Something Forever(8)

Holy fuck! “Yes,” I replied, feeling my chest rise and fall with the pleasure that was building inside of me.

“Now...stick your finger inside and pretend that’s my dick. I’m going to pretend I’m inside of you.”

Hearing Matthew groaning into the phone brought me to another level of excitement. There was no way he could fake that sound; it was too genuine. Every moan he made intensified the need for him. “Can you feel me, Becca? Push in deeper.”

“It’s not the same,” I whimpered. My body was in limbo. I couldn’t satisfy myself, and the more I tried, the build-up became unbearable.

“Want me to finish it for you, Becca? You want me inside of you?” His tone whispered into the phone in the most delicious way. I was already losing my mind, yearning for him.

“Yes, but you’re not here.” I said it somewhat angrily, trying to tame the throbbing ache between my legs. I was mad at him for pushing me over the edge, to the point that my pants were halfway down, my breast exposed, and I was now watching the stupid porn. How I got to this point, I had no clue. It was as if his words were magic, controlling my actions.

“I promised before that I wouldn’t start something I couldn’t finish. Now...open the door.”

What? I quickly put my clothes back on and walked to the door with the phone in my ear. “Are you serious? You’re not here, are you?” I looked through the peephole. Oh my God! Before I could swing the door all the way open, Matthew reached for me. With my back against the wall, his lips conquered mine so hard you would think he hadn’t seen me in months. Yet, I didn’t mind. I missed him just as much.

“Matthew...how...when?” I could barely get my words out. He was devouring me like crazy. His hands slipped into my PJ bottoms, feeling me everywhere he could touch. He suddenly stopped, breathing heavily against my neck.

After we both caught our breaths, Matthew cupped my face. “I assume everyone is asleep?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“Next door.”

“Next door? You mean you got a room right next door?” I started laughing.

“Max did, so I followed suit.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he gave me the most adorable, boyish grin...the kind I just wanted to suck off his face.

Without a word, because I expected him to finish what he’d started, I let him grab my hand and lead me to his suite. When we got there, Max was standing by the door with his arms crossed. He was in jeans and T-shirt, just like Matthew. They both looked young and playful in their casual outfits, but as devilishly handsome as always.

“What took you so long?” Max asked shyly. He looked so guilty. It was funny to see these grown men act like children. “Hi, Becky. Surprise.” He flashed an innocent smile. “Matthew’s idea,” he said, then took off to Jenna.

It was funny how they blamed each other. I had to laugh at that. I didn’t really care whose idea it was; I was just ecstatic to see Matthew. Jenna was going to be really surprised in the morning.

“Wait. He doesn’t have the key to our place,” I said, glancing over my shoulder to Max.

“The room is under our names, so we have a set of keys.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Was that your plan all along?” With pouty lips, I gave him a playful glare.

“Maybe...maybe not.” Matthew picked me up, anchored my legs around his hips, and started heading for his room. “Now, where were we before my brother rudely interrupted us?” Opening the door, he said with a wink, “Welcome to Las Vegas, Becca. What happens in Vegas continues when we get home.”



Jenna

Since the curtains were drawn and it was dark, I didn’t know what time it was. All I knew was that I’d had a good night’s sleep. No one had bothered to wake me up, so I figured it was still early in the morning.

I didn’t know much about Becky’s sleeping habits, but she snuggled right next to me. Not wanting to wake her, and not wanting to be face to face with her, I decided not to roll over. She must have thought I was Matthew from the way her hand was resting on my hip. Trying to get out of the awkward situation, and needing a glass of water, I slowly moved my legs.

Wait a minute! Becky’s leg was hairy. She wore jeans last night so I couldn’t tell, but holy Jesus. Wait! Something wasn’t right. It was too hairy.

I stiffened when I heard a manly groan sound and felt the puff of air on my neck. Oh my God! That was not Becky. Remembering back to last night, I realized hadn’t done anything. I was the one that went to bed first. Going into panic mode, I contemplated what to do as my heart thumped erratically. Should I scream?