What Happens in Vegas...After Dark (8 page)

Ecstasy was about as far removed from my mind as possible. Or so I thought until she kept up with softly petting my ass. Her fingers dipped down to push between my thighs and stroke along my perineum. By rote, my legs spread farther apart and my hips canted an inch off the couch as a zing of awareness rocketed to my cock.

Her breasts rubbed against my bare back. The press of her warm, hard nipples suggested she was naked, as wel , at least from the waist up. My shaft roused a little more with the thought. Then more still, as she purred, hot and husky, in my ear, “Just relax, Ry.

This is going to feel sooo good.”

Ry. She’d never called me that before. It wasn’t exactly an endearment. But it felt that way as she lifted her breasts from my back and slipped her fingers to my bal s. She fondled the sac with the skil of a woman long in the know about pleasuring a man.

Cupped and massaged my testicles until my cock was rock-solid and damned uncomfortable wedged beneath me on the couch cushion.

I groaned with the tension against my dick, and Deitre released my bal s to nudge the tip of something tiny almost to the point of being undetectable into my anus.

All thought of my aching cock ceased as liquid squirted hard against the inner walls of my rectum. I contracted my sphincter against the invasion. And then felt the muscles soften with my shocked gasp over how damned good that liquid felt. Not like an invasion at al , but totally erotic in a way that had my blood heating and my thoughts snapping right back to my near painfully trapped shaft.

“If either of us ever plans to use my cock again, I should turn over,” I suggested in a rough voice.

“You’re fine. Perfect. Stay right there and relax.”

Relax, right. Obviously a woman who’d never experienced the discomfort of an all-but-crushed erection was making that proposal.

Lifting my head from my arms, I glanced over my shoulder. I could see just enough of Deitre to make out a portion of the right side of her body—fully nude so far as I could tel —and the butt plug in her right hand. It wasn’t the small, tapered silver-sparkled plug I’d expected. Instead, she held something that resembled a deformed gray hot dog with a handle on the narrower end.

I was guessing it was a handle, anyway. One side curved up at a ninety-degree angle while the other curved down in a tight, almost flat semicircle. Both had round, flat tabs at their ends. “That’s not the plug I bought for you.”

“Of course not.” She sounded amused. “This one’s made for a man.”

“What kind of man?” And how the hell did she get so educated?

I had no room to talk when it came to having a thoroughly notched bedpost. But for Deitre’s incredible appetite and all that she knew about sex, she’d obviously done more than her fair share of men. I also had no right to feel jealousy—hell, I’d slept with her best friend a year before—but a part of me did.

“One who’s in touch with his sexuality.” Her right hand moved out of view. An instant later, her fingers returned to stroking my perineum. “Put down your head, close your eyes and focus on the area my finger is petting. You do that, and I might refrain from paddling your ass, good and hard, once the plug’s inside.”

The emergence of Jada in my mind couldn’t have come at a worse time. I hadn’t wanted to tell Deitre about our shared past before we spent today with Jack and Carinna.

Still, I should have told her immediately thereafter.

Or maybe somehow she already knew. Maybe effectively taking me in the ass and making me feel about as unmanly as possible, in the process, was my penance.

If it was and, after this, I would be off the hook from the mountain-size load of guilt and, God help me, be able to get the nasty shit out of my head, once and for all, then it would be worth every second of pain and humiliation.

With a quick prayer to above to help me endure this without crying, I tucked my face back against my arms and shut my eyes.

Deitre’s fingers retained that soft caress along my perineum as the tiny tip of whatever she was lubing me up with nudged deeper inside my anus and ejected another squirt of the fluid.

The first squirt hadn’t been heinous like I’d expected. The second squirt knocked all other thought from my head as it felt like it somehow shot directly up the center of my cock. Unable to contain a whimper, I squirmed against the couch. Mind-numbing sensation vibrated through my ass and shook deep into my groin, almost cutting the circulation off in my powerfully hard dick in the process.

“Remember, relax and focus down here.” She pressed hard against my perineum, and I bit back my wail over the intense pressure that felt anything but bad. “Not up here.” Her hand shoved beneath me to stroke the root of my constrained shaft, and the vibrations zeroed from my butt to my cock.

I barely had a second to take the change in, let alone draw a wheezing breath, before the tip of something new pressed against my anus. This time it wasn’t small, but closer to an inch around and wet with fluid. The amazingly good vibrations quit as my pulse roared between my ears and panicked tension mounted in my gut.

I wanted to do this for Deitre. I wanted to show her ultimate trust. I wanted to earn her forgiveness over the part I played in Jada’s death, if that was what this was about.

But, Christ, I couldn’t handle being taken in the ass.

Unwrapping my arms from beneath my head, I tightened my butt cheeks, in the hopes of barring entry, and pushed off from the couch. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

She placed two hands at the top of my back and shoved my face down hard against the cushion. “Of course you can. You’re going to love it.”

How could she have two hands on my back, one stroking my perineum, and another guiding the butt plug up my ass?

The question flitted through my spinning mind as the tension in my gut fanned out to every limb and orifice.

Then the question was forgotten as the rounded head of the plug pierced my anal canal. For the space of a heartbeat, pain zinged through me, rendering my body rope-tight and screeching every nerve ending to standing attention as the breath hissed ice-cold from my mouth. Wickedly clever fingers found my bal s then, kneading the heavy sac as more of the lube fluid gushed up and around the plug.

The pain became a shallow ache. And then that ache became something else as the plug glided past my sphincter muscle and the vibrations started back up in my ass. These ones came from the plug itself. They quivered through my anal canal, hot, carnal and astonishingly pleasurable.

The tension sucked back into my lower abdomen as a quivering, pleasing kind of tightness. Fisting my hands next to my head, I smiled without even trying. Then I laughed, thick and coarse, against my crooked arms for no known reason at al .

Damn, it just felt so remarkable. Like nothing I’d ever experienced.

The plug moved deeper inside my canal and that awesome tension moved from my stomach to my butt. Quakes shook through my ass and shot down my legs. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body, sizzling my blood while somehow managing to miss my cock altogether.

Or maybe it hadn’t. I couldn’t focus on my shaft anymore. Every thought in my head was on the feel of the butt plug vibrating inside my asshole.

“Good, huh?” Deitre’s thready voice came from next to my ear. “You might not ejaculate. You wil experience orgasm like never before.”

I couldn’t feel her breasts pressing against my back, but I also couldn’t feel her hands on my ass. And I also couldn’t find the energy to open my eyes and locate her whereabouts.

The plug traveled another quarter inch inside me. The vibrations grew stronger.

Pleasure built to an intensity where my only response was a desperate hum.

Warmth tingled from my head to toe. The heat increased from steamy to scalding, and my entire body spasmed. I moaned without trying. Groaned to the point I was nearly screaming as the plug must have reached its limits and the inward-facing round, flat tab swiped across the hypersensitive area south of my balls.

Goddamn, how could I have ever doubted her when she swore this would be incredible?

The tab below my balls pressed harder and vibrated faster. Sweat broke out on my body, soaking my chest and rolling from my upper lip into my mouth.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Ryan!” Deitre commanded.

The order came from beside my head this time. It took every ounce of my waning strength, but I opened my eyes and turned my head. She sat on the floor a foot away, eyes drenched with sensual hunger and her swol en lips that captivating shade of rich cherry-red. The length of her hair twined around one stunning breast while she worked its mate in her hand. Her other hand was buried between her succulently parted thighs, fingers ravenously stroking the cream-slicked folds of her labia.

“Tonight, we come together.” She shoved two fingers into her passage with the words that were a command no matter how softly spoken.

Her pussy ground against her hand, and a keening cry spil ed from her lips. My eyes slammed closed again, and I mimicked that cry as the butt plug mimicked her fingers, driving hard up inside my anal canal, vibrating tremors of red-hot sizzling sensation like nothing I’d ever known into my ass and throughout my entire body.

I could all but feel the cum shoot from my constrained dick as orgasm crashed over me as a long and continuous wave that felt like it could go on and on and on.

Past a blinding haze of rapture, I was distantly aware of Deitre shouting with her climax. Even more distantly aware of time passing and the continual shudders that coursed through my butt. A minute might have passed, or maybe ten or twenty, when fingers stroked against my anus and then slowly eased the plug out. Another round of minivibrations started off with the move, and I sucked in a gasp with my disbelief.

Orgasms with Deitre had always felt spiritual, but this felt like I was as close to Heaven as I could go without dying. Even as some part of me ached for another climax, I felt at complete bliss and like I might never find the strength to move again.

She took care of that by grabbing my hips and rolling me onto my back like I weighed as much as a newborn. Sensual hunger still drenched her eyes. Wicked want burned just past that as she straddled my lower thighs. Gliding her wet pussy along my heated skin, she took my cock in hand and stroked.

Some small part of me had been aching for another climax. But damn, a guy deserved a few-second recoup break before he should be expected to get hard again.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a near whisper, all that I could manage just yet.

In response, she draped her breasts against my chest and teased me with the erect tips.

“Making you come. Unless you want another G-spot orgasm first.”

My shaft surged in the circle of her fingers. Desire rolled through my groin thick and lusty. She straightened with a feline grin, and I glanced down at my cock and sucked in a breath at the unbelievable sight. My rod was stil rock-hard and bucking for attention. I swear to God I thought I’d come from the plug up my ass.

Deitre laughed. “You climaxed. You didn’t come.”

She took my cock into her tight channel then, and I thought I would make up for not coming before by coming instantly. I made a feeble attempt at lifting my hips to meet hers on the downslide, and then groaned with the realization I was more winded than she’d ever made me feel before. I was also stiffer than stone, my balls drawn tight as hell and feeling like they would release at any second.

“I can’t take this long, Deitre,” I ground out.

“I don’t plan to let you.” Riding me fast and hard, with those luscious tits jiggling al over the place, she reached a hand on either side of her body.

She fingered her clit with one hand and my bal s with the other. Orgasm took me over from the first caress. I came hard, shouting her name and filling up her pussy even as she tightened around my shaft and cried out with her own release.

Breathing hard, she collapsed against my chest. A handful of seconds passed and she asked, “Happy you trusted me?”

“Happy you walked through my door,” I managed in a pathetically thin voice.

As feeble as she’d rendered me tonight, I had a feeling that would be nothing to the pathetic pile of shit I would become if she dared to walk back out my door.

Deitre

After leaving Ryan asleep on the couch last night, exhausted both from sexual strain and from the energy I’d drained from him in the process of delivering his orgasms, I’d gone up to my bedroom. Like was true with food, I didn’t need sleep to survive. But I enjoyed the break from the cognitive most nights.

Last night, there had been no break.

I’d lain awake considering my options. If Ryan deserved to live. If I dared to stay with him any longer when it was clear I was starting to lose all objectivity. If there was a chance the mortal feelings of affection coursing through me were authentic, and if he truly did care for me in return.

No answers had come to me last night. But now, as early-morning light streamed in past the thin white curtains covering my bedroom windows, I was going to get my answers. At least, I was going to give Ryan a final chance to provide them.

Tossing back the top sheet, I climbed naked from the bed. I didn’t bother to dress, but made my way downstairs to find him passed out on the couch, sunny-side up. I lifted him from la-la land with a hard slap to the right cheek of his far too appealing sunny side and a little mental stimulation of the magical kind.

Jerking awake, he rolled over and right off the edge of the couch. He winced as he slammed ass-first into the floor. That boyishly lopsided smile appeared on his face then, spreading into his deep green eyes as he pushed up on his elbows. “Good morning to you, too.”

I was beginning to hate that smile. Hate even more the way it raised a gush factor I had no idea existed until I entered his life.