Losing It in Vegas

by Michelle Graham

  But making love with Rowan had been more than he’d anticipated. He flashed back to her face, contorted in ecstasy as he tongued her into orgasm, and groaned. The feel of her beneath him, around him, had been unlike any other woman he’d been with. At thirty-five, he’d had his share of partners, even had his share of virgins, but none had affected him quite like this, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. The picture of her naked and spread before him flashed into his mind, stirring his cock, clearly eager for more. His head told him to slow down.

  When he opened the bathroom door, his eyes fell upon Rowan, lying on her side with her back toward him. He looked at her creamy skin, the full curve of her hip and her luscious ass, and a small groan escaped his mouth when blood surged into his cock. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder, a shy smile on her face. As he reached the side of the bed, he touched her cheek, lightly stroking it.

  “I see you’re ready for another round,” she said, wrapping her hand around his cock.

  “I am,” he replied with a chuckle. “But let’s hold off for a few minutes first.” In spite of his arousal, he wanted to just hold her. They had the rest of the night to make love.

  She shifted around so that she could crawl under the blankets, and he slid into bed beside her. He pulled her head down to lie on his chest, her soft hair cascading over him. “I thought it was usually the girls who wanted to cuddle and the guys who couldn’t wait to do it again.”

  “Usually,” he agreed. “But I like to think I’m not like most guys.”

  They laid in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him. “Thank you for an amazing first time.”

  “You’re not trying to get rid of me are you?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and then dropped his hand to her shoulder, his fingers trailing along her skin, over her breast, until he brushed against her nipple.

  She sucked in a breath as he feathered touches over her breasts. “No, I definitely want you to stay.”

  He pulled her down for a kiss, lost in the feel of her in his arms. She was passionate and responsive, and the noises she made while he pleasured her gave him immense satisfaction. He slid his hand between her legs to find her dripping again and he smiled against her lips. Looks like we’re both ready for another round. He grabbed another condom from the nightstand and rolled it on.

  “Okay, enough cuddling. Hop on.” He held his cock so it pointed straight up. She looked uncertain. “Just straddle my hips and guide it up into you. When you’re on top, I get a better look at that beautiful body of yours, and it leaves my hands free to explore.”

  She threw one leg over top of him, and then wiggled around a bit until she had herself positioned over his cock. Looking into his eyes, she began to slide herself down onto him, and her tight pussy felt just as heavenly the second time around. When she had settled herself all the way, she moaned and began to rock her hips back and forth, a smile spreading across her face. He reached up and took one of her tits in each hand, playing with them as she rode him.

  “Lean down,” he said, and when she did he was able to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it, running his tongue over the pebbled texture. Then he switched breasts and tongued her other nipple until it too was rock hard. Her moans and sighs floated around him, increasing in frequency and volume as they continued. When he slipped his hand down to massage her clit, she cried out, bucking her hips forward. She threw her head back, which pushed her tits out, and he watched them bounce. Having made her come a few times already, he knew by the way her breathing hitched and her body tensed that she was close to another orgasm and he used his thumb to circle her clit faster. His efforts were rewarded when her pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing him while she screamed.

  As much as he enjoyed having her ride him, he needed to pound into her. “Lie down,” he said to her when the spasms had stopped.

  She kissed him and did as he asked, spreading her thighs to welcome him. Kneeling between them, he slid his cock into her again, and then lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder, following it with the other one. He leaned forward, pushing her knees to her chest, and he began to thrust hard and deep. Each time he pushed in, she screamed.

  “Bruce! Oh, oh, oh! I’m coming again!”

  Though he tried to postpone his orgasm as long as possible, feeling her pussy contract around him, and looking into her face as she screamed his name, pushed him over the edge. He stopped thrusting, holding still while his balls pumped his load into the condom. Every nerve in his body tingled with pleasure, and he shuddered. When the last of his seed had left him, he rolled off her and lay on his back, panting, his cock becoming soft again. Carefully, he pulled off the rubber and dropped it into the trash bin beside the bed.

  “Back in a sec.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead, and then went to the bathroom to wash off. He brought a damp cloth back to the bedroom and gently cleaned Rowan up, enjoying the way she sighed at his touch.

  After crawling back into the bed, he leaned up on one elbow and looked down at Rowan, her silken hair spread out against the pillow, her eyes half closed, and a small smile on her lips. What he wouldn’t give to have someone like this in his bed every night. During his few longer term relationships, he had enjoyed waking up beside a beautiful woman in the morning, though he had never lived with anyone full time. Now, he wanted to settle down, to know that someone would be there with him every morning. Someone passionate. Someone he couldn’t live without.

  No, not someone. Rowan.

  With sudden clarity, he realized that he didn’t want to say good-bye to her. This whole experience started as a one night stand, just a fun fling, but now he knew he wanted much more than a single night.

  Lying down, he pulled her into his arms and held her. With one hand, she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. Eventually her movements slowed, and then stilled as she drifted to sleep.

  Bruce couldn’t sleep. His mind raced as he took a hard look at his life. Though he’d had no shortage of romantic partners, and some of those relationships even lasted more than a year, he was lonely. He wanted…

  What did he want?

  Chapter Five

  Rowan woke slowly, becoming gradually more aware of the man pressed up against her back. She smiled. She had half expected to wake up and find that Bruce had gone back to his room, and she didn’t want that. But he had stayed the night. Knowing that made her body sing, and her head light.

  She thought the sex had been amazing, though she had nothing to compare it to. But she was pretty sure she wouldn’t find better. What had surprised her was the intensity of her feelings. People had one-night stands all the time, with no desire to ever see the person again, so she hadn’t expected emotions to complicate things. She had come here to get laid, but now found herself connected to Bruce in a way she’d never connected with anyone else. She wanted more, more than one night, more than a week.

  How did she not see that coming?

  Behind her, Bruce stirred, and he slid his hand down her waist and over her hip, bringing a soft sigh from her. She could feel his cock beginning to press into her ass. She wiggled her bottom, making him groan, and loved that she could turn him on like this. He moved his hand from her hip to her pussy, and began to slide his fingers up and down her slit. With a moan, she turned a bit and spread her legs to give him better access.

  “Wow,” he whispered in her ear. “You lose your virginity and now you’re just ready any time.”

  “You’re very good at what you do,” she replied in between gasps of pleasure.

  “You make me want to be good at it. I love to watch your face when you come.”

  He turned her more fully toward him and began to work her nipples with his mouth while he slid his fingers into her already wet pussy. She couldn’t believe how quickly she responded to him, or how quickly he brought her to the brink of orgasm again, and he hadn’t even touched her clit this time. She thrust her hi
ps up a bit, trying to bring some part of his hand into contact with the swollen bud.

  “Do you want me to touch your clit?”

  “Yes! Oh, please, yes!”

  “If I touch your clit, will you come?”

  She could only nod, the bucking of her hips becoming wilder. He laughed and crawled between her legs. The feel of his hot breath against her pussy almost did it, but it took the gentle flick of his tongue on her clit before she came. Like last night, he didn’t stop, but continued to lap away at her pussy without giving her time to recover. Rowan knew she sounded like a bad porn movie, but she couldn’t help the noise she made, the grunts, groans, and screams echoing off the walls. Every stroke of his fingers and flick of his tongue forced another cry from her mouth. Within minutes, she came again.

  He still didn’t seem like he was going to stop, but her clit had become too sensitive. She pushed on his head to try and get him away. “Bruce, stop! It’s too much!”

  He lifted his head and gave a lopsided grin. “Roll over.”

  Rowan didn’t think that she could move at all, but after a moment, she managed, folding her arms and resting her forehead on them. He began to kiss the back of one leg, tracing circles with his tongue from her knee to the spot where her ass met her thigh, and then repeated the action on the other leg. This time when he reached her ass he kept going, kissing each cheek. He spread them apart with his hands and shocked her when he dipped his tongue down to caress the tight pucker of her asshole. She tried to move out of his reach but he had her pinned. Though unexpected, she enjoyed the sensation and she began to relax.

  When he lifted his head, she looked over her shoulder to see him rummaging in the basket again, and he withdrew a bottle of lube. Cracking it open, he drizzled some of the liquid onto her asshole and she gasped at the cold.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I should have warmed it up first.”

  “It’s okay,” she replied. “But are you going—”

  “Just my finger, okay?”

  Rowan bit her lip. Unlike her pussy, her ass had never been penetrated by anything. “Will it hurt?”

  “It may be a bit uncomfortable at first, but I’ll use lots of lube. Make sure you tell me if it’s too much.”

  “Okay.”

  “Just relax.”

  He massaged the lube around her asshole, gradually increasing the pressure until she felt the tip of his finger push through the tight ring. He held his finger still for a moment while she adjusted to the strange sensation. Then he began to slide it back and forth, in small movements at first.

  “Rowan, I’m going to put another finger in, alright?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  There was some initial discomfort as he stretched her more, but it didn’t last long. While he fingered her ass, he kissed her back and shoulders, and when she turned her head toward him, his lips met hers, and their kiss was sweet, and sensual. Unhurried. Like we’ve got all the time in the world to stay in bed. Rowan definitely wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.

  When he pulled away, she opened her eyes to see him lying with his head on his arm facing her, and she smiled. “I’m enjoying your fingers,” she said. “But I think I can handle something bigger.” This whole trip had been about losing her virginity, so she might as well cover everything at once.

  His eyes widened slightly. “You don’t have to do that. I thought maybe you’d want to save that for someone you’re more comfortable with.”

  “I’m comfortable with you,” she whispered.

  “But I’ve already taken your virginity.”

  “You didn’t take it,” Rowan said, running her hand through the short hair on the top of his head. “I gave it to you. And I’d like to give you this, too.”

  He kissed her again, and though it had all the passion and tenderness of his other kisses, it had something else. Something that made it…different. But before she could think about it much more, he pulled away and withdrew his fingers from her ass. Behind her, she heard the telltale ripping of a condom package, and then more lube dripped onto her ass. He worked her with his fingers for a few more moments, and then he began to press his cock to her virgin asshole.

  “Just relax,” he said again.

  It turned out his cock was a lot bigger than a couple of fingers, and she tensed. Would it be too much for her? He had been generous with the lube though, and he managed to slide past the tight ring of muscle and deep into her dark channel as she moaned. He leaned forward, lying down on her back, and then threaded his fingers through hers, his forearms resting on either side of her. Her skin tingled where he brushed his lips against the back of her neck and shoulders.

  “Thank you,” he said softly as he kissed her neck and ears. Then he began to move, slowly working his way out, and then back in. The burning eased, replaced by a delicious friction that had her lower abdomen buzzing with excitement. He kept a relaxed pace, and the whole time he thrust into her ass, he held her, and whispered into her ear. Mostly he just said her name, mixed in with his moans and heavy breathing. They weren’t face-to-face, but the experience was just as intimate as their regular love-making had been. Maybe even more so. The world around them ceased to exist, and she lost herself in passion between them.

  Bruce picked up the tempo, thrusting harder. “Rowan! God, you’re so amazing, sweetheart.” He gasped. “I’m going to come, baby.” He stilled and his body shook. He pressed kisses down the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades as he relaxed.

  “How was that?”

  “Unbelievable. I never thought I’d enjoy that, but you’re so gentle…” Emotion overwhelmed her, choking her up. She swallowed and tried again. “You make it easy.”

  He slipped out of her and grazed her lips with his. “We should clean up. Join me in the shower?”

  “I’ll be in shortly,” she said. “I promised to text my friend this morning.”

  As he walked to the bathroom, his laugh, rich and sexy, had her pussy clenching again. Rowan got up and found her purse on the floor where she had dropped it the previous night, and took out the phone. When she turned it on, she saw a message from Carly.

  Where are you???? Call me. It’s urgent.

  Rowan hesitated. Carly had a tendency to overreact, but wouldn’t have asked for a phone call unless she needed to. With a sigh, Rowan dialed the number, not surprised when her friend answered after the first ring.

  “Rowan! Oh thank God!” Carly sounded like she’d been crying, and Rowan’s stomach tightened.

  “What’s the problem?”

  “Y—y—you n—n—need to come home.” Carly’s sobs made it difficult to understand what she was saying.

  “Why? Carly, what’s happened?”

  “D—D—David…” Carly broke down again, wailing on the phone.

  Rowan’s heart leapt into her throat and her chest tightened. “What?”

  There was some static on the other end of the phone and then someone else came on the line. “Rowan? It’s Marie.”

  Though she was reluctant to ask Carly’s mother what happened, she knew she needed to. “What happened to David?”

  “There’s been an accident and he’s in intensive care. It…it doesn’t look good.”

  “Oh my God!” Rowan whispered. “Okay, I’ll get the next flight out. See you soon.”

  Rowan hung up, lip trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks. David and Carly had been together since their junior year of high school, and he had proposed just before their college graduation a few months before. It wasn’t fair that this had happened, not to such good people. Not really seeing through the tears, Rowan began to grab her things and stuff them into her suitcase.

  ****

  “Hey, sexy. Are you going to—” Bruce walked, naked, from the bathroom, but stopped short when he saw Rowan packing. “Rowan? What the hell?”

  Rowan shook her head and said nothing. Bruce went to her side, took her arm, and turned her toward him. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her face. “W
hat’s wrong?”

  Without a word, Rowan grabbed him and laid her head on his chest, sobbing. He hesitated a moment and then put his arms around her. Not knowing what else to do, he stroked her hair, and whispered in her ear. “Shh. It’s okay, sweetheart.”

  After a few minutes, she calmed down enough to talk to him. “My best friend’s fiancé was in an accident, and it doesn’t look good. I have to go home. She needs me.”

  “Oh, Rowan. I’m so sorry.” He squeezed her, cursing inside. Though their one night had passed, Bruce planned to ask her to stay with him for the rest of the week, at which point he would suggest that New York City likely had better job opportunities for an art history major than New Haven. But he couldn’t ask her to stay now, not when something so tragic had happened. What could he do? As he held her, another plan formulated in his head.

  “You need to clean up before you leave,” he said. “Let’s have a shower, no hanky panky, and then see if we can get a couple of seats on a flight back east.”

  She lifted her head to catch his eye. “A couple of seats?”

  Bruce took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be selfish right now, because I know you have to go. Your friend needs you. But…” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I need you, Rowan. I know it sounds bizarre after only one night, but one night with you isn’t nearly enough. And the thought of some other man being with you is driving me crazy.” He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck, I’m not explaining this right and I sound like some creepy stalker.”

  Rowan touched his cheek. “I want more time with you, too.”

  Heart thudding in his chest, Bruce covered her hand with his, and planted a gentle kiss to her palm. “Let me come home with you. I still have vacation time left, and I don’t want to spend it anywhere else but by your side.”