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

by Terry Towers

  “No. No no no.” Graham’s hand shot out, grasping her wrist lightly and moving her hand

  back up to his chest, despite his rapidly growing erection. “This hasn’t changed a thing. We have a day of fun and excitement planned. You’re not distracting me with sex.”

  She groaned, rolling over to her back and rolling her eyes. “Fine. Woo me then.”

  Laughing, he sat up and slid from the bed. “Get ready and dress comfortably. It’s going to be

  a packed day.”

  “But if we wear ourselves out with activities today then how are we going to have energy for

  tonight?”

  “Trust me, I’ll have plenty of energy for tonight.” He winked and exited the room. “Now get

  your ass moving!” he shouted from the other room.

  A day of fun and excitement, huh? She smiled. She couldn’t wait.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Graham ~

  This wasn’t what he’d planned for the previous night, but looking at the look of excitement in

  her eyes and smile on her lips, he was actually glad those plans got derailed. He wasn’t sure if

  Coney Island was something she’d be into, but from what he could tell, he couldn’t have picked

  a better date.

  “Oh damn. He’s not going to put that in his nose!” Her nose crunched up and she buried her

  face against Graham’s chest, periodically looking at the carnie who was about to shove a moving

  drill up his left nostril. The carnie turned the drill on and she let out a little, barely audible “eek”

  sound, but turned her head so she could watch.

  Instead of watching the carnie, Graham’s eyes were on her. With each inch the carnie pushed

  the drill into his nostril the wider her eyes got. By the time the drill was fully entrenched in his nose and he began to move it in and out her mouth had dropped open into a big O to match her

  wide eyes.

  The carnie pulled the drill from his nose to a round of cheers and whistles.

  “Thank you everyone. Have a great visit.” His announcement of being done was greeted by

  groans of disappointment, but people quickly left the room in search of their next thrill.

  Genevieve pulled away from him and gave his hand a tug. “Aren’t we leaving?”

  “Nope.”

  “Holy shit, about time you came around here, asshole.” The carnie leapt down from the stage

  and made his way over to Graham and Genevieve.

  Genevieve’s body froze, her brow furrowing as she watched the carnie approach them. She

  leaned into him, whispering., “You know him?”

  “He’s my cousin.”

  “I’m Kirk.” He extended his hand to Genevieve. “Since you don’t know who I am I guess my

  suspicion that I’m the black sheep of the family is justified.”

  “Genevieve.” She hesitated then grasped his hand, giving him a smile as their hands shook.

  “You’re cousins?”

  Kirk released her hand and stepped into him, giving Graham a brief hug before stepping

  back. Grabbing a black band from his pocket Kirk pulled his shoulder-length scraggly black hair

  into a ponytail. With his hair tied back, his tattoos – a combination of flames and chains circling his neck went on full display.

  Graham nodded. “Yup. We have a diverse group of people in our family, you’ll see.” He

  waited for her response, watching her expression.

  “I bet.” She smiled.

  Kirk hooked his thumb in Graham’s direction. “He show you any tricks?”

  Oh fuck me, Graham groaned inwardly.

  She tilted her head to the side, looking up at him questioningly. “Tricks?”

  “Yeah, tricks. We came here to learn the trade together. He pussied out after the fire eating

  and refused to swallow the swords. Decided to sell out and become a cop instead.”

  “I didn’t sell out.”

  Kirk ignored him, jerking his thumbs in his own direction. “When I do things I go all the

  way.” He gave Genevieve a suggestive smile and wink. “Keep that in mind when you get bored

  of him.”

  Her cheeks turned a rosy colour as she turned her attention back to him. “So, you fire eat?”

  Graham nodded, becoming slightly embarrassed himself. “Yup.”

  “And you were planning on becoming a carnie?”

  “Yup.” When it looked like she was going to burst out laughing he put a finger to her lips.

  “But keep in mind, I was eighteen and it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

  Before Graham could respond Kirk rushed out back and a couple of minutes later he

  reappeared with a bottle of oil, two performance torches and lighter. Kirk’s expression was

  determined as he set his eyes on Graham.

  “Fuck no, man. I’m not…” He hadn’t practiced in a couple of years and he didn’t want to

  embarrass himself – or worse – in front of Ginny. He was beginning to regret bringing her to

  Coney Island after all.

  Kirk thrust the items at him. “Don’t be a pussy, women dig a man who can do a trick or two.”

  Genevieve released his hand and went to stand beside his cousin, crossing her arms over her

  chest and hitting him with a challenging smirk. “Yeah. Come on, show me what ya got.”

  Well, fuck. He looked from his cousin to Genevieve and back again. “It’s been a couple years since I’ve done this. I’m not even very good at it.”

  Kirk elbowed Genevieve and nodded. “Yeah. That’s why he dropped out of carnie school,

  couldn’t handle it.”

  “Fine, I’ll eat the fire, I’m not doing a blowout.”

  His cousin turned to face Genevieve full on. “I’d do a blowout for you. That’s just all I’m

  saying.”

  Fuck, I’m looking bad by the family kook. “Fine.” He looked directly at Genevieve, waiting for her to turn her attention from Kirk back to him. When she did he shook the closed bottle at

  her. “Do you really want to see me potentially singe off my eyebrows showing you a blowout?”

  Excitement flashing her eyes, she eagerly nodded her head. “Oh yea, yes yes please. Would

  love it.”

  With a sigh of resignation he gave in. Opening the bottle of oil he dipped the two torches in,

  dosing the wicks, and then set it on a nearby table. Placing both torches in one hand he quickly

  lit them and tossed the lighter onto the table next to the oil.

  “You seriously want to see this?” he asked Ginny, already knowing the answer.

  She nodded, smiling wider than he’d ever seen.

  “Fine.” Bending back so his open mouth was aligned with the ceiling he brought the first

  torch to his mouth and quickly snuffed it out, closing his lips around it. He quickly removed the extinguished torch and then did the same thing with the second.

  Ginny squealed and clapped as he straightened and took a small bow for her benefit.

  “Are you going to show me the other thing?”

  “Yes.” Grinning he grabbed the lighter and relit one torch. He looked at the oil; it had been a

  while but he still remembered how bloody awful the stuff tasted.

  “Over here hun, we don’t want to be in the line of fire,” he heard Kirk say as he moved her

  over to Graham’s left.

  Taking a swig and keeping the oil in his mouth, he took a deep breath, stared at the torch for

  a minute and blew the oil onto the flame. A whoosh sound echoed through the room and a

  massive ball of fire flared out starting from the torch and extending out and up eight feet in the air.

  “Holy shit. That’s awesome! Oh my God!”

  He
smiled hearing Ginny’s excitement as he extinguished the torch and spit out the remainder

  of oil from his mouth, before wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

  As soon as he placed the torches on the table, Ginny threw herself into his arms, pulling him

  into an enthusiastic hug. “That was so cool!” She reached up and kissed his lips, but quickly

  pulled away, making a face of disgust and swiping at her lips with the back of her hand. “Oh

  that’s so gross.”

  “Are you happy now?” He smiled down at her, pleased he could make her happy with such a

  small thing.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Good, now let’s let Kirk get back to work, or what he considers work anyhow.” He caught

  Kirk’s gaze and smiled, making a mental note to make an effort to hang with Kirk more

  frequently. They’d been close as teenagers and into their early twenties, but the years caused a

  separation as years sometimes do with families.

  “Hey man, I get paid and laid for this. Living the dream,” Kirk interjected. He motioned to

  the room. “This could have all been yours.”

  Graham looked down at Genevieve and nodded. “I think I have everything I need right now.”

  Chapter 14

  ~ Genevieve ~

  The day had been a whirlwind of activities and by the time they got to his house she had just

  enough energy left in her to walk over to his beige suede sofa and collapse onto it as she waited for Graham to get them a couple of wine coolers from the fridge.

  “Don’t tell me I’ve worn you out.”

  Genevieve smiled as she looked up and saw Graham crossing the room with two coolers in

  his hands. “Exhausted me, yes. I’m glad I listened to you and wore jeans and a t-shirt.”

  “So you enjoyed yourself?” He placed the coolers on the glass coffee table and sat down next

  to her, pulling her against him, her back to his front.

  “It was so much fun. I work all the time, at least it has been that way since I opened the store, and whenever I did go out it was to stuffy dinner functions.” She didn’t have to tell him they

  were Alex’s stuffy events, she knew it was a given.

  He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a soft squeeze. “Yeah, well. I don’t think

  you’re going to have to worry about stuffy formal events with me.”

  She relaxed into his arms, letting her head fall back against his shoulder and sighed – amen to

  that. “I can’t believe you can do that whole fire-eating thing. It was really cool. Although I really can’t see you being a carnie.”

  Graham chuckled. “Yeah, neither can I to be honest.”

  “Then why did you want to do the training?”

  “I was younger, thought fire eating was cool. Kirk got the crazy idea of taking the classes and

  it wasn’t hard for him to convince me to go along and give it a try.”

  “So why didn’t you continue?” She turned in his arms as he repositioned himself so he was

  lying flat on his back, so she was stretched out over his body, staring down at him.

  Graham laughed a little harder. “Meh, the fire eating is fun, even though I don’t do it

  anymore. I actually got a kick out of it and it really makes you the life of the party, but shoving swords down my throat and drilling my nose. Nah, it wasn’t my thing, I really hadn’t thought it

  through.”

  Genevieve stroked the side of his face; despite shaving that morning a shadow was beginning

  to form on his jaw. “Today was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

  He smiled. “You’re welcome. Although I think the day I met you would have been mine.”

  She cocked her brow at him, a saucy grin spreading across her lips. “You mean the day you

  let me blow you without telling me I had the wrong person?”

  He cleared his throat, a flash of guilt passing through his eyes. “What I mean is the fact I met

  you. Not necessarily the circumstances…”

  She loved seeing him squirm and couldn’t resist teasing him further. “So you didn’t enjoy my

  lips on you?”

  He groaned, shifting under her, an erection beginning to form in his jeans.

  Sitting up on him, straddling his lap, she undid his belt and pants. “So, do you think maybe I

  should try again?” she shrugged, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “I mean, I don’t want

  you to get the impression that I’m horrible at it. I would like to have a second chance.”

  He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “I, ummmm. Yeah. I’m good with giving you

  another shot.”

  Grinning, Genevieve hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans and tugged them

  down. Grabbing the waistband of his boxer briefs, she gave them a yank down, exposing his

  erection to her. The yearning between her legs ignited at the sight of his beautiful cock, proud

  and ready to pleasure her in any way she wanted it to.

  She wiggled her way down the length of his body until her mouth was hovering over his

  member. Grasping his dick she lazily began stroking him, lifting her gaze from his member to

  meet his eyes. Hunger flared up in his blue eyes, causing another stir between her legs.

  Ducking her head, she lashed out her tongue and flicked at one of his balls. His body tensed

  and he inhaled sharply, his fingers slipping into her hair and grasping the back of her head. Her tongue lashed out at the second ball and was rewarded with another groan. Smiling, she softly

  sucked one ball into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His entire body vibrated and his

  fingers fisted into her hair, as she released the first ball to suck in the second.

  “Very good. Oh, very good,” he growled.

  She released his ball and grinned, looking back up at him. “So better than in Vegas?” She

  didn’t wait for a reply, which ended up being a groaning sound, but ran the tip of her tongue

  along the side of his shaft and then circled the head before sucking it onto her mouth and toying with the slit.

  “So incredible, Ginny.”

  Grasping the base of his shaft in her hand she began to stroke the base while her mouth

  moved up and down on him, her tongue circling and teasing with each up and down motion. It

  didn’t take long before he was bucking up into her mouth, the head of his cock slamming against

  the back of her throat with each thrust.

  She moaned around his cock and he groaned with her, the vibrations of her moans taking him

  to another level of desire. She could feel his cock thickening as his balls tightened in her mouth.

  He was going to cum and she welcome it, quickening her pace, and tightening her grasp on the

  base of his dick.

  Unlike in Vegas he didn’t verbally warn her before a forceful stream of his cum came rushing

  into her mouth as she swallowed him down. Once the last spurt of his seed left his shaft, she

  licked him clean before releasing him and looked up to meet his gaze.

  His blue eyes turned incredibly dark, sending a shiver through her. Pushing her back, he got

  off the sofa and stood. Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him. Without warning his mouth

  came crashing down on hers and her mind went blank as the feelings of pleasure came rushing

  through her.

  As they became slaves to their desires for each other their clothing was removed in a blur as

  he urged her toward the bedroom. But they didn’t make it. Her panties were the last article of

  clothing to be removed between them, just as they reached the entrance to the kitchen.

  “Change in plans,�
�� he announced, looking into the kitchen and smiling.

  “Huh?” She glanced into the room wondering what he had in mind. She didn’t have much

  time to ponder; grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips and walked with her into the kitchen and set her onto the countertop next to the fridge.

  “Don’t move.”

  Genevieve trembled. It was cooler in the kitchen than the rest of the house and her nipples

  immediately tightened in response to the chill. She watched him open the fridge, fumble inside

  and when he emerged he was holding strawberries and whipped cream in one hand and a bottle

  of wine in the other.

  “We’re having a snack?” she asked, giving him a timid smile, as she placed her hands on the

  counter behind her and leaned back.

  Smiling, Graham gave her a wink and set the berries and whipped cream on the countertop

  beside her then took a second to open the bottle of white wine. “Oh yeah.” Placing the opened

  bottle of wine on the counter, he grabbed the whipped cream can and shook it before popping off

  the top. Pointing the nozzle toward her left nipple, he sprayed a small dollop onto it, covering the peak. She inhaled sharply, the cool whip teasing her hard nipple. He added another dollop onto

  her other nipple and then stepped back, inspecting his handiwork.

  “You had better be cleaning that up mister.”

  “I indeed to.” He leaned down and his tongue lashed out swiping the cream from her nipple,

  then took it into his mouth a second time nipping lightly and sending a jolt of pleasure through

  her. Kissing his way across her chest he repeated the process with the second nipple.

  Coating her nipples a second time, he removed a strawberry from the box and swiped the

  end of the berry in the cream and held it to her mouth. She hesitated a moment before taking a

  bite from the sweet, succulent fruit.

  He dipped a second berry into the cream on her second nipple, ate the berry and then covered

  his lips with hers. His lips and tongue were sweet and delicious as their kiss deepened, their

  tongues dancing.

  She was so engrossed in the pleasure of his lips and tongue that she didn’t notice him picking

  up the can until she felt the cool cream covering her mound. She broke the kiss with a squeal.

  She tried to close her legs, but his body in front of her refused to allow it.