by Cole, Fiona
Not letting her say a word, I flipped her around and bent her over the couch.
She didn't argue or fight me. She held on and let me get lost in her like I always did. She met me thrust for thrust and reminded me how much I loved her. Loved her pussy. Her breasts. Loved everything feminine about her.
Because I was straight.
And I could easily ignore any desire I felt for Jackson when I buried myself in Carina.
Too bad all of it felt like a list of famous last words.
7
Carina
The week stretched on endlessly, yet I didn't know where it went. It all passed in a blur of meetings, takeout, and me sitting at my computer for hours on end. Somehow, even with Jake and I working on the same project, it didn't afford us any extra time together. Other than when I stared at him across the meeting room, a couple grab and go dinners, and the one night he came to me smelling of beer and did his best to break my headboard.
I felt more disconnected from him than ever before.
I missed him and needed more.
We needed more.
I flopped my head back on my couch cushions and rubbed at my temples. The thoughts swirling in my head were tying me in knots and pulling my nerves too tight. I needed to get up and make a plan. I didn't know what that plan was, but when I looked at the clock and saw it was almost seven, I knew he'd be home.
I hopped up and ran to my room to discard the plain black bra I was wearing in favor of the thin lacy one that showed my nipples through the fabric. Biting my cheek, I turned side to side and settled on tugging off my pantyhose and panties and unbuttoning three extra buttons at the top of my blouse. I was just going up a few floors. If my bra showed a little, no one would see. Feeling sexy, I nodded at my reflection, slipped on my pumps and headed upstairs.
I only had to wait a few seconds before Jake opened the door in jeans and a black dress shirt hanging open across his broad chest.
"I don't remember you looking like that at work today," he said, giving me a heated look up and down.
"Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you."
He made a gruff sound and tugged me into his apartment, slamming the door and pressing me up against it.
A thrill shot through my core when he bent his head and began kissing down the open collar of my shirt.
"Fuck, I love this bra." He undid another button and tugged the fabric to the side so he could latch on to my nipple over the lace.
I moaned my pleasure of his quick flicks and sharp bites. "I wore it just for you."
"Did you have it on all day? When I sat across from you at the meeting today?"
"Oh, yeah," I encouraged him. "All day the lace was rubbing against my nipples and I thought of you."
"Fucking tease."
"What would you have done if you'd known?"
His hands dropped to my legs and worked their way up my thighs. "Bent you over your desk at least twice."
"You can bend me over your desk now," I suggested, digging my fingers in his hair.
His forehead dropped to mine and he let out a frustrated growl. Okaaay. Not the reaction I was expecting.
"I was getting ready to head out."
Disappointment dropped my heart from my chest to the pit of my stomach. "Where are you going?" I tried to ask casually.
"Voyeur. I told Daniel I wanted to see the business in action and he offered me a night to explore."
My heart kicked back into rhythm and excitement shot through my veins. Voyeur. It was perfect.
"Take me with you."
He pulled back and cocked an eyebrow at me. "You want to come?"
"I always want to come," I said, my voice husky and filled with desire.
"It's just work, Carina," he warned.
"I know, but it doesn't mean we can't get ideas and use it as foreplay." I dropped my hand to the front of his pants and palmed his semi-hard dick making him groan. "Imagine being around all that sex and tension. Having to wait to get satisfaction as the taunting pleasure made you harder and harder. Tell me, Jake," I whispered into his ear before nibbling his lobe. "Would we make it upstairs? Or would we fuck in the elevator like before?"
I gasped when he bit into my neck. "We wouldn't even make it that far. I'd probably have to fuck you in an alley before we made it to the car."
My limbs felt lighter than they had all week. Imagining the night ahead of us filled me with a euphoric high.
"So, I'll take that as a yes."
* * *
Daniel greeted us at the entrance of Voyeur and led us to the bar.
"We limit our customers to two drinks per night. We want everyone to have their wits about them and able to make smart decisions."
"That has to be a hit to your revenue," I said.
"It is," Daniel agreed. "But providing a safe environment is our top priority. And the membership fees tend to cover any loss of revenue from alcohol."
I couldn't argue that point. My eyes had bulged when I'd seen the membership fees. And that was just to get in, not including any performances you wanted to watch.
"Feel free to mingle around. You met Charlotte," he said, gesturing to the blonde behind the bar. "She manages the bar area and can answer any questions you may have." He shifted his gaze from me to Jake. "I'd also like to extend an invitation for a performance. So, you can really get a feel for what Voyeur is."
My heart thundered in my chest at the possibilities. I didn't know all that was available, but my mind wandered through all the kinks I could think of.
"I appreciate the offer," Jake said. "We may take you up on that." His hand rested on my shoulder before sliding down to my hip. He pulled me back into him and I could feel the beginnings of his erection pushing into my back, making a flush burn its way up my neck into my cheeks.
"Ignore the cost by the selections. Just enter this code into the comments," he said, writing on a napkin, "and we'll take care of it from there."
"Thank you," Jake said.
"Enjoy your night and let me know if you need anything." He moved to walk away, but stopped, turning back to face us. "Like I've said before, my customers and their privacy are my top priority. I urge you to remember the NDA and keep any judgments to yourself. It may not be your kink, but we don't shame anyone for their own."
"Of course," I said quickly.
Once he'd left, I turned to face Jake, liking the heated look in his eyes.
"This isn't why I came here, but I can't say I'm sad about the turn of events."
Biting my lip, I leaned into him. "Excited to try something new with me?"
"You're my favorite person to experiment with," he said before leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of my lips.
"I better be the only one."
His heated eyes scanned my face, burning me from the inside out. "Always," he said.
I hid my satisfied smile behind my drink before asking, "So, Jake. What's your fantasy? What do you dream about?"
"Hmmm," he hummed, scanning the crowd. "Two girls."
Jake was unique yet answered with such a typical male response. "With you included? Or for you to watch?"
"Good question. I think I'd be too tempted to stand by and just watch. I'd want to get lost between your two bodies."
"Oh, yeah. So, I'm part of this fantasy?"
"Of course."
I smiled even more at his easy assurance.
"Your turn," he said. "What's your fantasy? What is it you're dreaming of when I hear you moaning in the middle of the night?"
"I do not," I gasped. He didn't answer, just gave me a cocky smirk and bobbed his eyebrows. "Well," I moved on. "If I had to pick anything, I'd have to match your two girls with two guys."
"Interesting. To watch or to participate?"
"Both." There was no hesitation in my answer. The possibility of watching two powerful men go at each other had me holding back shivers. Being in between them with all the attention on me was just as enticing.
Jake h
id his reaction to my confession by taking a long pull of his beer and looking around the bar.
"You know, I would do a threesome with a girl for you."
His blue eyes blazed when they turned to look at me. "That so?"
I leaned into him and dragged my finger down his chest to the waistband of his pants. "Yeah." A blush stained his cheeks and he took another drink. "Especially if you return the favor for me. I'd love to watch a guy touching you."
At that, he sputtered some of the beer he'd been drinking and began hacking up a lung. He turned to look at me with wild eyes, still coughing. I laughed at his reaction. It wasn't often I could shock Jake, but it seemed like I had. I was about to say more, just to taunt him when he looked over my shoulder, his eyes widening.
"You okay, man?" a deep voice asked from behind me.
I turned, and my eyes widened just as much as Jake's when I took in a shirtless Jackson behind me. Holy. Shit.
My eyes started at his broad shoulders that rippled with muscles and worked their way down the matching chest and ridged abs. Was that an eight pack? And, fuck me, that vee.
"My eyes are up here, Carina."
"Shit," I muttered, heat searing its way up my neck from embarrassment. But when I reached his face, his eyes were filled with laughter that matched his twitching lips. I knew we had a business relationship, but over the week it'd formed into a fun comradery. I'd begun to feel so comfortable around Jackson, and I decided to join in his playful attitude. "I know, but I was checking out the goods."
His head fell back, and a loud bark of laughter fell from his full lips. "I like you, Russo."
"What can I say?" I flicked my hair back, enjoying the way Jake's hand slid onto the curve of my waist like he was claiming me. "I'm pretty likable. Just don't turn it into a sexual harassment thing."
"You can sexually harass me any time." Jackson gave me one last smile before turning his attention to Jake. "You done dying?"
"Yeah." Jake breathed a laugh. "Just went down the wrong pipe."
"I think I gave him a shock," I said.
"Oh yeah," Jackson asked. "How's that?"
"Oh, um…" I hadn't thought that through. "Well…"
"It was nothing," Jake interrupted.
"Look at the blush staining those pretty cheeks. I'm sure it wasn't nothing." Jackson smiled as he leaned an elbow against the bar. His chest rippled with the motion, and all the moisture dried up from my mouth. "So, spill, Carina."
"Well," I dragged the word out before taking a deep breath and confessing. "Daniel told us to make a selection tonight and I think I shocked Jake with what I would choose."
Jackson rested his chin on his palm, all his attention on me. "Do tell."
"Jesus," Jake muttered.
I turned around to playfully smack his chest. "Hmmm, I think I'll just let your mind wander on that one," I said to Jackson.
"Tease."
"I will say this: it made Jake choke on his drink."
"Huh. I don't remember anything sexual phasing Jake in college," he said with a smirk directed over my shoulder.
"What?" I turned to look at Jake and was met with his lips tipped to one side in an awkward smile. "College? You never said you knew each other in college."
"Umm, yeah," Jake stuttered. "I knew him the first few years of college. I guess it just didn't come up."
Jake's words were light but hesitant, and I couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something.
A pained look flashed across Jackson's eyes too fast for me to process.
The whole moment stretched awkwardly between us until Jake cleared his throat. "Are you working tonight?"
"Yeah." Jackson sighed. "Someone called out, so I told Daniel I'd cover the performer for the night. Don't want to leave him hanging." Charlotte pulled Jackson's attention away when she placed a tray full of drinks in front of him. "I'll be back to dig deeper into this selection you want."
He gave me an easy wink and a manly head nod to Jake before walking away to deliver his tray. My eyes stayed glued to his wide back longer than they should have before I turned to focus my gaze back on Jake, only to find him looking after Jackson, too.
"Come on," I said ready to put the last five minutes behind me, for now. "Let's pick out a selection."
"Carina," Jake grumbled, not moving when I tried to grab his hand and make my way to the back hallway Daniel had told us held the iPads.
I turned to face him, eyebrow raised. "Are you saying you don't want to go to a private room with me to watch live porn? Are you saying you don't want to see what happens in that private room when you get so hard, you're desperate for me to relieve you?"
That lit a spark in his blue eyes. "What are we going to select?"
Giving a small smile and my most seductive look, I stepped into his body and whispered up to him, "You'll have to follow me to find out."
He groaned and didn't resist again.
8
Jake
I hadn't meant to keep my relationship in college with Jackson a secret. It had just never really come up. And maybe I avoided it whenever it did. It was easier to ignore than answer any questions Carina may have had.
Hopefully, she wouldn't use the privacy of the room to press for more information. Then hopefully she would forget to ask by the time we got home.
I smirked to myself thinking of all the ways I could make her forget once we were hidden away. My cock was already half hard thinking about the selections Carina had made. She'd given me coy smiles over her shoulder, making me stand back against the wall so the performance was a surprise. I hadn't peeked. My eyes had been glued to the rounded curve of her ass, imagining sliding the skirt up to expose the creamy flesh. Falling to my knees and burying my face between her thighs. At this rate, I may fuck her before the performers even got a chance to start.
We walked past a large guy standing outside of two doors who directed us to the correct room.
"Make sure you flip the switch to let the performers know you're there and then turn it off to let them know when you leave."
"And they can't see us?" Carina asked, hesitance and excitement in her tone.
"No. There is a one-way glass that allows you to see them, but not them to see you."
"Perfect. Thank you."
I gave a nod to the man before Carina tugged me into the room. She flipped the switch as I took it all in. My eyes were first drawn to the large glass wall with a simple bedroom beyond. A bed, nightstand, lamp, and dresser furnished the room. There were even small touches like books, brushes, and perfumes to make it look more realistic. Our side of the glass was much smaller and simpler with a black leather couch, a side table, and a lamp. All of it was very normal on its own.
Normal, other than the wall of lubes, condoms, simple toys, and a booklet advertising extra toys we could request at a price. I didn't know what exactly was inside, but on the cover there was a leather mask, a gag, nipple clamps, and a large looking dildo.
How much was a membership here again? Because I could get used to this.
Carina walked backward, tugging me closer to the couch where she gave me a shove to sit. I obliged and enjoyed watching her fall to her knees between my spread thighs. She slid her hand over my now aching cock, pulling a groan from my throat. Her hand was firm and sent electricity from my balls up my spine. She held my gaze when she leaned forward and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my covered length. Fuck. My mind raced with how good it was going to feel when she finally pulled me out and sucked me down her throat.
She rolled her head onto my leg and asked, "What do you want from me?"
I almost laughed at the number of things I wanted from her. I wanted it all. Instead, I gently sifted my hands through her hair and said, "I want you to take off those clothes, unbutton my pants, and smear that lipstick up and down my dick."
Her lips moved into a Cheshire smile as she quickly stripped, and her slim fingers worked the buttons open on my pants. I flexed my hips up into her palm
when she wrapped her warm hand around my cock and tugged it out. It stood between us, long and flushed, the skin pulled tight and aching. She continued to hold my stare when she licked from root to tip and finally sank her warm mouth over me, sliding all the way down until her lips damn near pressed to the base. She curled her lips in and pulled back, smearing red across my skin.
Carina never denied me. She was just as eager to try new things and to see how far our excitement would take us.
I dropped my head back and dug my hand into her hair, loving the way the soft tendrils felt curling around my fist. She hummed her pleasure and I jerked up further into her mouth, the gagging sound just making me harder.
"Such a good girl, Carina," I moaned.
Noise from the other room had me opening my eyes and watching a man and a woman walk in.
Followed by another man.
My body froze, my heart somehow racing and stumbling over itself, halting every other beat. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My throat closed, and words seemed impossible. My lungs were missing the air to function.
Carina slid off my cock with a pop and turned to look over her shoulder before turning back to me. I tried to imagine how I looked, but everything was numb.
"If it bothers you, we can walk. I know we have to see each other at work, but not forever. I just…We talked about our fantasies and he was the only person listed for this."
This? What was this? My mind scrambled trying to piece together the puzzle in front of me. Jackson sat back in a chair in the corner I hadn't noticed before as the couple fell to the bed, kissing and groping.
"I just wanted to share my fantasy with you." Her voice was hesitant—filled with doubt, and I realized I'd been silent too long.
Swallowing, I struggled to regain control of my body. I looked into her blue eyes, wide and worried. Taking a deep breath, I held her cheek in my palm, stroking my thumb along her sharp bone.
"I want to experience your fantasy with you. And it's not a big deal. I've seen Jackson before in some crazy games of truth or dare, so no worries."