Vegas Miracle (14 page)

For some odd reason, in the middle of all this erotic experirence, she recalled herself in the plush ladies lounge at one point during the festivities, her sister Alice by her side, tears streaming down her face.  Alice had held her, brushing the stray tendrils of blond hair off her brow.

"Jesus, seriously? You’re sad?"

Grace had sniffled and stared up into Alice’s dark blue eyes.

"No, I’m terrified."

"Of what?  Money? Security? The hottest husband on the planet?"

Grace had sighed and put her head on Alice’s shoulder.  "No."

"Oh, I know," she said.  "He’s going to be a handful."

Grace laughed at the understatement.

"But sis, if you asked him, he’d slice off his cock and let you carry it around in your purse."

Grace remembered feeling completely helpless at that moment.  What had she done?   Alice had shaken her off, squaring her shoulders with both hands and glaring at her older, sniveling bride of a sister.

"Look, the man is over the moon in love with you.  Just go with it, will you? Stop reading disaster into everything.  It'll all be just fine. God almighty you two are scary together, you know that?" 

Grace had rallied, returned to Ryan’s side and danced the night away among friends in the arms of the man she loved beyond reason. 

The feel of Henri’s mouth on her belly brought Grace fully back to the present.  She shifted on the silk duvet as he nipped and licked at her bare flesh while Ryan held her lips captive.  She relished being the center of attention and let her arms relax in their restraints for the first time since Ryan secured them to the bedpost.  Two men, both completely focused on her, their lips, hands, and bodies all hers.  But she wasn’t used to being bound and felt the panic rise in her gut once again. 

Ryan’s strong body slid alongside hers, likely picking up on her anxiety.

"Please trust me, Grace."  His voice soothed.  She tried to calm herself.  Henri’s lips disappeared for the moment and she started to glance down towards her feet where he’d just been when her vision went black. 

"What the…"

"Just let go for a while," Ryan’s voice was near her ear as he pulled the blindfold over her eyes, quickly joined by Henri’s sing-song accent.

"Yes, Grace, let go. Let us do this for you."

When one set of lips encircled her nipple and another started nibbling up the inside of her thigh, she finally did just that, sighing in relief.  Letting the two men take over, giving into the moment, Grace’s entire body felt licked by flames up as the lips became insistent and the bondage chafed at her wrists. 

"Ah shit, Ryan," she mumbled.

"I’m gonna make it okay, I promise." 

She shivered, sighed and bent one leg up, allowing Henri full access to her pussy, still wet from their earlier encounter, now pulsing with renewed need.   n a quick movement, the men changed positions.  It was now Ryan’s lips on her clit, pulling her into his mouth, sucking and tasting her.  She started to shift her hips, realizing he had to be tasting Henri.  But the constant suction and pressure on her clit was about to send her over the edge again.  Then Henri’s lips closed over her nipple and she felt his teeth, a quick nip, the sharp pain making her squeal and her pussy pulse with a sudden, knee jerk orgasm. 

"Mmmmm," Ryan’s voice echoing between her legs as he lapped at the juices flowing from her made her flush red from head to toe. 

"My God, that was gorgeous," Henri whispered in her ear, his lips trailing around her jaw line.  He ran a hand up and down her stomach past her rock hard nipples, just brushing them as her body bucked then calmed.  She flexed her wrists against their bonds, wanting to touch all the male flesh around her, whimpering in frustration.  But the friction was pleasant, sexy even, and she arched her back, her body on fire with lusty energy.

"I want to fuck you," she heard Ryan’s hoarse voice near her ear. 

"No, I want to fuck you," Henri’s lips tickled her other ear.  Grace grinned.  

"Well, boys, we have a dilemma," she relaxed down into the soft pillows again.  Her skin pebbled in anticipation of what was about to happen.  "Untie me and let’s see if we can solve this problem."  The words coming from her mouth surprised even her.  A quick flick of a wrist and her hands were free but the blindfold remained in place.   Hands pulled her up, lips covered hers.  She was no longer able to determine which of the amazing men servicing her was doing what which somehow seemed appropriate. 

Two sets of masculine hands were running down her body, cupping her breasts, her ass, tickling at her pussy, but there was more going on and she knew it.  The gasps and moans in her ears weren’t of her making since she wasn’t doing any of the touching.

Not in the mood to analyze it, Grace just wanted to feel it, to feel loved by two men this way.   When one of the men slipped down beside her she felt the other one lift her up and help her straddle the one lying on the bed.  Settling her hips against the cock beneath hear, Grace reached for her blindfold. She was done with the games and ready to face the reality in the room.

She pulled off the mask and looked into the eyes of Henri, positioned beneath her, his thick cock throbbing against her pussy.  She leaned down over him, her hair curtaining his face.

"Are you my husband’s lover," she demanded as she cocked her hips so he could slip inside her, bringing a gasp to his lips.

"Ah….shit, yes, I," Henri groaned and gripped her hips, moving up higher inside her as she stared at him. Grace clamped down, squeezing his cock with her walls, making him moan and thrust into her.

"Answer me."

"Yes," Ryan’s voice came from behind her, his hands on her shoulders making Grace squeeze her eyes shut.  "But I’m not leaving you, Grace."  He put a hand on her ass, rubbing a finger along her anus, a bit of massage oil making his finger slick as it dipped inside.  Grace arched her back, pressing against his finger.  Slipping it inside her tightest hole, stretching her so she could take his cock, Ryan used his other hand to lift her up off Henri, then back down.

"Ah, God that's an amazing sight," his breath hit her neck.

Grace looked down at the man beneath her, his eyes nearly black, glistening with emotion as he stared at her.  The feel of his cock inside her filling her so completely as she rolled her hips against him before lifting up and pressing against Ryan nearly made her want to cry.

"Grace," Henri gasped.  "We, we are…we both love you." His jaw clenched as Grace stared at him.  He groaned as Grace rolled her hips against him, his cock reaching ever higher inside her tight body.  She leaned over further, giving Henri access to her nipples, which he took eagerly between his lips, sucking one and rolling the other between his fingers.  Sensing Ryan shift behind her, he positioned himself and his cock to enter her. Grace bit her lip.

"You okay," Henri demanded, looking over her shoulder to signal for Ryan to wait.

"This is about you so unless you want it, we will stop."

"I want it," Grace whispered.  Ryan leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder.  "Please, Ryan," she leaned back into his strong chest and he cupped her breasts, pulling her back so Henri could get a different angle inside her.  "Oh please," she gasped as Henri shoved his cock further and Ryan pinched her nipples while nibbling her neck.  "I want you both." she muttered.  Nothing seemed more perfect right now other than having both of these men inside her, sharing her, cherishing her between them.

Ryan eased her back down so she was back face to face with Henri.  He grinned, covered her lips with his, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth, his hands fisted in her hair.

"Okay," Ryan repositioned himself and was rubbing the tip of his hard, lubed shaft against her, "I’ll go slow. You tell me if it’s too much."  She could hear the tension in his voice, knew he was turned on, near explosion already.   Grace tensed as the head of Ryan’s cock slipped past the tight outer ring of her muscles.

Henri took her face in his dark hands.

"Relax, Grace," he soothed.  "Let him in, you won’t be sorry."  Before he kissed her again, distracting her with his lips and tongue, Henri shifted back, pulling out of her to make room for Ryan as he entered her fully, making her cry out.

Ryan stopped, his hands on her hips, as she relaxed, feeling Henri’s lips on her nipples, tugging them, easing her into the moment and Grace let the double penetration posses her.  Henri and Ryan had their rhythm down pat as her husband slid his cock out to make room for Henri.  Then they reversed it and the full, incredibly tight feeling of Ryan’s stiffness filling her was breathtaking only to be replaced by Henri’s shove inside her walls with every other stroke.

"My God," she breathed, letting herself be manipulated between them, letting them move her.  Their tightly choreographed dance was slow at first as she adjusted to the pain and pleasure to be found between the two men.  But after a while, she sensed Ryan’s urgency behind her and knew he was close, that he wanted to fuck her harder.  She shifted back a little, exposing more of her ass to him.  Henri left the head of his cock inside her, watching her eyes as the two of them collaborated without speaking to bring pleasure to Ryan.  She tilted her hips up.

"Harder, baby," she muttered.  "Fuck me like you mean it."

"Unh," Ryan grunted and shoved himself inside her ass harder with each thrust as Henri bit his lip watching how Grace’s breasts bounced near his face while she was getting fucked from behind.  He slid a hand down, stroked her clit, never taking his eyes from hers. She knew he was holding back, too, but the sensation of her husband’s cock in her ass made her close her eyes in advance of her impending orgasm.  It exploded behind her eyes, massive and a little scary as Ryan clutched her hips and rammed into her with a final groan of pleasure.

"Oh Jesus, Ryan," she cried out, tears near the surface with her own release.

"Ah, yessss…" Ryan spilled into her and pulled out slowly in a move she guessed was his attempt to lessen the pain.  Grace bit her lip to keep from whimpering.

The she glanced down at the man beneath her.  He was beautiful, no doubt about it.  His mocha skin practically edible, his deep, brown eyes yearning and heavily lidded.   Grace leaned down and kissed him tenderly as she lowered herself back down on his thickness.  He stretched her out, made her gasp.   Ryan collapsed on the bed next to Henri and was watching the young man’s face intently.   But Henri only had eyes for Grace as he shoved up inside her again, his pubic bone grinding against her clit with delicious friction.

"Grace," he muttered, closing his eyes, his hips taking on a rhythm with unmistakable purpose.  Grace looked over at Ryan and caught the intense emotion in his eyes as he stared at her.  She leaned up, putting her hands on Henri’s chest, pushing down, wanting to feel every last inch of him as she squeezed her vaginal muscles, pulling the orgasm from him.

Grace cried out.  "I’m gonna come again.  Come with me. I want it. Please, Henri, Oh God!" Grace cried as her clit pulsed and her pussy clamped down on Henri’s length, spasms rocking her entire body.   He bucked underneath her, hands on her hips, moving her up and down on his shaft until with a final thrust and grunt of exertion he came, filling her high inside, so high she could sense the warmth near her cervix.

He kept pulsing inside her and she collapsed down on his damp chest, Ryan rubbing her back with soft hands. When she pulled up off Henri' cock and fell down between them, Grace had never felt more complete in her life.  Worried she was in some sort of dream state, that there was no way this amazing thing had just happened to her, she opened her eyes and sat up, glaring first at Ryan then Henri.

"What is it, my love," Ryan pulled her back down to nestle into his shoulder.  Henri was still lying on his back, his breathing slowly calming.  When he flipped up onto his side and smiled at them, Grace’s heart lifted.  Ryan’s lips pressed into her hair and she reached out to pull Henri to her lips.  He kissed her then leaned up to kiss Ryan.  Grace’s initial shock turned to pleasure as she watched the two men sandwiched as she was between them.  She pushed herself back when they separated, shocked as the room took on a little spin.  She hadn’t had nearly enough to drink to bring on true bed spins but the nausea rose, making her sit up to keep from gagging.

Making her way down to the foot of the bed, Grace limped to the large bathroom.

"Grace?"  Ryan’s voice rose behind her.  "What is it?" His hand gripped her elbow, guiding her to the bathroom.

"Stress, I think.  But I’m okay."  She leaned on the cool granite wall as Ryan ducked under the shower then emerged, grinning like a mad man. The wave of sickness passed leaving her weak in the knees.  After about five minutes she splashed water on her face, Grace grabbed one of the thick hotel robes and followed Ryan back into the room.

Henri’s smaller frame lay encircled by her husband, arms around him, lips near his long hair.  Grace blinked hard and came to terms with the new reality of her life.  Exhaustion settled over her and she slipped out of the robe.  Crawling back up between them, she settled herself, cradled by one and cradling another, both men breathing out, their words touching her soul before deep sleep fully overtook them.  "Love you." Ryan breathed, half asleep, making her smile.

Chapter Twelve

Grace’s inner alarm clock woke her at nine a.m. Vegas time and she struggled to the surface.  Lying alongside Ryan, who was on his back, one arm around her, while Henri spooned her from behind, the warmth of all their skin was making her sweat.  The nausea washed over her again so she sat as the men stirred and mumbled.  Grace made her clumsy way off the bed again, stumbling into the bathroom just in time to empty her stomach into the toilet.

"Jesus," she muttered.  "Must've gotten a bad strawberry."

She jerked the shower on, turned on the extra side nozzles and stepped into the steamy interior.  Using the luxurious shampoos and soaps, Grace let the hot water erase her earlier discomfort.  She stretched up, relishing the soreness between her legs, looking forward to spending more time with her two men, when the nausea took her again and she bent double and retched in the shower.  Wiping her mouth as she stood back up, a serious cramp in her lower stomach made her cry out in pain.