Dark Truth

by Cooper, Summer

  She’d been very stressed since that letter came from Trent. She wanted to avoid confrontation, but she had to face facts. She would have no peace until she came to a decision about it, either way.

  “I just want to know if he means it. It could be a trick, you know. To get me to tell him what you’re doing or something.” She held her hand out as if it held all the secrets of the world.

  “Emily, you grew up with this man. You said he was a dick, but is he that much of a dick?” I winced because I knew what her words would be before she even spoke.

  “He made my father disown me, Dylan.” Her gaze was a little frosty, and I took her hand.

  “Sorry, that was insensitive.” I stroked her palm until her eyes cleared and then spoke again. “What shall we eat? Let’s table the discussion for now and eat.”

  “The chicken looks nice. I’d really like some chicken.” She hadn’t even looked at the menu, but we’d been here before, and I saw her looking around at other tables.

  “What about the roast lamb?” I offered, that was what I wanted.

  Her eyes went wide, and she turned a little green. “What’s wrong, Emily?”

  “No, lamb. Oh, please, no lamb.” Her hand went over her mouth, and she closed her eyes.

  “I thought you liked lamb?”

  “Not today. Excuse me a minute, please.” She stood and headed off to the bathroom.

  What was that all about? Emily wasn’t squeamish about food, I’d seen her eat things other people might not consider food, but the thought of lamb had made her sick. Maybe it was her medicine or a migraine coming on. Those sometimes made her stomach a little on the delicate side.

  I hoped she wasn’t coming down with something; now that we’d talked about Elmo’s I really wanted to go. I ordered a glass of ginger ale for her when the waiter came to check on us and asked for some bread and butter to be brought to the table. Emily soon came back to the table, her complexion much better, and we ordered our dinner. I ordered steak, just to be on the safe side. I didn’t want to bring on another bout of sickness if just the mention of lamb set her off.

  “Do you want dessert?” I asked as our plates were taken away a short while later.

  “I do,” she said coyly, and I felt her foot against the inside of my calf beneath the table. “Just not from here.”

  She looked up, directly into my eyes, and I knew it wasn’t food she was after. “Let’s finish the night off right then, Emily.”

  I watched as satisfaction replaced the coyness in her eyes and quickly got us out of there. Before long, we were sitting in the bar area, watching Roxie do her stuff. The woman was talented, but I didn’t need Roxie’s seductive dance to get me in the mood. All I needed was Emily’s whispers of how much she needed me.

  It was fun to be out with her, though, and I couldn’t lie, that new routine of Roxie’s was hot. I watched her, unaware of just how riveted I was. Emily moved, but I couldn’t look away. Another shuffle in the seat next to me, and I finally looked over at her. “What’s up, pet?”

  “Nothing, sir.” She smiled at me, a cheeky expression on her face. She reached out to touch me, and I felt something soft and silky in her hand as it slid along my arm. I looked down and saw black satin.

  “Getting adventurous are you, pet?” I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her just as much. The trick was to keep the tease alive.

  “Maybe.” She stood before she twisted down, her hips moving in slight circles. I looked up to see her hands twisting her hair around her head, her eyes seductive, before she bent forward, her eyes directly in front of mine.

  I only had eyes for Emily then. She twisted close to me, and I felt her breasts slid against my face as she moved up. I scooted up in the seat, so that she was between my legs, and ran my hand up her skirt.

  “Oh…” I heard her gasp as she let her head fall back, her hips twisting, as my fingers slid along her bare bottom.

  The bar was full at that point, but most of the patrons were watching Roxie. Anyone could turn their head at any moment and see my hands up her skirt. “You know, if someone looks our way, Emily, they’ll know exactly”—I paused and slid my right hand around her hip, then down to between her thighs—“where my hand is.”

  Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were riveted to mine. “Then let them watch, sir.”

  “Oh, indeed,” I whispered and grinned up at her. She put her hands on my shoulders and straddled my thighs. Her hips continued to dance on me, and when my fingers slid into her, she gasped louder.

  I heard more than a gasp when my thumb found her clit.

  “Fuck.” It left her lips softly, but I heard her. I heard the way she took in a deep breath to try to stay calm, to resist the pleasure I was giving. I hadn’t told her she could come yet. She knew she had to wait. That was how it worked when we came in here. She didn’t come until I told her to.

  I pulled my hand away when Roxie’s routine ended. I knew she’d spotted my precious little darling and would come to our table right away. I turned Emily around and pulled her to sit on my lap. She hummed when she felt my cock, hard and ready for her, nestled into her soft bottom. She pushed down on me slightly, just enough, with her back arched, just as Roxie made it to our table.

  “Hey, I didn’t know you two were coming tonight. How are you?” Roxie, an angel with blonde hair and blue eyes, leaned over to kiss Emily’s cheek, and I swear, I did not groan at all. The thought of these two together had occurred to me before, but I’d kept it to myself. They didn’t seem to hold an interest in each other that way, so it was one nice thought, but not something I’d ever act on or broach with Emily.

  “Fine, honey, how are you?” I heard Emily ask, and gave a chin tilt to Roxie. Emily was shifting around on my dick, and fuck if it didn’t feel good. She was doing it on purpose too. I could see it in the way her arms flexed and her back arched again.

  “I’m good. I’m going to go and mingle, but it’s good to see you. It’s been a while.” She bent down to kiss Emily again, and I groaned when Emily leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Quietly, though. I did have some control, after all.

  After Roxie walked away, Emily and leaned back against me and turned so her mouth was right beside my ear. “Take me downstairs.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I made to stand up, and she got off of me. I pulled her scarf off before we’d even made it to the elevator. By the time the door shut, I had her on my hips, her legs wrapped around my waist, as I kissed her deeply. She clung to me as if she was starving for my attention, and I fed her every ounce of it she wanted.

  I wanted to open the zipper on my trousers and slide right into her, but I knew if I waited it would be so much better. Her hands were in my hair, tugging at the shorter strands, and I pulled my head away.

  “I left enough for you to pull on.” I licked her lips as she grinned and let her legs fall down. We were almost at the lower level.

  “That’s good. I was worried about that.” Her lips moved along my jaw, and I could feel how hot my skin was.

  Almost as hot as hers.

  The elevator came to a stop and dinged.

  She took my hand, leading me down the hall.

  We passed a couple making love on a bed, their bodies entangled. The door was open, a clear invitation to watch. Emily passed that door and walked down further, Past the room with a woman on her knees as she serviced a woman chained to a wall. Further she went, past a variety of rooms, filled with a variety of sexual situations.

  She kept going until she found a room that contained a man on a bed. He looked up at her as we passed, and Emily paused. She looked at him, then at me. I lifted my left eyebrow, and she nodded.

  “As you wish, madam.”

  The man was handsome, his light red hair cut short and close to his head. He was naked, except for a pair of tight black boxer briefs. He smiled, tilted his head, and I saw the flash of green eyes. She liked the look of him, I guessed, and moved on to the room next to his. It was empty, a
nd she left the lights off as we went in. She wanted to play the exhibitionist, and I wasn’t about to stop her. It was her thing, and her night.

  She went to the clear glass that separated the two rooms, and the man’s head perked up. I sat on the bed, and we both watched my little angel as she slowly began to undress. He leaned back on his elbows at the edge of the bed, with his feet on the floor. His eyes were riveted to Emily as she began to pull her bra off.

  For a moment, she hesitated and looked back at me.

  “Have your fun, Emily. I love to see how much he wants you. How he wants to touch you but can’t.” I knew the man couldn’t hear us, but he could see us. Just enough light spilled over from the other room to let him see us. “Go on, pet. Show him what he wants to see most.”

  She turned around and faced me, so he could see her bare ass. She’d already let the skirt fall to the floor, and the sweater was with it. Her eyes were on me as she unclasped the hooks of the bra. She held it to her chest for a moment, until she let that fall to the floor too.

  “That’s it, pet. Now turn around, and let him see you.” Her eyes were intense, full of thoughts, and a whole lot of lust. We’d done similar things before, and I knew she wasn’t bashful anymore. She was waiting for something more.

  Emily

  I watched Dylan, fully clothed on the edge of the bed, and waited. I needed that signal, and when his eyes flicked behind me, I knew it was time. I turned around and looked up at the very tall man only inches away from me.

  I tilted my head and met his gray eyes. His were hungry, avid to take me in. I let my head fall back and watched as his eyes drifted down my body. From the long, pale length of my neck, down to my breasts pressed into the glass, and down further.

  I let my eyes travel down. He was paler than me, but that didn’t detract from his looks. He was a handsome man, and he had a wonderful jawline, made for a lover’s touch. Or their lips.

  His hands came up to the glass, near my face. I didn’t flinch away. I just waited to see what else he would do. I hadn’t forgotten about Dylan, I never could, but I wanted to see how this man reacted to me. I’d only ever been with Dylan, but I had an exhibitionist streak I didn’t know about. Not until I met Dylan, anyway.

  The finger on the glass moved down, followed the path his eyes had taken, and I watched his face. His tongue darted out, wet his lips, and disappeared as his fingers traced down. They came to my breasts, and I saw hunger, deep hunger, as his palm flattened against the glass. I flicked a gaze back at Dylan, he shook his head in encouragement, and I moved closer and pressed my breasts into the glass.

  I closed my eyes for a second, just a moment, and imagined his touch. Air sucked into my lungs as desire flared through me. I wanted his touch, but I liked knowing how much he wanted me even more. That was what it was about, about knowing someone else wanted me. That they wanted to touch me, fuck me, but couldn’t.

  I opened my eyes, full of my own momentary power, and looked up at him. I wondered if my eyes glowed with my pleasure, with my arrogance in that moment. I was the one in control, and we all knew it.

  “Join me?” I asked Dylan with a slight turn of my head over my shoulder. I didn’t take my eyes off of the man, however. I just waited, my eyes full of anticipation.

  He moved away as Dylan came closer, and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be the one in control for long. At least not of my body.

  “Move away from the glass, pet.” His voice was thick, full of unsaid things and his need to control himself.

  I leaned back into him, as he slid his hands around my waist, up my flat stomach, and to the pale breasts the stranger wanted to cup so much. I let my head fall back on Dylan’s shoulder and watched the man.

  He stepped out of his shorts and revealed his thick cock. It was shorter than Dylan’s, but not too much. It made up for stature with girth, and I knew it would be just as fun to ride as Dylan’s long, thick erection. He sat on the bed, his hands in his lap, but clasped together.

  “Squeeze my nipples, Dylan.” I knew he’d let me run the show for a little while. Maybe even the entire session, but he was a dominant male. So, maybe not.

  For now, he did as I asked, and squeezed my nipples. The pressure was soft at first, but then it changed, became firmer, until I gasped. That was when he stopped, left the pressure alone, and just waited, his hard length pressed against my bottom.

  The man’s eyes narrowed, and I saw him breathe in a deep breath. I grinned at him then and slid my hand down, confident that he’d follow every move I made. His kink was to watch; of course he’d follow every move I made. When Dylan lifted my breasts as if he offered them to the man, something twisted inside of me, became warm and then hot. For now, I could forget all of my problems: the things I had to tell Dylan, and the things I had to decide on. For now, my life wasn’t spiraling out of my control; it was on course and headed straight where I wanted it to go.

  “He wants you so much, Emily. Look at the way his lips are parted, how hard he is for you.” At Dylan’s words I glanced down to the other man’s dick, dark red and angry looking with his need.

  “Then we best give him a show, Dylan.” I turned into his arms and he backed us up to the bed. My hands were on his face as I followed him down, my legs straddled over his. We were one the side of the bed so that I could see the man and he could see me, and Dylan could watch us both.

  “You like knowing he wants me, don’t you, sir?” I asked, although I knew the answer. I needed to hear him say it. That was part of the game. I was the one in control, even though he had the power to stop this anytime he wanted to.

  “I do, pet. I like knowing that he wants to fuck you until he can’t fuck you anymore but can’t. Because you are mine, Emily, and always will be.”

  Again, that something inside of me twisted and grew even hotter when Dylan said I would always be his. I leaned over and kissed him, became lost in his hot flesh and his wet kiss. I felt him between my thighs, so ready for me, and I pushed myself up.

  I turned my head to the right to look at the man as I sank down onto Dylan’s cock, and I bit my lip provocatively. It felt so good to sink down onto the man I loved while in the next room, removed but so involved, stood a man who wanted to see me come. The thought of it all made me shiver as I began to move on Dylan.

  I was in control, completely in control, with his hands on my hips no more than an anchor. I started slow and built us up, but kept an eye on both men. The man next door was close, yet he hadn’t even touched himself, but I wanted him to wait, to join us in that moment. I held his eyes and urged him to take the next step, to follow the pace I’d set.

  It wasn’t long before his hand fluttered down, over the flat plane of his stomach, and further down, until he took himself in hand.

  Within seconds of his surrender to my will, I slid my hand down to find the part of me that pulsed with a deep ache. My fingers sank into wet desire, and all of my pleasure became focused on that one single point. I shivered in a breath of air, my eyes still pinned to the stranger’s next door.

  His head tilted back as he watched me, as if he wanted to tempt me to him. I had what I wanted between my thighs already. I sank a hand onto Dylan’s thigh behind me and bounced a little deeper, a little harder, my thighs clamped to his hips.

  “You trying to make him come, Emily? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you keep looking at him like that. Like you’re daring him to break the rules and come to fuck you. He can barely control himself. Look how hard he’s gritting his teeth.”

  I broke eye contact long enough to look into Dylan’s eyes. He was grinning, that arrogant grin that told me he knew he was still in control. I sank down deeper and squeezed him from the inside, just to remind him we shared control.

  “I know what I’m doing,” I said and bent forward to kiss him. Dylan surprised me. He flipped me over and moved us until my head was pointed at the man. I had to crane my neck back to see him, but I could. “No fair!”

  “I thin
k he needs to know who’s really in control here, pet; otherwise, we might have a problem on our hands that I’m not sure you’re ready for yet.”

  I stared into the man’s eyes, unwilling to let go just yet. I needed to see his ecstasy. I needed to watch him let go.

  Then Dylan was inside of me again, over me, and I lost myself in him. The man would have to fend for himself. I had far more to contend with than he could offer me. I licked the sweat from his neck and bit down as he fucked into me hard and fast. I heard him groan above me and knew he was close.

  I wrapped myself around him, my hand between us, as he began to speak again.

  “He craves you now, Emily, the way I crave you. He won’t be able to get you out of his head. He’ll think about you when he comes now; he’ll think about you the next time he comes. Just like I do.”

  I felt that first warning signal that the world was about to shatter and pressed harder into my clit with a finger that made tight circles in the wet skin.

  “He’ll want you, Emily, he’ll want to fuck you. He will never, ever touch you.”

  I gasped as he paused to thrust deeper, into just the right spot, and the world began to spin away now. I felt that liquid pulse, and I cried out Dylan’s name.

  “That’s right, pet. You’re mine, and that’s why he can look, but he will never be able to touch you. You’re mine.”

  I threw my head back, my eyes blurring, but for a moment, I saw the man’s face, twisted in pleasure, one hand on the glass to brace his body as he followed me into bliss. And then Dylan joined us, and I followed all over again. I would follow Dylan to the end of the earth.

  “You know, you still haven’t come to a conclusion about what you’re going to do, Emily.”

  I tensed because it hadn’t been my brother that was on my mind, but the baby. It was still so new and very weird to think about. We were home now, in bed, the lights off as we both attempted to get to sleep. My thoughts were keeping me awake, and it would seem Dylan’s were keeping him up.