Free For All (Red Light, Book Four)

by Jayne Rylon

  Three men and three women wearing a slew of bells around their wrists, ankles and necks—but little else—mill around the outskirts of the area. When they notice us, they approach, gesturing toward the luxurious space.

  “Will you allow us to pamper you?” One of the women addresses Rick while two of the men encroach on my personal space.

  “Go ahead, baby.” He nudges me toward the enticing spread of cushions.

  “That’s not why we came.” I gesture with my chin toward the three women now ringing him. “I want to watch them please you. Tonight is yours.”

  “Every night is ours.” He grins. “But I’m not about to turn down a fantastic rubdown.”

  “Me either.” I should have realized he’d share my love of the service. Stimulating contact on every part of my body never fails to relax me and prime me for customers. I oftentimes indulge before a long shift, knowing the demands my clients will make of my body.

  “We offer couples’ massages.” One of the men supplies a new option. “Tonight we’re featuring Tantric or Nuru, erotic or not.”

  Rick looks to me. I shrug. “Your call.”

  “Is Nuru massage the kind where you slather on the seaweed slime then slip and slide all over each other?” His straightforward description, and the glance he flings at the inflatable mattresses on a PVC sheet in one corner, has me giggling again.

  “Something like that, yes.” The woman is a good sport. She isn’t offended by his generalizations.

  “Let’s go with Tantric.” He takes my hand, pulling me with him onto the super-luxurious cushions.

  “Lie on your stomachs with your heads near each other.” One of the men provides dulcet instructions that lull me. Moans from the green room barely reach us here. Chanting, the peal of chimes and rich Asian music half convince me I’ve travelled around the globe.

  A vivid mural of Shiva overlooks our total surrender to the touch of near strangers.

  Rick and I clasp hands. We turn our faces inward so we can share the moment. Eyes wide open, I watch as one of the three women surrounding my boyfriend drizzle oil along his back. The other two descend, coating their hands and every inch of his bronzed skin with the slick substance. One of them looks to me as her fingers hover over the waistband of his briefs.

  Some of my fear abates when the jealousy I brace myself to ward off never rears its ugly head. I’m thankful they are able to draw a sigh of pleasure from him. I nod. The last scrap of his clothes is dragged slowly down and off his body. The women spread out, rubbing his arms, back, ass and legs with precise glides of their skilled hands. I appreciate their technique for a few moments before sure fingers unhook my bra.

  Another pair of hands cups my shoulders and lifts my torso so the first man can strip my baby doll from my frame. The third man wastes no time divesting me of my panties. He rolls my stockings down my legs.

  “No matter what you wear, you’re more gorgeous without anything hiding you,” Rick whispers, his face inches from mine. I wish he were close enough to kiss while I revel in the firm press of thumbs along my spine and the light strokes over my ass, which migrate toward my feet.

  He shivers when one of the women attending him discovers the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. The adjustment he makes to his hips is a clear sign to us all that he’s aroused. He would remove his hand from mine to adjust the lay of his hard-on but one of the women anticipates the necessity.

  She strokes around the curve of his hip. I can tell when she cups his erection by the strangled groan that escapes from his parted lips.

  “I bet that feels good, Rick.” I squirm beneath the ministrations of my own attendants. “Her hand is soft and slippery.”

  “You may roll over at any time.” One of the women murmurs the suggestion.

  “Do you want her to touch your cock more?” I can’t remember why I thought I’d surrender power by letting another woman service him. She’s my tool and his pleasure is my goal. The bond we share isn’t diminished by including others in the circle of our passion. Instead it burns brighter, refulgent in the space we share.

  “I think I’ve created a monster.” A muscle in his jaw ticks. “I’m not going to last very long if you keep teasing me like that.”

  One of the men above me chuckles. “We can administer a little payback if you like.”

  “Please do.” Rick smirks then lifts his head so he can observe.

  Strong hands wander from their massage of my ass, along my inner thigh. A thick finger rubs at the entrance of my pussy. I moan and spread my legs just enough to give him room to maneuver.

  “That’s right, baby.” Rick dusts his thumb over my knuckles.

  “Turn onto your back.”

  “I will if you will.” He practically dares me.

  We move simultaneously. The careful motions of the attendants are easier to focus on from this perspective. They stroke us with light touches, gesture and chant with a calm surety that convinces me there’s more at work here than a simple caress of skin on skin.

  It’s more difficult to see what the women are doing to Rick, but his grunts, sighs and moans are telling. We snuggle closer until we’re able to exchange lingering kisses. A little awkward at first, given our positions, heads together but facing opposite directions, we quickly adapt since it allows us to sip from each other while the six attendants set our bodies on fire.

  My eyes roll when someone presses the knots from the arches of my feet then drains the tension from my ankles. Another man completes a thorough exploration of my breasts while the third rubs slickness over my mound and belly.

  Rick groans and tenses. “They’re stroking my cock, Sarah. And massaging my balls. It feels so good.”

  “Are you going to come for them?” I pant at the idea of his semen—released by the hands of a nameless, faceless woman—mingling with the oil on his flat belly, beading and rolling off of his greased skin.

  “No. For you.” He stares straight into my eyes.

  I’m sure now. I can do this. I can be what he needs, with him, in this place.

  “Let’s go back to the green room,” I whisper. “I want to see you fuck someone else. I have to watch.”

  There’s something about the idea that catches me. When we’re lost in the moment together, I don’t get to admire every nuance of his animalism. Seductive and powerful, I want to observe the power of his passion, knowing he’s mine and that we’re electing to explore this together.

  “It’s the same for me, Sarah.” He’s practically panting now, his face flushed. “I love to see other men, and women, worship you.”

  The masseuses retreat when we sit up by tacit agreement. They fade into the background, perfectly in harmony with our needs.

  Over Rick’s shoulder, I catch a glimpse of the couple from upstairs, idling off to the side.

  “I’m sorry,” Lysanne apologizes. “Is it okay that we observed? I hope we didn’t break any rules. We just… We wondered what it would be like.”

  I face Rick and smile. He nods. “That’s perfectly fine. Did you like what you saw?”

  I didn’t think it would be possible for her to blush to deepen but she proves me wrong. “Y-yes.”

  “Our offer still stands. You’re welcome to join us.” Neither of us move, as if afraid to spook the pair of newcomers, more innocent than Rick and I have ever been in our lives.

  Nikolaas lowers his head and whispers to his wife. She peeks between him and us several times before nodding. Niko presses a gentle kiss to her lips before leading her toward us. He pauses at the edge of the cushions then unhooks each tiny clasp on her corset one by one.

  I snuggle behind Rick, both of us sitting, my spread pussy pressed to his lower back. I snake my hand around his side then cup his thick erection in my palm. I stroke him so slowly it has to tease more than satisfy. “She’s quite pretty. I bet she’ll be soft and sweet when you push inside her.”

  I whisper, for his ears only. His cock jerks in my grasp, making him slip from my n
ow-greased fingers.

  Once completely nude, Lysanne turns to Nikolaas. Though shy with us, she is far from a stranger to his body. She strips his underwear from him with one quick movement that sets his cock bobbing. Not as large as Rick, he’s upholding his average tendencies.

  Together, they crawl toward us. They stop short by several feet. I slide from behind Rick, kneeling to the side so that I’m in front of Nikolaas and there’s nothing between Rick and Lysanne. From here I can detect her trembling. Without thought, I cross the space between us and wrap her in a hug. Our breasts press together, transferring some of the oil, making my skin glisten her pebbled nipples.

  “You’re doing great.” I tug on her fingers until she approaches my man.

  She waits for direction. I glance at Nikolaas, who is stroking his cock idly. No signs of hesitation mar his flushed cheeks.

  I take a monstrous breath then guide Lysanne’s hand to Rick’s abdomen. He shudders at the initial contact, his steely shaft jabbing upward when his hips flex.

  “Did I hurt you?” She would retreat if I let her, but I don’t. I trap her hand against his steaming flesh.

  “Not at all.” He groans. “Unless you count teasing me like this.”

  I grin. “Turnabout is fair play.”

  He beams up at me. “I knew I loved you for a reason.”

  We advance on Lysanne together. Rick lowers her gently to the mattress while I nudge her to her back. She doesn’t resist us for a moment. Together we cover her supine form. Rick wastes no time. He’s suckling her breasts before I can check in with her. No need to worry. She cries out then buries her fingers in his hair, impressing me with her ability to release the weight of her inhibitions and float on the rising tide of pleasure.

  I prop her head in my lap then motion for Nikolaas to join us. The instant he adds his mouth to the other side of Lysanne’s body, her cries escalate. I love the wonder in her gaze when she looks at me. Wide-eyed and eager, she reaches up and back to hold my hand.

  I cast a glance around the room, finding what I need within arm’s reach. Beside the row of oil bottles, a glass bowl holds dozens of condoms. I grab two and press one into each of the men’s hands.

  Rick doesn’t hesitate. He rips open the foil packet and sheathes himself as Nikolaas kisses a trail down his wife’s abdomen. While Rick prepares himself, Nikolaas readies Lysanne. He laps at her pussy, slicking her unnecessarily if the gloss of arousal between her thighs is any indication.

  I pinch my nipples, teasing myself as I watch Rick nudge Niko aside then notch the bulging head of his cock at Lysanne’s sopping entrance. He stares at me and I smile. I take a secret thrill from knowing this woman will never forget him and how well he is about to fuck her. An experienced lover like Rick will blow her mind. She’ll have him once, a special treat, while I can dine on caviar every night.

  It seems only fair to give her a taste of heaven.

  I nod almost imperceptibly at Rick.

  He drops low and twitches his hips forward, inserting his cock into Lysanne’s pussy. She must be tight since his penetration is slow and labored. Nikolaas slides his hand between Rick and Lysanne to rub her clit, speeding up Rick’s progress. Still he must stretch her to the bounds of comfort. She whimpers when he buries inside her completely.

  Full. On fire. Needy. I know what that feels like.

  I press on Rick’s shoulder. He doesn’t question my intent. Instead he rises up, still knitted completely but now sitting on his haunches between Lysanne’s thighs. Niko glances up at me, waiting for instruction. I dust his hand away from his wife’s pussy then shift so I’m kneeling over her face. I tip forward and lick the spot where Rick and she are joined.

  “Oh God!” she shouts when I flick my tongue over her engorged clit then alongside Rick’s shaft. He groans when the heat of my muscle compounds the silky fist of her pussy gripping him.

  As though he can’t stay still a moment longer, Rick withdraws a few inches then slides inside our acquaintance once more. He develops a pattern I complement with open-mouthed kisses on Lysanne’s clit. It isn’t long before she’s writhing beneath us, begging—for more or for mercy, I can’t quite tell which.

  My empty pussy aches. Watching Rick pleasure Lysanne has me trembling with need. I peer up from behind my lashes at the man sharing this moment with me.

  “Sarah.” Rick brushes my hair off my shoulders and into his grip. He uses it to tug my face in his direction. He bends to kiss me, long and slow enough to have groans raining on us before he separates us. “This isn’t your window. You don’t have to give all the time.”

  I blink.

  “Show us what you want.” He gestures with his chin. “Take.”

  I peek over my shoulder at Nikolaas. His cock is nearly purple where I catch glimpses above and below his shuttling fist. “Tell him to fuck me.”

  Lysanne moans below me. Her fingers reach up and spread my pussy. The cooler air on my moist flesh is a divine relief from my scorching desire. When the shock wears off, I hear the rip of a condom packet. A few seconds later, Niko is poised between my legs.

  “Do it,” Rick growls at the other man, surprising me with the tenacity of his command.

  Niko’s hands are rougher than I would have guessed on my hips. His tight grip thrills me. He reveals some authority of his own when he directs me. “Drop lower. I want Lysanne to eat you while I fuck you. I want you to come on my cock. You’re amazing. You deserve pleasure. As much as we can give you.”

  Lysanne’s lips cover me, mimicking my actions on her. Something in the skilled roll of her tongue over my clit makes me positive this is not her first girl-on-girl rodeo. Go, Lysanne. Niko complements his wife’s delivery of rapture. He rides me with more gusto than skill. The uneven lunges of his modest cock inside me are more than enough to dazzle me when paired with Rick’s litany of groans.

  Something about this taboo thrill guarantees Rick and I will seek out this experience again. The intimacy of my familiar lover blends with the new and untried aspects of a stranger. I am safe to explore and free to indulge whatever carnal craving arises.

  I look up and find Rick watching me. He fucks Lysanne like a madman now, drilling her with his sheathed erection. Still he never looks away from the site where Niko’s cock tunnels inside me. As if he can sense my attention, his gaze flicks to mine. He roars as our stares lock.

  In this moment, time suspends. I freeze and so does Rick. And in this singular instant I know, without a doubt, that this insanity we share is love. Perfect. Infinite. Indestructible.

  I rely on Niko’s banded grip on my hips to support me. I hold up my hands without breaking the motion of my mouth. With my fingers curved, thumbs touching on the bottom, I depict my love in the shape of a heart.

  Rick smiles then mimics my gesture, showing me his matching symbol.

  I gauge Lysanne’s escalating cries then suck on her clit, applying pulsing pressure she can’t resist. She screams and comes, the first domino in a linked expression of ecstasy.

  “Yeah. Fuck.” Her husband grunts as he fills the condom covering his cock, buried deep inside me. “Come on his big cock, Lys.”

  It’s not until I glance up again that Rick joins them. He buries his fingers in my hair, curses then explodes while fucking Lysanne hard and deep. I massage his balls as they empty with steady pulses.

  I hold the base of the condom covering him in place when he withdraws his cock.

  He tumbles to the cushions beside us, tugging me off Lysanne, gathering me to his chest.

  Niko holds out his hand to mirror the gesture with his wife. She shakes her head. It takes her several gulps of air to speak. “We didn’t make Sarah climax.”

  “Thank you.” Her generosity is heartwarming. “I’m fine. Honestly. Giving you pleasure, watching Rick take his, that’s all I need to be satisfied.”

  After all, I’m used to servicing customers. Sure, I share pleasure with some of them but certainly not all. It doesn’t make me love what I do a
ny less.

  “That’s not fair.” I like Lysanne’s stubborn streak.

  Rick adjusts his hold so that he can reach my pussy. He rubs over the slick flesh of my mound. “She’s right. We owe you better for taking care of us. Fuck, I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

  “Niko, I think you should…” Lysanne blushes as she realizes what she’s about to say. Still, I’m impressed with how far she’s broadened her horizons in one night. She straightens her spine then rephrases. “I want to watch you eat her p-pussy.”

  Rick holds me tighter. “I’d like that too if you’re game.”

  Niko looks to me then his wife, then back to me. He drops to his knees and slinks toward me. With one last glance at Lysanne, he whispers, “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She buries her fingers in his hair and jerks. His lips surge forward across the tiny gap between us. I gasp when he flicks his tongue over my clit.

  “Lick her whole slit,” Rick directs Niko. Good thing as I have no voice left. Three pairs of eyes study my every reaction.

  Lysanne lies next to me, her head on my chest to observe her husband at work. When I whimper, Rick joins her, except he fastens his lips around the nipple closest to him. Niko raises his head to survey the erotic landscape. “Lys. Do what he’s doing. I want to see you suck her tit.”

  She doesn’t hesitate. She latches on with more pressure than I would have anticipated. I’m sure this will not be their last encounter at the club. The exchange is bringing out sides of them both I guess they’ve kept hidden from each other far too long.

  With two mouths at my chest and one on my pussy, I don’t stand a chance at resistance. Six hands travel over any part of my body they can reach. One sinks between my thighs. Niko inserts two fingers in my tightening channel. My head falls back, exposing my neck. Rick pauses his assault on my chest to nibble a path up the column to my ear.