Viva Las Vegas
1233 Words
Talia POV
We return to our suite, where I immediately grab a large t-shirt and go straight to the bathroom to change out of my gown. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and turn to stare and my mangled flesh on my thighs, and the dark scar across my abdomen. The other numerous scars from blades and burns pale in comparison. I pull my shirt over my head and quickly cross the room to my bed before Matthew walks in.
He strips in front of me, leaving only his boxers on, before he crawls into bed beside me and pulls the covers up over the both of us, before I settle into his arms, with my back against his chest. I feel his erection pressed against my buttocks and I tell him, “Down boy, I’m too tired.”
Matt chuckles and kisses the top of my head before we fall to sleep in one another’s arms.
I’m awoken the next morning bright and early, as Matt nuzzles the side of my neck, I roll onto my back stretching before I realize that Matt has settled himself between my legs, the crotch of my underwear pulled to the side with his left hand, while his right is gripping his c**k and rubbing the tip against my slit, moistening both of us.
I look into his eyes as I part my legs more giving him the approval he needs as he guides his c**k into my core. He kisses me deeply as he thrusts into me again and again, his hands pushing my shirt up as he grasps my breasts and gently kneads them in his hands. I moan through our kiss, and his hands move to my hips. In one swift movement he flips over onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his c**k remains buried deep within my body. I adjust my legs to straddle him as I sit back on his thighs and rotate my hips receiving a growl of pleasure in returns.
Matt’s hands go to the hem of my shirt as he says, “Baby, please let me see you.”
I hesitate for a moment before I lift my shirt off and over my head.
“Beautiful.” He whispers to me, before he sits up and kisses me hard. I grab ahold of his shoulders, as he moves his hands to my buttocks lifting and lowering me, up and down on his c**k, my n*****s brushing against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
He continues pumping me up and down, harder and faster and I feel my core begin to tighten around his shaft. “That’s it baby girl, come for me.” He whispers, against my neck, his breath upon my flesh and those words are all it takes for me to come undone, as I pulsate around him and cry out in pleasure he grunts hard as he empties himself into me.
Matt falls back onto the bed, pulling me down with him, as I lie sprawled out on his chest. He wraps his arms around me tight and kisses my forehead before he says, “Good morning.”
I roll my eyes and smile before I reply, “Good morning, you naughty boy.”
Matt flips us over once again, with me on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, as he nuzzles my neck and places a kiss on his mark. “I wouldn’t be so naughty if you weren’t so irresistible.” He murmurs against my skin. He kisses my lips gently, before sliding his c**k from my body. Matt readjusts my panties and tells me, “I want you just like this, all day long, so every wolf and whatever other creatures roam these streets know you’re mine.”
“Your mark isn’t enough?” I ask.
Matt shakes his head, “Not today, not in Sin City.” He proclaims.
I roll my eyes as he laughs, before he kisses my lips again, and rolls off of me and out of our bed. Matt pulls on his boxers before rummaging through his suitcase to pull out a pair of Khaki shorts and light blue t-shirt, before he goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
I slip out of the bed and find a pair of blue Capri jeans, one of my good supportive bras, and a burgundy tank top and quickly dress before he returns. I go to the vanity and comb out my hair before Matt returns from the bathroom. I take his place and brush my teeth before we meet in the penthouse living room for our day out on the streets of Las Vegas.
Jaden is up and dressed in a pair of dark green cargo shorts and a black tank top, his hair hanging loose down his back today. Serena looks casually chic in a pair of distressed, light blue jean shorts and white tank top, a pair of white flip flops and her hair in a side braid. Tom is wearing a dark blue polo with a pair of light khaki shorts.
Chad exits his room wearing a black and gray camouflage print pair of shorts, with a light gray tank top, with Jenni right behind him in a black romper with a pair of white strappy sandals, her short hair straight and sleek.
“Where’s Madam Fire Pants?” Jenni asks as she looks around the room.
The door to the suite opens up as Sarah steps in and says “I heard that. And it’s Luna Fire Pants, thank you very much.” She throws at Jenni before playfully sticking her tongue out at her sister. “Ok, let’s go guys!”
We march single file out of the penthouse, Chad’s march dramatic enough to cause some giggles along the line. Once we enter the elevator Sarah gives Chad a warning look, “Don’t think I won’t ground you, mister.” She scolds.
“Oh s**t, now I’m in trouble!” Chad proclaims, before receiving a punch to the shoulder from Travis. “Ow!” He whines, rubbing his arm.
“I’m pretty sure you deserved that.” Jaden points out, earning collective laughter and agreement from all, including Chad.
We spent our afternoon walking through resorts, stopping to do some gambling, moving on to other resorts and repeat. We stopped for lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe, and made it all the way down to the MGM before turning back up the other side of the strip and continuing our touring and gambling. Our final stop of the day was the Stratosphere where Sarah had reserved us for dinner. It was really very neat sitting up on the rotating dining floor, watching the city in action. The men fulfilled their need for thrill riding the rides on the very top of the tower, as we females watched in horror. Once they all returned alive and in one piece we headed back to our rooms for bed.
Well, that was the plan, except when we arrived we discovered a not so pleasant surprise with our unexpected turndown service...
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