“That is so fucking hot,” Douglas said softly.
I looked at him and saw that he, too, was staring between my legs and watching Neil fuck me. A quick glance on the other side confirmed that Alex was equally mesmerized by the scene before him. My orgasm had subsided enough for me to regain something of my control and I began to slowly stroke the men on either side of me in time to Neil’s strokes. I was fleetingly reminded of a horse and jockey, both moving in tandem, joined in a powerful race to the finish.
Neil gripped my ass, pulling me down hard on his cock even while Alex and Douglas still held my legs open. “So fucking tight,” he growled.
I moaned, that pain-out-of-pleasure sensation cutting through me like a dangerously sharp knife. I kept my eyes on Neil, letting him see what he was doing to me. He fucked me in long, deep strokes, withdrawing his cock until the head was just inside my opening before slamming inside me again. Every motion brought a moan to my lips and a plea for more. My skin was damp with sweat and I felt dizzy from the heat of our bodies moving together.
“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “I won’t come until you do.”
I felt as if a knot of tension unwound low in my belly. I undulated against him, rocking my hips for my own pleasure, squeezing and stroking Alex and Douglas as if they were extensions of my body. I felt wetness on my hands, but I didn’t know if they had come or if it was sweat. I didn’t care. They would tell me to stop when they were ready, but none of us was ready for it to end. Not yet. Not quite yet.
Neil pulled back, thrusting shallowly just inside my pussy, the head of his cock stroking my sweet spot. I gasped, going tense and still. Then, suddenly, I was coming. Hard. My orgasm rocketed through me like an explosion, causing me to scream out my release. My body, still a moment earlier, went into motion, rocking on Neil’s cock as if I would milk him dry.
Neil’s answering groan as my pussy rippled around him was softer than mine, but the expression on his face told me the pleasure was no less intense. He flexed his hips one last time, his cock throbbing inside me. We stayed like that for a long moment, sweat-slick bodies joined together, until my orgasm subsided. Neil was still breathing hard as he pulled free of my body. I gasped, then giggled self-consciously, feeling suddenly bereft at his absence.
Alex cleared his throat. “You can release your death grip now,” he said gruffly.
My giggle turned into a full-fledged laugh. In my excitement, I had been holding on to Douglas and him for dear life. Now I realized that both were going flaccid, having certainly enjoyed the moment.
“Sorry,” I said.
Douglas stroked my thigh softly. “Don’t be. It was pretty amazing until about five minutes ago when I started considering we might end up eunuchs after all.”
I shifted on the seat, wincing at the stiffness in my thighs from being held apart for so long. “Sorry, sorry,” I said.
I realized Neil hadn’t spoken and I searched his face for what he might be thinking. That smile was back in place — the one that was a little too serious to be amusement.
“You OK?” I asked, as if we were alone in the limo.
He nodded. “Just grand.”
“Thank you.” There didn’t seem to be much more to say except, “You are truly amazing.”
“Back at you, babe,” he said rakishly. “That was a dream come true.”
The driver spoke up before I had time to contemplate the meaning of his words.
“We’ve arrived at the hotel, ma’am.”
I looked out the window and saw the lights of the Bellagio sparkling like an oasis just outside the window. The night had passed and I would be getting married soon. Reality came rushing back like a splash of cold water in the face as I considered all the things I still needed to do. I was hardly in any position to get out at the moment, however.
I watched in drowsy detachment as the boys hurriedly dressed. Now that the party was over, they were anxious to beat a hasty retreat. I giggled. The champagne buzz had worn off, but the sex buzz was still going strong.
“Remember, what happened in the limo stays in the limo,” I said conspiratorially.
“Right,” Alex said. “Good to know.”
Douglas grinned and shook his head at me as he tugged his trousers on. “Only you could get me to do that, lady.”
I smiled. “I know.”
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Neil asked.
I nodded. “In a minute. I’ll let you guys get out of here so I can straighten up in peace.”
“I can wait for you,” Neil said, still looking out for my needs.
The driver responded, “I’ll make sure the lady gets to her room.”
The guys exchanged looks, Alex raising an eyebrow at me. “Is that OK with you?”
“I’ll be OK. Find the girls and tell them I’ll be there in about an hour.”
Douglas grinned, as if he knew something. “It looks like the lady’s evening isn’t finished, boys.”
Alex and he laughed, but Neil just stared at me. “You’ve had too much champagne. I’m not leaving you alone with the limo driver.”
I laughed. “It’s OK, Neil.” When he still didn’t budge, I leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Trust me. I’m safe with the driver.”
Something in my tone made him turn around and look over the partition. He nodded. “I see.”
Alex gave me a hug and a deep, soulful kiss before opening the limo door. “See you tomorrow, babe.”
“Get some sleep,” Douglas added, giving me an equally intense kiss. “It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.”
Then they were gone and Neil was still watching me. “I don’t know what to say.”
I kissed his cheek. “Thanks for this memorable night. Truly.”
He started to speak and I could see in his expression what he was going to say, so I kissed his mouth. He pulled me to him as if he would never let go, but after a few moments he did. “See you tomorrow,” he said before slipping out of the limo and closing the door behind him.
I waited until he had disappeared in the same direction Alex and Douglas had gone before saying, “OK, you can come back here now.”
The driver’s door opened and closed and then the door closest to me opened and he settled beside me, his black hat at a jaunty angle. I tossed it on the seat across from us and mussed his wavy brown hair.
“Quite a night you had, Mrs Rhodes,” he said.
“I’m not Mrs yet, Mr Rhodes.”
He angled me sideways on to his lap, brushing my hair from my damp cheeks. “Was it all you wanted it to be?”
I smiled, happy but also a little wistful. “And more. How about you?”
He chuckled. “Fantasy satisfied, though I wish I could have seen a bit more of you.”
I stretched my arms out. “You can see me now.”
His gaze roamed over my body and I was instantly conscious of what a picture I must present. Naked except for my dress bunched around my waist, my hair a tousled mess of blonde curls, my smoky mascara smudged beneath my eyes.
I smiled. “Like what you see?”
He nodded. “You look like one very satisfied woman.”
I wiggled on his lap, feeling that urgency building in my vein again. “Almost. Not quite.”
“You want more?” His mock surprise only made me laugh. “What an insatiable wench you are.”
I slid to my knees and nudged his legs apart. He stared down at me as I unbuckled his belt and worked his zipper down over his heavy erection. I felt my pussy — still tender from earlier, but already wet — tighten in response to his arousal.
“Aren’t you happy you’re marrying me?”
He groaned as I freed his cock from his pants and gave the tip a lick. “You are definitely a dream come true — my dream come true. Are you happy you’re marrying me?”
I thought of Simon indulging my last fling with my three best friends while he fulfilled his fantasy of watching me. It didn’t seem possible that two people could be more perfect for each other. I sighed in blissful abandon. Just before I gave Simon his last single guy blow job, I looked up into his eyes and whispered, “Absolutely.”