by Blue, A. J.
“What are you thinking?” Liam wants to know.
“Nothing. It’s just...” I shake my head.
“Is it about tonight?”
“I guess,” I mumble.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
I don’t respond. What can I possibly say? For Liam the whole thing is nothing out of the ordinary. As for the women who usually participate in their little games, it’s presumably nothing special either. But those ladies apply for a room in this strange commune. I, on the other hand, didn’t even know that something like this exists until recently.
“You have no idea how sexy it is that you’re so innocent.” Liam moves closer and puts his hand on my thigh.
“Innocent?” I nearly choke on my latte. I’ve never been called innocent before. But in Liam’s world I presumably am.
“Sure, but you have potential,” he tells me. “A bit too prickly perhaps, but I really like that about you. And I think it turns Marcus on, too.” His fingers wander further and very lightly stroke me down below. I twitch.
“Not here.”
“Why not?”
“The people at the next table are already looking.” I point to an elderly couple watching us; their expressions rigid.
“So what? We’re not doing anything bad.” Liam moves closer. “But we may as well put on a show for them!” He leans across the table to kiss me while still caressing me. The elderly married coupled shake their heads disapprovingly.
“Outrageous!” I can hear the woman.
Amused, Liam smiles and pays the check. When we get up and pass their table, he briefly stops. “You should try a little kissing”, he says. “It’s a mood enhancer and it’s also good for your health!”
Out of the corner of my eyes I can see the woman gasping while the man’s face turns scarlet. I have to stop myself from laughing out loud and follow Liam.
He winks at me. “See? You have a lot more fun if you don’t always do what people expect.”
We spend the next few hours at an arts exhibition Liam really wants to see. He enthusiastically studies the exhibits, but I can’t even to recall what we actually saw. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I hardly take anything else in.
Time flies and far too soon we are in the elevator on our way up again. “That was a great exhibition, wasn’t it?” Liam asks, still ecstatic.
I nod. He hopefully won’t ask me what I liked best. I can’t remember anything in particular.
Nervously I follow Liam into the apartment. The noise from the kitchen indicates that Marcus is back, preparing dinner.
Liam just leaves me in the hall with the words: “Hang up your coat and make yourself at home,” before disappearing in the direction of the bathroom.
Undecided I stay put beside all those boxes piled up in the hall.
This is my last chance to bolt, I think. I could thank Liam for the nice time we had and ask him to call me a cab. I know our dangerous adventure will continue if I stay. Do I really want that?
I nervously twirl a strand of hair between my fingers.
“Hey, Kate, what’s up? You look as if you’re about to run away! Don’t you want to come into the kitchen?” Marcus has crept up behind me so quietly, I only notice when he’s standing right behind me. Completely taken by surprise I jump and at the same time I‘m annoyed by my reaction.
“Yes, yes. I’m coming!” I defiantly stare at Marcus. He has something that brings out the aggressive side in me. There’s no way I let him see how insecure I feel. Not Marcus!
But it’s not easy. He looks incredibly wicked in his jeans, with his wild blond hair and the tight long-sleeved T-shirt emphasizing his muscles. My mouth’s going all dry.
“I think you were going to run away,” he mocks me.
I shake my head. Liam, I think, help me! Where are you?
“What’s your problem then?” Marcus wants to know.
“I don’t have a problem,” I reply, trying to hold my ground. I don’t want Marcus to notice that he’s making me feel nervous. No way!
“Come on then!” Marcus takes my hand and pulls me in the direction of the kitchen. What’s his plan?
“Let go!” I say. “I’m quite capable of walking all by myself. I don’t like someone pulling me around!”
Marcus rolls his eyes. “Relax, will you!” he tells me and keeps an iron grip on my hand. Perhaps I should bite him. But before I can turn the thought into action, we’ve reached the kitchen and Marcus lets go.
“Would you do me the honor and kindly step inside, Madam?”
Man! This is insane, I think as I enter the kitchen. Marcus has magically transformed the state-of-the art open plan kitchen/diner into a romantic tapas bar. He’s closed the curtains and lit dozens of candles that bathe the whole place in a warm glow. The table holds a multitude of delicacies; Caribbean rhythms sound from the speakers.
“Wow!” I exclaim. “Did you do all that yourself?”
Marcus smiles. “I did. I like cooking. And I lived in Puerto Rico for a while. I love the local food.”
“Looks really tasty,” I observe. If it actually tastes as good as it looks...”
“I’d say so. Haven’t had any complaints so far,” Marcus replies.
I’m honestly impressed. Perhaps I was wrong about Marcus.
“Can you dance?” he wants to know.
“Depends,” I answer carefully.
“Let’s give it a go,” Marcus says and extends his hand. “Shall we?”
Marcus takes my hand and starts moving his hips to the rhythm of the music. “You’ll have to come a little closer. This is a Merengue.”
Okay, I think and let him clutch me to his chest. We dance, keeping time with the music, forward, backwards, sideways.
“Not bad,” Marcus remarks. “But you have to swing your hips a little more. I’ll show you.” He stands behind me, grips my waist and moves my hips. “You’re far too tense. Relax!”
Easy for you to say, I think. You’re the reason I’m nervous.
Marcus moves even closer. I can feel his legs against my fanny. He places one hand on my stomach and the other on my groin. “Move with me, Kate,” he whispers and very slowly rotates his hips. I try to follow.
Gee, he’s really good, I think. I love a man who can dance. And Marcus is unbelievably good. He also smells good. A blend of wood and cinnamon. Very masculine.
“Let’s try it again,” he says and turns me over to him. “Put your arms around my neck.”
I do as I’m told and he pulls me really close to his chest. So close there wouldn’t even be room for a postage stamp between us. Then he positions one leg between mine and slowly starts to dance. I can feel his hard muscles against my breasts and his thighs touch me down below while we dance. I don’t really believe that’s the way to dance the Merengue, but I don’t resist either. Dancing with Marcus is incredibly sexy. I can well imagine how just about every woman would be turned on. Including me.
“Much better!” Marcus purrs, puts his hand on my butt and pulls me even closer.
Um. It feels real good. A pleasant sensation starts spreading through my womb. Marcus’s fingers are firmly placed on my behind. The other hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back. His lips are touching mine and I more or less automatically open my mouth to invite his tongue. Marcus kisses the way he dances. Sensuously and demanding. I respond in kind. A little power game. And that’s exactly what makes it so sexy.
“Enough!” Breathing heavily, Marcus pulls himself away from me. His eyes sparkle in the candle light. “That was a bit of alright. Not bad at all, just the way I imagined.”
I gasp for air. Cheeky bastard, I think. Did he mean the way I dance or the kiss?
14
“You’ve already got to know each other a little as I can see!”
I twirl around. Without us noticing, Liam has sat down at the dining table. Casually leaning back in his chair, he’s sipping a glass of red wine, watching us. He’s changed his clothes. No
w he’s wearing jeans and a black, skintight T-shirt that really suits him.
“How long have you been here?” I want to know.
“Quite a while. And just as well or I would have missed your mating dance,” Liam grins and offers me his glass. “Would you like some wine? Looks as if you could do with a little refreshment.”
Why does everyone in this apartment have to creep around like that? I was actually a bit startled seeing Liam sitting at the table like that and somehow feel found out. But that’s presumably due to the fact that I’m not used to flirting with several men at the same time who know each other and who actually enjoy it.
Marcus winks at me. “Liam’s a voyeur. Don’t let it get to you. He simply loves watching.”
I immediately believe Marcus. I remember Liam at the sex club and feel myself blushing. Thankfully it doesn’t show in the dim light.
“Why don’t you sit down? I’ll quickly take care of the main course and then we can start eating,” Marcus says and disappears behind the kitchen counter.
Shaken, I sit down beside Liam and take a long swig from his wineglass. I really need the alcohol right now. Never would I have thought that I would fall for Marcus so quickly. But who doesn’t get turned on by a man who’s such a sexy dancer?
“See, Marcus isn’t so bad,” Liam whispers in my ear. “He can definitely cook and dance. And maybe even more...” Liam takes the glass I’m holding and puts it down on the table. “I want you to change now,” he says, his voice sounding throaty. “Forget about the jeans. Put on a skirt, but no underwear!”
I gulp. Liam’s words make my lower regions tingle. But I don’t want to make it that easy for him. “What did I say about taking orders earlier?” I retort boldly.
“And what was my answer?” Liam counters, looking deep into my eyes. “Your cute fanny is due for a good spanking sooner or later. You really are far too naughty!”
My imagination goes riot. The idea of Liam putting me across his knees is so sexy that my clitoris starts pounding. I’m not into the whole S&M scene – whips, nipple clamps and all that – but I like it a bit rough and my fanny is a highly erogenous zone. Perhaps I should tease Liam a bit more.
“And what if I don’t want to get changed?” I challenge him.
“Then darling,” Liam responds, “you’re more stupid than I thought and you’ll miss the best sex you’ve had recently.”
“And I thought us two already had the best sex,” I reply.
“Not even close,” Liam laughs. You’ve no idea. But I’ll make an exception and just ask you nicely: Dear Katherine, would you kindly put on a skirt for me? That would be wonderful!”
“See? You can do it,” I reply trying to sound unconcerned. “Would you excuse me for a moment so?”
I can hear Marcus laughing in the background. “Liam’s right,” he remarks. “You really are special. Don’t be long. Dinner is nearly ready!”
I nod. When I leave the room I notice a black canvas bag. That wasn’t there earlier or was it? Liam presumably put it there.
My suitcases are still stored in Liam’s room and on the way there I ponder which skirt to wear. Perhaps the black mini with the gold sequins? And I must somewhere have garterless stockings. I really bought them for Andrew’s sake. But seeing that we didn’t have any sex during the weeks just before the break-up, I’ve never used them.
This would be the right opportunity, I think defiantly and erase any thought of Andrew from my mind. I’ve made my decision. Tonight I’m going to enjoy myself. Let’s see what happens after.
I’m so excited that my fingers tremble when I slip out off my pants and into the stockings. The idea of sleeping with Marcus and Liam really excites me. I adjust my skirt and scrutinize myself in Liam’s wall mirror. My cheeks are slightly red with stage fright, but it kind of suits me. My face looks fresher that way. I pull my fingers through my long blond hair and take a last deep breath.
Here we go!
I strut into the kitchen in my black high heels, feeling the cool air with every step. It’s strange not wearing any underwear. Strange, but somehow wicked. I’ve never not worn anything underneath a skirt.
Liam and Marcus are relaxing at the kitchen counter, drinking wine and chatting. When I enter the room they both look up. I bravely pull my skirt up just a tiny little bit so they can see my stockings.
“Better?” I ask saucily and look at Liam.
“Much better,” he nods appreciatively and walks over to me. “Let’s just check if you really didn’t put on any panties.” He’s standing in front of me and pushes his hand up under my skirt. “Um. You actually didn’t. Good for you, darling!” His fingers linger on my butt.
“I should really check for myself,” Marcus grins and deposits his wineglass on the counter. I feel the adrenalin surging through my body as he slowly approaches and positions himself behind me so that I’m now wedged in between the two men. He also pushes a hand under my skirt and caresses my other butt cheek. “Don’t move!” he whispers. Then he lifts my skirt with his other hand and very lightly strokes the lips of my vulva. I moan. Liam, too, employs his other hand and they take turns caressing my fanny, my loins and my clitoris. I feel their fingers. They are everywhere exploring my erogenous zones.
“Kiss me,” Liam says. I do as I’m told and his tongue conquers my mouth while Marcus is stroking my clitoris and then very suddenly enters me with his fingers.
Oh, God!
I’m hit by a wave of arousal. Marcus finds my G-spot right way. His fingers are pushing inside me, relentlessly teasing my most sensitive part. Liam interrupts our kiss. “That should do for starters. What do you thing, Marcus?”
“I agree,” Marcus says and pulls out his finger.
“No,” I gasp, “don’t stop!“
The bastards, I think.
Liam grins. “We may just continue later if your behave yourself. Until then just sit down in our place of honor.” He points to one of the seats at the end of the table.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. Jesus, that was incredible. My lips are swollen from Liam’s passionate kiss and my clitoris is pounding with desire. Ever the gentleman, Liam adjusts my chair. I’m about to sit down when I happen to gaze at the seat’s surface. What’s that?
“Why don’t you sit down?” Liam says watching my reaction.
“Sit down on that?” I ask and point to something on my chair. A round cushion with a phallus-shaped object in the middle. “You should be wet enough,” Liam smiles. “Let’s call it your permanent entree.”
15
The object isn’t very long, two or three inches perhaps, but has a relatively large diameter. I position myself over the chair, lift up my skirt and very slowly sink down onto the cushion. The phallus penetrates me and impales me. Ah!
Marcus puts a plate of chicken and a bowl of rice down on the table while watching me.
“Do you want to go first?” he asks Liam and extracts something from the black canvas bag which is now beside his chair. I should have realized that this is where they keep their toys. Liam hands Marcus a remote control.
“My pleasure!” Marcus grins, sits down beside me and grabs the remote. “Just eat whatever you like!” he says pointing to the chicken, the rice and all the other tapas bowls. At the same time, he’s pressing the remote control. Just like the vibro-egg did the night before, the phallus now starts jerking inside me. I press my hands on my thighs and take a deep breath. This gadget is even better than the egg. It doesn’t just vibrate, it also pulsates and unrelentingly stimulates my most sensitive spot. Marcus looks amused and increases the vibrator’s intensity with a push of the button.
“Ah!” I groan, biting my lips.
“Not bad? What do you think?” Marcus grins. “Liam likes electronic gadgets. “It looks as if you’re really enjoying the cushion.”
“Let me have a go,” Liam says and grabs the remote.
I clench my teeth. It needs all my concentration not to scream out loud. No way am
I going to play into their hands like that. Just wait, I think, I’ll pay you back. Liam toys around with more settings, but by deeply in- an exhaling I manage to control myself.
“Not bad. You’re really quite on top of it if you want,” Liam remarks and turns off the vibrator at last. “Let’s eat.”
I take another deep breath. Then I have some of the delicious tapas and a bit of chicken and rice while my eyes never leave the remote on the kitchen table.
My appetite being sated, I decide to become active. I like the way Marcus and Liam play with me, but I no longer want to be their obedient toy. I’ve also got ideas.
Very slowly I get up and let the vibrator slide out.
“Hey, what are you doing? Sit down” Liam commands.
“What did I tell you about orders?“ I reply in a syrupy voice, sit down on the edge of the table and cross my legs.
“Sit! Down!” Liam growls.
I shake my head. “No, I won’t.”
“Sit down, Kate, or do you need my help?” Marcus now also contributes.
Jesus Christ, they really are super macho, I think. What kind of women usually sleep with them?
I quite like when men are a little more dominant during sex, but not all the time. “No,” I assert myself, “it’s my turn!” I dip my index finger into one of the sauces. “And you two just stay where you are!“
It’s quite amusing to see the boys being completely shocked when someone doesn’t do as they are told. I’m aware that the game I’m playing could be dangerous, but I still continue. I open my lips, lick off some of the sauce and then put my finger in my mouth. I suck the tip of my finger with relish and then keep moving my finger inside my mouth. Liam and Marcus stare at me. “Fancy some more sauce,” I tease them. “How about you, darling?” I address Marcus.
Marcus is panting. “Jesus, Liam, what the hell is that?”