Chapter 7 What Happens in Vegas #3
“I know, baby. Let’s come together, sweetheart.” I slide my dick up and down over her pucker until I push slightly to breach the rim. “Oh fuck, baby. This’ll be fast. Your ass is so fucking tight. You’re such a good girl saving this hole for me.”
Inching my way in to the sound of her moans and pleas is enough to do me in, which is why slow is the name of the game at this point. When I’m to the hilt, I pause a second to steady myself. Her ass is squeezing my cock like a vise, and it’s all I can do not to come.
“Oh God, Eli. Please just fuck me. Let me orgasm.”
“We’re almost there, baby. Can you take me like you used to, huh?” With that, I slowly pull out and slam back in.
Her scream fills the room. “Fuck yes. Again,” she demands.
“Hold on tight, baby.” And I go for it, fucking her as hard as I can, holding her hips tight as I hammer home again and again.
Her ass is taking my punishing thrusts like it was made for my cock.
The sounds of my grunts fill the room along with her cries of pleasure.
Within seconds, the orgasm rips through her, strangling my cock even more.
“That’s it, baby. Now, give me another.” Before her first climax is finished, I reach down between her legs and tease her clit, pulling a second, deeper one from her as I finally let go and spill everything I’ve got.
It seems never-ending, even with my release earlier.
My relief is exquisite, and after the last pulse, I slowly pull completely out before both of us crash to the bed, breathing heavily.
Pulling the condom off and setting it to the side for now, I roll over to drag Cici up against me. A calmness settles in from having her in my arms. “How do you feel?”
“Satisfied. Very satisfied.”
I chuckle. “I’m glad. Me too. Thanks for hanging in with me.”
“I knew you’d make it worth it, although I’ve certainly never had to wait that long. I can’t believe you brought me to tears.”
“I can’t either.” I chuckle and kiss the top of her head.
“I would never hurt you on purpose. I knew when you reached your limit, and I would’ve stopped earlier, no matter what number we were at, if it had been sooner.
I almost finished in your pussy, but good thing for you, that ass was way too tempting. ”
“No, it was a good thing for you.” She nudges me with her shoulder.
“That it was.” I squeeze her tight against me and pass out seconds later.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I groggily ask upon opening my eyes to Cici, who is quietly searching for her shoes.
“I’m meeting Jackson for breakfast before we leave, and I can’t exactly be walking out of your room at the same time as him. Besides, I need to shower first.”
“Fair enough, but were you about to leave without saying goodbye? I thought we were past the awkward next-morning phase.”
“You were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you since we were up late last night. You have a habit of dragging things out these days. Not that I’m complaining. It was amazing, so… well worth it, but you sure do take your time.”
“Well, maybe if you’d stop holding out on me, I wouldn’t have to.” After quickly throwing on a pair of shorts, I go to nuzzle her neck from behind, wrapping my arms around her middle. Fuck, she feels good—so good that I’m sure the tower between my legs doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Eli… we shouldn’t. Last night was… a moment of weakness. Like they say, ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ I think it’s best to apply that motto here and forget this happened.” She tries to pull away, but I hold tight, not ready to let her go.
“Cici, if you think it’s possible to forget about last night, you’re delusional. And if you can forget that easily, then my skills are lacking these days. Thanks for the heads-up.”
“Eli, I’m serious.” This time, she successfully extracts herself, going for the shoes she’s spotted. “Nothing’s changed—I’m still leaving. Let’s chalk this up to being in the right place at the right time and move on.” With her shoes on, she grabs her clutch and pauses at the door. “Okay?”
“I’ll let it go for now, but this isn’t over. What time are you meeting Jackson? You need me to stall him a bit so you can get ready?”
“No, I’ve got enough time. Thanks, though. And seriously, last night was incredible. If only I could clone you and take you back to Bozeman.”
“So that I’d be here, jealous of my identical self? No thanks. How about you move back so you can have the original?”
“That’s not an option, and you know it. Hey, let’s end this on a good note, okay?”
“I think we ended on an excellent note if you ask me.”
She gives me a look.
“Okay, okay,” I say, putting my hands up. “Enjoy breakfast with your brother, and I’ll see you when we head to the airport.”
After the door closes, I use the bathroom before finding a shirt, putting on shoes, and crossing the hall to check on Jackson. I want to say goodbye before we take off, and I might not have a chance later since he’s spending the morning with Cici.
Two whole minutes and several knocks later, a disheveled Jackson finally opens the door, smelling like a bottle of booze and looking like hell.
“Holy shit, dude. I was gonna ask how you’re feeling, but I guess I don’t need to.” He groans as I walk past him into the room.
“Fuck, I feel like death, although I probably deserve it after that display. Holy shit, man, why didn’t you stop me?” He slumps down on the bed and hunches over with his head in his hands.
“I did. Evidently, not soon enough.” Grabbing a water from the minibar, I unscrew the cap and hand it to him along with the pain pills I grabbed from my room.
“Thanks,” he says, taking them and gulping down the whole water while I sit on the sofa. “I didn’t mean to get that out of hand. It’s been too long since I’ve let loose, and apparently, I’ve forgotten how to control myself. It was a nice distraction.”
“I’m sure you needed it.”
“Yeah, just not to that extent. I’m glad you got me to my room. The last thing I remember is making it to the elevator. Shit, I shouldn’t have let Cici see me like that.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. You were fine. Just slurring and a bit unsteady on your feet. Nothing major. Cici felt bad more than anything.” Until I took her mind off it.
“How’s she doing anyway? You’ve been keeping an eye on her?”
I school my features as best I can before answering.
She’d annihilate me if he found out about last night.
“I’ve been trying to. She doesn’t like being checked up on, that’s for sure.
Anyway, she’s too excited about the wedding next week to dwell on anything else.
Are you going to break the news to her that you’re not coming?
” Jackson and I talk frequently, so I’ve known for a while now that he wasn’t planning on attending.
I don’t blame him. Seeing two people pledge their love is the last thing he needs while he’s distraught, trying to get his girl back.
“Yeah, we’re having breakfast. Shit, what time is it?” He grabs his phone and sighs in relief. “Thank God I didn’t miss it. I’ve still got thirty minutes. Anyway, yeah. I’ll tell her this morning. She won’t be happy, but it is what it is.”
“Are you any closer to finding this guy? You’ve been gone almost four months now. What’s your plan? Has Cici said she’s okay to stay longer?” Jackson’s my friend, and I wanted to check on him and say goodbye, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have an ulterior motive.
“I was planning to check in with her again at breakfast, but she said she’ll stay as long as I need.
She’d like answers as well, but I don’t have any.
All I can do is keep looking and following the scent.
And let me tell you, it’s faint. Right when I think I’m onto something, the trail dead-ends.
The plan is to keep going until he turns up.
Could be next week. Could be next month. Could be several. I’ve got nothing.”
I stand and walk over to him as he rises. “I’m sorry, man. I wish I could do more to help.”
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Eli, I wouldn’t even be this far if it weren’t for your poker connections. I appreciate everything you’ve done. Don’t worry, I’m not giving up hope. I’ll find him sooner or later.”
“You will. It’s great to see you, but I don’t want to be the reason you’re late, so I’ll let you be. You look like shit, dude.” I lean in to hug him goodbye. “You smell like shit too.”
He pushes me, telling me to leave so he can shower.
“Gladly. See you later,” I say before walking back to my room.
Well, that answers that. Seems like I’ll have Cici for a lot longer by the sound of it.