Forbidden Love - VegasTay

Chapter 10

Vegas and I decide to spend the night at the hotel. It was already past midnight and no one had been looking for us, so we decided to make the most comfortable decision possible. After our little show at the pool, I could barely walk properly as my sensitive erection rubbed against my pants.

When we made it up to the room, Vegas threw his his blazer onto the bed before sitting on the edge and sighing. "We should get some sleep, yeah?" he spoke as he looked back at the pillows and duvet.

I nod and sit beside him. "Why do you go and shower? I want to head downstairs and grab some wine."

Without waiting for my commentary, Vegas stood up and walked to the door, "I'll be back in a bit."

The moment he left the room, I had to take my pants and underwear off. I threw them aside and laid back on the bed as I replayed the past few moments with Vegas over in my memory.

Those imaginary scenarios made me crazy but that was nothing compared to what I had just experienced.

I turn to my side, as I think about the possibilities tonight held. Sleeping with Vegas, in the same room for such a long time, I didn't think I would be able to control myself. Secretly, I'd hoped that Vegas would want another 'distraction' that this time I'd get to feel Vegas inside of me.

I was hard again. And I knew better than to rely on Vegas to help me out again. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, imaging Vegas' hand around my dick like it was moments ago. I whimpered at how sensitive my tip was when I touched it.

As I moved my hand, I felt it brush against something. I was sure I had thrown my clothes on the floor, so I didn't exactly know what I was feeling. I opened my eyes to see Vegas' white blazer lying beside me. I grabbed a hold of it and pulled it closer to me, taking in the scent of Vegas.

Then the reality of the situation hit me. Vegas was going to back in the room. Vegas was going to see me all messed up on the bed.

But I couldn't just leave it. My thoughts were consuming me. I stood up and walked over to the bathroom, still holding tight onto Vegas' blazer. I stood in front of the mirror and leaned on the sink as I jerked off.

"Fuck, Vegas," I moaned out repeatedly as I ran my hand over my length. As I watched myself in the mirror, my lustful eyes scared me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moving my hand faster. But it didn't feel the same. I wanted so badly for Vegas to be the one touching me. I held tighter onto his blazer, pulling it closer to me.

"And what do we have here?" I hear someone say causing me to freeze dead in my tracks. I turn to the door way to see Vegas leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. "What are you doing with my blazer in the bathroom pretty boy?" he spoke smirking.