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

by Terry Towers

  “I… I’ve never…” She wanted to tell him she’d never had anyone enter her ass and was

  scared it would hurt. But it was embarrassing; she felt as inexperienced as a virgin at that

  moment.

  He grabbed her chin in his hand and tilted her face so he could kiss her. His lips grazed hers

  lightly. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Relax and it’ll be okay.”

  She nodded.

  “If you want to stop, say so. We won’t make you do anything, baby.”

  “Okay.”

  Graham’s cock flinched between her legs, reminding her of the stunning man under her,

  ready and waiting to give her pleasure. She leaned over Graham, her breasts swinging just over

  his lips. He took the opportunity to capture one nipple between his teeth, nipping hard enough to make her cry out as a jolt of pleasure rushed through her.

  She positioned herself over him, closed her eyes and slowly speared herself with his length.

  She moaned a little louder with each inch that filled her, spreading her to capacity to

  accommodate his girth. Releasing her nipple from his lips, he groaned in unison with her.

  Once he was fully sheathed within her heated core she opened her eyes and laid herself fully

  onto him. Not moving on his dick and simply savouring the feel of him filling her, she placed a

  kiss on his chest, she kissed her way up his neck and to his lips.

  She was so engrossed in Graham and the feel of their tongues frolicking that for the briefest

  of moments she forgot that Dane was in the room, until she felt his hands on her bottom,

  spreading her cheeks and applying lube to her back entrance. Her body tensed over Graham and

  she pulled her lips from his.

  “It’s okay sweetie.” Caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, Graham gave her a soft

  smile and kissed her tenderly. “He won’t hurt you. If he does I’ll kick his ass.”

  Graham gave her a wink, making her laugh, but her laughter was cut short by the foreign feel

  of Dane’s index finger pressing against the tight muscle of her ass and slowly entering her. She

  groaned softly and found her arousal spiking, surprised to find herself bucking back against his

  finger, wanting and needing it deeper.

  Dane added a second finger, scissoring her ass, stretching her opening as he pumped his

  fingers in and out. He was relentless, pumping in and out of her ass as she moved with him.

  Graham began to moan under her as she moved on him, his deep feral groans adding to her

  excitement. Just when she thought she was going to come Dane removed his fingers, leaving her

  on the edge of an orgasm.

  “God Dane… Wh -” Her question was cut off by the feel of something much larger being

  pressed at her back entrance. Genevieve started to move away, but Dane’s grip on her hips kept

  her secure.

  “It’s okay,” Graham whispered to her. “I’m here. Focus on me and relax.”

  She nodded and kept her gaze glued to him as his brother began to press into her. While his

  fingers were uncomfortable, yet feeling amazing, his cock hurt.

  “It’s too big,” she whimpered, burying her face between the nook of Graham’s shoulder and

  neck.

  Grabbing her chin, Graham forced her lips down to his kissing her passionately, distracting

  her from the burning and slight pain in her backside.

  “Almost there baby,” Dane’s voice soothed from behind her, massaging the back of her neck

  as he pushed harder, finally breaking through and beginning to bury his length within her. The

  pain started turning to pleasure and by the time he was halfway in, she was bucking wildly

  against him.

  “God dammit, I’m balls deep baby,” Dane hissed through clenched teeth from behind her.

  She ripped her mouth from Graham’s and groaned loudly. “Oh fuck me Dane. Hard. Please!”

  The feel of both men filling her was overwhelming, the pressure and pleasure so intense it

  brought tears to her eyes. She’d never felt so overwhelmingly full and she needed to come. She

  needed it now, or she felt she would explode.

  “Are you sure?” Came the question from behind her.

  “Yesyesyes!” she cried out in response, digging her nails into Graham’s shoulders.

  He pulled out and she held her breath as he slammed into her and with his thrust her world

  exploded. Genevieve screamed out as an orgasm so intense rocked through her body, and let her

  forehead drop to Graham’s shoulder. Instead of feeling the need to relax and bask in the orgasm,

  her body demanded more! Her pussy clenched around Graham and she began to move wildly on

  him, milking his cock, needing him to feel the pleasure his brother had given to her.

  “Oh fuck, sweetie, I’m not going to last long like this,” Graham grunted under her.

  Less than a minute later, the three of them found a rhythm together – giving, receiving and

  experiencing pleasure. She never thought she could have experienced something as intense as the

  feel of two powerful men, claiming and sharing her body – but here she was. And it was so good

  – too good, if that could be possible.

  “Holy fuck, your beautiful ass feels good, baby,” Dane growled.

  “Oh my,” she gasped, breathless.

  She found her body revving up, racing toward the finish line of another orgasm. As she came

  close to coming again she felt Dane’s cock thicken and harden in her ass and with a low grunt of

  satisfaction he slammed into her ass, releasing his seed.

  His body trembling within her ass set her off a second time. She bit lightly into Graham’s

  shoulder as her body was overcome with a second orgasm. Her orgasm sent Graham toppling

  over the edge as well.

  “Oh my God sweetie,” he gasped. Grabbing onto her hips he pulled her tight to his cock as he

  released.

  She barely felt Dane pulling out as she collapsed into Graham’s arms completely spent. She

  indulged in the feel of his depleted shaft remaining in her as she took a moment to catch her

  breath. As she pulled up and looked down at Graham and saw the look of hunger in his eyes still

  remained, she came to the realization that she may have bitten off more than she could chew with

  the Porter brothers.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  Genevieve groaned softly as she slowly woke. Her entire body ached, but in a good way. It

  took her a moment to remember where she was and what she’d experienced the night before. The

  blackout drapes covered the sunlight from shining in, only allowing a sliver of sunlight into the room, just enough to see the two men in bed with her, one on either side of her.

  Dane was sprawled, spread-eagle on his back, a proud hard-on reaching for the ceiling while

  she was wrapped in Graham’s arms, his hard, warm body spooning hers, his arm wrapped around

  her waist. It felt good to be in his arms, and she wished she could remain there all day, but she knew she couldn’t.

  As she continued to wake up, the gravity of what she’d done occurred to her. She was

  wedged between two men she barely knew, her body coated in the evidence of their afternoon

  and night together. This wasn’t going to end well for her. No man would share a girl with his

  brother, spending the day fucking every hole she had and then seriously consider being with her

  after that. She was disposable. A day of entertainment. A night of turning a girl who was

  virtually a virgin into their Vegas whore. While all these tho
ughts rushing through her head, it

  really wasn’t the two men sleeping on either side of her that she was angry with – it was herself.

  With regret and a heavy heart she slowly wiggled out of Graham’s grasp. Attempting to

  wiggle from Graham was a task in itself; each time she was almost free he’d reach for her in his

  sleep and pull her tight again. Once free, she carefully squirmed from the king-sized bed. Tears

  formed in her eyes as she looked down at the two men. If she had been strong maybe this could

  have ended differently. But she’d been weak and let her body control her sense of reason.

  She needed to get out of there. She needed out of Vegas as soon as possible; the first flight

  out. Quickly as she could without making too much noise she got dressed and wrote a note

  saying a quick goodbye. On impulse she gave them both a kiss on the cheek before she exited the

  suite.

  They’d had their fun time in Vegas, tag teaming some chick they picked up in a casino so

  neither of them would come after her. She wanted to feel good about never seeing them again,

  because never seeing them again would mean she’d never have to think about what kind of

  whore she could allow herself to be… Then why did the thought of never seeing them again

  make her feel so fucking bad?

  Chapter 7

  The Present – Graham

  Graham knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be welcome at her boutique. If she’d been

  cold with his brother then he didn’t even want to imagine how cold she’d be to him – but he

  needed to see her. He needed to explain and seek her forgiveness at the very least, and have

  dinner with her if the best-case scenario were to come about. His brother, Dane, had been able to dismiss what had happened in Vegas as just another “thing” that happened, but Graham was

  unable and unwilling to do that.

  He needed to know that she was all right. The way she fled Vegas without a word to either of

  them, leaving just a brief, impersonal note, made him think she wasn’t close to being okay with

  what happened. A part of him wasn’t sure he was either. But the past was the past and he hoped

  they could move on from it.

  Despite the sign on the door stating the shop was closed, he tried the door and was rewarded

  with the knob turning and the door swinging open. A soft chime sounded as he stepped past the

  threshold, announcing his arrival.

  He spotted her immediately as she made her way from the back of the store and his cock

  jerked alive. Visions of her sandwiched between him and his brother came to mind, followed by

  thoughts of her on her knees taking him into her mouth. And the sounds of her screams as she

  came…

  Sweet Jesus I have to stop thinking about it. He shook his head of the images; getting rock hard with no way to relieve the pressure, aside from his own hand, wouldn’t do him a bit of

  good.

  Squaring her shoulders she glared at him, her green eyes flaring up with anger. “What are

  you doing here, Graham? Your brother was already here to take my statement.”

  How did she know? As soon as the thought came to mind the two-inch scar along the left side of his jaw reminded him of the difference between him and his brother. It was a part of him now

  so he usually forgot it was there, unless someone brought it up.

  “I’m not here for the break-in. I’m sorry to hear about that by the way.” His eyes scanned the

  store, without proceeding further into it. He immediately noticed the smashed-in showcase and

  then the broken cabinets at the back of the store – the showcases all empty.

  “Yeah. Well. It happens, I guess.”

  “Are you okay? Are you insured?”

  “Yeah. It happened sometime overnight, I wasn’t here. And yeah, I’m insured, not that it’s

  going to do me any good in trying to get new stock.” She moved closer to him until he was only

  a few feet away. He could faintly detect the scent of roses – so sweet. It fit her. The scent

  reminded of him having her bundled into his arms…

  “If there’s anything –”

  “You could tell me what you’re doing here to start with,” she interrupted.

  “I was in the neighbourhood and thought you might be hungry.”

  She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Bullshit. Why are you here?”

  “All right. I wanted to feed you. Apologize. Maybe start over.” He hesitated but stepped up to

  her, placing his hands on her upper arms. “I just want to get to know you, Genevieve. No strings

  attached, no expectations. Just trying to make up for whatever made you feel bad. Is that so

  horrible?”

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  “Will you tell me why you took off after what happened? You just left, no word at all. You

  just left a vague note. We were worried,” Graham inquired before taking a hearty swig from his

  glass of beer. “If you don’t want to tell me that’s fine, but I’d like to understand.”

  Two sides of her were battling. She wanted to start over and forget what happened in Vegas,

  but on the other hand she was embarrassed. What kind of girl fucks two guys at once, guys she

  barely knows, twin brothers at that!

  “I just… it was too much.”

  “I don’t understand.” The concern in his eyes was so genuine it was hard to hold onto her

  resolve.

  She sighed. “Did Dane tell you why I was in Vegas?”

  He shook his head. “We never really spoke about you after you took off.” Seeing her face

  fall, he reached across the table and took her hand in his, relieved she didn’t pull her hands away.

  “We’d never done anything like that before, Ginny. It was something that happened. Neither one

  of us wanted to discuss it after the fact. Especially after you rejected us both.”

  Guilt began to fill her. “I didn’t reject you two. I was confused.” Maybe she’d overreacted. It

  was such a volatile time for her. “I wasn’t thinking straight. It felt so good being with you…” A light appeared in his eyes, the corners of his lips beginning to form into a smile. “… and Dane.”

  The light in his eyes died as did the partial smile.

  “I see…”

  She groaned, lowering her head onto her hand. “You see. It’s too complicated.”

  “It doesn’t have to be.”

  “And that doesn’t get us past the fact you allowed me to think you were Dane.”

  He chuckled, giving his head a shake. “That wasn’t entirely my fault.”

  “You don’t think you could have given me a little heads up?”

  It was Graham’s turn to sigh. “I know I should have, but… shit. I was struggling to get over

  my wife and…”

  “Wife!” Genevieve withdrew her hand from his, sat back in her chair and eyed him with

  suspicion. “You’re married?”

  “It’s not like that. I was married. Yes.” He thrust a hand through his hair in frustration. “We

  got married, I caught her cheating and ended it. We’d only been married a few months. It was a

  blow, it was part of the reason Dane and I were in Vegas, he was trying to pull me from my

  mood.” He shrugged. “That and we came into a small inheritance.”

  “That’s horrible!”

  Graham shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m just trying to move forward and leave her in the past.”

  “I was in a similar situation.”

  “Running away from a cheating husband?” He cocked a brow up at her, a smile forming on
r />   his lips.

  “Fiancé. He left me at the altar, broke up with me a half-hour before the ceremony while I

  was in my wedding dress. He was hooking up with a co-worker.”

  He grimaced. “Ouch.” His smile quickly returned. “However, I think I’d prefer to be left at

  the altar than walk in on my wife doing the FedEx guy on my new kitchen table.”

  “Oh my! You’re kidding, right?” She couldn’t have helped the grin forming on her lips if

  she’d tried. It was such a cliché. Just as much a cliché as her ex-fiancé with a co-worker.

  “Afraid not. He was even wearing the shorts with the mid-calf black socks.” He cringed.

  “Just humping away.”

  She cringed, attempting to force the image from her mind.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Graham ~

  While he was making a joke out of his discovery of his wife and the delivery guy, it still

  stung his ego; he just didn’t want Ginny to know that. He supposed with time he’d be able to

  genuinely joke about the scenario, he just wasn’t there quite yet.

  “So what happened then?” She leaned forward in her chair, her green eyes wide, eager to

  hear the remainder of the story.

  “They heard me walk into the dining room. So he pulls out and turns to look at me. I was in

  full uniform so his eyes didn’t take long to discover my pistol attached to my hip.”

  “Oh my God, did you pull your gun on him!” Placing both elbows on the table, she leaned in

  even closer, her eyes going wide.

  Graham laughed. “God no! I wanted to, though.” Surprisingly, talking about what happened

  with her didn’t seem to hurt quite as much, although the look of childlike wonder in her eyes as

  she waited for the rest of his story made him want to tell it. “But I think an angry husband with a pistol and a badge would intimidate most men.”

  “Not to mention you’re big.”

  “Huh?”

  Her face flushed and she lowered her eyes. “I mean. Not like that…”

  “You’re not making this better.” He knew what she meant, but seeing her squirm was

  amusing him. It felt good to laugh again.

  “You know what I mean…” She batted at his hand, but continued to refuse to meet his gaze.

  “No, I don’t think I do.”

  “Where in the hell is our food anyhow?” She looked behind her in the direction of the