Bradley

 

I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming. I open my eyes and look down. Nope, not a dream. Lexi is sucking my cock as I sleep. I moan as my hands find their way into her hair.

It’s been almost five days since we got to Vegas and started this whole ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ fling. Five days later, and I still crave her. Five days later, and either one of us wakes up the other one orally or I’m sliding into her or she’s sliding down on me.

My eyes close as I feel her soft tongue licking my balls. She lifts her mouth off of me, and I open my eyes to watch her crawl over me. She aligns her pussy over my cock and sinks herself down in one thrust. Fuck, even after all the times we’ve fucked, and it’s been at least five or six times a day since that first day, she’s still tight as a glove.

Her legs are curled alongside my hips, and she leverages them to lift herself up before she helps gravity along and slams herself back down.

My hands glide up to her tits to pinch and twist her nipples, something I found out she bloody loves. She moans as she leans back, her hands gripping my knees while she continues to move on me.

“Someone is randy this morning,” I say to her, watching as my cock fills her. I lick my thumb, bringing it to her clit, and she hisses the moment I make contact with it. “Fuck, you can wake me up like this every morning.”

“Hmmm,” she says as she continues to ride me. Her tits bounce slowly at first, and then faster and faster as she rides us to the ending we both want.

I’m about to blow my load in her, but I want to wait for her. “My girl rides my cock so good.” Her pussy clenches me tightly. I’ve also learned that she loves, absolutely loves dirty talk, the filthier, the better. I feel her tightening around me, and I have to fight off my climax just watching her moving faster on me, tits bouncing, head thrown back.

“Gonna come,” she says, pounding herself down on me harder. “Gonna come,” she says again and my thumb presses down on her clit as I move it side to side. She slams herself down one last time and comes all over my cock as I take over, thrusting up into her. It takes me a couple seconds more before I plant myself deep inside of her and come, too.

She collapses on my chest while she catches her breath. “That was good,” she says while she kisses my neck. My hand rubs circles on her back as my cock begins to soften inside of her.

“Best way to wake up, you sucking my cock, then riding me,” I tell her, pulling her hair back so I can see her face.

Her eyes are soft now, her cheeks rosy, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think she just woke up. “Morning, love,” I say to her, touching my mouth to hers.

She kisses me back before she rolls off of me and gets up, heading straight into the bathroom where I hear her turn the shower on. She walks back into the room. “Are you going to order room service?” she asks.

“What do you want?” I lean over, picking up the phone, dialing room service.

“Anything is good,” she says to me. I place an order of pancakes and eggs. I know she loves the pancakes here.

I hang up the phone, looking at her still standing there. “Is that it?”

“How long will it take?” she asks me.

“They said about forty-five minutes.”

She smiles and reaches for my hand.

“Good, come wash my back.” She laughs as she pulls me out of bed. “And, you know, other stuff.”

I follow her in the shower where I thoroughly clean her back, and, you know, other places. By the time we’re done, the bathroom is foggy from the long steamy shower we just took.

I’m just tying my robe when our room service order arrives. Usually we eat in bed, but today we sit at the table. She sits right next to me, something that she has done ever since we went out for pizza a few nights ago. It’s a small gesture, but it’s almost like she wants to be next to me.

She cuts into her pancake, dipping a piece in syrup. “I’m really going to miss these,” she says as she cuts another piece.

I don’t say anything while I eat my fresh fruit and my egg white omelet. I don’t even want to think about tomorrow when we have to pack and leave. I don’t want to think that in two days I’ll be waking up by myself. That there will be no more soft snoring, no one stealing the covers from me, no one reaching out to grab my hand while we walk or even while we watch television.

“What are we doing today?” she asks while sipping her coffee.

“I want to go to the sex shop.” I watch her.

“Really?” She leans back in the chair, the top of her robe opening.

“We have reservations tonight at Sapphire,” I tell her, watching her face. Her eyes light up.

“Shut up,” she says, sitting up in the chair. “Seriously?”

I nod.

“Holy shit.” She jumps up and says, “Let’s go.” She runs to the bathroom.

I laugh at her when she walks out five seconds later, dressed in shorts and a shirt, her flip-flops slapping against her feet. Her luggage still hasn’t arrived, so it’s all new.

“How are you not dressed already?” She walks over and grabs a pair of my jeans and a polo shirt and throws them at me. I get dressed while she watches me.

Ten minutes later, we walk out of the hotel and hail a cab to Adam & Eve.

She is in such a hurry she doesn’t even wait for me. She is already inside the store before I even finish paying the cab driver.

I walk into the store and try scanning for her head. In the front of the store, all the lingerie is hanging on different displays. Against the wall on the left hand side are all their shoes, along with what looks like a selection of oils.

“Holy shit! Fitch, look at this.” I hear her call to me from the other side of the store. I turn to follow her voice, and she stands there holding up what looks like a thong.

“What is that?” I ask, walking to her.

“It’s the Crotchless Beaded Lovers Thong,” she says as if I should have known this. She then shows me the dual strands of beads that run from a strap at the front, over her clit to the piece of material that slides between her ass cheeks. “Samantha wore this in Sex and The City. I’m so getting this, and I’m buying one for Melanie.” She picks up another one. “I think we need one of those big carts.” She moves to the door and grabs one.

]She comes back and immediately starts going through the rack. Pulling out a pair of leather boxers, she says, “Oh, look, these were made for you!” She shows me. “And they even have a zipper. Kind of like, surprise! My dick is in here!” I laugh at her as she asks, “What size are you?”

I grab the boxers from her and hang them back up.

“I’m not wearing that,” I tell her, looking over at the crotchless panties.

“Can I help you?” A blond woman comes over to us. I’m about to tell her no when Lexi opens her mouth.

“We need a butt plug.” Her face is straight. “It’s my first time, so I’m not looking for anything too big.” She continues discussing butt plugs as if she were inquiring about T-shirts. “I mean, he’s huge, and I’m not sure if we will get to that, but for tonight, I was thinking I’d try something small-ish.”

“Oh, I can help you with that, hon? We have quite a big selection. I’m sure we’ll find what you’re looking for.” She turns away with Lexi trailing behind and heads to the back of the store. “Is it just for you? Or will both of you need one?”

What the hell? “It’s just for her.” I don’t even want to see what she has for me.

She smiles at me, almost like she doesn’t believe me. “We have an anal training kit. I always recommend that for first-timers.”

“Oh, what is that?” Lexi asks. Her eyes widen and glaze over a bit, almost as if the woman asked her if she wanted candy.

“It is three different sizes. You start with the smallest one, and you work your way up to the largest. That will prepare you to accept a”—she glances over at me—“significant intrusion with a minimum of discomfort.” She looks between the two of us and continues, “Were you thinking of glass or jelly? I would suggest you go jelly. Being a first timer, it’s more comfortable.”

“Oh, look, a pink one!” Lexi says, grabbing a set of three plugs that look like a spade. “I think I like this one,” she says to the woman and then looks at me. “What do you think?”

I have no idea what to think. I can’t believe we’re even standing here discussing anal toys. Talk about going out of the box. I grab the package from her and start reading, but not really comprehending it. I’m just thinking about Lexi bent over and me putting this in her.

“Fitch, look! A ‘My First Anal Explorer Kit!’ It comes with an anal vibrator. Ooh, ten speeds.” She puts it in the basket.

“You know what else I’m looking for?” she starts to tell the lady, and I’m almost scared to find out what she’s talking about. “A pair of those panties with a remote control vibrator inside, like the ones from the movie The Ugly Truth with Katherine Heigl and Gerard Butler!”

“Yes.” She nods and turns to go over to the side wall. “These panties slip-on, and there is a pocket in the front where you put this little vibrator inside, see? It comes with a wireless remote, and there are three speeds.” She smiles at me.

“Perfect.” Lexi adds that to the basket. Something on the wall catches Lexi’s eyes, and she laughs out loud. “Look at this, Fitch! It’s a ‘Clone a Willy Kit.’ We have to get this,” she says, adding it to the basket. “I can make it tonight and bring it home with me.”

The lady laughs at her and excuses herself to go help another couple that just walked in.

 “Love, you aren’t buying that Willy thing.” I pick it up, ready to put it back.

“Why? It’ll be like a parting gift. That way I can still have sex with you after I get back home.” She pouts. “Don’t take the willy away from me.” She then smiles. “Willy.” She shakes her head, looking over at other things. “Let’s get some lingerie.” She walks back to the front and starts going through the rack of lingerie. She holds up a fake leather bra and panty set. “It’s crotchless and nipple-less.” She shrugs. “No surprise there unlike those boxers.” She puts it back on the hook.

“Are we done?” I ask, looking around.

“I think so. I’m excited to be plugged.” She walks to the register and starts putting our things on the counter. “Don’t even think of paying for my anal toys, Fitch, or I’ll be buying myself one of those chastity belts.” Her eyes glare at me.

“Is that all?” the cashier asks. “May I also suggest some lube to go with this and also a cleaning kit?”

Lexi nods her head. “Yes, definitely.” She points to the box of five lubes. “We’ll take the variety pack.”

By the time everything is placed in the bags, I have a cab already waiting for her outside.

I look over at Lexi, who is rifling through the bags to make sure nothing is missing.

“I can’t wait for tonight.” She looks over at me and smiles. “Thank you for taking this off my sex bucket list. I’m glad it’s with you.”

The words shouldn’t gut me, but they do. The rage is starting to coil in my belly at the thought of her doing any of this with anyone else. I try not to think about how in two days we will both be in our separate homes in the same city. I try not to think about how I won’t be waking up with her. I really try not to think about how, in five days’ time, she has weaved her way into my heart.

“Hello, earth to Fitch,” she says, kissing my cheek.

“Yeah, sorry, I was thinking about an email I have to answer.” I pretend, hoping she can’t see the terror on my face.

“Okay. So as I was saying, I’m going to go shopping for tonight, and I want it to be a surprise, so,” she says when the cab stops at the front of the Bellagio, “take this upstairs, and I’ll be back soon.”

I nod to her, paying the guy. We both get out. She gets on her tippy toes to kiss my lips. “Now, don’t use any of my anal toys while I’m gone.”

She taps my nose and walks away, smiling.

I shake my head and laugh while I watch her walk away to go shopping. I watch till I can’t see her anymore, diligently ignoring the way my heart is beating.