by Liv Bennett
“It is. Well, it was, but now I don’t feel anything for you.” I lace my hands together, tilting my head down to look at them, and realize I’m without a bra and my nipples are clearly outlined through the thin satin fabric of the dress.
He walks around me slowly, evaluating me, then stops right in front of me. “Don’t tell me it’s Ace.”
I remain silent. That should be enough for an answer for him.
“What? Did you fall in love with him in … what … two weeks?” he asks, laughing.
I’d laugh at myself if someone had told me I would, before I personally experienced it. But it’s true. Sort of. I’m not sure what I feel for Ace is as strong as love, but it’s there nevertheless and makes me feel disinterested in other men.
Zane lifts his hand, crooks the index finger, and runs it along my throat, and tilts my chin up. My skin tingles with his touch. Our gazes meet, and I feel his eyes sparkle. “That’s okay. I’m happy to help you realize your feelings for Ace are only temporary.”
“I really don’t want to have sex with you,” I whisper slowly, hoping his ego won’t be hurt. But what man’s ego wouldn’t be hurt after hearing those pearls of words out of a woman’s mouth?
“That’s a pity, then there’s really no incentive for me to change my original plan. Ace will just have to deal with the cock in his ass by himself.”
He can’t be seriously okay with a man’s intentions to try and rape his brother. There’s no way he is that evil. If he is indeed, it makes him drop lower in standing in my eyes, making it even more impossible for me to sleep with him willingly.
“Is that what you want, baby?” he asks. “Edward raping Ace? Don’t you think he molested him enough as a child? Will you allow him to take advantage of Ace again?”
“You knew he was being molested?”
“Of course I did. I witnessed it when we were kids. Edward made me promise not to say a word about it, but I told my mother anyway. She tried to protect Ace as much as she could, but Edward had his way around our house. He stopped only when Mom threatened him to tell everything to Michael. But I guess his obsession with Ace hasn’t diminished after all these years.”
“You can save him now. You don’t want him getting hurt. Do you?”
He shrugs, indifferent as if we’re talking about a random topic and not his brother’s dignity. “He was a kid back then, helpless and harmless. It’s different now. He is an adult, he can take care of himself.”
“No, he can’t. He needs your help. Please.”
“I don’t get into deals that I don’t get anything out of.”
Just like his father. “Your sister’s safety isn’t reason enough for you?” I ask. “Edward can hurt her before you know it.”
“Not if Ace complies with him, and from the looks of it he will. Sorry, but you’ll have to find another way.” He turns around, heading toward the door.
Oh my god. He can’t be serious. He’s bluffing to get into my pants.
Or?
Zane approaches the door and holds the doorknob. If he leaves, he won’t come back. He opens the door hastily and steps out. That doesn’t look like a bluff.
“Wait. I’ll do it.” I’ll fucking let you fuck me.
He turns around to face me, his eyebrows lifted. “I’m not sure if I want to have sex with a woman who’ll do it as a chore and not out of desire.”
“What do you want now?” I let out a loud breath to show my frustration and anger.
“I want you willing and aroused for me.”
“Okay, I will be.” I won’t be the first woman to fake an orgasm.
“Will you really be?” He closes the door when I give him a reassuring nod. I unlace my hands, letting my arms fall beside my body, and push back my shoulders to give him a clear view of my hardened nipples. He smiles at my attempt and walks back to me.
His hands lift and land on my stomach, slowly making their way up toward my breasts. I swallow hard, trying to hold back the feeling of disgust at the dangerous proximity of those hands to my breasts. His lips part while his eyes stare at my breasts. I’ll be lucky if I can go through this without throwing up. He smiles seconds before his palms cover my breasts like a bra. The fabric in between does nothing to ease the feeling of disgust rising in the pit of my stomach. I close my eyes to at least avoid the repulsive view of the lust brewing in his eyes. He pinches at my nipples so hard I scream from the pain of it.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” he asks.
My eyes snap open, and I can hardly move my lips. “Yes.”
“Look. I’ll know if you fake it, and the deal will be off as if we didn’t have sex. Do you really want me?” He flattens his hands on my breasts and moves them up and down.
Why do you have to ask? Just do what you want and get out of my life, you asshole. I don’t voice that thought and instead nod like a good girl.
“Does it turn you on to kneel in front of me and take my cock inside your mouth?”
I nod.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, it does.”
“You can’t fucking lie. But I see you’re trying. And lucky for you, I’m great in bed. So let’s give it a try.”
“What, here?” I ask.
“Did you want to go somewhere else?” His hands are still on my chest, kneading my breasts.
“Yeah, somewhere where Ace can’t see us.”
“Do you want to hide it from him? No, honey. Part of my satisfaction will come from the possibility that he’ll witness this. Perhaps you haven’t heard about the little incident that happened between me and Ace. He stole my girlfriend a few years ago. I watched him fuck her, and I’ll be damned if I let him get away with that.”
“But he had no idea she was your girl. She approached him first.”
“Doesn’t matter about the details. It still fucking hurts.”
“I can’t do anything with you, knowing he can burst in at any second,” I admit.
“Oh, he will burst in and try to get you away from me. But you’ll stay and let him watch while my cock drives you to your orgasms. That’s what this whole deal is about.”
“You’re a sadist.”
“So?” He lowers one hand down to my belly and lands it on my mound. “I want this moist and climaxing. Here and now.”
“This is insane.”
“Do we have a deal or not? I don’t have the entire night.” He crooks his fingers and cups my sex through the skirt of my dress and I flinch back.
I’ll let him have sex with me while I fake an orgasm. Yes, I can handle that and more if it’ll save Ace from Edward’s plans.
I reach up and wrap my hands around his neck to pull him in for a kiss as an answer. I can do this. I was preparing to have sex with total strangers. Zane is nothing compared to the horror of being fucked by Demyan in front of half a dozen spectators. Zane is no stranger to my body. Closing my eyes helps in addition to my self-suggestions to push down the lump of disgust in my throat.
I should remember the excitement Zane’s presence stirred up in my body that afternoon. I desired him not long ago. I can desire him now too. My skin should sizzle with his touch, his kiss. Oh, shit, he’s sticking his tongue deep inside my mouth without any warming up. His torso is pressed against me, and I can feel his hardness between us. My heart races, but for all the wrong reasons. There’s no way I can bite down my gag reflex. I jerk back, pushing him away from me, and cover my mouth, trying to inhale deeply to calm my stomach.
“You gotta be kidding me. This can’t be happening,” Zane yells.
“I’m so sorry.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, embarrassment stopping me from looking up at his eyes.
“The deal is off. Find someone else to save your boyfriend.” Zane swings around and leaps toward the door.
Oh, God, what do I do now? How can I make it better? There has to be a way. Suddenly an idea pops up in my mind, and I run and stand between him and the door before he can reach for the handle. “Please, giv
e me some time.”
His jaw tightens. He shakes his head now, his expression cold and menacing.
“You want me to orgasm, don’t you? Is that what you want? You want me to cum while having sex with you?”
He rolls his eyes, I guess, for stating the obvious. “It’s too late.”
“Give me another chance. It’ll be fantastic.”
“I doubt it.”
I start toward him until our bodies touch, lift my hands up on his torso, and stand on my toes to move close to his mouth. Our lips brush when I say, “You’ll have me soaking wet and crazy for some hard, sweaty sex.”
He takes a sharp breath and then exhales it through his lips, radiating warmth to my mouth. I lick my lips and leave a soft kiss on his. It’s not too bad. Not stomach-churning like his forceful tongue down in my throat. “Give me a sec,” I say and reach for the phone attached on the wall beside the door.
I sense Zane eyeing me suspiciously as I talk to the boy at the front desk, “Hi. I’m at the Summer Suite. Can you send Laila over, please? Tell her Seven needs her help.”
“Laila?” Zane asks. I can see he’s astonished; his eyebrows lift and his jaw drops. I surprised myself too. Of all people, Laila will be my savior through this Zane challenge.
“Laila,” I repeat.
“I’m not fucking another woman.”
“You won’t be.”
I start toward him, working hard to recall the emotions running wild in me for Zane, before Ace claimed them all for himself. Establishing he’s a good-looking man isn’t hard at all. Tall, masculine, powerful, with daring green eyes and teasing lips. He had pleasured me with those lips to my utmost satisfaction. He forced an orgasm out of me with ease. Why shouldn’t they work their magic now too? All I need to do is focus on Laila while Zane takes what he wants from me.
He’s unsure and cautious, not risking touching me for fear of inducing another urge to throw up out of me. I should be glad that he’s not forcing me into it like the way other men would do. He wants me to enjoy it as much as he will. That in itself is both good and bad. Good, because I won’t feel like I’m being raped; bad, because he will use it to hurt Ace.
Inhaling a long, deep breath, I resume my hands back on his chest, aware that now there’s no going back. Zane will have me and most likely Ace will witness it. Oh, God, I can live with the having-sex-with-Zane part, but I don’t know if I can live through seeing the letdown on Ace’s face if he sees us.
Zane studies my face with wonder as if he has seen me for the first time. “I’m not sure if it will work.”
“Why shouldn’t it? You, me, and another hot girl. Weren’t you the one who suggested having me with one of your girlfriends? This won’t be any different.”
The hardness on his face is slowly replaced with his patented ‘Let’s get physical’ expression, the side of his lip curling up, his eyes narrowed, promising all the dirty things he’ll do to me.
A knock on the door, and I find myself hurrying to open it. I shouldn’t think of the upcoming minutes as horrible or there’s no way I can fulfil his requirement and the deal will go off.
Laila stands at the doorway wearing a black lacey robe. I can see the outlines of the bra, panties, and the garter belt. To be honest, I can’t wait for her to get rid of the robe and explore her body.
She smiles a beautiful, friendly smile and winks at me. “I’m glad you wanted to see me again.”
I guess I was the only one denying her effect on me, and I’m grateful she’s not repulsed by my special interest. “Thanks for coming. I assume you know …” Shall I introduce Zane with his name or his nickname?
“Big Boy.” Zane comes forward and catches her hand to kiss it. Oh, he’s going to enjoy Laila too. “I saw you before, but never had the pleasure to introduce myself.” The hungry way Zane eyes Laila tells me I’ve just discovered the antidote to his promiscuity.
“Laila.” Laila giggles softly and fluffs her hair behind her shoulder with a quick move of her hand.
I scan the suite to locate a stereo and push the play button. As a soft, sensual tune starts, Laila walks in the middle of the room with all the self-confidence a beautiful woman can have and shrugs out of her robe. The bra, tight against her breasts, makes them double their real size, but it’s the garter belt that’s making my heart hop. It’s a four-inch black lace that starts right above her ass crack, and the thong she’s wearing is a thin line that’s lost between the round cheeks of her ass. A sight to behold both for men and women.
Zane walks behind her, like a tiger after his prey, and settles on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide apart for us to see his hard-on bulging through his slacks.
“Why don’t you lose that dress too?” Zane asks me, and I find myself not really bothered by the prospect of getting naked in front of an audience. All thanks to Laila, I assume.
Both Laila and Zane watch me intently as I unzip my dress slowly and turn my back against them so they can enjoy the full assets of my buttocks. Zane must be comparing my ass with Laila’s. I’m not sure whose he’ll choose if he had to. He’ll probably go with both.
Since the dress is tight around my body, it takes some time to peel out of it. When it’s finally tossed on the floor, I cover my naked breasts with my hands and turn to face Zane. I’m only in a black thong and black pumps. No high-thighs or garter belt to tone my body, but Zane looks at me with the same appetite as he has Laila. He points at my arms, telling me to reveal my breasts without words. I shake my head playfully and walk in slow steps toward them.
Laila reaches out for my hands and pushes them down. I feel heat surging toward my face with shame when she runs her delicate hands on my nipples. So different from the rough touches of a man. I feel moisture pooling up between my legs as she plays with my breasts. I can tell she’s enjoying it too.
I seriously don’t want her to stop massaging my breasts, but she does. She drops her hands to grab mine and lifts them to her own breasts hiding behind her bra. When I feel the fullness of the round globes beneath my palms, I finally grasp the obsession of men with breasts. Pulling down her bra, I roll her nipples between my fingers and watch her moan and throw her head back with pleasure.
“This is so much better than I expected,” Zane says a few feet away from us. “Come here,” he orders, and Laila slips her arm around my waist as we walk to Zane. I help Laila out of her bra and the panties, but she keeps her garter belt and the nylons on. Zane pushes his knees further apart and pulls me between them, my sex toward him. Slowly he pulls my panties down and runs his thumb from my mound down my clit to my entrance.
His eyes widen as my wetness covers the tip of his finger. “You’re wet all right.” He grins up at me and sticks his tongue out to moisten his lips. Laila stands by my side, very close to me. I dare not turn to face her for the fear of getting kissed by her. I enjoy her sensuality, but I’m not sure about sharing a kiss with her.
Zane pulls my hips closer to his face and I know what’s coming. A part of me wishes to put an end to this charade, but the other part demands to re-live the forcefulness of his lips on me. His lips touch me first, capturing my clit. Before my body can even register the shock of his rough mouth, he digs his finger into my core, earning a moan from me.
Laila’s hands on my breast and back boost the intense feeling exponentially. She leans in and brushes her lips against mine, kneading them softly, gently and occasionally licking them with her tongue. Again, it’s very different than a kiss from a man, but my brain is slowly shutting off to get into details of a comparison as my sex is roughened up by Zane’s finger and lips.
I find my hand grabbing Zane’s arm to push him deeper inside me and hear him laugh against my flesh. I’m allowing another man inside my body and enjoying it shamelessly while loving another man. What does that say about me? No. I can’t allow logic to rule me, or Zane will notice and drop everything. This isn’t for my pleasure although I’m enjoying it. It’s for Ace. For his safety.
> Just when Zane picks up the speed of his finger inside me, he withdraws it out of the blue, and pulls back. My body moves forward to him in response to get his hands and lips back on me, but in vain, because he’s looking up at me and shaking his head teasingly. I hate being played like that. He wants me to orgasm but denies me one when I get very close to it.
Laila pulls back too and kneels down in front of Zane to help him out of his shirt and pants. She’s a pro at not letting her emotions get ahead of her to allow all parties to enjoy each other.
Now fully naked, Zane leans further back on the bed, resting on his elbows. His long cock is a menacing sight, but arousing too, to my utter astonishment. Now the memories of it sliding into me in my apartment come back with vivid details. It’s sick to think of him sexually while my heart belongs to his brother. I’d stop everything this very minute if he let me go.
“Sit on it,” he says, and for a second I’m confused if he means Laila or me. Laila moves ahead and straddles him, her back against him and her face toward me. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her sex gliding forward and backward against Zane’s long cock.
“You’re good,” Zane spanks Laila’s back and grabs her hips to move her faster against his member. Laila moans, biting her lower lips.
“Lick my balls,” Zane orders, this time clearly for me. I’ve never been fond of licking a man’s balls, but at least his are shaved. I kneel in front of them and place my hands on his thighs and dig my head down. The scent of Laila’s sex hits my nostrils, and I notice the wetness on Zane’s cock. She runs her hands through my hair as I start licking Zane’s balls. They’re very dry and like I expected, not really enjoyable to lick.
Zane lifts Laila up holding her hips, and I watch as the head of his penis sinks inside Laila’s vagina. She doesn’t take all of him inside at first and just continues teasing herself with the head for some minutes. Zane doesn’t look like he can hold out for her to play another minute and pushes his hips up so his penis is buried all the way inside her. I have to move a few inches back to give them space as Zane fucks her. This is the second time I’m witnessing Laila having sex, and both times with men that I enjoyed too.