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Chapter 3

Cyn

G arrett's hands are firm yet gentle, drawing me close. His breath warms my cheek as our lips meet, a dance of hesitation giving way to passion.

"Is this okay?" His voice is low, an undercurrent of concern amidst the building storm.

"More than okay," I whisper back, tingling from head to toe. “Don’t forget that I’m the one who started this.”

Garrett's mouth crashes down on mine again, his tongue invading my mouth with a demanding stroke that leaves me breathless. His hands move up my sides to cup my breasts through my oversized shirt. A moan escapes my throat as heat spreads between my legs. I arch into him, needing more of his touch.

He tastes like mint and brandy, a surprisingly amazing combination.

The world narrows down to the space we occupy. The thrum of Vegas outside the Excalibur Casino dims against the sound of our breathing, the soft catch of fabric shifting as we move together.

"Bedroom?" The question comes muffled against my neck.

"Bedroom," I agree, the word a key unlocking the next door.

He stands, effortlessly lifting me with him. We navigate through the dimly lit room, every step deliberate, every touch a spark.

We lay down and the bed is soft beneath us, a contrast to the solid presence of Garrett. I savor the dichotomy—the comfort of the bed, the electric thrill of his touch. It's all-consuming, this feeling, this moment with him. And I know, without a doubt, that I am exactly where I want to be.

Garrett’s hands roam with an expert's certainty, igniting fires along my skin. I moan as his lips trace a path down my neck. Older men have always been my weakness, but Garrett is a revelation – a map of experience etched in muscle and sinew beneath my fingertips.

Garrett gets up and strips his clothes from his body, leaving me breathless at the sight of him.

"God, you're..." I can't finish, overwhelmed by how good he looks. His erect cock stands at attention, bigger than any other I’ve ever seen. The nickname Huge comes back to me and it totally makes sense. Yes, sir, that he is…

"Like what you see?" His chocolatey eyes meet mine, playful yet intense.

"I have no words," I admit, unable to look away.

He removes my shirt from over my head and then tugs down my shorts. They both fall off of me easily since they’re way too large.

Garrett kneels in front of me, taking my panties down slowly as he admires the folds of my pussy, already glistening with anticipation, I’m certain. His rough hands skim over my thighs, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and whispers huskily, "You're so fucking gorgeous."

I reach out to run my fingers through his hair, my voice a mix of surprise and arousal. "Garrett...how badly do you want me?" I know the answer but want to hear him say it out loud.

He leans forward, his mouth close to my core, and breathes in deeply as he places a soft kiss on my sensitive flesh. "You know how bad," he growls, circling his tongue around my clit before diving in to taste my sweetness.

My body trembles under the assault of his tongue as I cry out softly. "Oh God!" My hips raise off the bed, craving more contact.

He stands up and begins playing with his cock, pumping up and down. It’s thick and long, already leaking pre-cum from the purplish head.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asks once again.

“I couldn’t stop right now even if I wanted to,” I admit, unable to take my eyes off of him.

He positions himself at my entrance and pushes inside slowly, groaning at the tightness surrounding him. "Fuck, baby," he mumbles thickly as he begins to pump into me with long slow strokes that fill me completely.

I’m astonished by how he manages to fit within me, and as I gradually ease into the sensation, a wave of pleasure washes over me, allowing me to savor every moment of the experience.

I throw my head back in ecstasy, every muscle tense with anticipation as I feel myself stretching around his massive cock. My hands find his soft hair again as I hold on tight while arching my back towards him. "Harder," I demand breathlessly, feeling bolder.

“Tell me what you want," he commands softly, and I do. I tell him everything.

With Garrett, my body sings a chorus of pleasure, each note higher, wilder than the last.

His rhythm intensifies, his powerful thrusts driving me closer to the edge. My fingers dig into his shoulders as the intense pleasure crash over me. Every nerve ending is on fire, every sensation amplified.

"Oh God, Garrett...I'm so close," I gasp, my voice trembling.

He reaches between us and his thumb finds my clit circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushing me higher and higher. Thank God this man knows that I need more than just his cock to come, as spectacular as his cock is.

"Let go, baby," he growls, his voice rough with exertion. "I want to feel your pussy come all over my cock."

The tension builds, a coiling spring ready to snap. My breath comes in short, sharp pants. My toes curl, my back arches. And then, with a particularly deep thrust, I'm falling.

"Fuck!" I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure. My inner walls clench around him, pulsing with my orgasm. I can barely breathe, barely think, lost in the intensity of it all.

Garrett doesn't slow down. If anything, he increases his pace, chasing his own release. His movements become erratic, his breathing harsh.

"Fuck, Cyn," he groans, his face contorted in ecstasy. "You feel so good."

I'm still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm when I feel him swell inside me. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep and lets out a guttural groan. His cock pulses within me, filling me with his hot release.

"Cyn...oh God, Cyn," he pants, his huge body relaxing into mine, our foreheads touching.

Our bodies tremble together, sweat-slicked and satiated. Garrett's weight presses me into the mattress, a delicious anchor keeping me grounded as I float in post-orgasmic bliss. His breath is warm against my neck, his heartbeat a thunderous rhythm I can feel through his chest.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find words adequate enough to describe the experience.

"Incredible," Garrett finishes for me, lifting his head to meet my gaze. His eyes are soft, filled with a warmth that makes my chest tighten.

He rolls to the side, pulling me with him so we're facing each other. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, sending little shivers through me. I can feel the sticky evidence of our passion between my thighs.

"You okay?" he asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I nod, still catching my breath. "More than okay. That was...wow."

Garrett chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Wow indeed. That was something else.”

I smile to myself while I bury my face into his chest, breathing in deeply his incredibly manly scent.

"Stay here," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before slipping out of bed.

I hear the mini fridge open, the clink of bottles. He returns victorious with chilled water and chocolate. "Refuel?" he offers, his grin infectious.

"Perfect." I take a swig, the coldness welcome in my overheated mouth.

I break off a piece of chocolate and savor the rich, creamy taste as it melts on my tongue. The sweetness mingles with the lingering taste of Garrett, creating an intoxicating blend. We finish up our brandies deciding together that chocolate and brandy is the perfect after-sex combination.

"To unexpected encounters," Garrett toasts holding up his glass, his eyes twinkling.

We clink glasses, the crystal tinkling softly. The brandy burns pleasantly as it slides down my throat, warming me from the inside out. I lean back against the plush pillows, relishing the feeling of Garrett's solid presence beside me.

"This feels so decadent," I murmur, breaking off another piece of chocolate.

Garrett hums in agreement. "You know," he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "we could always go back downstairs if you want."

I raise an eyebrow, confused. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm," he nods, struggling to keep a straight face. "We could wander around some more, looking for your friends. You in nothing but my shirt and those adorable pink butterfly slippers."

I burst out laughing, nearly choking on my brandy. "Oh God, can you imagine the looks on people’s faces?"

Garrett's deep chuckle joins mine. "It would certainly be memorable. Though I have to admit, I'm quite content right here."

His hand moves to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing softly across my lips. The tender gesture ignites a spark within me, reigniting the embers of our earlier passion. I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed.

Garrett's lips find mine, soft and sweet at first. The kiss deepens as I part my lips, inviting him in. His tongue slides against mine, tasting of brandy and chocolate. I moan into his mouth, my body responding instantly to his touch.

His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He cups my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbles beneath his touch. I arch into him, craving more.

"You're insatiable," Garrett murmurs against my neck, his voice husky with renewed desire.

"You are correct, sir," I breathe, running my fingers through his hair.

He begins a tortuously slow descent down my body, peppering kisses along my collarbone, between my breasts, across my stomach. My skin tingles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and singing.

Garrett settles between my thighs, his warm breath fanning across my most sensitive area. He looks up at me, his chocolate eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you again," he growls.

Before I can respond, his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up my slit. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.

My fingers tangle in Garrett's hair as his tongue works magic between my thighs. He alternates between long, languid strokes and quick flicks against my clit, building a delicious tension inside of me.

"Oh God," I moan, my head falling back against the pillows. "That feels incredible. Don’t stop."

He hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he devours me with single-minded focus.

I can feel myself getting close, my muscles tensing as the pressure builds. Garrett seems to sense it too, doubling down on his efforts. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while sliding two fingers inside me.

"Garrett!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed. "I'm so close...don't stop!"

He doesn't. Instead, he increases his intensity, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that threatens to put me over the edge. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

My thighs begin to tremble, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Garrett moans against me, the sound vibrating through my core. It's this final sensation that pushes me over the edge.

The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses in ecstasy. Garrett doesn't let up, his tongue gently lapping at my sensitive flesh as I come down from my high. My body twitches with aftershocks, each touch sending little sparks of pleasure through me. Finally, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh and moves back up my body.

"You taste divine," he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, a heady mixture that makes me moan softly.

We lay there for a while, our limbs intertwined, basking in the afterglow. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant hum of the Vegas strip outside.

"You're incredible, you know that?" Garrett says softly, his voice warm with admiration. "Not just the sex, though that's pretty mind-blowing. But you, Cyn. Your spirit, your fire. You're unlike anyone I've ever met."

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, unused to such earnest praise. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Huge," I tease, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I mean it, though. There's something very special about you."

I look up at him, struck by the sincerity in his eyes. "Thank you," I whisper, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "You're pretty special yourself."

As the Vegas night deepens, so does our connection, until sleep finally claims us in its embrace.

My final thought before sleep finally takes me is ‘will what happened in Vegas, stay in Vegas?’