by K. A. Berg
A weekend trip to Vegas sounds perfect.
I called in a favor and asked Tanner to check Alex’s schedule for me and clear the time off with the necessary people. The call was then taken over by a weepy Ashley.
“I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you. I didn’t mean to get nasty, but you pissed me off and you were being stupid. You can’t keep doing this to Alex. Shit or get off the pot…” she rambled, “…Oh my god! I’m doing it again. It’s the hormones; I swear they just make me very protective.”
“Ashley,” I blurted out with a laugh. “Chill, it’s fine. You were right, but you could totally be less of a bitch next time.”
“Well, don’t be so dumb next time…” she sassed back, and things were fine.
I’ve book two nights at The Venetian and just have to print out our plane tickets. Alex has no idea this is coming, and I can’t wait to see his face. Hopefully he’s as excited as I am.
Grabbing the last few things I’ll need from my bathroom, I throw them into my suitcase and zip it up. I feel carefree and this has been a long time coming.
Pulling up the confirmation email from the airlines, I access my tickets and head into Ashley’s old bedroom, now turned office, and air drop them to the printer.
The tickets are barely finished printing when I scoop them from the printer tray and head for the rest of my stuff piled on the kitchen counter.
I can’t fight the giddy smile playing on my lips as I head out the door to go tell Alex.
“You look like a kid who just woke up on Christmas, angel,” Alex hugs me as I plow through his front door desperate to tell him about our trip. “I like this look. What’s got you all smiles?”
I dig through my bag, pulling things out while I look for the tickets I know I purposely put on top of everything for this moment.
“You look like you’re digging for your next hit in there,” Alex laughs. “Why do ladies always have such big bags filled with a ton of crap?”
“Let’s see if you still think this is all crap when it keeps you occupied on the plane,” I say, finally finding the tickets.
Alex’s head cocks to the side and his brow furrows in confusion as he asks, “Plane?”
“Plane.” I nod feverishly bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet.
“Why are we going on a plane?” Alex asks suspiciously. I can’t tell if this is a good reaction or a bad one.
“Because we’re going to Vegas for the weekend,” I beam at him.
“Vegas?”
“Yup,” I squeal, but lack of excitement on Alex’s face makes me worried. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
“And why are we going to Vegas?” he asks, his voice not giving away any indication of how he feels about this whole thing.
Anxiety overtakes my happiness and I peer up at him apprehensively. “Well, after our fight last week, things started sinking in. I get what you’re saying. I don’t have to kill myself at work anymore, and I want to spend some time with my amazing boyfriend. Alone. No drama. Having fun. What’s more fun than Vegas?”
Alex’s face begins to brighten with each word and he’s radiating happiness by the time I’m finished. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“So you’re down with going?” I ask.
Alex pulls me into his arms and looks down at me with adoration in his eyes. “I’m assuming you’ve cleared this with my job?”
“Uh huh,” I nod.
He huffs out a little laugh asking, “Tanner?”
“Yup.”
Giving me his signature smooth smile, the one he always gives when he knows he’s about to win in some way or another, he says, “After you went to so much trouble to pull this together, how can I say no?”
“God, I love this place,” I exclaim as we walk down the strip.
It’s our second night here, but our first night going out. By the time we got settled into our room yesterday, Alex and I were both exhausted, and opted for dinner in the hotel. Since nothing goes better with a lobster dinner than sex, we wound up finding the energy to finish the night with a couple orgasms each and passed out.
Waking up completely naked with Alex, wrapped in the sheets smelling like sex, and not having a care in the world for the day was one the best feelings I’ve ever had.
In the past, I’d always been solely focused on not making things with Alex too complicated or pushing things too far, we never got to do fun things like this. We never went away together. I’m enjoying every minute of this trip thus far.
“Why’s that?” Alex asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me to a stop in the middle of the busy sidewalk. His free arm snakes behind my back and he dips me. His lips mold to mine and his tongue invades my mouth.
Clapping, whooping, and hollering, breaks out around us as people give our rather public display of affection some applause. “Well, that for one reason,” I laugh.
“I kiss you like that at home,” Alex smiles as he rights me on my feet.
Rolling my eyes at his comment, I give a little chuckle before clarifying. “If you did that at home in the middle of New York City, we would not be getting a happy reaction. More like a “Get the fuck out of the way.” I know I’m not the most patient person walking the street in the city. But here? No one cares about things like this. Everyone here has their own agenda. You can be whoever the hell you want in Vegas and nobody gives a shit. It’s Sin City. There’s nothing surprising here.”
“The flyer for hookers we got when we exited the hotel was surprising,” Alex jokes.
Turning my head to look at him as we continue walking, I say. “That’s what I mean though. There’s no shame here. People advertise sex everywhere. You can’t do that at home. One, people would look at you like you were some diseased deviant, and two, the police would pick you up and toss you in a cell for the night.”
Laughing, Alex agrees, “You got that right.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I explain. “I love New York, but this—this is something special.”
“Tell me then,” he says, glancing at me from the corner of his eye as we navigate around the Elvis singing “Jailhouse Rock.” “What would you like to do on your night out in Sin City?”
Chapter Forty-Three
Alex
Watching Quinn’s ass shake around the dance floor in her skin tight white dress makes my cock painfully hard.
“Dirty martini and a bottle of Heineken, please?” I ask the bartender when she finally makes her way down to the end of the bar I’m waiting at.
After asking Quinn what she wanted to do for the night, she replied, “Everything.”
We spent a couple of hours in the casino, where Quinn learned she loves Blackjack. I’m not sure the people we were playing with enjoyed it too much. She didn’t care if it was more of a table game than an individual game. A few times she hit when she should’ve stayed. It worked out great for her… not so much for the other players at the table. After watching her get some serious dirty looks from the three guys playing with us, I suggested it was time we hit the slots. I didn’t want to get into a fight in Vegas if one of those assholes decided to say something stupid to my girl.
The fountains at the Bellagio started up just as we got closer to them and Quinn practically dragged me to the show. We’ve both seen it before but something about seeing it together made the whole experience completely new and different.
When the fountains stopped, we headed further down the strip. Some guys standing outside a club handed us a flyer for a burlesque show starting in twenty minutes and Quinn wanted to see it.
Seeing her get excited about going in to watch half naked girls dance in elaborate costumes made me smile big. How many men can say they have a girlfriend who drags them to any kind of show with naked women?
Quinn’s excitement grew just as much as mine did as each dancer came on, performing to their song, losing their clothes. Quinn liked it for the open sexuality. I liked it because I loved watching her enjoy the women dance around.
Quinn bends over in front of a tiny brunette, and grinds, drawing my attention back to the present as her dress barely covering her ass rises in her new position.
“Here you go,” the bartender interrupts my show placing my drinks down on the bar. I place a twenty down and grab Quinn’s glass and my bottle.
Turning around, I’m greeted with a sweaty smiling Quinn and her friend from the dance floor.
“Hi handsome,” she purrs sliding up next to me, molding the front of her body to the side of mine.
Handing her the drink, I lean down close to her ear, making sure to speak heavily so the warmth of my breath spreads across her ear and neck. “Having fun, angel?”
“I am,” she mewls. “I have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes are glassy, and her face and neck are red. I’m not sure if it’s from the dancing or all the alcohol she’s had but regardless, Quinn has surpassed tipsy. But whatever surprise she has planned is giving her this look in her eye. I’m not sure what to make of it.
“What’s that?” I ask intrigued and a little terrified. You never know what will come out of Quinn’s mouth and tonight it has been nothing but surprises.
“Marnie, here…” she says pulling the brunette woman flush against her body, which also makes Marnie flush against my body, and I don’t like it. “…is coming back to the hotel with us tonight.”
“And why is Marnie coming to our hotel?” I don’t like where this is going one bit.
Quinn rises up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to my ear. “Because I’m going to make one of your fantasies come true tonight.”
I gaze down at her unsure of how to respond to this because I know where she’s going with this, but I want no part of it.
“Marnie, doll, can you excuse us for a minute?”
Taking Quinn’s hand, I pull her to the end of the bar, not far from where we’re standing but far enough the chick Quinn wants us to fuck tonight won’t hear.
“What’s going on, Quinn?”
She leans forward, pushing my back against the wooden bar and lays her hand on my chest. “Nothing. I just want you to have a good night. I want to give you something you’ve always wanted but never had.”
“You do every day, angel,” I try to explain to her without hurting her feelings. “Another woman in our bed is not something I want or need.”
“You don’t have to lie,” she says with a pleased smile. Now, I know she’s drunk. A sober Quinn would be able to tell I’m not lying to make myself look wholesome or gentlemanly. I genuinely do not want that woman coming home with us. “I saw the way you were watching us dance. I remember the reaction you had when I told you about the threesomes I’ve had. I’m more than happy to bring it all to life for you.”
A conversation needs to take place between us but not here.
I wrap my arm around Quinn’s waist and pull her body against mine as we make the few steps over to Marnie where I explain to her what’s happening for the night.
“Marnie, thank you very much for your generous offer, but it seems like my lovely girlfriend has had a little too much to drink and isn’t thinking clearly. We won’t be needing you to come to our hotel room with us.”
“You won’t?” Marnie asks the same time Quinn says, “We won’t?”
“No, we won’t,” I confirm. “But thank you for the offer.”
“What are you doing?” Quinn hisses as I drag her toward the front of the club and out the door.
Stopping, I pull her out of the crowd of people and into an alcove between buildings. “We’re not having a threesome.”
She stomps her foot like a child not getting her way and protests, “But we’re in Sin City. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
“This is not a debate,” I tell her sternly before pushing away from the building. “The only people in our bed tonight will be us.”
Quinn starts with the questions as soon as the door to our hotel room closes behind us.
“I don’t understand what the big deal is or why you’re upset,” she pouts, kicking her shoes off into the corner of our room where we have the luggage rack set up.
I scrub my hands up and down my face before turning to her and answering, “You wanted to bring another person into our bed.”
“Another woman,” she whines. “For you. I wanted to give you one of your fantasies.”
Quinn isn’t in the right state of mind to think rationally right now and it’s okay. We’re here for a fun weekend and she’s having fun. I’m not going to let this turn into an argument. We’ll have that discussion tomorrow when she’s sober.
For right now, I’m going to speak to Quinn in the only way she’ll understand at this point in time. Fucking this stupid idea out of her.
Her back is turned to me and she’s unzipping her dress. Stalking toward her, I push her up against the wall and pin her hips with mine as I grind into her. We’re up against a full-length mirror and I stare through it. My eyes blaze into hers as I say, “There’s only one woman I want touching my cock.”
Her knees buckle a little as she lets out a gasp. The blue in her eyes turns dark as they become hooded, but she never breaks the connection.
Reaching my hand around, I slide between her thighs and make my way to her panties, moving them out of my way. “There’s only one pussy I want to touch.”
I rub large circles on her pussy, not really giving her what she wants. Her eyes grow hard as she pins me with a sharp glare. Her hips start to move in circles and I pull my hand away. Stepping back, I finish unzipping the rest of the zipper and push her dress down to the floor.
Her flawless tits bounce out, screaming for attention. Her nipples are stiff peaks begging to be pinched. My hands cup them and Quinn lets out a husky moan. Her ass wiggles on my cock, and I’m worried about the zipper on my pants. My cock throbs against it, dying to come out and play.
The vixen knows exactly what she’s doing because her lips turn up into a sly grin as I let out a groan. Her hand snakes behind her and finds the buckle of my belt. After fiddling with it for a minute, Quinn pushes off the mirror, turns, and drops to her knees.
She doesn’t even pull my belt off in her rush to get to my dick. As soon as the button and zipper are taken care of, Quinn’s hand reaches inside and pulls it out. Her warm fingers wrap around the base and her wet mouth covers the rest.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers in her hair and groan, “Shit, angel.”
The sound of her slurping echoes off the walls as her head bobs up and down rapidly on my dick. God, that’s the hottest sound in the world. The noisier the blow job, the better it is. Quinn starts moving her hand in tandem with her mouth, and I’m ready to explode everywhere.
“Enough,” I bellow, pulling her up by her hair.
Turning us so Quinn’s the one staring into the mirror, it’s my turn to be on my knees. My eyes dart to Quinn’s as I throw her leg over my shoulder and bury my face in between her thighs. “There’s only one pussy I want to eat.”
I rub my nose on her clit as I drive my tongue into her core. My tongue curls lapping up the wetness. “This is the only pussy I ever want to taste again.”
The vibration of my words makes her body spasm. Moving my tongue to her clit, I stick two fingers inside her and press forward.
“Yes…” Quinn cries out, her body shaking.
Using my pinky, I gather the juices running from Quinn’s pussy and massage her asshole before sliding into it.
“Fuck!” Quinn screams digging her nails into my scalp. Her body rocks forward and her hands fly to my shoulders to brace herself as her orgasm takes over.
I moan out causing my lips to vibrate Quinn’s pussy drawing her pleasure out more. “Mmm.”
Her body goes limp, and I hook my arm under her other leg, carrying her to the bed. I stare down at her beauty as I push my pants to the ground. Her shiny blonde hair fans out around her. Her blue eyes glow. The hooded look in them makes me want to love this woman forever.
She stares back at me like I’m the most handsome man she’s ever seen.
Reaching up, I pull the thong down Quinn’s legs. It’s a little stretched out from holding it out of the way, but oh well.
Spreading her legs, I crawl between them and finish my point from earlier. “Only one pussy I want squeezing my cock while we come at the same time.”
And I drive my point home.
“God, Alex,” Quinn shrieks as I bottom out. I grab both her legs and hook them over my arms. Using them for leverage, I slide Quinn up and down on my cock. Pulling her forward and pushing her back.
Her pussy starts to quake, and her fingers go to her nipples, I know she’s close. She pinches and pulls on her nipples as she mewls. “So close. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
Adding my hips into the mix, I ram into Quinn over and over. “Come, angel. Complete this fantasy for me.”
God, does she ever.
Her core clenches down on me, strangling my cock as it explodes. My vision blurs for a moment as the strong orgasm barrels through me. It feels like it goes on forever but is still over too quick.
My eyes immediately find Quinn’s face and the satisfied look on it. Nothing makes me feel better than seeing that look on her face every time we do this.
We don’t say anything as we clean up and get ready for bed. After we’re all washed up, we crawl into bed together, naked, and curl into one another. My arms around her. Her face buried in my neck.
Chapter Forty-Four
Quinn
My eyes begin to blink open as snapshots of last night play in my mind. Staring into Alex’s eyes through the mirror as he played with my pussy. The way his face looked as he was on his knees before me. The way his eyes rolled back when I took his cock into my mouth. The intense gaze he gave me as he plowed to the finish.
