What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There (21 page)

Genevieve yanked his pants down as best she could, releasing his shaft. Grasping his cock in

her hand, she closed her eyes and arched her back, her long dark hair cascading down her back

and blowing freely in the breeze, and began stroking him.

He inhaled sharply, releasing her nipple and kissing his way to the other one. His tongue

swirled around her second nipple, swirling closer and closer until he sucked it into his mouth.

The arousal within her increased from a low simmer to an inferno, dampening the thin strip of

material of her thong.

Graham’s hands slid down her back and to her ass, squeezing both cheeks gently, before

moving inward until they reached her pussy lips. One of his fingers hooked into the thin strip of lace and gave it a yank; a ripping sounded as the material split apart, leaving her fully exposed to him.

“Oh fuck. Nice and wet already.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling. “Always for you.”

Not waiting for his reply she covered his lips with hers. She didn’t want to wait, wasn’t

interested in sweet lovemaking, they had time for that later tonight. Lifting up, she released his cock and Graham lined himself up to her. When she felt the head of his cock poking at her

entrance she sank down onto him, slowly, her pussy stretching and inviting his cock with every

inch. They moaned in unison as their bodies united until he was fully planted within her

welcoming core.

She pulled back slightly from him, watching his eyes and expression as she began to move on

him. There was a mixture of hunger and caring in his dark blue eyes – it both aroused and pulled

at her. He was hers, body and mind.

His hands moved to her ass again and began to move under her, urging her to move on him.

Holding onto his shoulders she began to gyrate on his lap. She began swivelling her hips in a

circular motion, as she moved up and down, savouring the feel of the head of his dick as it

stroked her inner wall.

She started to close her eyes, so she could focus on the pleasure that was radiating throughout

every inch of her body, but Graham stopped her.

“No baby, I want you focused on me.”

She lowered her forehead to his as she forced her emerald green eyes to remain open to stare

deep into his. She became lost in his eyes and his body. The only sounds around them were their

mutual moans and the distant sounds of traffic that was so dim it felt like it was a world away.

Eventually even the traffic dimmed and it was just them.

The waves of pleasure began to come more rapidly, each one more intense. Her movements

became frenzied, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she held on. He didn’t seem to

notice. Each movement he pulled her down harder and tighter to him.

“Almost there?” She was. So close. She was fighting to keep from coming, wanting them to

come together.

“Almost baby.” His voice was deep, feral. His body was tensing under her as he prepared.

The tension was almost too much as she increased her efforts on him. Her pussy milked his

cock, begging it for his seed. And it was not to be disappointed. His eyes became so dark with

need it caused her to tremble over him, on the brink.

With a low groan, he thrust up in her, meeting her downward thrust and unleashed, his seed

spilling into her. She cried out, allowing her body to let go, coming with him. Exhausted and

panting hard she collapsed onto him, clinging tight to his shoulders.

He groaned once more, another shot of cum filling her already full pussy. She remained on

him, enjoying the heat of his body against her bare chest.

“Is there anything else?” The sound of the waiter’s voice was like tossing a bucket of ice

water on her. She yelped and pressed herself tight to Graham.

“I thought you said we were perfectly alone,” she hissed in his ear, not able to bring herself to look the waiter in the face.

“We were supposed to be.”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” The waiter stepped backward, spun around and dashed out the steel

door.

Silence took over the rooftop to be broken by Graham’s soft laughter. She sat back on him,

her eyes wide. “What’s so funny? He saw us,” she motioned to their still united bodies,

“together.”

“I don’t think he saw much, honey.”

“I’m still embarrassed.” She could feel her cheeks burning, but his laughter was contagious.

“It’s not funny,” she said, swatting at his shoulder, but found herself laughing with him.

“It kinda is.”

Still laughing she playfully growled at him and attempted to remove herself from him, but he

refused to allow her to go anywhere, grabbing her ass and keeping her fully planted onto him.

She crinkled her nose up at him. “What are you doing? We should get ourselves all proper

like before he comes back.” She attempted to get up again, but once again his hands on her

backside kept her rooted onto him. Her wiggling had teased his cock, making him harden within

her.

“I promise he won’t be, besides, I’m not near done with you Genevieve Fennel.”

She laughed, but despite her laughter she was also beginning to feel the need as his cock

taunted her. “Do you ever have enough?”

“Never enough of you honey. Never enough of you.” He didn’t wait for a reply, his lips

claimed hers with such passion she knew his words to be true. She realized then that he wasn’t

just the safe brother; he was passionate, caring, funny… he was so much to her. More than any

other man could be. She was falling unlike she’d ever fallen before and she looked forward to

what the future would bring them.

The End

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Chapter 1

"Ohhhh no, no. I can't do that." Looking up at the work schedule Katrina Alexander gave her head a soft shake. Her blonde ponytail swung back and forth behind her head, like a whip lashing out in mid-air.

"Why? You doing something that night?"

Katrina sighed, tugging at her black necktie, loosening it. There was a brief moment of silence

between them, as she tried to collect her thoughts before turning her attention over to her closest friend and co-worker, Farrah Glover. "No, I can't. I mean... I can. But I don't want to."

"Why? It's a high school reunion, those are the easiest jobs. People tip bigger than normal trying to impress everyone else and it's a buffet so there's not much clean-up. And we get to work it together. We got lucky, baby."

With her tie loosened she pulled it up and over her head. Crumbling the tie in her hand she stuffed it into the front pocket of her black vest. "Yeah, but it's for
my
high school."

"Oh, so you're attending then?"

"Nope." Grabbing at the black fabric hair-tie that was keeping her long blonde locks secure behind her head, she gave it a tug, freeing her silken strands. Flipping her head forward, she shook her hair free.

As it straightened out, it cascaded down her shoulders and back.

"Why?"

Katrina took a step back and motioned towards her server uniform. "Farrah, I'm twenty-eight years old, single, and a banquet server at a hotel. Besides, I was never all that popular in high school anyhow."

She shrugged. "The only reason I'd go to begin with would be to gloat about how wonderful my life is and, well, as you can see it leaves a lot to be desired."

"Oh, come on. There must be someone that you'd like to see again."

Katrina turned and began to walk down the hallway in the direction of the car park, Farrah hot on her heels. "Geez. I don't know."

"What about that guy you dated?"

"Damon?"

"Yeah. Don't you want to see what he's done with his life?"

Katrina paused in her tracks as she was teleported back to the day he told her he was leaving Bangor, Maine to go to school in California: the day he'd broken her heart. He'd claimed that they'd keep in touch and they'd find a way to move her out there as well, once he got settled in, but there was never enough money and he became consumed with his studies. Daily calls turned to every few days then to once a week. After a year of trying to make a long-distance relationship work they'd thrown in the towel.

She often wondered about him. She'd heard through the grapevine he owned a company and moved

to New York, but whether it was true or not, she had no clue. However, she couldn’t help but wonder whether he was now some hotshot, while she had remained in Bangor, making nothing of her life. It would be humiliating. The last thing she wanted was for him to find out about the mess she'd made of her life.

Reaching the back door of the hotel, she pulled it open while waiting for Farrah, who was not far behind, to catch up. "I would have loved to go, but the truth is I'm embarrassed, Farrah. What if they’ve all made it in life, you know
doctors, lawyers, professionals
.” Katrina bent her head sheepishly before uttering her next few words. “What if they’re
all
successful?”

Farrah edged in closer, patting her on the back for comfort. “Having a good job doesn’t always make you successful
or
happy.”

“I know, but it’s not just about their careers…I’m sure most of them are probably married with

wonderful kids and suburban homes; you know, with the white picket fence. Living the American

dream."

"No one lives the American dream," Farrah interjected.

"I'd be humiliated to tell them I'm just a server, barely getting by and scared to answer my phone because of all the bill collectors calling."

Farrah tsk-tsked at her. "Oh, come on Katrina, give yourself some credit. You work hard, making an honest living. You're beautiful. And although you may not realize it, you do have a lot going for you."

Katrina rolled her eyes in response.