Vegas Miracle by Liz Crowe Page B

and took to darting around instead, trying to process what was happening.  Ryan squeezed her hand as they made their way down the hall, the music still pulsing through the place but more muted back here.
     The beautiful creatures in the hall were following them now as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door.  It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles.  As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax and a light yet masculine cologne filled her nose.  Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there.  
    "Come," the woman whispered into her ear.  Grace shuddered at the double meaning.  "Sit here." She gestured to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange sheer fabric.  "We'll relax together," the woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared.   "I'm Nadia," she said as she draped herself on a corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.
    Ryan walked with her over to the love seat but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit.  She gave him a questioning look.  His smile quieted her nerves some but her hands shook as she accepted the glass. 
    As soon as she looked up, Grace saw the body on the bed.  It was a man with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side reading a book, a dark towel positioned strategically across his hips.  Glancing over at Nadia, Grace saw pure lust in the woman’s eyes.  Not for the vision on the bed.  For her.  Nadia nodded towards the reclining man, indicating Grace should pay attention there.
    A figure appeared on the far side of the room.  Another man clothed in dark denim jeans and nothing else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulder to his waist, moving aside the towel.  Grace tried not to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her eyes glued on the men in front of her as a thick, hard cock was revealed an inch at a time. 
    The man on the bed lay back and Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him.  Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, then ran it down his neck and across his pecks to his nipple before dropping further down to his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which was already glistening.
    He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, but whimpered when he was pushed back onto the bed.  The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope and Grace felt her pussy go completely moist, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her.  She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together.   Feeling Ryan’s hand on her shoulder, Grace made herself relax.
    She watched, mesmerized, as the man on the bed smiled and held his hands up over his head.  The vision in blue jeans, whose own bulging zipper belied his calm exterior, reached up and secured willing hands to a wooden bedpost.  He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart, ripping a groan from his lips.  Tying off each ankle as well, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her moist pussy.  She leaned back, breathing fast and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world, for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers as they prepared to watch two men fuck.
    Grace shut her eyes but soft lips against her shoulder made her snap them open.  Nadia was there, looking up at her, her lips moving up Grace’s neck, nibbling a little, hardening Grace’s nipples