Page 10 of The Vegas Rerun
I move my face closer to her slit and I can smell her lust. She smells musky, sweet and I can’t wait to taste her. I run my tongue from her pussy to her clit and I’m not disappointed. She tastes every bit as good as she smells, and I lick through her slit again. She makes an ahh sound as I lick her, and she arches herself off the bed, pushing her clit closer to my tongue, showing me what she wants from me.
I’m not about to disappoint her, and I bury my face in her, my tongue finding her clit and lapping at it, licking her from side to side and front to back. I press down on her clit with the end of my tongue, and she moans again, and I keep licking her, keep teasing her.
I can feel her thighs tensing as I bring her closer to orgasm and her clit is pulsing so hard, I can feel it against my tongue. She has balls of the sheets in her fists, and she’s writhing beneath me. Her breath is coming in ragged gasps that sound more like whimpers. She is desperate to come, and I keep her on the edge a moment longer, and then I pull my face back and rub her clit with my fingers, putting extra pressure on it.
She calls out my name as she hits her climax, and a rush of liquid comes from her pussy. I lean down again and lap it up, swallowing it down and relishing the taste of her. She is still orgasming, her body shuddering and her eyes rolled back in her head when I pop back up from between her legs. Her body is rigid, and her back is arched up off the bed.
I give her no relief. I reach down and play with her clit again and her mouth opens in an O of ecstasy. Her body strains upwards and for a moment, she doesn’t breathe. Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to, but her body is past it’s normal functions and instead, it is concentrating on only one thing – pleasure.
Finally, I stop teasing Molly’s clit and after a moment, her eyes roll back into place and her muscles relax. She drops back down onto the mattress, gasping and panting. I crawl up between her legs and lower myself down onto her. She looks up into my eyes and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“Wow,” she says.
I grin at her and with no warning, I plunge my cock into her pussy. She cries out as I fill her up and I cry out myself. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight. Fucking her is everything I dreamed it would be and again, it’s like we are in sync with each other, like we’ve done this a hundred times before. Our bodies instantly move as one, thrusting and writhing together in perfect timing. Molly wraps her legs around my waist, and I kiss her frantically as we move.
I can feel my climax rushing up to meet me and I hold it back. I don’t want this to end. It seems Molly is far from ready for it to end too. She’s grabbing my ass cheeks, pushing me further inside of her. I can feel my cock banging off her cervix with each thrust now and each time I fill her, she calls out.
We move faster and faster, banging it out like our lives depend on it. When I think I can’t take it anymore, Molly closesher eyes and whispers my name and then her pussy tightens around me as she comes again. That does it. I can’t hold back any longer and I let myself go and climax with her. Pleasure assaults me, spreading from my cock and balls up into my stomach and pulsing there. It goes on for longer than any orgasm I have ever had, longer than I actually thought was possible.
I spurt into Molly more than once as her pussy keeps contracting around me, and then I’m done, and I slip out of her and roll over to lay beside her. Both of us pant for air, our bodies spent.
When I feel like I have myself back under control, I turn towards Molly. I don’t know what to say but I feel like I should say something, maybe something so clever it could make her come home with me. I’m saved from having to come up with something because Molly is already asleep, her hair fanned out across the pillow.
I smile as I watch her sleep for a moment. She looks so pretty, and she has a vulnerability around her that she keeps well-hidden when she’s awake. I move closer to her and roll onto my side facing her. I put my arm across her stomach, and she mumbles something and puts her hand on my arm and then she falls silent again. I close my eyes, and it isn’t long before I too fall asleep.
CHAPTER 7
MOLLY
The first thingI register when I wake up is warmth. A steady, solid kind of warmth that isn’t just from the sheets wrapped around me. It takes a second for the haze to clear, for me to piece together exactly where I am. My eyes snap open, and I look around.
The room around me is familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. The wardrobe and chest of drawers stand in the right places, but the coat hanging on the handle of the wardrobe isn’t mine. The chair is in the right place beside the low coffee table, but the robe slung over the back of the chair isn’t mine and the things on the coffee table aren’t mine either.
It takes a moment for me to register what’s going on. I blame the fact I am pretty hungover for taking so long to work out where I am. I’m in Joshua’s room. He’s staying at the Caesar’s Palace hotel - the same place I work and have a room. It’s why the room looks so familiar – they are all pretty much the same until you get to the suites – and so unfamiliar – the room is filled with someone else’s stuff – at the same time.
My breath catches as I slowly turn my head. Joshua lies beside me, his face relaxed in sleep, his arm draped loosely across my stomach. In the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, he looks different. Less polished. More real. And, if I’m being honest, entirely too goodlooking for someone whose face is mussed up from sleep and is drooling slightly onto the pillow.
For half a second, I let myself watch him, let myself soak in the memory of last night - the fire between us, the way he made me come so hard I wasn’t sure I would survive it and the way he made me feel like nothing else in the world mattered. But then reality comes crashing back in, hard and fast. He’s leaving today and I won’t see him again. The thought makes me sad, but I knew this going in.
I cannot be here when he wakes up. I can’t handle a goodbye type of conversation, and even worse, I can’t handle the idea of us exchanging details and promising to stay in touch. At first, I think we genuinely would call and text every day and slowly, it would get less and less until we just stopped talking to each other. I would prefer a memory of one red hot night than the drawn-out death of the passion between us.
I gently move Joshua’s arm from my stomach and then a wave of panic hits me as I sit up, being careful not to jostle the bed. My job. If anyone sees me leaving this room, I’m done. The hotel doesn’t exactly encourage employees to get tangled up with guests, especially high-profile ones like him. God, last night I was nervous about the idea of having a drink in the bar with him in case I got fired. Imagine how well this would go down with management.
And beyond that, the idea of being caught doing the walk of shame in the middle of a five-star resort is not how I want to start my day. I get that it’s Vegas and the likelihood of anyone outside of the staff noticing me or caring where I’ve been even ifthey do is slim at best, but I would know what I had done, and I would still feel the shame of being caught.
Holding my breath, I slide out of bed, barely suppressing a wince when my bare feet hit the cold floor. I scan the room for my clothes, finding my shirt draped over a lamp beside the bed, my bra on the ground next to it. Not far from them, my skirt and panties and finally, my shoes which are both discarded near the foot of the bed. I gather them up as quietly as I can, then I move toward the bathroom, clutching them against my chest.
Once I’m inside the bathroom – again, a strangely familiar room filled with unfamiliar things - I exhale, letting myself have one moment to process everything. My reflection in the mirror is all flushed skin, messy hair, and swollen lips. I look like someone who had the best night of her life. And damn it, I did.
But that doesn’t change the fact that I need to leave. If staying until Joshua woke up would change the fact he had to leave today, I would do it, but it won’t, so why put us both through that awkwardness.
I get dressed quickly, finger combing my hair into some semblance of order, and swilling my mouth out with some of Joshua’s mouthwash which sits beside the sink. My makeup is smudged beyond repair, but it’s not like I have time to fix it. I splash some cold water on my fingers and wipe away the worst of the black smudges from beneath my eyes, and then I take a deep breath, and crack the door open.
Joshua hasn’t moved, and I breath a silent sigh of relief.
I step out as quietly as possible, and I look around, trying to find my purse. I spot it on the ground next to the door and it brings back a flash of memory of Joshua and me stepping into the room and then him slamming me against the door and kissing me, me dropping my purse and pushing my hands into his hair. I blink away the memory and creep across the room. I grab my purse, and I’m almost free, but just as I reach for thedoor handle, Joshua speaks up behind me his voice thick with sleep. It stops me in my tracks, and I cringe inside.
"Leaving already?" he says.
