancé naked. Besides, Josh and I have an agreement. He promised to never think about her that way again, and I won’t kick his ass for actually knowing what she looks like naked.” His eyes swing to him. “Right, Josh?”

  Josh nods his head. “That period is all a blur,” he jokes before he turns to Elle beside him. “It’s good to know you’re so concerned about my sex life, but you don’t need to be. I’ve got it taken care of.” He picks up his coke and takes a sip.

  “Yeah, I bet you’ve got it taken care of,” Elle comments and makes a jerking off motion with her hand. I can’t hold in the laugh and get a dirty look from Josh.

  “You’ll hop on any dick within five feet of you,” Josh snaps at Elle. “I don’t really think that’s something you should be proud of. I prefer quality over quantity.”

  An awkward silence looms over the table. Elle’s face flushes and she narrows her eyes at Josh. Is this what it was like being around Kenna and I for all those years? Jesus. I don’t think I can take it. I’m going to lock these two in a room together and not let them leave until they fuck it out.