Read What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There Online
Authors: Terry Towers
rod. His sharp intake of breath from her rubbing against him made her smile; at least she wasn’t
the only one fighting to keep control.
“I’m not going to be able to get this juice out of your hair if you keep teasing, baby.” His
hands began to massage the shampoo into her hair.
“Sorry.”
She wasn’t.
It felt incredible; he seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to soothe her
nervousness and increase her arousal. She never imagined having a man shampoo her hair could
be so arousing, but then again the feel of his cock pressing against her bottom was adding greatly to her need for him.
“I don’t think you are.” His lips were once more teasing her neck.
Closing her eyes she laid her head against his chest and savoured the waves of pleasure he
was sending through her. She heard a soft squirting sound and then came the feel of a washcloth
on her stomach. Lifting her hands over her head, she locked her hands behind his neck,
stretching up and back against him, granting him unrestricted access to explore her body with the sudsy cloth.
~*~*~*~*~
~ Dane ~
Taking things slow was becoming excruciatingly hard. All he needed to do was bend her
forward and her beautiful pink pussy would be exposed for him to take. It was taking every
ounce of strength within him to keep from doing just that. If Genevieve were some random
woman he’d picked up at a bar that’s exactly how this scenario would go down. Either that or
he’d have her on her knees worshipping his member with her mouth.
But he sensed her vulnerability and inexperience. And a part of him wanted to savour this
first experience with her. He usually never planned for a second time, but he knew there would
be with her. Hoped anyhow.
Dane slid the washcloth up her body until he reached her collarbone and then began to work
his way down. His caress of her breasts through the cloth rewarded him with a soft whimper. Her
nipples hardened to tight peaks as the coarse cloth caressed first one then the other.
“Oh, God. Ummm.” Genevieve lowered one hand from his neck and reached behind her
grasping his cock. Just the feel of her small, soft hand caressing him was putting him on edge.
He moved the cloth lower, slowly over her stomach scrubbing in tight, soft circles. Her body
moved and bucked against his hand and washcloth. Her soft moans became louder the closer he
got to the apex between her legs. He paused as his hand and cloth reached her mound.
“Please!” Her voice was a soft, seductive whisper and all the urging he needed. He dropped
the cloth to the shower floor and cupped her mound. Her hand tightened on his shaft and she
began to stroke him harder, faster, milking his cock with expert ease that he didn’t think she had in her.
“Oh fuck, Ginny. You’re driving me wild.” He parted her sweet, soft folds and swept two
fingers along her slit, pausing at her clit and swirling his index finger around it until she was moaning so loudly he was sure the people in the adjacent suite could hear her. The idea only
turned him on more.
Her hand moved faster on him, as he dipped two fingers into her needy core. She was so
damned tight, it made him wonder if she even had sex with her fiancé. The muscles in her pussy
clenched around his intruding fingers. Oh how good it would feel around his dick.
Genevieve’s hand was like heaven wrapped around him. If she kept it up he’d be putty in her
hands, embarrassing himself and disappointing her. Certainly not what he had envisioned for the
night with her.
He brushed his lips along the side of her swanlike neck until he reached her ear. “Turn
around.”
~*~*~*~*~
~ Genevieve ~
“Turn around,” his deep voice flowed over her like honey and her body quivered.
When he removed his fingers from her, she whimpered her protest. She was coming close
and she knew by the way his cock had swollen and throbbed in her hand that he was as well.
Why was he stopping it?
“Oh Dane. Why?” She turned in his arms and just as the question came from her lips, she was
hoisted onto his hips, carried to the corner of the stall and seated on the narrow ledge.
He slipped a hand into her locks and grasped the back of her head as his lips came crashing
down onto hers. His lips and tongue demanded her submission and she happily gave in to him,
enjoying the taste of beer on his lips.
“I need to taste you,” Dane groaned, removing his lips from hers and beginning to trail a
string of kisses down the side of her neck and along her collarbone.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as his head dipped down and his mouth captured her left
nipple, while his hand palmed her other breast. His tongue swirled her nipple and then nipped
gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her to intensify the throbbing between her legs.
“Oh fuck, I need you! Please!”
She grasped his dick and began pumping him, hoping to entice him to relieve the growing
hunger within her. He groaned, releasing her nipple and looking up to meet her gaze. His blue
eyes had a feral hunger within them, so intense she nearly came just from the look.
“You’re incredible Ginny. Damn, so incredible!” He dropped to his knees between her legs.
Realizing what he intended to do, she attempted to close her legs. When he looked up at her
with questions in his eyes she couldn’t meet his gaze. He rose to his feet and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.
“What’s wrong?”
God, this is embarrassing! How can I tell him
? She took in a deep breath and slowly released it.
“I’ve. I mean. I never…”
“You’ve never what?”
“Never had anyone do that before.”
His mouth slowly began to drop, his eyes taking on a look of disbelief. “Never?”
She shook her head. “Alex didn’t like –”
A low growl erupted from the back of his throat as he cut her off with his kiss on hers. “The
man was a fucking idiot. It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing.”
Genevieve gripped his shoulder as he crouched back down and forced her legs wide,
exposing her fully to him. His lips began at her knee and slowly made their way along her inner
thigh toward the apex between her legs. The wait for his lips to reach their destination was true agony.
“Oh dammit Dane. Please, please please!”
His hand cupped her mound and gently massaged her. She squirmed against his hand. His
fingers, his tongue, his cock; she didn’t care which he used, but she needed to be filled by him
any way he was willing to give it to her.
“Your begging sounds so good, baby.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers and a tremor rocked
through her body at the intensity of his stare.
“Please.” The ache between her legs was making her desperate, she’d do anything to find the
relief her body needed.
“Tell me what you want. Say it.”
“I want you to…” She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat; why couldn’t she say
it? Maybe because she’d never been asked to. Because Alex fucked her the way he wanted to
without much regard to what she liked and wanted.
“Tell me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want your mouth on me. I want you fucking me with your tongue.”
A grin spread across his lips, satisfaction in his eyes. “Good girl.” He spread her pussy lips
and ran his tongue along the length of her slit.
“Oh my God!” Her fingernails dug into the tight muscles of his shoulder blades as he ran his
tongue along the length of her a second time. Oh, it felt so good. Who’d have thought his tongue
could feel so amazing?
She wanted to let her head fall back and enjoy the sensations, but watching him was too
arousing. It was no wonder men loved seeing women between their legs, it was so fucking erotic
that it was almost making her cum just watching and his tongue hadn’t even entered her yet.
He ran his tongue along her a third time, flicking her swollen nub with the tip until she cried
out and bucked against his mouth.
“Please, please, please. I need it. I need it so bad,” she cried out.
“Yes ma’am.” He probed at her entrance with the tip of his tongue, barely breaching her.
“Damn, you taste amazing,” he murmured before thrusting his tongue fully into her.
She cried out, bucking wildly against his mouth, thankful his rock hard body was keeping her
secure on the ledge. Her left hand left his shoulder to bury itself in his hair, pressing his mouth tighter to her.
“Close, so close.” Her entire body was trembling, as it prepared for release. Closing her eyes
she allowed her head to fall back against the cool wet tile behind her and savour the sensations
his skilled tongue was provoking within her.
He added the torment of his thumb, stroking her clit to the delicious torture of his tongue and
it became her undoing. She cried out loudly as her body trembled, her pussy tightened around his
intruding tongue and then released with a gush of her juices. But he wasn’t done with her. He
continued his torment, making her body erupt over him twice more, before allowing her the
luxury of coming down from her high.
She was panting hard, her chest heaving as Dane rose to his feet to stand before her. Opening
her eyes she stared up at him and her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare. He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.
Chapter 5
~ Genevieve ~
Genevieve awoke with a huge smile on her face for a couple of reasons. First, she now
realized the sex hadn’t been mediocre with Alex, it had been horrible. And second, it had nothing to do with her inexperience and everything with his lack of creativity and passion in bed. They
simply hadn’t been right for each other and she realized he’d done her a huge favour leaving her
before the wedding. To quote Dane, he’d done her a solid.
“Dane,” she murmured his name as she reached beside her in bed, but came up empty.
Rubbing her eyes she sat up and looked around the room, coming up empty. She glanced at
the alarm clock beside her – it read 2:30pm.
Damn.
She would have been shocked to see how late in the afternoon it was had they not
spent well into the night taking and receiving pleasure from each other.
She was tempted to go back to sleep, but the sound of movement in the next room made her
change her mind. Wasn’t one of men’s favourite things a spontaneous blow job? Her smile
widened. Considering what he’d made her feel the previous night – over and over, and in several
rooms of the suite – she figured it was the least she could do.
Sliding from the bed, she raised her hands high above her head and stretched. The pull of her
muscles felt divine, helping to wake her from her sleepy state. She made her way across the
bedroom when it occurred to her she may have morning breath. Turning back, she scurried
across the room and into the room’s private bathroom to give her teeth a quick brush and freshen
up.
Once she was satisfied she was refreshed and presentable, she padded her way across the
bedroom and to the closed door. She was tempted to toss on his t-shirt over her naked body, but
dismissed the idea. She didn’t feel the shy awkwardness she was scared of feeling being in front
of him naked the previous night. She felt confident and secure with herself again and it felt
damned good. Maybe there was something with these one-night stands?
Opening the door, she wandered into the main room to come up empty. She found him in the
kitchen. He was leaned over the counter, his back to her, his laptop open and reading something
on the small glowing screen. He was wearing grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips, but
his torso was bare. The muscles in his back flexed as he shifted position. He was beautiful. How
she got so lucky to catch the eye of a man like him she didn’t know, but she sure as hell wasn’t
going to question it.
“Afternoon.” She crossed the room as he turned in the direction of her voice.
A peculiar expression crossed his handsome features as he spotted her. “Afternoon.”
Reaching him, she pressed her palm to his cheek and raised herself onto her tiptoes, claiming
his lips with hers. He was hesitant to respond, but her lips were insistent, her tongue tracing his lower lips, taunting him, urging him to respond.
She pressed her body flush against him, her naked breasts crushing against his vast expanse
of his chest. The contact seemed to be what he needed to spur into action. His hands wrapped
around her waist and pulled her groin tight to his. She moaned against his lips as his cock rapidly expanded against her stomach.
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his bottoms, she gave them a quick tug and pulled
them down over his hips and let them drop to the floor. His kiss felt different this afternoon,
more hesitant and reserved. She pulled her lips from his to look up into his eyes – they burned
with the fire she remembered from the previous evening. The heated look he was giving her
caused a stirring between her legs and a yearning to have him fill her again.
“As soon as I woke up all I could think about was sucking your beautiful cock.” She couldn’t
believe the words that were coming from her mouth, but he’d brought out something wild within
her last night that she didn’t want to give up, not yet anyhow.
“Ummm. Listen, I –” She covered his lips with hers once more, cutting him off. This time he