Forbidden Love - VegasTay

Chapter 8

"Woah, wait!" Vegas lets out slightly alarmed, his hands reaching for mine. "I meant I'd get you another glass. I already drank from that..."

"Oh," I say unable to form any other words. Once again I struggled to fight my lustful thoughts. Vegas and I just indirectly kissed. I lick my lips, trying to taste Vegas. There were no words that could explain how badly I needed Vegas. I needed his lips on mine. I needed him in me. I needed his body. I just needed Vegas.

Vegas chuckled again, "Well, I guess since you didn't mind sharing the glass, at least I wouldn't have had to go and get another. Less work for me I guess..."

His voice was so smooth and calming and hot. I could honestly listen to this man speak for hours and never get tired.

I rub my legs together. The moment I sat down, my erection had been pressing against my pants. I needed to do something to sort this out. It hurt, but it felt so good. For once, Vegas himself had turned me on, not just my thoughts of him.

"So...so why haven't you left?" I asked Vegas trying to distract myself from my desires.

Vegas clenched his jaw. "Papa is going to be mad at me. I didn't complete my task." He grew silent. I didn't even know what to say further. Everyone knew Vegas' father wasn't the nicest person even to his own sons. I'm sure Vegas felt a bit like a disappointment right now and I didn't know how to make him feel better. "I can't possibly go home now. Papa will be so angry. I am so angry. I just stayed back hoping to find a distraction to take my mind off this stuff for a little while."

I nod. "I hope you can find one too. Just don't drink too much. A hangover doesn't really help anything especially when you have your level of responsibilities."

Vegas looks over at me. There was this hunger in his eyes. Or desire. I swear, he looked like he had something on his mind. Something that consumed him. He moved closer to me and placed his hand on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat. This was dangerous. Vegas was dangerous.

"Vegas," I say putting my hand on his, trying to move it away.

"Tay, can you distract me? Just for tonight?"

"Vegas, stop it! Let..." I tried to hard to fight it, but his hand moved higher. He ran his fingers over my erection as he moved closer to me.

"You need me as much as I need you. Please, Tay, just for tonight. Just distract me."

I look at Vegas, his face was mere centimeters from mine. I could feel him breathing. His fast, hitched breaths. He was desperate and so was I. The danger of the whole situation turned me on even more.

"Please, Tay," Vegas spoke again, his fingers stroking my bulge. "I can fix this little problem of yours if you let me," he whispered.

Vegas moved his head next to mine and licked behind my ear earning a moan from me.

"Ah, that's a good boy," Vegas said. "So responsive to my touch..."