by Terry Towers
Slowly, Mitchell turned back to me, his smile reforming. “Yes, Monica?”
I licked my lower lip, stalling, marshalling my courage. I was somewhat familiar with Mitchell and certainly attracted to him, I couldn’t let him get away and have someone else snatch him up. “Maybe I am a little interested in a more...hands-on experience.”
“Maybe?” Returning to his spot leaning against the bar, he eyed me. Waiting, no doubt intent on making this hard on me.
“No, not maybe. I do. Here’s the thing, I write stuff in my books that I haven’t actually experienced, and a part of me feels like a fraud, so I thought being that I’m single and here, that maybe…”
“You can indulge in some of those dirty little fantasies you write about.”
I nodded, heat rushing to my cheeks again. Surely I couldn’t be the only one who got embarrassed coming in here the first time? “All right, so what do you have in mind? Male, female, double down? Hit me with it.”
“No! No women. Not at all.”
Mitchell threw back his head and laughed. “Okay. Just Then you and me, then?”
Grabbing my drink, I removed the straw and stir stick and downed the contents, needing to lean on some liquid courage. He waited patiently for me to gather myself. Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it and blurted it out. “Two of you. Men. Two men.”
I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in his gaze, but he finished off his beer, set the empty bottle on the bar, and took my hand. “You’ve never been with two men before?”
I shook my head. God, this was so far outside my comfort zone, it wasn’t even funny. This wasn’t behind my computer screen, typing out fantasies. No, I was being led towards a door at the back of the room in search of ‘our third.’ Maybe I was getting in over my head? In my mind, I was a sexual deviant, but that wasn’t my reality. In reality, I was a woman who didn’t have wild romps for entertainment, I was the kind of girl who fell in love and expressed it.
“Then let’s find ourselves our third.” Feeling the hesitation in my steps, he slowed his pace, looked down at me and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be okay. You’re the boss.”
I know his reassurance was to comfort me, but it only amplified my uneasiness. Shit, if I’m this uneasy now, how in the hell am I going to be when we’re both naked?
“Okay, so what you need to do is just pick someone.” Mitchell announced as we entered. “The shirtless men who aren’t talking to anyone are the ones you pick from.”
“So, they’re all straight.”
“Nope.”
I looked up at him my brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
He leaned into me, his lips grazing my ear this time causing my breath to hitch in my throat. “Baby, for a paying customer, they can be.”
Chewing at my lower lip once more, I surveyed the men. Only a half-dozen looked available. “Okay, so which one’s preference is women?”
“Mine.” I turned my head and stared into his eyes, those sexy, amused grey eyes, and a rush of need raced through me, superseding my urge to be self-conscious. I wanted to kiss him, for him to kiss me. Was that allowed? I hoped kissing was allowed.
“I… umm.”
“What is it?”
“I want to kiss you.” I said the words without thinking, not allowing myself the luxury to become shy about it. Mitchell slid an arm around my waist and pulled me into him, his lips crashing down onto mine, claiming me. It felt as though my entire body was deflating in his arms as I slid my arms up his bare chest and leaned into him, parting my lips and inviting him in to explore. When his tongue caressed mine, my mind turned off and my body took over fully. The hard muscle of his shoulders felt divine under my fingertips as I traced the contours of muscle, and as I rocked my hips against him, the feel of his growing erection fuelled the need developing between my legs.
And then it was over, he was pulling back and that sexy, almost arrogant grin was back on his lips. “Anything else?”
Oh god! Stepping back from him I raked a shaky hand into my long, dark hair, thankful for Mitchell’s arm around my waist, holding me steady. Forcing a smile to my lips, I nodded. “Uh. I’m good, for now.”
He chuckled. “All right. You want my honest opinion?”
“Yes.”
He pointed to a man with blonde hair that was a smidge too long to be considered short, perfectly styled to look unkempt. He appeared to be a little taller than Mitchell, but not quite as thickly built. Certainly sexy. Hell, sexy didn’t even begin to describe him. “Xander is a buddy of mine and really loves pussy. But by all means, whoever you like.”
“Yes. Let’s go with him.”
“Sure? No pressure,” he asked staring down at me questioningly.
“No. I want him. Definitely want him.” They were a nice contrast, really, Mitchell being dark, mysterious and handsome in comparison to Xander who looked the lean surfer, all American boy-next-door type.
“Just as long as you don’t prefer him to me,” he teased, giving me a little side-hug and breaking the tension. As I rolled my eyes at him, he gave a shout out to Xander. “Hey Xander, come here a minute, man.” No one aside from Xander paid him any mind.
Xander’s eyes went to Mitchell’s and then lowered to meet mine. He smiled. While Mitchell’s smile was hot and sexy, Xander’s was more laid back, almost like the kind you’d give a friend. I didn’t even know him, and I immediately liked him. And then a stupid thought came to my mind: did he find me attractive? Surely they fucked hundreds of women a year, thousands. I was hardly a thin girl. All the women around me in the club were thin sex pots. They made me feel frumpy. The fact that I was paying them didn’t even factor into this new bout of insecurity.
Feeling my body tense, Mitchell gave me another squeeze, whispering in my ear, “We’ll take care of you. Don’t be scared, love.”
I didn’t even bother to attempt to deny it. He was right. I was scared. Terrified. I’d never been with men like them before: tight, toned, beautiful. Not that my exes were heinous, hardly that, but physically speaking, they weren’t even close. It was intimidating and scary as fuck. Paying them or not, I felt like a school girl in front of the school heartthrobs.
“What’s up?” Xander’s deep, blue eyes didn’t leave mine.
“Do you want to join us?”
Xander’s smile widened as he extended his hand to me, ignoring Mitchell’s question. “And who do we have here?”
I almost froze up again. Ohmygod! Get a grip on yourself, woman! You’re a fucking bestselling author, fucking get a grip! “Monica,” I managed to get out as I took his hand and gave it a shake, which seemed rather odd and formal in this atmosphere. He didn’t release my hand immediately; his thumb began stoking the inside of my wrist, sending a tremor through me. I gripped tighter into Mitchell. The way the sparkle danced in his blue eyes, I could tell he knew what kind of effect he had on me.
“I’m Xander, Mitchell isn’t great at introductions.”
“You didn’t give me a chance, asshole,” Mitchell defended.
Xander shrugged, his eyes remaining on me. “So you’re interested in,” he motioned between himself and Mitchell, “us sharing?”
I nodded. I liked how his eyes drank me in. As though he wanted me as much I wanted him.
“Then I’m game.” Leaning into me, he gave me a sweet, quick peck on the cheek.
“But give us maybe a half hour first.” I looked up at Mitchell, but he didn’t return my questioning stare. But then again, what did I know?
Xander gave his friend an odd look before conceding. “Yeah, sure.”
“Great. We’ll go to my room, if that works for you?” Mitchell said, urging me forward and not waiting for my response.
“Awful anxious, isn’t he?” Xander gave me a wink “He’s quite the go-getter tonight, I’m getting the feeling he isn’t too keen on sharing.” Spinning around, he sauntered off.
“Ignore him. He’s just fucking around.”
“Oh.” As
insane as it was, I was slightly disappointed that it hadn’t been the truth. I looked up at Mitchell. “Considering his head will be between my legs, I’m assuming it’ll be a hard thing to do.”
Throwing back his head, a bark of laughter erupted from him, when his laughter subsided, he looked down at me, giving me a smoldering look. “I promise, I plan on being there first and once I’m done, you won’t even give Xander a second thought.”
“That so?”
“Is that a challenge?” He guided me to the back of the room and down a deep maroon hallway with doors lining each side.
I was starting to relax. Being away from the main part of the club and all the strangers seemed to put me at ease enough that I found I was able to speak much more freely than earlier. He wasn’t an escort at a sex club anymore, but the funny, sexy guy from the plane who I’d had a wonderful conversation with earlier that day. I attempted to fool myself into thinking that he wasn’t a paid sex partner, but someone I met at a regular club and wanted to share a good time with.
“No. Not a challenge.” A smile crept onto my lips when he lifted an eyebrow at me. “Well, maybe a little.”
Chapter 3
“And this will be our room.” Mitchell announced as he unlocked the door to his room and ushered me in before him. My eyes immediately began scanning the room. It was rather simple, although I honestly didn’t know what to expect before stepping inside. Maybe some sort of sex dungeon. But this wasn’t anything of the sort. It was a simple room with a large four-poster, king-sized bed at the center, an armoire towards the back, and a large chest dresser, all in oak. It was actually pretty quaint.
“It’s…”
“Not what you were expecting?” I spun to see him reclined against the door, his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing me.
“No, I…” My frown deepened. “I guess I was expecting something…”
“More Fifty Shades of Grey?”
Laughing I shrugged. “Maybe, I guess. What’s your deal with the Fifty Shades of Grey book anyhow?”
He shrugged, jerking his thumb towards the left. ‘That’s down the hall. We can relocate if you like, but I assumed you wanted to take this slow.”
“Oh. Yes.” I ran my fingers through my hair, my nervousness beginning to creep up into me again. “This is good.” I spun around and looked down at the bed and yelped when I felt his arms circling my waist and pulling my back tight to his chest.
“Just relax.” Nudging my hair out of the way with his chin, Mitchell’s lips grazed the side of my neck, and I moaned softly as a delicious shiver ran down my spine, making my pussy clench. “You’re too tense, sweetie.”
“It’s hard.”
“Is it?” His lips reached my shoulder, and he nipped lightly at it as his hands slipped to my back, grasping the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly pulling it down. “It’s only hard if you make it that way. Haven’t you ever had a one-night stand before?”
“No,” I admitted, embarrassed. Why in the hell was I embarrassed by not having a one-night stand? That should be an admirable quality. I suppose in this particular situation, it made me feel like some sort of prude, but shit, I write erotica for heaven’s sakes. I have nothing to prove. Dammit, then why did I feel like I did?
“Hmm.” As he slipped the spaghetti straps from my shoulders, the dress fell away, and I didn’t stop it, despite wanting to, as it fell down my body to puddle at my feet, leaving me in my strapless white lace bra and panties.
“Turn around and let me see you?”
I didn’t want to. Damn this self-consciousness. Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it and turned to face him as the conclusion came to me that while he may be working with young, beautiful women, the clientele may be just like me. Average women. Women looking for something different.
He took a step back, and my cheeks grew warmer as his eyes slowly examined me, head to toe and back again. “You’re a beautiful woman, Monica. Stunning.” He cupped my cheek in his hand, his thumb running along my lower lip. “You know that, right?”
My flush deepened, and I attempted to lower my gaze, but he refused to let me break eye contact. It had been a long, very long time since I’d been told that. Since I’d been made to feel special. And this man, this beautiful stranger, he made me feel special. My ex hadn’t been one for compliments, at least on my looks. The best I could have hoped for was a compliment on how well I’d prepared supper. I never fully realized how bad the relationship had gotten until now. I’d been living in the fantasy of my characters, not realizing that my own relationships were broken.
“Hmmm. Baby, you’ll know by the time we’re finished.” He lowered his lips to mine, and just as our lips touched, he bent, grabbed my thighs, and threw me backwards onto the bed. Laughing at the unexpected action, I brushed a strand of hair from my eyes, and I watched as he stripped out of his jeans and kicked them to the side.
He was commando under the jeans, and ohmygod, his cock. It not only had the length, but the girth as well. I came here looking to be DP’d. How in the hell would he be able to get something like that into my backside? It wasn’t possible.
“What’s wrong?”
“I, ummm.” I could feel my cheeks growing warm. How in the hell do I tell him what I’m thinking? I began to panic, what in the hell was I doing here? Had I truly lost my mind?
But then he was on me, slipping between my legs, and his mouth was on my neck, sending delicious shivers through me. “Tell me, and I’ll make it better,” he whispered in my ear.
How in the hell could I do that? Why was I able to write such naughty things, but blush when confronted by them? “I can’t.”
“Sure you can. Amsterdam is a place to be free. You don’t have to hold your desires back with me.” His lips moved along my jawline and to my lips. He claimed my lips before I could respond, even though I still had no idea what to say.
His lips were soft but insistent. And his body, ohmygod, the feel of the chiselled muscle under my fingertips as I wrapped my arms around his back was unlike anything I’d felt before. He was perfection. And he was mine, even if it were only for an hour or two.
When his tongue touched mine, dominating me while his dick ground against my increasingly wet mound, I realized I could lose myself. That’s what I was here for after all. I’d never see Mitchell or Xander again.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him tighter to me, rocking against his cock, the thin fabric of my satin panties then only thing separating us. He groaned against my mouth, pulling back and placing a string of kisses across my jaw and down my neck heading to my collarbone. I cursed that little strip of fabric.
Mitchell reached my collarbone and down to the tops of my breast that were threatening to escape the lacy bra. His eyes lifted and our gazes met. “Very pretty.”
I flushed again. “Thanks.” As I uttered my thanks, his gaze remained locked on mine as he fingered the lace at the top of the bra, his fingers grazing the material so lightly that it sent shivers through me. My pussy clenched, the need increasing by the second.
“Oh god, I want you.”
A smile formed on his lips as he ground his rock hard erection against my mound. “Baby, the feeling is mutual.” His fingers slid to the little white clasp on the front of the bra, with a flick of the wrist he undid the front and the material parted, my breasts spilling out.
His head dipped lower, his lips closing around my nipple and sucking it in, sending waves of sweet pleasure through me. Arching my back, I moaned softly. At the sound of my moan, he nipped at the tightening peak, sending a bolt of pleasure and pain through me.
Sliding my hand to the back of his head, I urged him to continue. “Harder,” I gasped as he nipped again. His hand slid between us to cup my mound.
“So wet already,” he said, releasing my nipple to look into my eyes again. “Tell me, do you get this wet when writing your books? Do you slip you hand into your panties and make yourself cum?”
I swear
to god, I felt like I was going to explode just hearing his voice and the dirty words he was using. But another part was a little embarrassed. Could I share those intimate details with him? Apparently, I could, because the answer came spewing from my lips between soft pants.
“Yes.”
“Do you use toys?” He asked, his lips moving lower down my stomach. Slowly. So slowly. It seemed to take an eternity before his lips finally reached the top of my panties. The warmth of his breath sent another shiver through me, increasing my need and anticipation.
His hands slid down my body, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my white lace panties. In one swift motion, he tugged them down, leaving me trembling and completely exposed to his eyes. Once more, my self-consciousness began playing tricks on me. I had the urge to cover myself, but the urge was short-lived.
Spreading my moist lips, Mitchell exposed my swollen clit. Another light brush of his breath teased my pussy as my hands slid to his shoulders and gripped tightly. “Please, please, please.” I can’t believe I was begging this stranger, but I was. All sense of self-consciousness was gone to be replaced my unbridled need.
“Please, what?” He looked up. His eyes were filled with the passion I felt. And then he smiled. Those damned dimples displaying. Oh shit, what in the hell did he want from me? Wasn’t I paying him to give me what I wanted? I didn’t think torture would be part of the equation.
“I can’t.” Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, and I sighed. Enjoy it. Enjoy the ride, I told myself.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, moments before his tongue flicked across my clit. My body tensed, and I inhaled sharply. Then his tongue lashed out again, and again, and again, until we were in a rhythm. His tongue would swipe my clit, and I’d buck against his mouth. He took me higher and higher, I was becoming light-headed from the pleasure and mounting tension.
“So close,” I murmured more to myself than to him.
“Then come for me baby.” He thrust two fingers deep into me, stroking my inner wall, and the world exploded into a million pieces right before my eyes. But he wasn’t through with me, not by a long shot. My body felt like it was in sensory overload already. His tongue was replaced by his fingers as it searched out its new destination, my core.