Trent smiles despite my trembling trigger finger. “Rain, tell me what you felt when I kissed you?” He steps up so my gun is against his bare skin. “Tell me, and I’ll go in there and convince her to do what you want.”
I don’t know how I felt.
My hand shakes. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to admit it to myself or him.
“Alive, I felt alive. Now get in there and do it.”
* * *
A short exchange of words and he’s kissing her, holding onto her for dear life as her painted fingernails dig into his flesh, but her eyes are on me, her distrust etched on her face.
Sensing that she isn’t with him, Trent shifts their bodies onto the bed, turning so her back is to me, so she can only see him now.
“Focus on me, just me,” he says. “Pretend it’s just us. Trust me, Ailee.” He kisses her, first on her lips, then he moves down her neck and across her collarbone.
Her head rolls backwards forcing her bare breasts forward, and now he moves just a little so that I have a side view. Her eyes are closed but he looks at me and gives a subtle nod, taking her nipple into his mouth, with his hand moving over the other. Her mouth opens and the most heavenly sound escapes it. His arm around the small of her back, where she now straddles him, keeps her there as he teases her with his mouth, working her up.
I can see the sweat shimmer on her skin when the moonlight catches it, and the sound of them moving together affects me. My body responds to it, my dick so hard it aches, and I lick my lips imagining that someone is doing those things to me. I run my free hand over myself, feathery touches sending shocks through my body as desire builds.
My fingers tingle with the need to touch her, to touch them, and my breaths become quicker as I grip my erection tight to try and quell the need to cum by just watching him worship her body.
I close my eyes to steady the thundering in my chest, and when I open them she is on all fours between his spread legs, his cock in her mouth. I can’t see it clearly as a curtain of her hair blocks her face from me. Trent isn’t watching her though; his eyes are glued to my hand, not the one holding the gun, the one that is unconsciously working my cock at the same pace she bobs on his.
Looking at me he reaches for her, pulling her hair back into his hand so I can see what she does, but also so he can control her by pulling on it. She moans loudly around him as he tugs tightly on her long locks. A devious smile is on his face while he keeps his focus on me, while taking his pleasure from her.
Something tells me that this isn’t my fantasy alone. The smell of her flowery perfume is floating into the air as she seats herself and her body warms, while the curve of her spine as her back arches to please him, is pleasing to me too.
Pushing her down so that he is deep in her throat, I hear a soft gag but she rights herself and stays there. Now it’s him moving, slowly thrusting upwards in shallow, slow movements.
But that’s not what has my attention; it’s the hand beckoning me to come over to him. He wants me to go to them, and dear God I want to, but fear has me rooted to the chair where I am safe to watch without feeling the aftermath of these desires.
Still calling to me, he plunges a forceful shove of his cock into her wide open mouth, gagging her and making her struggle against his grip.
Something about the action makes me lose the control I have.
Placing the gun on the coffee table beside my chair, I stand and dawdle to them. Standing over their bodies joined in such a carnal way, my blood heats in my veins and I feel my hair stand on end. My connection isn’t to my wife, as I imagined it would be. It’s to the man that has his dick in her mouth and his lust-filled eyes on me.
Keeping Ailee face first in his crotch, he reaches for me, pulling me down so I’m bent over him. He grips the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s not like the one in his room; this one is charged with an electricity, that even if I wanted to deny it my body’s response won’t allow it.
Trent keeps penetrating her mouth. I can feel his body moving even if I can’t see it, and when he lets go of my face I don’t stop kissing him, because now it’s me in control of the kiss. My hands are in his hair, holding him, feeling his skin, touching his body, the sensation of goosebumps as my fingers trail down his chest.
When his free hand slowly holds my dick and grips it tightly, every nerve ending in my body explodes in an uncontrollable response to the hypersensitivity of my body to theirs.
Moving my hand from him I reach back to touch her, my palm sliding up the silky skin of her back to explore without seeing. I’m afraid that if I look at her this will stop, and I’m not ready for it to stop. Not now, not ever.
I feel like I have only just begun to live. I tried to convince myself I wanted her, that she was all I needed, but it is a lie. Through the lens of my camera I have fallen in love with them and their love for each other.
My inhibitions flee as I am pulled onto the bed beside them, and there on my knees my world falls apart. I can’t undo this now. Pushing the rational thoughts that are creeping in aside, I allow myself to feel what it’s like to have everything I have wanted.
Trent stops our kiss, and I sit back on my knees and look to where he pulls her up off him. Her eyes are red and her lips a little swollen. When she sees me there is a moment of shock and hesitation.
Yanking on her hair, Trent pulls so she has to look at him.
“Remember, trust me, Ailee.” He maintains eye contact with her until she nods, and I see her swallow back whatever words she wanted to say. “I want you to do everything I ask of you. Like we’ve done before. When you weren’t sure, I always made it worth it for you, didn’t I?” He keeps talking to her as if I’m not even there.
“Yes, but …”
“No but’s, Ailee. We can do this, make this work, or you know what our other options are. Rain has put the gun away. He’s here with us on level terms right now. You have to trust me.”
Ailee looks at me, the venom evaporating from her eyes as she looks over my naked body which is on full display beside her. The fear is there, the same expression that was in them five years ago, and I need to fix it.
“I promise it won’t be like that. I’m not going to force you to do anything, Ailee. I am trusting Trent too.” I admit that I am giving him control over me. If it means I can hold onto this for even just tonight, then I will do it.
She looks back to him, biting her bottom lip, giving him a quick nod and an understanding look. He smiles and lets go of the iron grip on her hair.
“Good girl.” With that one line it’s like he melts her into a lump of molding clay that he can make into anything.
Everything about her changes, her defiance is washed away and her whole body relaxes.
Trent lifts her chin when she drops it to look down. “Ailee, you can do this, girl. He’s not that bad.”
He looks at me now. I wish I could tell him just how bad I was to her, and that half of my reason for letting her go all these years was guilt for hurting something I should have protected. I am suddenly overwhelmed with remorse, finally being so close to her, and it being like this. The anger I hid behind has been stripped away and all I want to do is show her I’m sorry.
I don’t know what his motives are, but I am sure he has at least one. His desire to share his lover with me is suddenly alarming now that he’s not disarming me with desire and touch. But I don’t care, I want this. I want them and this feeling, and I’m not letting it go.
Thirteen
Tangle
TRENT
There is a moment, an instant where time stops, and you know that the person in front of you is more than just another stranger you’ll forget soon. I know it the minute I see Ailee in the hair salon, her eyes shine and her smile warms me from the inside out. I fall in love, we fall in love, and it is perfect – until tonight.
I go get Ailee from work a little before closing time, and as usual everyone is in high party spirits because that’s wh
at Saturday nights are for. Her friends have become my friends and this is one of the things I love doing with her each week. I have even managed to find something on the diner menu to eat on Sunday mornings after the party nights.
As we gather bags and coats to leave, Gina calls Ailee to the back for a meeting. She’s the manager now, so it seems normal when she yells for me to go with the others, she’ll see us now. Chelsey drags me out of the salon with them, all joking. They are always overexcited on Saturday evenings and no one seems to be in a bad mood.
At the club I sit with Romi and Starla – she’s every bit as country as her name – but I like them, they are both genuinely nice to me. We’re enjoying the music, sitting at the bar ordering our first drinks, when one of the ‘security’ staff asks me to please come upstairs with him. When I protest I am forcibly removed upstairs.
Shoving through bodies he drags me along until a door at the top, where he has to enter a code to get in. Another built man in all black stands outside the door guarding it like it is a bank vault. The upstairs of the club isn’t visible from downstairs; it’s like this perch in the air where the elite watch the ants below them, and the minute I lay eyes on the man at the table I know he is more.
His thick beard and perfectly groomed hair frames dark eyes, everything about him is dark, until he smiles at me. The man is a force and my physical reaction is instantaneous. Before he speaks a single word to me I am in lust. I admit that in these few moments Ailee leaves my mind completely.
Even as his words are delivered, his well-executed punches to my soft heart, I watch his mouth move, his tongue licking his lips, and when his gaze lingers on me it is charged with sexual tension. He wipes his sweaty palms on the legs of his tailored pants, his discomfort palpable as he slowly, blow by blow, breaks my heart and manages to destroy the love I have started to feel for her. She lied. She’s a fucking liar.
My anger for her builds. Each piece of evidence he produces to validate their marriage increases my rage, but the angrier I become with her the more enamored I am with him. Slowly, despite his death threats hanging in the air between us, his plan starts to sound not quite so insane. I begin to hatch a little plan of my own.
When Ailee joins us and he has her beside him, his hands on her, I am jealous. Not because he is touching the woman I love –even beneath this blinding anger I know I will always love her – no, I’m jealous of his hands on her, wishing they were on me instead. The way his big hand grips her turns me on.
The wheels are spinning faster and faster inside my head, and the fact that I don’t really want to die young only makes my bad decisions seem like slightly better ones. I agree to go ahead with this new living arrangement and pray I don’t land up tied to a chair in his gangster-style basement. Images of me in a damp underground room, cable-tied to a rickety old chair while he straddles me enter my mind, and I’m sold. Even the basement has its appeal.
I am separated from them to collect my things from home, which gives my heart and head enough time to get together on the same page of this sick story. I still can’t believe she didn’t tell me she is married, the gall to lie to me for months as I put everything into us.
Replaying our conversations, I think back and see her cunning and betrayal so clearly – any time I brought up the future, marriage or children, she would distract me with sex. Every single time.
Love still strangles my heart, but bitter anger and twisted pain is right there with it as we drive in silence, to what is about to become my new home, or the crime scene of my untimely death.
* * *
When Rain wakes me with a gun to my head, his eyes tell me of his bluff. I know it is my chance, he has placed himself in my path.
Unlike me he isn’t sure of who he is, he’s not comfortable with his basic desires and needs. He is a man burdened with guilt and expectations. I know he wants me … almost as much as he wants her. Here is a way for me to get out of the mess I have landed in. I’m going to fuck them both.
I trusted her. I fell in love after having my heart broken so many times, I gave it to her – put it on the table – and she’s put a cleaver through it. Whatever sick game they are playing, I’m sure I can play it better.
Physical touch is a very powerful weapon. I disarm him with a kiss. Raw unbridled lust pulls us together and robs him of power in the exchange.
Rain is a man confused by what he feels, and I am going to make him go crazy.
* * *
Ailee is putty in my hands. She always is when sex is involved. The feisty, stubborn, power hungry, bitch that she is almost all the time, gives in to me in bed. She likes it when I control her sexually, and it’s this simple power exchange that caused me to know that this will work.
She’s vulnerable in this moment, teetering on the edge of her climax. Hot, needy, and an emotional mess after the night’s events, she’s perfectly pliable. She’s afraid, afraid of him, and terrified of losing me and having to stay with him alone. I know that without even talking to her.
When she looks at him her hands tremble and her lip quivers. I can feel her pulse quicken. Being near him scares her and it’s turning me on. Her suffering is making me hotter, because she hurt me.
“I want you to turn around and straddle me, so I can be inside you. Then take Rain in your mouth. He won’t touch or hurt you.” I wouldn’t stop him if he did, but she needs a little nudge.
My eyes are now on him as she nervously moves, and I motion for him to do the same. He relinquished control to me, and I intend to take it and use it against them.
The way he looks at me, him kneeling between my spread legs, his cock as hard as his body, has mine greedy for this. Something about the pure power of a man’s body, yet the vulnerability of his mind when it comes to sex, excites me.
“Trust me, Ailee. Neither of us wants to die tonight.” I look over at the gun on the table, encouraging her with touch, my hands on her hips as she hovers on top of me, looking over her shoulder unsure of what I’m asking her. “You can do this, my Good Girl.”
And just like that she sinks down onto my cock, the words melting her defenses. She will do anything to hear that validation. Holding her hips still I thrust up into her, hard, locking eyes with Rain as I start to fuck her slowly … and forcefully.
Hesitantly Ailee bends to him, giving me a beautiful view of her perfect ass and his chest. Stopping just short, she looks up at him, but he can’t see her – he only sees me.
“Do what I ask, Ailee.” I stop moving, withholding her source of pleasure. Her body pushes back, trying to take what she wants, but instead I push her forward, forcing her onto him.
The moment she takes him in her mouth, his head lolls back and a loud cry of satisfaction escapes him. Every muscle in his body tenses and I can see the web of veins popping out beneath that Mediterranean skin. Sweat beads erupt and the moonlight makes them shine with a sliver glow, highlighting the strength he is struggling to keep contained.
Every thrust into her hot-wetness forces him deeper down her throat, bringing me and him closer to the point of no return. Rain’s balled fists and clenched jaw make me harder still as I take the need I am building in him out on the woman between us. It’s not her I’m fucking, it’s him. I watch him as he almost grabs her head and then stops, looking at me.
“Do what feels right, Rain. Our Good Girl is going to make us both cum.”
Still unsure, he gently snakes his fingers into her hair, holding her still so he can thrust into her mouth to the same rhythm I’m fucking her with.
Ailee whimpers and struggles against his touch, but she can’t move sandwiched between us. Her protest only serves to feed the little devil on my shoulder that says she deserves to pay for hurting me this way, that she should hurt too.
I’m going to indulge every fantasy I ever had with them, and then leave them shattered and broken behind me, because more than the fear of his desires is the fear of his family knowing what they are.
Rain has lost the powe
r in this struggle, he did the minute I pushed my tongue into that fuckable mouth of his. I smile at him as he looks to me for reassurance, holding her there to take what he needs. I have a feeling he wants revenge as much as I do – this may be more fun than I originally thought.
I wet my thumb, sucking it in my mouth, watching his teeth clench as I do it slowly, making a show of it before I shove it into her ass without any warning. Her entire body goes stiff as she shrieks around his cock, unable to pull away from the now firm grip he has on her.
Without mercy I thrust hard into her, and begin moving my digit in and out, watching him matching my actions, a vicious grin creeping onto his face. I won’t last long like this, not looking at him. His arms ripple and his hair falls forward onto his face, shrouding those dark eyes from me as he chokes her with his dick.
The shuddering, quivering tease of her orgasm, torments me.
I know she is fighting it, holding back because she doesn’t want to give it to either of us, but I don’t care; I am going to take everything from her deceitful little body. A silent agreement is spoken between Rain and me in that moment, as I force my girlfriend to cum with her husband’s cock in her mouth and mine buried deep in her pussy.
Forcing every last bit of her climax from her, her body limp between us, we don’t stop, not until we both cum. As she realizes what is happening, she tries to pull away. I’m not wearing a condom, and her fists beat against Rain’s thighs while she gags and cries, trying to get free, but this isn’t about her anymore. We fill her from both ends, and form a bond in our mutual love and hate of Ailee.
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