T here was no reason for me to stay behind when Vincent went into his apartment. I didn’t have all my stuff, but I had enough to make a clean getaway without a bit of remorse. The forty dollars I gave him was nothing compared to the lifetime of memories I had gotten back. I had a chance to turn my vacation around and I was actually starting to feel excited about Vegas again. Fiona hadn’t responded to any of my text messages since I finally got out of bed which was a sign she was still angry at me. I sent her another one to let her know I had my stuff back—or most of it—but there was another round of silence from her end. I wasn’t sure Vincent was trustworthy. For all I knew, I would be joining all the bodies buried in the desert before his supposed tour was done.

There was something about him though—some glimmer of kindness behind the tough exterior that was covered in tattoos. He was also hot-as-sin, despite being an asshole. Everyone seemed to have a Vegas story, and I wasn’t sure any of them would top mine. Before my brain could rationalize whether I should just leave or not, Vincent appeared at the door again with a set of keys in his hand.

“Ready to see the real Vegas?” He reached for my luggage when he got close to me.

“I think I’ll just hang onto this.” I pulled the handle away from him.

“Suit yourself. Come on.” He motioned for me to follow and we started walking towards his truck.

I finally relented to letting Vincent put his hands on my luggage again when we got to his truck, but I kept my camera firmly around my neck and clutched in both hands. Before I could open the passenger side door, he opened it for me and helped me climb inside. I leaned back against the seat and looked out the window as he started to drive.

Trusting him seemed like a dangerous thing to do, but there was something that attracted me to him. I had no way to explain it, but after being so emotionally drained from losing my stuff and having Fiona ignore me, I liked the simplicity of sitting in the passenger seat and listening to him describe each landmark we approached. His voice was smooth and sexy with a bit of a rasp that accentuated the inflection he put in each description. I could have listened to him talk all day, but after a couple of hours passed, I found my eyes drifting towards my left to look at him more than I was looking at the sights he pointed out. He caught my stare a couple of times and smirked when I shifted my eyes back towards the window.

“How about some lunch?” He pointed up ahead to a building that didn’t look like it was in much better shape than Dixon’s Bar.

“That place looks like it serves salmonella.” I raised my eyebrows in concern as he turned his truck into the parking lot.

“What?” He chuckled and his voice immediately shifted to the same silly tone he used to describe most of the landmarks we passed. “This is the world-famous Newton Burgers—Elvis used to eat here every time he visited Las Vegas. They even have a picture to prove that their burgers are worthy of the King.”

“That sounds suspect—and it doesn’t look like they’ve painted the place since Elvis ate here.” I stared at the building as the truck rolled into a parking space.

“Trust me—best food in town.” He exited the truck and walked around to open my door.

The building might have been run down, but when I nervously bit into cheeseburger, I no longer doubted that it was a good place to eat. The burger was amazing, freshly grilled with a hint of hickory smoke that reminded me of the burgers my father cooked at home. He wasn’t lying about the quality of the food at least.

Vincent had a beer with his meal, but I decided to just go with a soda. The beer I had at Dixon’s Bar wasn’t my favorite and I was pretty sure my future experiments with alcohol would remain in the wine category. We made small talk as we ate and shared a few stories from our lives. Vincent seemed to have lived a rough life, which wasn’t anything like mine. The toughest choice I had to make was whether to go straight to college or get a job—I had chosen the latter but I was still holding out hope for college one day.

Vincent was a lot nicer than I had originally expected and when he took my hand to help me back into the truck, I felt a tingle. My hand lingered in his and our eyes met for a moment before he finally pushed the door closed. I had never felt that kind of attraction before and I didn’t even know how to deal with it.

“So what else do you have to show me?” I looked over at him as he climbed into the truck. “I haven’t seen any bodies yet.”

“I told you—they’re buried.” He chuckled and started the engine again. “We already passed plenty of them.”

“Hmm.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I feel like you tricked me—I thought I was going to see bodies.”

“How about a casino?” He looked over at me.

“Can you really afford to gamble? You were stealing luggage for money.” I leaned against the window, but kept my eyes on him.

“I got forty dollars in my pocket—I’m a high roller.” He winked at me.

“I should have made you pay for lunch then, Mr. High Roller.” I scoffed at him but immediately smiled. “A casino does sound fun though.”

Fiona finally replied once we got back to the strip, but all she sent was the word good in lower case letters. It seemed like a cold and callous response to my excited message about getting my stuff back. She didn’t even ask how I managed to get it.

Vincent parked his truck and we locked my luggage in the cab, but I still kept my camera with me. I snapped a few candid pictures of Vincent as we walked and then took some of the casino. It was bustling with activity and the noise was a roar. Vincent cashed in his forty dollars for some chips and I matched it with forty dollars of my own. I had never gambled before, so I didn’t expect to win anything.

Vincent quickly explained the rules to Blackjack as we approached a table. It sounded easy enough—nothing more than a math game. I took my seat beside him and a waitress immediately walked over to serve us drinks. I asked for a glass of red wine and Vincent got a beer. The stakes at the table were low, so it seemed like we could probably have fun while we lost all our money.

“Hit me.” Vincent tapped the felt table.

“Hit me too.” I smiled and nodded, imitating his tapping motion against the table.

“That’s a mistake.” Vincent shook his head. “You’re already at sixteen.”

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath when a Queen landed on my pile.

It was clear after a few hands that I had no idea what I was doing and Vincent had a very clear understanding of the strategy behind the game. He had explained it well, and the math made sense, but my faith in the cards seemed to be misplaced. Every time I believed I could somehow win, I either busted or ended up too low to actually win anything. When I thought it was a losing hand, people around me busted and I came out on top. I lost twenty dollars as he made money and before long he was up over a hundred dollars. He lost a few hands after that and I managed to get a few chips, but I was right back to losing money after that. The cycle seemed to continue until I didn’t have any chips left and he had a mediocre pile. I considered buying more chips, but Vincent handed me a few after we left the table.

“Here’s the forty I owe ya.” He grinned and closed my hand on the chips.

“Shouldn’t they all be mine? It was my money you were betting with.” I nudged him in the ribs.

“You’re lucky I’m even paying you back.” He looked at me and growled.

“Fine... Where can I lose this?” I looked around the casino.

We played a few more games and every one of them seemed to do nothing but steal my chips while Vincent somehow came out ahead. Gambling was definitely a losing endeavor. I checked my phone again after a couple of hours had passed, but didn’t have any new messages from Fiona. I wondered if she was going to stay mad at me the whole vacation. We were close enough to the hotel for me to walk back and try to fix things, but I was enjoying my time with Vincent. I had envisioned losing money with a smile on my face while Fiona did the same right next to me, but Vincent was a suitable replacement if she wasn’t going to respond.

I ran out of money again and we walked over to the window so Vincent could cash out his chips. I was already trying to figure out how much money I could afford to lose the next time I visited the casino when we walked outside.

“It’s getting dark.” I looked up at the sky.

“Let me show you one of my favorite places in Vegas.” Vincent reached for my hand as we walked towards his truck.

There was something about his touch that ignited a feeling I had never felt before. I liked it. I liked being around him and just feeding off of his energy. He was so different than anyone I knew back at home. His carefree attitude and general demeanor was exciting. He helped me into the truck again and his hand lingered on mine even longer than it had before. I watched as he walked around the truck and climbed into the passenger seat. I found it hard to take my eyes off him. He drove as the sun continued to go down, passing several landmarks we had already seen, but he still narrated them just as enthusiastically as he did the first time. The difference was that I was looking at him instead of the scenery outside the window. He finally pulled the truck to a stop on a hill and turned off the lights. I was instantly amazed as I saw a full view of the city spread out beneath the rocky landscape.

“Oh wow...” I opened my door, but before I could get out of the truck, he came around and helped me down.

“I used to come up here a lot when I was younger.” He held my hand and we walked to the edge of the hill. “There are plenty of places where you can see the city at night, but this one has the best view I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s beautiful.” I lifted my camera with my free hand and started snapping pictures.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” He turned me towards him and I let the camera hang down from my arm as he stared into my eyes.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you bring up here.” I tilted my head and smiled.

“Only if I plan to kiss them.” He put a hand around my waist and pulled me close.

His lips met mine and I felt fireworks going off in my head. It was my first real kiss and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. His hand moved up my back and held my neck as I felt his tongue start to slide into my mouth. My lips were crushed underneath his and he ravaged my mouth with the intensity of his passion. My heart raced so fast in my chest that I thought it would beat clean through and we were close enough that I could feel his matching mine. I did my best to match the fury of his kiss as I felt real desire for the first time in my life.

I had been on a few dates, but they never ended with anything more than a peck on the cheek or a light graze of a kiss that ignited nothing inside me. I was certainly feeling something with Vincent—something magical that I didn’t even know could exist. We stayed locked in the embrace and the world seemed to fade away. I didn’t care about the vacation, the lights of the city or Las Vegas. All I cared about was the man holding me close and the fire of his lips as they formed a perfect seal against mine. When they finally pulled away, my breath came out in hurried gasps.

“This is crazy.” I looked into his eyes, seeing the reflection of the city in his steel-colored gaze. “I don’t even know you.”

“I bet you know what I want to do to you.” His hands moved down to my hips. “You feel it too.”

“I...” My eyes shifted away as his gaze seemed to intensify. “I’ve never done that.”

“You’re a virgin?” He put his hand on my chin and turned my head back towards him, locking me in his gaze once again.

“Yeah.” I nodded and sighed.

“That’s okay.” He leaned closer and let his lips touch my ear. “What happens in Vegas...”

“I can’t...” I shivered when I felt his tongue tease my earlobe.

“Yes you can—you want to.” His lips moved to my neck.

“I shouldn’t...” I tensed up when his lips sent another surge of excitement through me.

“Shouldn’t isn’t can’t.” He kissed my neck again.

I felt enthralled in the fiery desire boiling inside of me. Every rational thought in my head was telling me no, but my body was desperately trying to say yes. My pussy was starting to get wet and I could feel it leaving a stain on my panties. The only time I had ever felt that kind of desire was when I was alone in my room exploring my body and thinking about having a moment just like the one I was in. Vincent wanted me and I wanted him too. I certainly didn’t want him to stop.

He pulled away and walked to the truck, shifting the seat and pulling a blanket out from behind it. He spread it out on the edge of the hill overlooking the city and pulled me into his arms as he sat down. His hands moved back to my neck and he started to kiss me again with the same fury as before. I was going to lose my virginity to a man I didn’t know—a man that seemed intent to adding my innocence to the list of things he had taken from me. It would be one thing I couldn’t get back if I gave in to my desire, but my lust was making it too difficult to pull away from him.

“Don’t fight it.” He slid a hand under my shirt. “You know you want it too.”

He pulled my shirt over my head and the camera strap got tangled in the sleeve as he put it on the blanket next to us. My hands traced the outline of his muscles that were tight against his t-shirt. I tugged until it was over his head and I could see his powerful chest and all the tattoos that adorned it. His shirt landed next to mine and he squeezed my breasts through my bra, rubbing his thumb along my left nipple as it pressed against the padding. His touch sent a tingle through me and I leaned towards him when his hand moved behind my back and started to unfasten my bra. It fell off my shoulders once the clasp was opened and he kissed my shoulder where the strap had been. He pulled on it until it was off and then pulled me close until my exposed breasts were pressed against his chest.

I could feel his heart beating fast against mine again as he held me in his embrace and ravaged my lips with his eager tongue. He moved his hand down to my leg and rubbed my thigh underneath the bottom of my shorts before sliding underneath them.

“I’m going to pull these off and lick your pussy until you’re begging for me to fuck you.” His lips moved to my ear and his voice came out as a raspy gasp.

“Oh god...” My whole body shook when I heard his words echo in my ear.

Vincent shifted me until I was on my back and his hands pulled at my shorts. He pushed a hand into the waistband and started pulling them down along with my panties. I was nervous, but at the same time, I was extremely excited with my lust burning up inside me. My shorts slid down my thighs and landed on my ankles before he pulled them off. I was completely naked on the blanket, fully exposed to a man for the first time in my life. His lips started kissing along my knee and he pushed my legs apart. His kiss moved up my inner thighs and sent surges of excitement through me. It was such a strange feeling, but I didn’t want it to stop, especially when his lips moved to the tender area where my thighs met my pelvis. His tongue moved along the crease for a moment before he started kissing along the edge of my labia. His tongue flicked against my wetness and my body tensed up. It felt amazing, so much more so than anything I had ever done when I explored my body with my finger.

“That feels so good!” I moaned when his tongue drifted up the middle of my labia and flicked against the hood covering my clitoris.

I wanted him to keep going more than I had ever wanted anything else in my life. I ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to move his tongue around the hood covering my clitoris leaving a trail of saliva before he started moving back down to my wetness. His tongue pushed inside my pussy and stretched the tightness that had never felt more than a slight penetration from my finger. He plunged into it several times, pushing his tongue against my hymen while he furiously licked it. The feeling sent surges of pleasure through me that made me grab the blanket with the hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair.

My hips shifted and my mouth fell open as gasps and moans started to erupt from my throat. It felt like he was unlocking pleasure I didn’t even know could exist with my body. His tongue slid back up my labia again and the protective flap of skin covering my clitoris was pushed away as his tongue grazed the tight bundle of nerves that had formed a hard knot. He rolled his tongue around it several times which sent even stronger sensations through my body.

“Keep going.” I moaned and shifted my hips against his tongue. “It feels amazing.”

My mind started to wander to other thoughts as my body was ravished by his tongue. If it felt that good to have his tongue teasing the exterior of my pussy and dancing around my clitoris, then actually having sex would probably blow my mind. I had no doubt that it would hurt, but I was sure it would take me to a world of pleasure better than what I was imagining. His tongue had barely stretched my pussy and the pressure was intense, but the sensations it created was worth it. He kept his tongue locked on my clitoris, moving it in a circle so fast that my head was spinning along with it. He moved back to my pussy and plunged his tongue into it several more times before dragging it back to my clitoris.

I couldn’t tell which feeling I liked more—they were both simply amazing. I started to feel pressure building up inside me, swelling as the feeling brought me to a level of bliss I had never imagined. He was going to give me my first real orgasm and if the way it felt as it was building was any indication, it was going to leave me breathless.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” I arched my back as my head slumped back and pushed my pelvis against his lips until I was almost riding them.

He pushed a finger against my pussy and started to slowly work it inside of me while his tongue circled my clitoris. His hot breath was mixing with my lust and I couldn’t feel anything but pure nirvana while he brought me to the brink of ultimate bliss. His finger stretched my pussy a little more and pushed against my hymen, but the motion of it thrusting into the entrance ignited even more sensations while his tongue kept the fire raging against his lips. The brink of bliss was only the beginning. I went over the edge and I felt like I was falling into a cloud of desire with his tongue cradling my furious need. He kept it moving in a steady pace while I writhed against the blanket. The feeling inside me got stronger, like a balloon about to pop as my muscles tightened. I stayed there until there was no holding back and then my body started to shake. He kept moving his tongue as I started to orgasm and I could feel my pussy spasming on his finger while the release of pleasure surged through my body. My muscles started to release their tight grip while I orgasmed and it felt like the weight of the world roared from within me while I climaxed. His tongue finally started to slow down once the pressure was completely released from my body.

Breathless—wordless—nothingness.

“I can’t wait to feel this virgin pussy devouring my cock.” His breath came out in a sharp exhale as he lifted up and started to remove his pants.

I wouldn’t have been able to stop him, even if I wanted to. My body was spent and exhausted from what he had done and after the bliss he had sent coursing through my body, I felt like he deserved to feel the same thing. My eyes opened enough to see his naked body against the moonlight and the glimmer of the city. He looked absolutely majestic. His cock was engorged with his lust and he paused for a moment to tear open a condom wrapper with his teeth. The rubber stretched around his girth and covered his length before he slid between my thighs and pushed the glans against my wetness.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He let out a gasp as he pulled my hips towards him and positioned his cock so he could enter my pussy.

He started to push himself inside of me and I felt my pussy being stretched to accommodate his girth. The pressure wasn’t bad at first, but once he worked the head inside me, I felt it start to hurt. He pulled back and pushed it in again until it was stretching my hymen. I wasn’t going to be a virgin once he was done with me. He let his cock slowly withdraw until it laid against my labia and then he plunged it into me again. It hit my hymen and he gave it a hard thrust, tearing the thin flap of skin that had stood as a symbol of my innocence for twenty-one years. It was torn away and I felt a sting when his girth stretched the spot where it had been. He slowly pulled back and then started to push himself inside of me once more.

“God, you feel so good.” Another gasp rushed from his lips and a throaty growl followed.

The pace picked up and my body started to react to the feeling. I felt like I was so spent I would never feel pleasure again after my orgasm, but as he withdrew and slid his cock into me over and over, the sensations started to return. It was different from the way his tongue felt and it was accompanied by some pain as he kept stretching me while he went deeper, but the pleasure was starting to build up inside me.

I watched his cock as it pulled back several times, but then my eyes met his. There was an intensity in them I hadn’t seen before—it was the same lust I had felt when I was in the grip of my own pleasure. His hips moved faster, fucking the part that had already been stretched enough for him to easily go inside me, but each thrust went deeper. The pleasure and the pain mixed together, creating a collision of sensations. Seeing the pleasure etched on his face and knowing that it was there because of me made me surge with even more excitement. My hips started to shift along with him when my body started to move past desire and crave another orgasm.

“Don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t stop!” I felt him go deeper than ever before and his cock started to move against my g-spot.

My g-spot roared with pleasure that felt like a combination of his tongue on my clitoris and his finger inside my pussy at the same time. The pain was drowned out in the excitement of the moment and he continued thrusting until his entire length was inside me and I felt his abdominal muscles pressing against my pelvis with every thrust. He leaned forward until his lips were on my neck and kissed me while he picked up the pace. His thrusts got so fast and hard it felt like my back was being driven into the ground from the furiousness of each one. His abdominal muscles started to tease my clitoris each time he slammed into me and his lips sent sensations of fire through my whole body. The pressure built up inside me fast with so many pleasure points being stimulated at once. My g-spot was being pounded so hard that it was hard to focus on anything else, but my body was tingling with desire.

“I’m gonna cum again!” I started moaning louder with each passing second.

“Show me how good it feels to be fucked for the first time,” he whispered into my ear and returned to kissing my neck.

My body reacted to the stimulation he was creating as he teased my flesh inside and out. I started to orgasm again and I felt my pussy spasming on his cock. The feeling was even more amazing and as he pounded himself into my orgasm, I felt another one building up on top of it. He kept up the pace even as my tightness clamped on his cock and my muscles tightened so much it felt like every single one of them was going to start spasming along with my pussy. The release of my orgasm barely registered before the third one started to roar. They stacked on top of each other to the point I thought I was going to combust from the heat between our bodies. I felt his breath against my neck get heavier and he pulled back from the kiss. It changed from gasps to a hurried panting and I could tell he was about to cum. His motions started to get erratic and his cock throbbed inside me. It seemed to swell even more with the throbbing and then it started to pulsate. His long and hard thrusts turned into a quick hammering and he had to lock both hands on my shoulders to keep me in place.

“You’re going to make me explode!” His head rolled back and a loud burst of air rushed from his lungs in a gasp.

His body started to shake and every muscle on his delicious frame tensed before I felt the throbbing pulsations get even faster. I could feel the cum surging through the shaft before the condom began to balloon as he filled it with his seed. He kept driving his cock into me as more of his manhood was released. The feeling sent me over the edge and I orgasmed again with the same fury that matched his lust. He gave me several more hard thrusts before I felt him finally relax and I knew he had been spent. He collapsed forward against my shoulder, putting all of his weight on me for a brief instant before he positioned his hands and started to raise up. He withdrew his cock slowly and tossed the condom off the edge of the hill with one flick of his wrist. Some of his cum splattered on my thigh, but I didn’t care. My body was exhausted. He fell down beside me on the blanket and I used what was left of my energy to roll over into his powerful arms. They wrapped around me like a cocoon and I used his chest as a pillow. The afterglow of our experience seemed to consume us both as our breathing returned to normal and our racing hearts started to slow to a regular pace.

This is one part of Vegas I will probably regret leaving behind.