by JA Low
“Isla, it’s a little awkward for us to be in a sex club with you,” Finn adds.
Isla walks up to Finn and pushes her finger into his chest. “Then you can fucking leave, you are a member, you both can come anytime you want. But for me this is my one and only night. So you either stay and see something you might not like or you can both fuck off.”
I have never seen Isla so angry before.
“Fine, I’ll go,” Oscar says. “Finn, stay, keep an eye on her. Make sure no fuckers mess with her, okay.” Finn nods in agreement, but Isla is shooting daggers at her brother as he walks toward the entry and disappears through it.
“Okay, now that matter is over with, let’s get our freak on,” Derrick cheers.
“I’m sorry, this is awkward,” I mention to Vanessa when I am able to get a moment alone with at the bar. Those big green eyes stare at me; I can see her cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.
“It’s no different to coming home and seeing it.”
Her barbed quip hits me squarely in the gut. “I said I am sorry, Ness, for all that shit.”
Vanessa’s shoulders sag in defeat. “I know.” She takes a deep breath, turning her body toward me. “But like I said, it’s not so easy to forget sometimes.” And with that she moves away from me.
Damn it, I am just going to have to make her forget.
***
“Chris, you haven’t played at all tonight,” Axel states. “Everything, okay?”
We are currently on the voyeur level where we watch an orgy taking place. Normally I can feel some kind of movement downstairs, but tonight nothing, my dick is on hiatus.
“It’s Vanessa. I can’t stop thinking about what she is up to.”
Axel nods. “Thought that might be the case but just so you know she has only been watching scenes, I haven’t seen her participate in anything, yet.”
I turn to my brother. “How do you know this?”
He chuckles, “I have been following her for you. I knew you would be worried. I care about her as well and I know you would have hated seeing her with someone else.”
Sometimes my brother is kind of all right. “Where is she now?”
“She’s on the floor walking around the open viewing rooms, go find her before someone else does.” I give him a nod. “Oh and Chris, let me know if you want to share again.” He gives me a smirk.
I flip him the bird. There is no way in the world, if I ever get a second chance with her, there is no way I am sharing her. “Hell no! One time deal only remember.” He just smiles and tells me to go find her.
Moments later I find her watching three men in one of the rooms playing with each other. Slowly, I walk toward her so I don’t spook her. She barely registers me when I stand beside her lost in the action going on in front of her.
“Does this turn you on?” I’m curious to see what she says.
“Yes, I think it’s hot,” she answers without even looking at me.
“What do you like about it?”
“The fact that three hot guys are fucking each other.”
This makes me chuckle. “Does it turn you on knowing that they like you watching them, that they are performing for you.”
She intakes the smallest of breaths and I notice her cheeks are flushed. She is turned on. Shit, my dick twitches to life, finally. Vanessa’s concentration is still stuck on what is happening in front of her. I move back behind her, one hand rests lazily on her hip the other on the window of the room we are watching.
“Christian,” she scolds me but doesn’t move from my embrace.
“Shh, let me enjoy watching you watch them.”
Vanessa let’s out a heavy sigh and continues watching what is happening between the three men.
A few moments pass and I notice the slight movements she is making, trying to stem the ache that I know is happening between her legs. I work up the courage to push the boundaries a little with her. Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, “An ache has started between your legs. Your skin feels like it is on fire, every nerve ending has come alive. Am I right?”
Vanessa let’s out the barest of moans and nods.
“If you were at home right now you would have your hand down your pants, circling that aching little bud, wouldn’t you, angel?”
Vanessa lets out a whimper as she nods her head in agreement.
“You like watching these men together don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I remember what turns you on, Ness, this exact scenario does it for you.”
“God yes,” she moans as the men continue their playing.
I press myself against her. “Do you need some help, Ness? I bet your clit is throbbing as we speak.” I press myself into the curve of her backside.
Vanessa doesn’t answer me but she doesn’t push me away either.
“I can help, Ness,” I whisper into her ear. Her face turns slightly to mine and her steady breath has slightly increased. “You can watch them while I help relieve the ache that’s building between your legs.” I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Fuck, she is so turned on. “Let me help you.” We stare at each other for what feels like hours, I can see a multitude of emotions fly across her face.
“Only because I am so turned on that I can’t think or see straight, I need something…” Her words trail off as she is distracted by the scene again.
“I understand what you need, I can help you, Ness.” She gives me the barest of nods, giving me permission to play with her. My lips touch the sensitive skin of her neck, her throbbing vein pulsating against my lips as I suck against her heated skin, she audibly gasps at my contact. My hands follow the curvy path of her body, over her hips and down toward the hem of her dress, which sits about mid-thigh. Moving under her dress, my hands find the scantiest bit of fabric covering her. I can already feel the heat radiating from her. “Spread your legs, angel and let me get to work.”
She does as she is told, moving her legs fractionally wider for me, never letting her eyes fall from the erotic scene before her. My knuckle skims the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness. “You really are aching, sweetheart.” My fingers slip underneath the fabric and sink into her wetness. Vanessa let’s out a moan as her teeth sink into the bottom of her lip. “Eyes on them, Ness. Whatever you do, do not stop watching them.” She groans again as I start slowly pumping into her body, her tightness engulfing me. “Look at the way he is fucking him, the look of pleasure on his face as the other man takes his hardened cock in his mouth, look at them, Ness. Look at how much pleasure they are enjoying.” I push a second finger into her. “Do you want to hear what they sound like?”
“Yes,” she groans.
I turn on the microphone switch to the room which sits beside the door and the sounds of slapping flesh, moaning and groaning fill our little empty corridor. “Listen to them, Ness. Listen to the way their flesh sounds against one another.” I notice that now she can hear them she has closed her eyes. My fingers are still working her, moving back and forth. “Listen to their pleasure.” The moans increase with the quickening thrusts of one of the men.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Vanessa let’s out the faintest of replies as my hand quickens in time with the man’s thrusts. Her cunt tightens around my hand and I know she is close. One man explodes with his climax. He lets out a loud moan as he fills the other man with his come. Moments later, another climax as another man comes in the mouth of the man being fucked from behind. Soon Vanessa joins them in their chorus and comes all over my hand, her forehead sagging and pressing against the cool glass. The men continue playing with each other as Vanessa comes down from her orgasm. She pushes my hand away from her which annoys me. Turning around, she presses her back against the window, those jade green eyes sparkling. Grabbing my hand that was inside of her she guides my fingers to her mouth and sucks herself off them. Shit, it is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, my dick is ready to burst.
“I think I want to see more,” she p
urrs at me.
“With me?” I want to double check that she is comfortable with me, I cross my fingers and pray that she does. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me to her, her hand running through my hair, her warm breath on my face.
“I want to go into one of those rooms, I want people to watch us. I want to put on a show for others. Knowing that they are getting hard over watching us is fucking hot.” Her lips press against mine as she talks. “I want people to see how fucking hot we are together; I want women to envy me as you push your cock into me. I want men to wish that it was their mouths wrapped around my nipples.”
Fuck me dead! I am going to come in my pants if she keeps talking like that to me.
“One night, Chris. I want one night of wild abandonment. I want to forget about everything except pleasure.”
“Your wish is my command, V.” With that, I lead her away to fulfil her fantasy.
I can’t believe I let Christian do that to me, but that scene was so hot and I needed relief. Now that the lust has subsided I am worried that I might be leading him on as he holds my hand and leads me to one of the voyeur and exhibitionist rooms. Thankfully the hallways are dark and people can’t see my face.
Don’t you think the time for embarrassment is over, you just let Christian finger bang you in a public hallway while you watched a threesome, then requested he fuck you in front of people.
We stop and Christian swipes his card against the security door, we enter into a huge room, it looks like we stumbled onto the set of Cleopatra, everything is gold, there are even hieroglyphics on the wall.
“This is one of the themed rooms, it’s the Cleopatra suite,” Christian explains.
Looking around the room there is a large king size bed, a couple of large chaise lounge beds as well and a curtain that runs from one side of the room to the other. My heart starts to beat rapidly, shit, what the hell was I thinking?
“Ness,” Christian calls from behind me. “Do you still want to do this?” he asks, walking around to where I am standing staring at the golden curtain. I’m sure that just behind it there are people eager to see what is going to happen in the room.
I try and swallow but my mouth is dry. “I need a drink,” I stammer.
Christian rushes over to where there is a hidden kitchen, reaches into a bar fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. I take it from his hand and take a large gulp of the refreshing water.
“Are you okay, Ness?” Christian asks, watching my mini freak out. “Because we don’t have to do anything. I never expected you to let me get that close to you ever again so I am happy to call it a night, we can walk out and head down to the safe room and talk or dance, whatever you want?”
My eyes finally meet his, he gives me a weak smile. Damn he looks good, dressed in a white button down shirt and dark denim jeans, his light brown hair pulled up into his trademark man bun. The dark circles look like they are still there but not as visible, he’s even shaved tonight as he isn’t as prickly like he usually is. Those whiskey colored eyes stare at me with such uncertainty. I should be more pissed at him, no I am, but there is just something about Christian Taylor that is so far embedded under my skin that I can’t seem to let go of him. I put down my drink on the side table and walk the couple of steps toward him.
“Do you like this sort of stuff?” I question him.
He frowns for a moment. “What, sex?”
I roll my eyes at him. “No, voyeurism and exhibitionism? Is that what you come here for?” I ask, because I realize how well I know this man standing in front of me but also realize that I don’t understand why he comes here?
“Yes, Ness. I love the feeling I get when I am with a woman and there is another man on the other side of that window and he wishes that he was me, that he wishes his tongue was lapping at her sweetness, that his cock was plunging into her and that her screams were for him. That to me is a very powerful aphrodisiac, Ness.”
I cross my legs because my body most definitely appreciates that imagery.
“But, what about you, Ness. Why are you here?” Christian asks me.
My mouth feels dry again, “I’m here…” I try to find the right words to explain to him why the hell I ended up at a sex club. “Honestly, I was trying to get over you.” Quickly I cover my mouth because that was not at all what I wanted to divulge, especially not to him.
“Ness.” Christian’s voice is low as he takes a couple of steps toward me. “Why?”
My heart is racing now, my face feels like it is on fire, this was not the place that I wanted to have a deep and meaningful conversation.
“Because you hurt me, because there was a part of me that wanted to come here and fuck as many men as I could right in front of you. So you could feel exactly how I felt walking into our home.” The tears start falling down my cheeks. Who the fuck cries in a sex club? Christian’s strong arms surround me, holding me tight. I hate that he is seeing me so vulnerable, he is supposed to be seeing me as a cool and confident woman who doesn’t need him in her life, who isn’t affected by him. My emotions had other ideas. I thump against his chest “I hated it. I hated seeing it. I hated you,” I confess.
“Let it out, Ness. Yell, scream, say anything you want to me and I will take it, I deserve it.” He lets go of me and takes a step back, giving me space. “Punish me, Ness, if it’s what you want and need?” His eyes flick to a wall of sex toys, then back to me. My heart is almost beating out of my chest. I walk over to the wall, eyeing all the instruments. I have no idea what half of this stuff is or what you’re supposed to do with it. I find a riding crop; this I know what to do with. I spent my childhood riding horses on our property, so I am familiar with this. Turning and feeling the leather in my hands, I notice that the golden curtain has been pulled and I am shocked to see faces staring back at me. Then I look at Christian.
“I have closed off the sound so the people watching cannot hear, I also locked the door indicating that we don’t want anyone to join us.”
I relax a little as I twist the implement in my hands.
“You can say whatever you want to me and no one will hear it but me.”
I look around the room again taking in its richness, my attention falls back onto Christian. “You can safe word at any time, V, and everything stops,” Christian reminds me.
I nod in understanding. “I want to control things tonight. Are you okay with that?” I know how much Christian hates not controlling situations but I am hoping tonight he will give that to me, I need it.
“Yes, Ness. I am all yours.”
Fuck, that thought alone made my panties wetter. “And you will do anything I say no matter what?” I just want to double check.
“Yes, of course. I can always safe word out of a situation, so I am sure.”
I let the tension that had filled my body relax by his answer. “Take off your clothes,” I command. Christian undresses himself ever so slowly, kicking his clothing to the side. My heart is racing but I feel kind of powerful, this beautiful man is standing before me, naked, his beautiful cock standing to attention. Fuck, how I have missed it. “Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the window, but do not look at anyone.” Christian nods and does exactly that, his taut white ass staring at me. I bring the riding crop up and hit him ever so slightly, my hands shaking by the situation. “That was for being a dick to me.” His ass tenses at the tiny sting of the crop. I lift it up again and bring it down, this time harder and the sound reverberates in the quiet room. “That was for refusing to deal with me at work.” The sound of the crack and the pink tinge coating his tight ass makes me feel powerful. “That is for punching Darcy.” This time it was harder and the sound louder, but still Christian takes it, my eyes look up and catch the curious faces in the crowd, I can see people are in various stages of undress, some people are kissing, some people are just watching. I bring the crop up again and down hard against him. “And that was for fucking other women in front of me.” Christian’s ass is now bright
red and I feel a little guilty for it. “Shit, Chris. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, I just…” I throw the riding crop to the side.
Christian moves from the window and looks at me. “Do you feel better?” he asks. My eyes flick down to his still hard cock then back up to his handsome face.
“Yeah, I kind of do, but I also feel guilty for hurting you.” And I’m not just talking about the riding crop either. My emotions have bubbled to the surface and I don’t think I can push them back down again.
“We hurt the ones closest to us.” Christian gives me a weak smile. “I am willing if you are—to put the last couple of months behind us once we leave this room tonight. I need your forgiveness, Ness. I am so fucking lost without you, I can’t sleep, I’m not eating right, I don’t even feel like making music. My world has dimmed because you’re not in it anymore.”
My heart skips a beat by his words.
“I fucking miss you so much, Ness, and I will do anything to have you back in my life. I mean I let you flog me, naked, in front of a room full of strangers.”
This makes me giggle.
“So that goes to show that I would do anything to get you back, to say I’m sorry. I need you, Ness, so fucking much. I feel a part of me is missing and it hurts, I am so sick of it hurting.” I see his pain. I am over this goddamn rift between us, I want my best friend back. That’s when I launch myself into his arms, surprising the people watching us, they are probably expecting us to be fucking now but this is so much more intimate than that.
“I’ve missed you too,” I mumble into his neck, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Thank fuck.” His hold tightens around me and we stay like that for several moments. I’m sure this is quite boring for the voyeurs out there but I don’t care. My eyes catch Derrick’s in the audience with his bar friend and I have a cheeky idea.
“Chris?” I unfold myself from his arms.