Vegas Miracle (7 page)

"Darling," the lovely woman at her elbow finally spoke, yanking her back to the present.  "Shall we?"  Grace glanced at Ryan who'd grabbed a couple more ice cold martini glasses for them.  He smiled and her heart lifted.

"Sure," she let herself be lead, with the woman’s arm through hers, across the room.  Aware of activity behind the filmy curtains, Grace gulped at her drink, hoping it would calm her nerves.  As she became more aware of what exactly was going on behind the curtains they kept passing, Grace gasped and clutched at the woman’s arm.   Ryan caught up with her then, taking her glass and putting her other arm through his.  Bracketed on either side, Grace let herself be led out of the large room into a wide, plush hallway.  Beautiful people were draped around on leather furniture, some were kissing, some were drinking but all were completely naked.  Grace gasped again, feeling like a voyeur, and tried to avert her eyes but they refused and took to darting around instead, trying to process what was happening.  Ryan squeezed her hand as they made their way down the hall, the music still pulsing through the place but more muted back here.

 The beautiful creatures in the hall were following them now as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door.  It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles.  As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax and a light yet masculine cologne filled her nose.  Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there.  

"Come," the woman whispered into her ear.  Grace shuddered at the double meaning.  "Sit here." She gestured to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange sheer fabric.  "We'll relax together," the woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared.   "I'm Nadia," she said as she draped herself on a corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.

Ryan walked with her over to the love seat but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit.  She gave him a questioning look.  His smile quieted her nerves some but her hands shook as she accepted the glass. 

As soon as she looked up, Grace saw the body on the bed.  It was a man with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side reading a book, a dark towel positioned strategically across his hips.  Glancing over at Nadia, Grace saw pure lust in the woman’s eyes.  Not for the vision on the bed.  For her.  Nadia nodded towards the reclining man, indicating Grace should pay attention there.

A figure appeared on the far side of the room.  Another man clothed in dark denim jeans and nothing else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulder to his waist, moving aside the towel.  Grace tried not to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her eyes glued on the men in front of her as a thick, hard cock was revealed an inch at a time. 

The man on the bed lay back and Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him.  Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, then ran it down his neck and across his pecks to his nipple before dropping further down to his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which was already glistening.

He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, but whimpered when he was pushed back onto the bed.  The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope and Grace felt her pussy go completely moist, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her.  She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together.   Feeling Ryan’s hand on her shoulder, Grace made herself relax.

She watched, mesmerized, as the man on the bed smiled and held his hands up over his head.  The vision in blue jeans, whose own bulging zipper belied his calm exterior, reached up and secured willing hands to a wooden bedpost.  He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart, ripping a groan from his lips.  Tying off each ankle as well, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her moist pussy.  She leaned back, breathing fast and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world, for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers as they prepared to watch two men fuck.

Grace shut her eyes but soft lips against her shoulder made her snap them open.  Nadia was there, looking up at her, her lips moving up Grace’s neck, nibbling a little, hardening Grace’s nipples beneath her silk dress.  Ryan shifted behind her and rolled one between his fingers. 

"Watch," Nadia whispered into her ear once she reached it.  Grace nodded, shocked, and hornier than she'd even been in her life. 

"Ahhh…" the blue jean man spoke.  "That’s it."  He straddled the man who lay bound on the bed beneath him.  The prone man arched up, struggling against the ropes.  "Stop!" the other man commanded. 

Whimpering, the bound man obeyed as the other leaned down to kiss him, hands on either side of his lover’s head, before moving down to bite down one nipple, then the other.  Grace tried to suppress a groan as Ryan’s hand kneaded at her own nipple and her panties filled with moisture.  A primal urgency so strong gripped her, made her gasp and sigh as the surreal vision in front of her continued.

The blue jeaned man moved down to lap at the other man’s cock, licking the pre-cum from his thick head, moving his tongue around the sensitive slit, causing the young man on the bed to buck and cry out and try to shove his cock inside the other man’s mouth.

"No!"  The low, firm command startled Grace.  "Do as I say or you get nothing."

Grace watched as the man in jeans stalked out, leaving the naked man on the bed, his arms flexing against his bonds his amazing body in obvious erotic agony.   Catching sight of shadowy figures around the room, she leaned her head back against the luxurious leather seat.  Ryan loomed over her and then leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek.

"You ok?"

"I guess." 

Grace sighed as she sensed Nadia’s touch again, this time cool fingers on her knee, fluttering up the inside of her thighs.   But instead of moving away like the usual straight-laced Grace would do, she kept her eyes on the naked man’s throbbing shaft just a few feet from her as he moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to find contact.  

Nadia’s fingertips moved her silk thong aside and Grace cried out when they reached her hard clit.  The sensation was exquisite and nearly unbearable.  Ryan had come around to the front of the sofa and stood watching them.  

"Oh. My God," Grace shuddered as the woman shoved two fingers high inside her, reaching up and pressing against her clit at the same time.  She felt her body spasm in Nadia’s hands.

"That’s it, my darling," Nadia cooed as she shifted around and repositioned herself between Grace’s legs.   "I must taste you."

Gasping from the hair-trigger orgasm, Grace let Nadia pull her thighs apart and lean in, flicking her tongue over the still hard button of flesh.  Grace shifted down further on the sofa, her eyes closed as fingers reached up to roll her nipples, pinching a little, bringing an edge of pain to the pleasure.   Nadia sucked, pulling Grace’s clit between her lips.

"Ah, Jesus!"

"Mmmm…." Nadia kept sucking, not letting her go, pulling her through one orgasm and into another as she pressed fingers inside Grace’s shuddering flesh.   Ryan positioned himself directly behind Nadia and Grace watched from half lidded eyes, nearly melting into the buttery leather couch with lust, as he ran a hand over Nadia’s ass.  Staring straight into Grace’s eyes, her husband pulled Nadia’s filmy dress up and plunged his fingers inside her body, making the woman moan against Grace’s pussy. Grace licked her lips, and words she’d never thought imaginable rolled out of her mouth.

“Fuck her Ryan. I want to watch.” She sucked in a breath as the light in his eyes deepened. God help her she really, honestly did. He kept his eyes pinned on Grace, reached over to pluck a condom from a bowl handily positioned on a nearby table. She groaned as Nadia kept manipulating her. Then as her husband unzipped his trousers and rolled the condom down his perfect, familiar cock she smiled, and nodded.

Grace watched him, saw the familiar expression on his face as he slipped into Nadia’s waiting body, while she continued to lick and suck Grace using lips and fingers to keep her on the ragged edge of constant orgasm.  Grace looked around, saw six or seven people watching, as she bucked and moaned and let her husband fuck the strange woman between her legs.

Ryan reached around and clenched Nadia’s ample breast, his body curved over hers, his thrusts causing Nadia to use the exact same rhythm with her tongue and fingers on Grace’s pussy.  The three of them were as one, moving together, their passion infusing the room and making the crowd around them reach for themselves and for the person next to them.  Hands and tongues and bodies and fluids blended.  Grace arched to meet a monster climax as it raced towards her, the amazing sight of Ryan pounding into Nadia right in front of her sending her over the edge into deep, orgasmic oblivion. 

"Ahhh, yessss…" Nadia raised her head from Grace’s pussy, keeping her hand covering it, feeling the warm moisture as Ryan’s thrusts increased in intensity.  "Fuck me darling, like you fuck her.” The woman fell across Grace, her lips at her nipples, sucking until she sat up and cried out.

Grace watched her husband’s face as he closed his eyes, nearing release before he opened them and stared straight at her, his hands on Nadia’s hips, his body moving in and out of hers.

 "Aaaahhh God!" he called out to the room and grunted, never taking his eyes from Grace’s.  For some strange reason, Grace had never felt closer to him in this amazing and bizarre circumstance of his creation. The bound, naked man now engaged with the man who'd finally shed his blue jeans and was fucking him, their grunts and groans taking over where Grace, Nadia’s and Ryan’s had ceased.  Ryan stepped back and pulled himself from Nadia’s body before collapsing on the leather seat next to Grace, his hand on her shoulder, a wicked smile on his face.

Chapter Seven

Grace always got to skip the official checking in process for Ryan’s penthouse suite at the Aria.  Everyone knew her from the double whammy her husband’s influence getting the place open the year before and her own growing popularity as a writer.  Smiling, waving at the people she recognized, Grace followed the bellboy into the elevator and leaned her head against the mirrored side, exhausted in mind and body. 

"Welcome back, Missus Sullivan," the young man said as he turned the key that allowed them access to the topmost floor.  "When can we expect Mister Sullivan?"

Grace sighed. 

"Who knows, really?"

The young man eyed her a moment then his training on "how to engage or leave customers alone" kicked in and he fell silent which Grace was grateful for.

            Still a little moist from her trip down memory lane in the limo earlier, she felt heat rise in her cheeks both in frustration and lust realizing that after that fateful night, Ryan started his subtle but undeniable emotional removal from her.  They hadn't spoken much about the "party" afterwards which Grace justified as "I’m processing," but she felt guilty for holding back.  No matter what she told herself about the circumstances, the she couldn’t get what she’d done
later
out of her head.

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Four weeks earlier...

Nadia collapsed on Grace’s other side and as her body calmed and Grace watched the two men on the bed.  They'd climaxed, or at least put on a great show of it, and now the towel was draped back across the younger man’s body and he was propped up on one elbow, looking at her.  For a few moments Grace locked eyes with him, his dark chocolate stare seeming to bore straight into her.  Then he smiled, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, "what did you think?"  Grace sighed, glad the small moment of tension had passed, and smiled back.  His grin widened and she was again reminded herself how beautiful he was, a specimen of male strength and exotic attractiveness, suitable for any magazine cover or movie screen.  His coal black hair had come lose and tumbled over his shoulder as Grace spent a moment wondering what it would feel like between her fingers. Then she turned to Nadia.

"Can I, I mean, is there..." she trailed off, unsure of the protocol.

Nadia laughed and pulled both Grace and Ryan to their feet, kissing first Grace’s lips then her husband’s.

"Of course.  Follow me and you can even shower if you like. The spa is always open."

Grace looked back, holding her hand out, hoping Ryan would follow but he shook his head.  He put her hand to his lips.

"Go ahead.   You’ll be okay. I need to sit a minute. You know how I get."

Nadia linked arms with Grace.

"We will be back, darling," she tossed at Ryan.

They walked out the door into the hall, which was still arrayed with various forms of mostly undressed human bodies.

"Your man," Nadia whispered in Grace’s ear as they walked toward a set of wide steps.  "He is very virile, isn’t he."

Grace giggled, part of her unwilling to accept she was even having this conversation.

"He is.  But he has a long recovery, so he says."