by Mika Lane
“A sex club? Like where people sit around having sex?” she asked.
“Something like that. Some people watch, some perform. It’s whatever you feel like. And always consensual.”
She looked out the window at the red light where we were stopped. At this point I didn’t care if she was into it or not, just as long as I could get her naked, and soon.
Then she turned back to me. “Is it safe? I mean, will you stick with me?” she asked.
I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Will I stick with you? Hell, yeah. Just try to get rid of me.”
She reached across the seat and took my hand.
“We could do that. I mean, I’d like to try it,” she said.
“If you don’t like it, we’ll leave right away,” I offered.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
There were several sex clubs in Manhattan just like there were in every major city, and I’d been to a few of them with various kinky girlfriends. But never with someone as beautiful and elegant as Nara. And never with someone who I was as determined to keep all to myself.
I had the limo stop at the end of a block, and we walked back a few addresses until we landed in front of a plain black door that blended in with the rest of the building. A large bouncer stepped out of the shadows, looked us up and down, and let us in.
We entered a long, dimly lit hallway. At the end, a costumed woman waited in what looked like the ticket booth of an old movie theater. As we got closer, she smiled and slipped a few condoms onto the counter. Nara looked surprised but slid them into her skirt pocket. I paid the admission charge, and we were buzzed in. I could barely walk with the huge erection I’d already sprung. There wasn’t anything sexier than the thought of fucking Nara in front of an audience.
Chapter 27
Nara
Holy shit, I was in a sex club. I’d heard of places like this and had friends who’d been to them, but I’d never had the guts to go myself. Well, I’d never had anyone to bring me to one, either. But something about Brodie felt so safe, and it didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell. If I hated it, we’d just leave. Easy.
After passing through two massive security doors, we entered a swanky lounge area with a dozen people perched on sofas and chairs, chatting and drinking cocktails.
I leaned close to Brodie’s ear. “What’s going on here?”
He leaned back toward me. “Most people kind of need a warm up. They want to talk to other folks, see if there is anyone they want to play with.”
I held his hand tightly. It was my first time after all. “So everyone pairs off?”
“Some people stick with the partners they came with, and some get into swapping.” He pulled me close. It felt seriously good. “But I plan to keep you all to myself,” he whispered.
Hell, yeah.
We went to get a drink from a curvy bartender wearing a pink merry widow attached to garters and stockings, and theatrical makeup along the lines of Cirque du Soleil. The perfect look for a sex club, I figured. I wanted an outfit like that.
She tilted her beret-covered head and looked us up and down with what I was pretty sure was approval.
“Two champagnes,” Brodie told her as he handed her a couple twenties.
“Coming right up,” she said with a big smile.
Seconds later, we had ice-cold bubbly in our hands. I was kind of nervous and sucked mine down in half a sip. I’m pretty sure Brodie sensed my nerves, because he led me to a sofa in a quiet corner.
“Let’s just watch the scene for a bit,” he said.
I couldn’t believe I was there. I wanted to play it cool, but really felt like jumping out of my skin.
I had to say, the other guests were for the most part very good-looking—fit, well dressed, and classy. Would I see anyone I knew? God, I hoped not.
We watched for a while. Two hunky fireman-like men took a woman up some stairs. She looked pretty damn happy. Couldn’t say I blamed her.
“Where are they going?” I asked Brodie, tipping my head toward the threesome.
“Probably to one of the playrooms upstairs.” He turned to look at me. “You like that? Two guys?”
I looked around the room, and when my gaze returned to Brodie’s, it was clear he was waiting for an answer.
“Um, yeah. I suppose.” I’d certainly thought about it before but had never pursued it. I mean, what do you do, put an ad on Craigslist and say you wanted a threesome?
Actually, that probably was what people did.
“Will you be okay here if I run to the restroom?” he asked me.
Ummmm…
I smiled brightly. “Of course. Just don’t forget about me.” I laughed bravely.
He bent to kiss my temple. “Be back in a flash.”
I went to take another sip of my champagne and found the glass nearly empty. I’d better slow down.
I leaned back on the sofa to take it all in, and a woman plopped down beside me. She was beautiful in a Cleopatra-sort of way, with black bobbed hair, blunt bangs, and heavy eye makeup.
I wondered if I could pull off a look like that.
“Hi,” she said, hand extended. “I’m Aimee.” There was the slightest slur to her words.
I took her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
She leaned too close. “You’re awfully pretty.”
I thanked her.
“Would you like to go upstairs and play around?”
Not only had I never been to a sex club, but I’d also never messed around with a woman. This might have been a night of firsts, but one thing at a time please. I inched away from her on the sofa—somehow, she’d gotten even closer in the minute since she’d sat.
“Uh, well—” I sputtered.
“Excuse me, miss. Mind if I sit by my friend, there?”
Brodie!
Her eyes widened at the sight of him.
“Sure thing,” Aimee said. “I was just keeping her company.” She stood on unsteady feet.
“Talk to you later,” I said to her.
“Okay, see you guys around.” She wandered off.
Brodie turned to me, his handsome face amused. “Look at you. I leave you for five minutes, and you have someone picking you up already.” The desire in his eyes was equaled by the massive hard on tenting his trousers.
I laughed. “Well, seeing as this is a sex club, I suspect it’s not that unusual.” The throbbing between my legs suggested the decision to join him tonight was a good one.
“Did you like her?”
I looked right at him. “Yeah. I did. She was hot. A little drunk, I think. But hot. Do you think I could pull off a look like that?”
“Shit, you could pull off any look you like. And do it a thousand times better.”
I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Okay, Mr. Hotel. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
He stood, extending his hand. His fingers dwarfed mine and were oh-so warm.
I followed him up the stairs to where I supposed the magic all happened.
* * *
The playroom was even more sexy than the lounge area. Filmy curtains hung floor to ceiling and fluttered with the movement of people walking nearby. Large sofas and round mattresses were scattered about, covered in soft, plushy fabrics. Most people still wore their clothes, probably because it was early in the evening.
What I really wanted to see was the woman who’d gone up the stairs with the two men.
Where were they?
“You good? You okay with this?” Brodie asked, squeezing my hand.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “It’s very cool.” I was staring. I couldn’t help it.
We made a lap around the floor. In one corner a woman sat on a big cushy chair with her dress pushed up to her hips. A man knelt before her, his face buried between her legs. He must have known what he was doing, because the look on her face was pure ecstasy. She reached for his head and pulled him deeper, tossing her own head back and forth. Sh
e bucked her hips and released a moan that made me weak in my knees. It was as if by watching her, I was experiencing her orgasm, too.
While I stood there, watching, Brodie pressed his lips to my neck. My skin exploded in goosebumps from his surprise attack. I turned to him, planting my hands on the sides of his gorgeous face. He was prickly from not having shaved since morning. I couldn’t wait to feel his rough skin burning the inside of my thighs.
It was so naughty. And thrilling.
Just then, one of the billowy curtains floated aside, catching my eye. There, behind it, were the two men and the woman I’d seen downstairs.
Whoa.
The woman lay on her back with one of the men positioned by her head, his cock thrust in her mouth. The other man had one of her thighs draped over his shoulder, his hand invisible beneath her skirt. From the noises she made, I think it was safe to say his fingers were inside her, giving her the pleasure of her life.
“Hot, isn’t it?” Brodie murmured in my ear.
“Um…yes,” I swallowed, feeling dry. “Could we get another drink?”
“Sure, baby.”
His arm tightened around me, and we walked to a small bar in the corner where he ordered us more bubbly.
I leaned against the bar for support and realized perspiration was running down my temples. I was woozy from the warm room, my heady voyeurism, and the promise of oh so many things…
Chapter 28
Brodie
One of the hottest things I’d ever seen was the gorgeous Nara Kincaid walking around a sex club, taking it all in and apparently loving it. And I wasn’t the only one enjoying watching her. She’d been turning heads since she’d arrived. I was impatient for the moment I could run my lips over every inch of her body, but I was following her lead. If she wasn’t completely comfortable, it wasn’t going to be fun for either of us.
We’ve all had sex, sure, and some of us have had a shit ton, like I have. But a setting where people are having sex out in the open, where you could put on a little show yourself—that was something different altogether. It brought sensuality to an entirely other level if you were up for it. And, it seemed Nara was.
“You doing okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, continuing to look around with heavy-lidded eyes. We hadn’t started anything, and yet her nipples were rock hard and her lips engorged, begging to be kissed.
Being the nice guy that I was, I obliged by gently backing her against a wall and brushing my lips over hers.
I lifted my head. “You know how hot it makes me to see you watching all this fucking? And knowing you’re loving it?”
Her breath hitched. I’d nailed what was running through her head probably better than she would have been able to.
“And I’m hard, baby,” I told her.
Damn if her fine hand didn’t reach down and grab my cock through my trousers. Her head fell back against the wall, eyes closed, while I moved my kisses to her bare throat. Slowly—in case she wanted to stop me—I began to undress her right there in view of the whole club. It was all I could do not to whip out my cock and start stroking it.
“Brodie,” she whispered.
I put my hands on either side of her face. “Yeah?”
“I want to…” She licked her lips.
“What, baby?” I whispered in her ear.
“Let’s get naked,” she murmured. Her eyes reopened, focusing on an unoccupied sofa on the other side of the room. She took my hand and led me to it.
I sat while she stood in front of me, swaying to the slow, sexy background music. I put my hands on her hips, and she placed hers over mine. She looked like a goddess with her hair swinging over her unbuttoned blouse.
I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. The length of her blouse covered most of her, but when I ran my hands up her thighs and to her ass, I realized she was wearing only a tiny silk thong. I clutched her ass cheeks and pulled her so close I could smell her sweet pussy.
I pushed the blouse off her shoulders and took a quick look around to catch the admiring glances from other guests, both male and female.
She reached to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and in a swift movement slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of the tangle of clothing that had puddled at her feet. She stood before me in nothing but her shoes.
Holy mother of god.
Her skin was silky and heated. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn she had a fever. But it was just the headiness of the club. As I reached to caress her breasts, she took a step toward me. Raising one foot onto the sofa next to me, she spread her legs enough to give me perfect access to her beautiful pussy, like a gift.
I slid my tongue into her pretty slit, and she shivered hard, her head dropping back. Just below the tiny triangle of hair on her mound, I spread her open to find her glistening and erect clit, which I flicked with my tongue. She found purchase by gripping my hair. This was a ride that she was ready to go on.
I burrowed my tongue in her, my fingers opening her more, and she tilted her hips to increase the pleasure. I wanted to devour her whole, but forced myself to slow.
I skimmed two fingers along the length of her swollen lips, up and back. She rocked on my hand, moaning. Entering her first with one finger and then the other caused her to clench her strong muscles. She gripped my hair harder, and when I looked up for a moment I found her trembling. She was close, and I needed to give her everything she craved.
I set to work, fingers banging her pussy, my lips closed over her clit. Her hips thrust in time to my pumping, and in seconds, she stiffened. Her pussy throbbed around my hand as she reached her orgasm moaning, all breathy and sweet, with pleading noises escaping her parted lips.
She collapsed on the sofa next to me as she took one of my fingers to taste herself, unselfconscious about our surroundings.
“You were so wet, baby,” I murmured, kissing her.
“Brodie?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Do we still have the condoms they gave us at the front door?”
“Right here,” I said, producing one.
She took it from my hand, and freed me from my trousers. She carefully rolled it down over my cock, which was now begging to explode.
She straddled me on the sofa, lowering herself to rub my head on her sensitive clit. I grasped my cock and looked up at her.
“Ready, baby?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she breathed, and lowered herself until she engulfed the head. Gasping, she dropped further until she stretched to accommodate all of me. I was buried up to my balls, my hands on her ass cheeks, letting her take the lead. From her position above me, she had perfect leverage and ground herself on me until her pussy clenched again.
“I…I’m coming…” she murmured weakly.
That was it. I was done. I couldn’t hold on any longer and exploded in her tight, wet heat with a groan that turned at least a few heads. I held her hips and pounded her, thrusting my cock up and down inside her. We were lost in a manic craving for release and blood roared through my ears as I called her name. I was left shuddering violently, sweaty, out of breath, and amazed that I had somehow found her.
Chapter 29
Nara
I barely remember leaving the club or getting home. When I woke up the next day in Brodie’s loft everything was sunny and white, as if I were in heaven. And I definitely had been the previous night when Brodie and I had not only fucked with a fury I’d never known was possible, but in a public place, too boot.
I had no idea what came over me there, but the atmosphere of open sex had been a powerful aphrodisiac. It was all so massively empowering. I couldn’t really even think. All I knew was I wanted Brodie inside me.
Pushing myself up in bed, I realized his side was empty. I got up and peeked over the loft railing. Below, he was having what sounded like a business conversation.
“I mean, yeah. If the investors wanted me in San Francisco, I would
n’t be opposed to moving there. I love the place. And I have faith that my general manager here in New York could keep things moving forward. It would take me a couple weeks to close up things here, but I could be out there pretty quickly…”
Holy shit? He was leaving New York? And he hadn’t even told me.
Never even mentioned it.
I found my clothes and pulled them on as fast as I could. They were wrinkly from having been stepped all over the night before, but I had no time to go home to change. I had to get to the office to iron out the last of our software issues before our next beta meeting. And I wanted to get the hell out of Brodie’s bed—fast.
Good thing I wore pretty much the same thing every day. No one would know any different.
I heard Brodie coming up the steps to the bedroom, so I ducked into the bathroom where I found a new toothbrush and tidied up. Luckily, I kept a makeup collection at the office, so I could pretty well hide up the fact that I was doing a major walk of shame.
“’Morning, baby. How’d you sleep?” he hollered through the door. I could hear him riffling through his closet, no doubt planning his perfect master of the universe outfit.
What was up with freaking moving to San Francisco? But I wasn’t going to ask. If he wasn’t going to volunteer that he was about to hightail it out of town, I wasn’t going to be the neurotic chick who gave him shit about it.
Who cared anyway? I’d only been on a few dates with him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone bailed on me after I put out. I rushed out of the bathroom to avoid conversation. Grabbing my shoes, I ran down the stairs.
Brodie called after me, “Hey, where’s the fire? Nara? Can I have the limo take you home?”
“No,” I called up the stairs. I leaned against the wall to pull on my pumps. “I’ll grab a cab. Talk to you later.”
I let his heavy apartment door slam behind me and hustled down the hall as fast as my heels would let me. As luck would have it, a cab was passing by that I jumped into before Brodie could follow me down to see what the hell was up.