Wicked Secret

by Sawyer Bennett

  Her eyes drop, and all I see are those long lashes fluttering as she drags in a shaky breath. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  Her confession fucking turns me on. I suspected it, but I love knowing it and how it affected her so deeply. “I could tell. Let me take a guess… You had the best orgasms of your entire life, right?”

  I didn’t think it was possible, but her face turns even redder as she shakes her head in automatic denial. “No. No way.”

  I can’t help but tease her. “Come on, Leighton. Tell the truth. You’re not some fragile Catholic schoolgirl who got busted peeking at her daddy’s porn magazines.”

  Leighton’s eyes fire hot. “Fine,” she snaps. Throwing her arms out wide, she exclaims, “It was transcendental what my body did last night. Is that what you want to hear? It was awful and wonderful at the same time, and I loved every minute of it.”

  Grinning, I surprise the shit out of her by giving her a swift kiss. “Glad to hear it. Because we’re going back tonight.”

  “No,” she shrieks. “That’s not me. One time, okay… fine. It was an experience. But I don’t do stuff like that.”

  “You do tonight,” I murmur. “I’ll pick you up from the hospital.”

  She shakes her head again. “But I don’t have anything else to wear. That was my one nice—”

  “Doesn’t matter,” I say calmly, despite being heavily amused at that lame excuse. “No matter what you wear, it won’t be on your body for long.”

  “No, August.”

  “Yes, Leighton. I’ll pick you up at the hospital. We’ll grab something to eat, then we’ll hit the club. So just say yes.”

  With a resolute tilt of her head, she firmly states, “No.”

  I step closer, my hands going to her waist. Dipping my head, I angle my face and trail my lips over her neck. “Say yes.”

  She exhales a stuttering breath. “No.”

  “Say yes,” I demand, sinking my teeth into her neck and making her jerk.

  “Yes,” she gasps, and I want to howl in triumph.

  Pressing a kiss to where my teeth just were, I murmur, “Good girl.”

  I then pull away from her, make a cup of black coffee as if nothing just occurred, and head back to my room to take a shower.

  CHAPTER 16

  Leighton

  God, I can’t believe I’m here again.

  I can’t believe I let him talk me into returning.

  I can’t believe I gave in.

  Oh, who am I kidding? I wanted to come because I want to be with August again. I would have gone anywhere with him.

  For some reason, he’s not in a hurry to go to The Orgy Room. Or any other room beyond the front bar area. We’re on our second drink. Admittedly, the alcohol is helping. I’m not as high strung and tense as I was when I first came in about half an hour ago.

  Since we’ve arrived, August and I have maintained a steady flow of conversation, mainly about Sam. We talk about our son a lot, the one thing we share that makes us happy. It’s the one thing August and I have deeply in common for which we will always be united against the world.

  Which is why I am shocked when he changes the direction of the conversation by leaning closer and murmuring, “We need to have a serious talk, Leighton.”

  I blink, wondering where this is going. He sounds so serious, which makes my hackles rise a little.

  “I want you to be okay with being here,” he states solemnly.

  “What do you mean?” I reply with a nervous giggle. “Obviously, I’m okay to be here.”

  I’m not, but I need him to see me as brave. I came willingly, didn’t I?

  August shakes his head, his eyes filled with wisdom. “You need to accept there is nothing wrong with coming to a sex club. There is nothing wrong with letting yourself go sexually. What happens in here is between you and me. Doesn’t matter who is watching. This is your moment, Leighton. Be free. Allow yourself to experience the height of hedonism. Give yourself permission to do it without feeling an ounce of guilt because no one in here is going to judge you.”

  An immediate weight lifts off my shoulders as I digest his words. No one here is going to judge me. I have the right to experience this.

  I manage a tremulous smile, but movement behind him catches my eye. I can’t help the tiny gasp as I take in the incredibly gorgeous man strutting our way.

  Tall, suave, and dressed like ten million bucks in a charcoal silk suit. Even as I take in his dark hair styled in waves swept away from his face and silver blue eyes, I can’t help but notice every woman turning his way to stare with appreciation. August twists to see what has caught my attention before quickly bringing his gaze back to me. “Nice-looking guy, huh?”

  Flushing, I shrug almost guiltily. “He’s okay.”

  August chuckles knowingly. I can’t help peeking over at the man, who, to my surprise, seems to be headed straight for us. He comes up behind August, eyeing me over his shoulder.

  August knows he’s there because I’m staring at the man with wide eyes. He throws a casual thumb over his shoulder. “Leighton… I’d like you meet a buddy of mine, Declan Blackwood.”

  Declan Blackwood?

  I know that name. It’s August’s friend who loaned us his private plane to get Sam. Declan moves from behind August to hold his hand out to me. I feel like I’m in a dream as I reach my own out and he pulls it up to press a quick kiss to my knuckles. “Pleasure to meet you, Leighton. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  I hastily pull my hand away and look to August, wondering exactly what he’s said to this man. Did he tell him what we did in here last night? Does he know my sexual fantasies contain a threesome, and I apparently like my ass played with? The thought horrifies as well as titillates me, and I feel so confused over these conflicting emotions.

  “I invited Declan to join us,” August says pointedly, and my eyes flare.

  “Join us?” I reply shakily.

  August gives me a soft smile. “You were watching that threesome last night after we fucked. Figured you might want to try that, so I decided to give you the opportunity.”

  My head whips toward Declan, my face burning like someone pressed hot irons to each cheek. His stare is intent, and explicit images flash through my brain of what I watched those two men do to that woman last night. Those men’s faces are quickly replaced by August and Declan’s as I think about what they could do to me. Could I take both at once? Can my body even accommodate that?

  If I have to be honest, I’ve thought a lot about the things I saw last night and the idea of two men using me for their pleasure—incidentally giving me pleasure, too—is a thrilling prospect.

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” I say honestly as I look up at August. I don’t bother glancing at Declan as I voice my fears. He’s irrelevant, actually. There’s only one person in this club I choose to put my trust in, and it’s August. Even though he has a deviant, kinky side and wants me to explore mine, I know he’ll never do anything to put me in a position where I could be hurt.

  Physically or emotionally.

  To my surprise, August chooses to offer me a moment of tenderness. His hand comes up, palm pressing to my jaw. He rubs a thumb over my cheekbone. “You can take us however you want, Leighton. Whatever happens between the three of us is by your choice only. If you want us just to touch you, we’ll be fine with that. If you want us to fuck you vanilla style, we can do that, too. And if you want to try to take us both at once, we’ll give it a try. You can stop us whenever you want to.”

  I consider this. It sounds like everything is by my rules alone. I’m in control.

  August adds, “But whatever you choose to do, I want you to do it with the same level of fierceness by which you’ve parented our son all these years. Everything you’ve ever done for him, I want you to put the same level of determination and focus into taking something for yourself. You deserve this, Leighton.”

  There’s probably not anything else he could’ve
said to me that would’ve convinced me to move forward. That level of validation coming from a man who thinks I made the ultimate mistake by keeping Sam away from him still thinks I’m a damn good parent, and it’s all I need to hear.

  I smile, shooting Declan a side glance before I say, “Let’s do this.”

  After we finish our drinks, I’m led, somewhat in a daze, by August and Declan into The Silo. It’s a circular room with smaller, glass-enclosed rooms around the perimeter. We utilize a rear hallway to enter one of the spaces, and I’m immediately relieved when Declan pulls the curtains over the glass walls so we are not on display.

  Giving me an empathetic smile as he loosens his tie, he says, “Your first threesome should be a private affair.”

  My first? Will I be doing this again? I had thought that—like with what I did with August last night—that this would just be an experience. But am I starting a whole new sexual lifestyle?

  No answers come to me because I’m immediately discombobulated by both men removing their clothes. I can’t help but stare even though my modesty wants me to avert my gaze. They are both stunning specimens of what the perfect man should look like. Honed muscles, tight abs, and beautiful cocks neither one seem embarrassed about stroking once they get naked.

  As if in silent agreement, they both move in on me. Prowling. Closing in tight, overwhelming me between walls of muscle and masculinity. Their hands work at my clothing, and I close my eyes. Rough fingers skim over my body, lips touch me in various places at the same time, and the knowledge it is two men kissing me causes a ripple of pleasure to pulse between my legs.

  A mouth closes over mine, a tongue sliding inside my mouth, and I immediately realize it’s not August even with my eyes closed. I know the way he kisses and the way he tastes. I remember it from all those years ago.

  My eyes fly open, but Declan doesn’t care. He just kisses me more deeply. I’m shocked when his hand goes between my legs, causing me to groan deeply.

  August presses in behind me, then his hand joins Declan’s. I don’t know where one starts and the other ends. Fingers press into me—is it both men at the same time?

  I’m embarrassingly wet, making their entrance into me slick and easy.

  Overwhelmed with the intensity of what they are making me feel, I can’t even concentrate on kissing Declan anymore. Instead, I let my body sag into August’s. He easily holds me up in his strong embrace while my clit is stroked and more fingers fill me up.

  My first orgasm hits me by surprise. I jerk and writhe between the two men who have sandwiched me between their bodies. Still, their fingers do not give me any respite, continuing to stroke and fanning the fires of lust brighter and hotter than before.

  I’m moving, pulled like a rag doll toward a raised dais with a mattress swathed in ivory silk on top. Declan sits on the edge, spreading his legs wide, and August pushes me to bend over the seated man. I don’t even think—just wrap my hand around the base of Declan’s thick cock and then it’s in my mouth. He puts one hand on my head, pushing his fingers through my hair and gripping to help ease me up and down on his shaft. Leaning back, he groans as I work him over. I feel deliciously dirty having a man who I just met less than half an hour ago in my mouth while another man—whom I’ve been in love with my entire life—watches.

  August is still behind me, his hands on my ass. I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my wet entrance as he slowly slides into me. He’s a big man, just as Declan is. August fills, then starts to pump away inside my body while I suck his friend’s dick.

  “You are so goddamn sexy, Leighton,” August groans as he thrusts slowly in and out of me. “Watching you take my cock while sucking another man off… God. Such a dirty girl. I love it.”

  His words are like an aphrodisiac, and I shudder as he rubs my own hedonistic freedom in my face. He plunges deeply into me. My second orgasm is a lazy rumble up my spine, causing me to gasp and lose my hold on Declan.

  “Fuck,” Declan praises, looking past me to August. “She’s so responsive.”

  They’re talking about the two orgasms they already banged out of me, feeling proud of themselves, and we’ve barely gotten started. I feel somewhat proud myself.

  I’m also feeling like a limp rag doll, so I make no protest when I’m moved again. August pulls me upright while Declan scoots to the center of the mattress, pausing to roll toward the bedside table for a condom.

  Condoms aren’t anything August and I have ever talked about. It hits me that perhaps we should have, but I think I just inherently trusted him to do right by me. Because I’m on the pill, I’m not worried about pregnancy. He certainly hadn’t used a condom while riding me doggie style just now, but Declan is apparently going to. There is something about him putting one on while August refuses to that seems proprietary to me, which strangely appeals. It’s validation that even though August is sharing me with another man, there’s a line Declan can’t cross.

  August releases me and goes to the table as well, pulling out a bottle of lube. He flips the cap with his thumb, then puts a knee onto the mattress to lean in closer to Declan. I’m entranced by the two men… one on his back and the other perched on the edge near his hip. Both sport huge and monstrously hard erections.

  I almost combust when August drizzles a bit of lube onto Declan’s condom-covered erection, then uses a hand to stroke the other man a few times.

  I’ve never seen a man touch another man like that. A strong, hetero male stroking another is perhaps the most arousing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. August reaches out to me, encouraging me onto the bed. “I want you to fuck Declan. Get on top, Leighton, and ride him.”

  This is it—where I decide how far I’m willing to go. The mere fact he’s urging me on top of Declan tells me that August wants my ass tonight. And I think I’m ready to give it to him.

  I do as he says, releasing his hand and crawling up the length of Declan’s body. His silver-blue eyes flash as he watches me, lips curled in a lazy smile.

  August watches us with feral, hot eyes, his body taut with anticipation. He bites into his lower lip as I straddle Declan. When I take his cock in hand, guiding it to my entrance, August softly encourages me. “That’s it, Leighton. Take it all for yourself.”

  I can’t help the moan that slips out as I slide down Declan’s thick shaft, bottoming out until I’m pressed against his pelvis. Declan isn’t shy in the slightest. His hands come to my hips, guiding my body into a slow rolling undulation on top of him. I expect August to position himself behind me, but he crawls on the mattress and moves closer to us. One of his hands goes to my lower back, slides in between my ass cheeks, and starts rubbing against my tight hole. My eyes about cross from how good it feels. His other hand goes to my stomach and inches between my legs, his fingertips pressing onto my clit as I ride Declan’s cock. The pressure he puts on it is intensified by the glide of Declan inside me, and my third orgasm builds and builds until I can’t contain it anymore. I set it free with a shriek of ecstasy, my body splintering into a million lovely pieces.

  August chuckles, praises me with words that seem unintelligible because that orgasm caused my ears to ring, and then he’s gone.

  Declan urges me to move faster, and I’m having a tough time concentrating. August’s hands on my ass reorient me, and I become hyper aware of where he is.

  Spreading my ass cheeks, he dribbles lube between them. I tense slightly, feeling the blunt tip of his cock press against me. Going utterly still, I grit my teeth, knowing some pain is part of the game but wanting the feeling that comes after the pain more.

  Declan starts moving, driving his hips up.

  I can do nothing but feel Declan inside me while bracing for August’s invasion.

  I exhale a long breath as he presses his cock into me. It breaches the tight ring of muscles with no hesitation, and I’m grateful it’s not drawn out. There’s a burning—a flash of pain—that’s quickly forgotten as I can feel August claim my ass inch b
y delicious inch. When he’s fully seated—when I’m completely stuffed full of him—his large hands curl around my hips and hold me pressed tightly to him for a moment. “Are you okay?”

  I nod, unable to form words.

  “Hang on then,” he murmurs reassuringly. “This may get intense.”

  There are no words to adequately describe what it feels like to have two men moving inside your body at the same time. There’s a flash of jealous pain that courses through me as I realize Declan and August are moving in such perfect symmetry there’s no doubt they’ve done this together many times before. It means I’m probably nothing special to either, but I’m never going to let them take away the fact that this moment is special to me. Because my body has never felt anything so deliciously pure and wicked at the same time. It’s a feeling I know I will want to replicate again, and I imagine it’s much the way an addict feels when they get that first flush of high from whatever their drug of choice is.

  My fourth orgasm doesn’t come quickly, but it’s only because August and Declan don’t let me get there right away. They keep their movements slow and measured. If one senses I’m getting close, they back off. There are times where I feel like I’m going crazy with need, yet they keep my release just out of my reach. Sometimes, Declan just lays there and lets August work on my ass. Other times, August presses in tight and lets Declan fuck me from underneath.

  It’s only when I’m begging them to please let me come that they start moving together with purpose. Deep strokes meant to elicit a focal response from me.

  When I lose it—my last hold on reality bursting apart at the seams with my orgasm—I can’t stop the tears of pure joy that slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I scream. It’s not something August can see since I’m facing away from him, but Declan reaches up and drags a thumb over my cheek, clearly fascinated by my tears. I can only hang on as both men let themselves go. After a few more deep thrusts, both roar out their own orgasms.

  ♦

  On the drive home, I enjoy the silence, reliving what happened in the club. Replaying every dirty moment without an ounce of regret. My body was mastered by two men tonight, and I was given the best lesson ever about guilt-free pleasure.