FREE #EROTIC STORY: One Night in Vegas #shortstory #indieauthor

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He sat down across from me, leaning back with his arms folded across his chest. He just stared for a few seconds until I forced a laugh and looked down, embarrassed.

He cleared his throat and leaned forward across the table, inviting me with his eyes to do the same. The 5 o’clock shadow on his face touched my cheek as he whispered in my ear.

"This group of girls doesn’t suit you," he said, slowly, drawing out each word.

I laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?”

"Think about it." Then he pulled back and held my gaze for a second.

That was the moment I realized he wanted to fuck me.

And I was going to let him.

I hid my left hand under the table and slid my ring off.

— 1 —

I was in Vegas for my best friend’s bachelorette party. I was never allowed to go anywhere — my husband and I were barely making it paycheck to paycheck, the curse of being married too young and being dumb to know how to save any money.

But Leah was my best friend, so I managed to convince Ben that he should let me go. I had to share a hotel room with four other girls, but it was worth it to get away from Ben. Don’t even ask me why I got married at 23. I couldn’t even remember why I once thought that was a good idea. Now I was 28 and felt like an old lady.

The bachelorette party was in a swanky restaurant and we were all dressed right on the edge of sluttiness. I had on a neon yellow one-shoulder dress that I loved and I was trying my best to relax.

My problem was the other girls. Leah had invited 20 girls and most of her other friends were grating on my nerves. They took too much time in the bathroom, they were too loud and their conversation veered from 50 Shades of Grey to the best place to buy leggings. I needed a drink and it was only 9 p.m.

Leah looked gorgeous. She was wearing a sleek smoke-colored silk cocktail dress with the right amount of sparkly accessories. Leah was always an eye-catcher, but tonight she was glowing. And her laugh was contagious.

A few minutes after we were seated at a long table in a private alcove, two guys were eyeing Leah from the entrance to the restaurant. One looked vaguely familiar. They kept looking and looking until one of them finally decided to walk toward our table.

The other girls started whispering. Then the whispers turned to squealing.

"What are you celebrating tonight?" he said with a wild hand gesture and a big smile.

I was far away at the other end of the table, so I had to struggle to hear over the din of the restaurant. I watched as he started posing for photos with the girls and had his hands all over Leah’s arms and back. They were fawning all over him and bragging about our special bachelorette trip to Vegas — as if he cared. After he demanded it, Leah showed him her engagement ring and he pretended to be impressed, clapping his hands together and kissing her hand.

I knew him. Of course I did. But he was more beautiful in person — prettier than any man had the right to be. He was so tiny and otherworldly beautiful, his black suit and unbuttoned black shirt cut close to his body, his long hair curling on the ends. He looked like he just came from a red carpet, or he was heading there. I couldn’t really get a good look, and I was still starstruck. As he got closer to my side of the room, I felt flush with nerves. I certainly wasn’t going to be like the others and just say “hey Sean, let me take a selfie with you.” No way.

"I just wanted to come say hi because you girls look like you know how to have a good time. I’ll send something over, what do you want?" He waved one hand dramatically towards a waiter while he checked his phone and typed a text with the other.

I looked him up and down and up and down again. It was a running joke between me and my husband that I never found men attractive. He would point to guys on the street or even on T.V. and ask me if they were hot, and I’d always say “ehhh…no.” That guy’s nose was too big, this one was too muscle-y, that one had bad teeth. I was never impressed.

But right now, I was impressed. Beyond impressed. Sean Black in real life …  in Vegas … dressed in a suit. I had just learned that this was my personal version of perfection.

I wanted to run away from the table.

— 2 —

Somehow, after sending over a bottle of Vodka — yes, they asked Sean Black to send over Vodka of all things, my eyes couldn’t stop rolling — instead of leaving us for bigger and better things, he decided to hang around our table and watch everyone do a shot. I got the feeling he was just killing time because he kept looking down at his phone.

I thought he was going to leave and I was going to escape this surreal encounter unscathed but then he sat down across from me in my silent little corner of the table.

He leaned back with his arms folded across his chest, and I saw a flash of black nail polish on his long fingers. He was just staring at me and I couldn’t look back. I laughed and looked down.

Then he cleared his throat and leaned forward across the table, inviting me with his eyes to do the same. His soft waves and five o’clock shadow on touched my cheek as he whispered in my ear.

"This group of girls doesn’t suit you," he said, slowly, drawing out each word.

I laughed. Perspective, Sean. Maybe he knew I wasn’t into it because my shot remained unconsumed in front of me.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"Think about it." Then he pulled back and held my gaze for a second before he rolled his eyes and made a motion with his hand to mimic that he thought the girls were talking too much.

I laughed and then he winked.

That was the moment I realized he wanted to fuck me.

I wasn’t really sure how this experience was even happening, but the way it felt to look into his eyes told me I’d already missed my chance to stop it. My whole body felt hot and my palms were sweating. This wasn’t going to end well.

I hid my left hand under the table and slid my ring off. Then I took the shot.

— 3 —

"Come with me, just for a minute," he asked, looking at his phone again and then at me. He got up and pulled out my chair, putting his hand on my back.

"Um…Why do you want me to come with you?" I couldn’t help but ask him because this was just too strange.

"Because you’re bored," he said matter-of-factly, looking me in the eye, too close. "And sometimes when I see something that I like, I want to put it in my pocket and save it for later."

I couldn’t really say no to that. I let him lead me out of the room while the other girls just gawked at what was happening.

He took me to some kind of after party upstairs in the hotel. Lots of hipster rich people trying hard to look like they didn’t give a shit. At some point as we walked, he asked me my name and where I was from, and I could barely remember the answers.

All I could think about was how perfect his skin looked and the way he moved his mouth when he talked. It was like being in close proximity to the sun. Blinding. I don’t know what the hell I was doing or saying.

I thought for a second about my husband, who was working a night shift at the restaurant like always, but I pushed those thoughts away.

Once we got inside the party, Sean gestured to me to wait and I didn’t see him again for what felt like an hour. A girl did come over to me and ask me if I was there with Sean Black.

"Um…I guess. I don’t know. Sure," I said. "But I don’t even know him."

"Oh, that’s too bad, he’s amazing," was her response. "I like your dress, though."

Soon some other women were there, too, and I was forcing myself to talk. Eons passed until I managed to spot Sean in the crowd and we locked eyes.

He gave me a look like “oh yeah, I remember you,” and I looked back pleadingly.

Then I rolled my eyes and mined with my hands that these girls were talking too much, mimicking his actions from earlier.

He threw his head back and laughed, tucking his hair behind his ears at the same time.

Then he finally found a way to get back over to me.

"Okay, that was long enough, I think I can go now without anyone being pissed off tomorrow." He grabbed my arm and I had no idea what was going to happen next.

— 4 —

Part of me was sure he was just going to take me up to his room and ask me to undress and then I’d never hear from him again the next morning. I was prepared for that. I wanted that to happen. I couldn’t eye-stalk him any more. I needed to touch him to know he was real.

But he had something else in mind.

It was 4 a.m. and he took me to the fanciest pool I’d ever seen in my life. It was deserted.

"It’s so hard to find a quiet place, right?" He stripped off his jacket and sat in a pool chair. He seemed sublimely relaxed all of a sudden. "You seem like you didn’t like your friends or my friends much tonight. You’re in Vegas, pretty girl like you, you’re supposed to be having fun, you know."

I stood there in my high heels and tight dress and just looked at him.

"You should get in," he gestured to the pool.

I laughed.

"You should!" I said.

"You first."

He was lucky he was so hot and I wanted him so bad because his little game was getting annoying. But what the hell. I took a look around to make sure we were alone and started to strip down out of my dress.

"So I when I first moved to L.A. I really wanted to impress this girl," he told me as I undressed, "I was such an idiot, I had no money and I wanted to show her that I was really bad ass, you know. So I drove to this fancy part of town and helped her hop over this fence — which was kind of cool because I got to look up her dress, right — and then my idea was we would go swimming in the rich guy’s pool."

He was really enjoying this moment. At this point, he was laughing at his own story.

I jumped in the water wearing only my underwear. Seconds later, he was in the pool next to me and I could feel his bare chest against my back.

"So why was this a disaster?" I turned and he was pressed up against me.

"Because there was no water in the pool."

I laughed loudly. “Yeah, that would be a problem.”

And then with perfect timing, a group of people from the party we had snuck out of were upon us poolside, their voices breaking the quiet.

We broke apart a bit, my back to him, and they started to make small talk with Sean, asking about his mother and brother and how different businesses were going.

As he chatted with them, under the water where no one could see, he ran his hand up my outer thigh and then along my stomach, softly, lightly, barely touching me. His hand moved up my side, along my back, everywhere he could reach without being noticed by our company.

I was about to lose my mind.

With just those light touches and the silky feeling of the water against my skin, I was on fire for him. Whatever it was we were doing together tonight, it didn’t matter. I just hoped the others didn’t notice the hitch in my breathing as he rubbed his hand against my ass and without any spoken permission from me, his fingers worked their way around to the front of my underwear, softly, lightly …

There was no change in the tone of his small talk as he made contact with my core and he stroked me ever so delicately for just a brief second.

How was I going to make it out of Vegas alive?

— 5 —

"Well, you all it’s really late," he said finally. "And Elizabeth here has to catch a flight in three hours."

"Oh, yeah, of course, sorry," one of the guys said, then winked and they all left.

I whipped around about to ask him what he was doing with me and he kissed me, hard, pulling my whole body against him in the water. His tongue plunged into my mouth and it was the most inexplicable relief. Like a glass of ice water on a cold day. And I was so thirsty.

"God, I thought they would never leave," he said, running his lips down my neck, his wet hair sticking to my face. "But, I don’t want to fuck you in this pool. That wasn’t my plan at least."

"Oh good Lord, what was your plan?" I breathed out, pressing myself against him harder. He could sense the frustration in my voice and laughed.

"Do you want to do this here?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

I held my breath and ducked my head under the water, groping with my hands until I found what I wanted. I took his length in my hand, tried not to be scared and pushed all the air from my lungs, opening my mouth to lick the head of his dick with my tongue. There was no turning back from this now. This was infidelity and I couldn’t talk my way out of it.

He pulled on my hair to get me out of the water.

"Okay, yeah, we’ve gotta go now," he said, putting his hand on my back and going to find us some towels.

— 6 —

Once we got to his room, he told me to wait for a minute while he ducked into the bathroom. I dropped my towel and shed my wet underwear on the floor. I laid down on the bed naked and waited for him.

"So you want to know my plan?" he said, emerging in a pair of black loose sweatpants.

I nodded.

"When I saw you I thought … I thought you looked like the kind of girl that isn’t too sure where she belongs," he said. "Or what she wants."

"You can tell all that by looking at me for five seconds?"

I felt very, very exposed in front of him.

"I saw you take your ring off," he said.

Shit. I definitely shouldn’t be naked for this conversation. My eyes widened and I sighed.

"So yeah, I am confused, I guess," I said.

He stood in front of me and grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs apart.

"I want you to tell me what you want," he said, bending over me to kiss my inner thigh. "You have to tell me otherwise I won’t do it.”

"What do you mean?” I needed him to fuck me. I wanted to tell him just to fuck me. With his beautiful face in my face.

"Well, do you want this?" He yanked me up so my core met his face and he slowly moved his tongue around, barely making contact where I needed it most. He kept moving. Slowly, lightly, too lightly, I couldn’t stand it.

"Yes, yes, I do," I panted back at him.

"Or do you want this?" He flipped me over on the bed so my ass was in the air. He must have pulled his pants off because I felt the tip of his dick against me, copying the same slow circles he had made with his tongue.

Over and over, never entering me.

I heard him moan quietly despite himself.

"Do you? You have to ask for what you want," he said, totally in control.

He applied more pressure to the slow stroke right at my opening. I was almost about to come before we’d ever actually fucked.

"Yes, Sean, please," I said softly.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I wanted it from the moment I saw you tonight," I said, using all my strength to get out the words.

"I’m gonna make you forget yourself, baby girl," he said back.

And then he did.

He entered me fast and just held himself there, savoring the contact between us, the heat as we caught our breath.

He moved against me for a few moments but then decided he wanted something more, so he flipped me back over and I wrapped my legs firmly around his back as he pounded against me hard. I could feel every rock hard muscle against me and the sweat that started to build between us.

His breathing was the only thing I could hear and I felt my climax was overtaking me with a power that surprised and scared me.

"Wait, wait, wait," I told him. "I’m gonna come, it’s too much."

"It’s never enough," he said back, not letting up, and I came hard against him, crying out, sure the people in the next room could hear my scream.

He kept going at the same rough pace and my brain couldn’t even catch up before another orgasm took over my body and I shuddered against him.

"God damn," he said, holding on to me and then shaking with his own release.

We laid there for a few minutes in silence, just touching each other.

"So I have something to ask you, something that I want," I said finally in the quiet. The sun was coming up.

"What’s that," he said, lifting up his head, his wet hair hanging over me.

"Can we do it again?"