One Night in Vegas

by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue

  I was a bit confused but rose up to let him scoot behind me. He dragged me between his legs, my back resting on his chest. Though he still wore his slacks, I could feel the definition of his erection pressing into my back.

  “Am I hurting you?” I looked back over my shoulder. He smiled in return.

  “It’s a little tight in there right now, but don’t worry. I’ll get my turn with you soon, beauty. Besides, I’m going to love watching Fletch fuck you.”

  If that didn’t turn the rest of me to mush, little else would. Gratefully, I sagged back against him, welcoming his toying touch on my breasts. His hands were so big and warm, they made me feel tiny and treasured.

  “You like what he’s doing?” Fletcher’s gaze was hooded and hot, his mouth parting as Drake pulled at both my nipples, turning them upward like red jewels of sacrifice.

  “Mmmm hmmm. But I think I’m about to like what you’re doing even more.”

  Fletcher grinned and lined himself up at my entrance. I was scared and excited, not sure which would win the battle.

  “Just go slow, okay?”

  “Baby, I would never hurt you.”

  “It’s just…been awhile. This is a big change.”

  “I think things are about to change for all of us, love.”

  He pushed in just a bit, inciting goose bumps across my skin. My nipples were tighter than ever. Drake hissed when grazing across them. “You are so fucking sexy.” He growled it in my ear. “How does Fletcher’s cock feel inside you?”

  “Good,” I rasped. “So good.”

  Fletcher thrust an inch deeper. My eyes rolled back in my head. I moaned in pleasure and he moved again, driving farther into my body. He rocked back and slid in again, creating an amazing friction.

  “Oh God, Fletcher.”

  “Yeah, sugar?”

  “It’s—ohhh—”

  “I know, baby. I know.”

  “More. Please…more.” I ran my hands up his arms, coiling and flexing in order to brace his weight above me. When our eyes met, I lost my breath at the depth of desire I saw shining back at me. Oceans. His eyes were fathomless, sun-drenched oceans.

  My begging urged him on. He moved in and out of me in a deliciously slow rhythm. Drake kept kissing my shoulders and neck, whispering the dirtiest of ideas in my ear. I was going to explode from the pleasure they heaped on me in ever-building waves of ecstasy, heat, and seduction. The pressure in my sex rolled and pushed and demanded, spreading and tingling, a flood begging for a shattered dam, though part of me never wanted the exquisite torture to cease.

  “Please, Fletcher. I’m so close. Please…ohhh…stop.”

  “Stop? Why would I stop now?” He grinned down at me.

  “I—I don’t want it to be over yet.”

  Drake spoke up. “Sweet girl, you think everything ends at orgasm number one?”

  “N-number…one?”

  “We’re not doing our job if you don’t hit four, five, or six by the time we’re done.”

  Fletcher joined his laugh to my gasp. “Think of this as your warm up.” He leaned down, sinking his teeth into my shoulder…sending me over the edge. Every muscle tensed as tidal waves of tingling pleasure surged through, drowning me in liquid bliss that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  When I finally opened my eyes again, Fletcher was staring at me with what seemed like awe. “Sweet Tolly,” he grated. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You, consumed by pleasure. I feel ten feet tall, baby.”

  “But you didn’t—” My protest was cut off by another mouth covering mine. Drake’s taste consumed me. His passionate groan resounded through my head.

  Just as Fletcher’s growl warmed the side of my neck. “We’re not in a race, sugar. We have all night. It may be enough time.”

  “For…for what?” I managed to get it out past the numbing pulses Drake left behind on my mouth.

  “For making sure you remember exactly who’s been inside your body—and exactly what we did to it.” He demonstrated the point to perfection by stroking fingers along the lips that still welcomed his swollen sex, continuing to move in and out with slow, sensual deliberation. I shuddered at once. Everything there was so sensitive after my climax. I bucked up into him, thrusting his cock deeper inside me.

  “Ooohhhh!”

  “Damn. That feels amazing. I’m so deep in you, baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on me.”

  I repeated the motion with my hips, driving him deeper, causing me to gasp with each new lunge. He looked very satisfied with himself each time I cried out, perhaps even smug, but I couldn’t contain the sound. I’d never been stimulated so deeply.

  “Don’t hold it back, Tolly. That one little sound…you have no idea what it does to me.”

  I laughed a little. “I might have some idea.”

  “Oh yeah? Well that sound and your tight, sweet pussy are going to make me explode. Would you like that? If I came deep in your wet cunt?”

  I could only nod this time. I couldn’t bring myself to repeat the words. I couldn’t speak the same way they did, though all of it was the most exciting thing to ever happen to my mind and body. They’d taken over it all, and I never wanted it to end.

  “So shy. Sweet, sweet Talia.” Drake tweaked my nipples again while he nibbled my neck. “Do it, baby. Make Fletch lose his mind.”

  His words empowered my hips again, rocking up while Fletcher picked up the pace of his plunges. The muscles in his shoulders and neck bunched as he held himself above me. The only place our bodies touched was intensified by its absence everywhere else.

  “Baby…I need to come. I’m going to fill you with this load. Take it for me, Talia. Take it all.”

  “Do it, man.”

  “God, yes! Please do it!”

  He pumped harder and faster, building up to the explosion that was his release. With a terrible, beautiful groan, he set that force free. I wasn’t sure I’d seen anything more beautiful than his straining body, his passion-drenched face, and his thrown-back head. I tried to memorize every detail of the moment, knowing I’d be coming back to it later.

  His dick pulsed against my inner walls as he slowed his pace, letting my body milk every last drop from his. He buried his forehead into my neck. I could feel the sheen of sweat on his skin.

  “My God, Fletch. I hope that was as good as it looked.”

  When he finally replied to Drake, he had a lazy smile on his lips. “Even better.” He lifted up to kiss me long and deep, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, reminding me of the motion that had just brought him such pleasure. That kiss was all it took for my core to stir again. I needed to feel this same bond with Drake. It was instinctual. I needed it like my next breath.

  Fletcher pulled from my body and stood to discard the filled condom. I rolled to my belly between Drake’s legs. His cock made an impressive bulge in the material still covering it. Unable to hold back, I reached up to firmly stroke him through his pants. He didn’t argue. Harsh grunts curled from deep within him, and he pushed himself into my hand like a giant, dark beast needing to be caressed.

  “Drake?”

  “Yes, angel?”

  “Please take these off so I can feel you.”

  “I’d be happy to, love.” He quickly pulled his pants and briefs down over his hips and kicked them away from his feet. “There. Now have your wicked way with me.”

  Panic set in. I never intended to give him a blow job. I’d never done it in my life and I couldn’t imagine where to start, other than the obvious. I had tried a few times with Gavin, only to have him get frustrated and mean and insult me regarding my lack of experience. Ugly memories battled for the stage of my mind until I looked up and saw Drake’s beautiful, soulful eyes drinking me in.

  “Come here.” He held his arms open. I crawl into them, resting my head on his chest, listening to the strong assurance of his heartbeat.

  “It’s just about tonight. Just about right here. No one else gets in. N
o other worries about past experiences, okay?”

  I frantically blinked back tears. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for. But you can be sure if I ever come face-to-face with the asshole who made you doubt yourself like this, an apology will be the first thing out of his mouth. And then blood, because I’m going to beat some sense into him.”

  “No. No violence. He’s not worth it.”

  “But you are.”

  The tears were instantly forgotten. I leaned up to kiss his perfectly shaped lips. For a man who often seemed chiseled from a hunk of onyx, his mouth was impossibly soft and inviting. Such a lethal combination, borne out by my wayward thoughts the exact next moment. Once I started thinking of what his lips and tongue had felt like on my pussy, I squirmed against his hard shaft. Drake’s responding moan only cranked my tension higher.

  “Can you take more, baby?” he whispered. “I don’t want to push you, but—”

  “But what?” I locked my needy gaze to the mirror of his. Crap. I’d started craving their filthy words like a junkie.

  “I’m dying to bury myself in you,” he grated. “To stretch your walls just like Fletch did. To fuck you just as hard and deep and passionately.”

  I let a slow smile curl my lips. “And I would love nothing more.”

  He grinned too. “Straddle me.” He pulled me up higher so I could hike my leg across his torso and sit up on him. I felt shy but empowered at the same time. Drake slid his muscular body up so he was resting against the headboard, dragging me along with him. Now we sat with faces inches apart, his erection jutting between my legs, teasing me in just the right spot. I was still wet from my joining with Fletcher and I used that slickness to glide back and forth on Drake’s length.

  “Oh Christ, that feels good,” he praised. “Your pussy’s so wet and warm.”

  “Wait until you get inside of her.” Fletcher was back from the other side of the room. He stretched out beside us, intently watching what I was doing. Drake halted me long enough to slide on his condom, then grunted deeply as I began the sensual movements once again.

  “Enough,” he finally growled, hands digging into my waist. “Come here. Lean up a bit, angel.”

  I complied, letting him position himself at my entrance. I sat back and let my flesh part around his width, groaning as he pushed up into my body. The farther I sat back, the deeper he went. Before I took his entire length, I raised back up to let him slide nearly all the way out. At the last second, I lowered back down on him. I repeated the same process over and over, going slowly, savoring the full feeling inside my tight channel. He kept his grip on my waist, steadying me…controlling me. I might have been the one on top, but Drake Newland was clearly in charge of every move we made, every second of pleasure I experienced.

  When I least expected it, he surged forward. Thrown off-balance, I toppled to the bed, my head near the footboard. A giggle bubbled up but I only got out the start of it, overwhelmed once more by his effortless power, his commanding lust. We were separated, but not for long. He barely skipped a beat before plunging his cock back into me. The pleasure from it was enough to make me cry out. I was so sensitive from Fletcher making love to me, but the small amount of pain morphed into more pleasure.

  “Ohhhh, Drake. Feels…so…good.”

  “It does,” he answered. “You’re so tight…gripping me so good.”

  “I—I think I need to come again.”

  “That’s damn good, angel, because I’m not going to last long, either.”

  “Told you so,” Fletcher drawled, though rough splinters underscored his tone. I managed a glance his way. He looked like a lazing lion…with a cock already half-erect again.

  “I’ve waited so long for this,” Drake declared. “Too fucking long to feel you.” He dipped in, kissing my mouth with such passion I was left breathless. When I opened my eyes again, it was to confront his intense stare, trying to crawl into my head through my eyes.

  Maybe even into my heart.

  The pressure built in my core as he thrusted faster, harder. This was unbelievable. I really did think I was going to climax again. I’d never been able to have more than one orgasm a night, but another one built higher and higher, pounding at my clit for freedom. My eyes shot open wider when he hit a very sensitive spot inside, bringing the urge to pee.

  “I know honey, just relax into it. Let it build into the best orgasm of your life.”

  “No—no it feels like I have to pee.”

  He chuckled. “I know baby, just trust me, relax and feel it.”

  “I’m going to pee on you if you keep doing that.”

  “No, you’re going to shatter into a million pieces if I keep doing that.”

  Fletcher provided the laugh I couldn’t, shifting over to help his friend by brushing my hair back, gently kissing my forehead. “Trust him, Tolly. He knows what he’s doing. Let it go, baby.”

  As Drake kicked up the pace of his cock, Fletcher caressed and pinched my nipples, intensifying the sensations in my clit.

  My eyes slid shut.

  My body zinged alive.

  The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. Every time Drake hit that spot, dark spots danced across my vision—and apprehension needled my veins. I tried desperately to do what they said, to relax and let the feelings take me away. Soon, I wasn’t conscious of time passing or even my heart beating. My whole world became the feeling of the cock inside me—claiming me, igniting me, branding me. The pressure climbed inside my sex. Higher. Higher.

  “Come with me, baby. You ready?”

  “Y-yes,” I forced out. “God yes, please!”

  I’d surely explode if I didn’t get some sort of relief. Drake reached between us and pressed on my clit, so slick and wet now. He rubbed faster, fucked me harder—and then suddenly, something snapped. A terrifying, amazing feeling crawled across my chest, down my torso and burst from my core in a thousand points of light. I fought just to get air, seized by the most amazing orgasm of my life. Drake roared as he pulsed into me, his own release rocketing through him.

  My eyes popped open, wide with astonishment. I gulped down air. Whatever he had just done to me, I wanted to do every night until I died. On the heels of that thought, emotions flooded into my heart. I struggled against revealing them. I wanted to tell him, tell them, that I’d fallen in love with them.

  Oh, God. Yes. I loved them.

  The confession hung on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be called forth—

  And ruin the entire evening. The evening? No. The whole weekend. Our whole friendship. The basis of our very successful working relationship.

  I wrapped my arms as tightly as I could around Drake’s neck, pulling him to me. I didn’t want him to see into my eyes. He could read me so well. My crazy emotions would betray me.

  “Holy fuck,” Fletcher muttered.

  “Jesus.” Drake burst it out between heavy breaths. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  Silence. More silence. Here was the part for my obligatory oh, me too!

  It didn’t come. I didn’t dare speak a word. Of anything.

  “Baby?” Drake struggled to pull up, but I held on. “Talia? You okay?” He reached around to unclasp my hands. My feminine strength was no match for his. As my arms dropped, I turned my head, not wanting to face Fletcher either. I was in deep water. Sinking. Drowning.

  “Hey. Hey, baby. It’s okay.” Fletcher pulled me in tightly while Drake went to ditch the condom. “Seriously, that was intense, I could see it. It’s all right to be emotional right now.”

  “I’m not being emotional!” My hiccupping crack was less than convincing.

  “Then it’s okay to not be emotional.” He chuckled, running fingers through my hair over and over, soothing me while I shuddered.

  “That was—it’s just that it was so—so much. So much.”

  Drake returned, pulling me back toward the top of the bed. He and Fletcher untucked the comforter, the
n swept the covers up, blanketing the three of us. Drake urged me into his tight, safe embrace.

  “Thank you,” he whispered into my hair.

  “Why are you thanking me? You did all the hard work.” I tried for levity, but tears ran down my cheeks, ratting me out like a grade school tattletale.

  “I’m thanking you because you shared yourself with me. With us. And it meant the world to us both. We’ve wanted you for so long, Talia Perizkova. I can’t speak for Fletch, but it was beyond worth the wait for me. I’m already thinking about doing it again.”

  “Well spoken, brother.” Fletcher’s words warmed my back and neck as he curled his body against mine. “I couldn’t agree with you more. That was the most explosive experience I’ve ever had. I knew it would be amazing, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the way it actually felt to be inside of you, sweet Tolly.”

  More tears came uninvited. Why were they being the damn wonder lovers? Sounding so genuine? I didn’t need their mind games on top of my heart running rogue.

  “Okay, guys. Enough. You don’t have to say all of these nice things. I know what this was all about, and I went into it knowing full well where we all stand.”

  “Where exactly is that?” Drake loosened his hold on me and I immediately felt the loss.

  “I’m not sure I’m going to like this. Something is giving me a bad vibe all of a sudden.” In two sentences, Fletcher summed up exactly why I loved him so much. There was my brutally open man, saying exactly what everyone else was thinking. Judging by the foreboding look across Drake’s face when I looked up, that was definitely the case. I’d struck a nerve.

  “Did you hear my question, Talia?” His voice edged on stern. “I said, where do you think we stand?”

  There was no getting out of this. And maybe it was just as well that I lay it on the table for them. They could stop faking feelings they weren’t feeling, and hopefully we could all walk away from this with our dignities intact.

  Not to mention our hearts.

  “All right, fine.” I huffed. “I know all about your ‘lifestyle’, gentlemen, if we can call it that without getting crass.”