by Robin Leaf
That means I should take one for the team.
That thought excites me… probably more than it should. I don’t think too hard about why that is.
“I’ll do it.”
Jason turns toward me, looking at me in the eyes for the first time since I arrived. His mouth turns up at the corners.
“I kind of hoped you’d say that.”
Well, that surprisingly ratcheted up the excitement… a lot. Not sure why.
I cross my leg over my knee. “I’m curious, Bud. Why do you want to do this?”
He looks down, probably wondering what he should admit. I wish he knew that he could tell me anything and I’d never judge him.
“Ever since you mentioned how you like being watched…” He shifts a bit in his chair. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it.” He grunts and looks down. “I’m hoping this will get it out of my system.”
Get what out of your system?
“Okay, but you have to know it might make it worse.”
His eyes raise to mine, giving nothing away.
God, I want to ask him something, but I’m not sure how well it will be received. I know his father’s exploits have done a number on him, so I know he has to have questions about himself. Is that it?
“Can you admit what you need to get out of your system?”
Because if it’s your sexuality, this won’t help.
The look he shoots me tells me he’s not going to answer honestly.
“I’m hoping I can watch and satisfy my curiosity of what it will be like to be in the room while other people have sex.”
There’s more to this story, but I don’t want to upset him by asking.
I smile and raise my eyebrow. “Will you… get involved?”
“No, but I might make suggestions.” He smiles again. “I hope that’s okay.”
Hm. Actually, that sounds fun.
I nod. “Fine. Count me in. I just need to know where and when.” I move to stand, but he leans over his desk to hold up his hand, stopping me.
“Wait,” he sighs again, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks so serious, even more so than asking to watch me have sex. “You won’t mind if I…” he looks down. “I mean, I don’t know if I can do that in front of… but I might need to…”
Jason has always been awkward talking about sex. My guess is that he’s not comfortable with the topic because of his dad, but he might not be terribly experienced. Since his scare with his last girlfriend, I know he’s steered clear of women in general… except for his Darla, who’s not been more than a friend because, according to Jason, she’s only into women.
I chuckle. “I have no problem with whatever you will do while I fuck some random woman in front of you, Jason,” I say in a joking tone, hoping to lighten his mood. I need to let him know this is perfectly okay. “What the hell are friends for?”
He relaxes and smiles.
A thought pops into my head. Since he’s on the fence about the clinic, this might push him over to the side that could save him.
“Tell you what. In return for me agreeing to this, you agree to go through the medical evaluation to see if you qualify for the Swiss Clinic’s clinical trial.”
He stands and holds out his hand for me. “Deal.”
Well that was easy. He must really want this to happen.
Just wish I knew why.
Twenty
Jason opens the door to the suite he procured for the big event at the expensive hotel in the heart of San Francisco. I look past him to see a woman in a black and pink dress standing by the bar. I’ve never really been attracted to many red heads, other than Julia Roberts, of course, but this one is really cute, kinda earthy and sultry.
“Do you have it?” Jason asks.
“Test results for both of us,” I smile.
While Jason submitted to his medical evaluation, I went with him to get a thorough STI check. He signed a release for me to be able to pick up both sets of results.
His are sealed, and I didn’t peek.
“This is just in case she asks to see them.” He talks to me but keeps his eyes on her. “I really need to insist that you don’t kiss her.” He locks eyes with me. “Anywhere.”
Well that’s weird.
“That won’t be a problem. Kissing is too personal,” I say, stealing a line from the chick flick Charlene insisted we watch the night before I left for SEALs training. Looks like tonight, I will get to live out all those Julia Roberts call girl fantasies it inspired. I just have to channel my inner Richard Gere.
“Would you like a glass of wine,” she asks with a slight shake to her voice. She’s nervous, and it just amps up her cuteness. After downing a whole glass of wine herself, Jason walks over to her and takes the glass from her. They have a whispered conversation right before he rests his lips on her temple.
Shit. I have a sinking feeling I know who this chick is.
I watch her shake her head and smiles at him, saying “I’m good.”
“Please, go stand in front of him,” Jason requests.
Jeez, even in this situation, the man is monumentally polite.
He moves to the chair situated in front of the bed, close enough to see, but not too close.
I watch them lock eyes. The way they both look at each other… I knew it. She is no random woman. He looks at her like she is the sun to his universe. She looks like she can finally see him for the first time.
Fuck.
“Please,” he requests again, removing his jacket and sitting down, loosening his tie.
I smile at her, hoping that I don’t give away who I suspect she is. She returns it, but her eyes seek out Jason.
“Turn to face me, D,” he commands, and my heart stops.
D.
D for… This… this is his Darla.
He wants me to fuck the woman he loves… the woman I now can see loves him.
He wants to watch it… get off to it.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I can’t… I shouldn’t… I have to, because if I don’t… Jesus. He will find someone else.
I have to protect him.
Can I really do this?
I catch his eye. Shaking my head, I ask, “Are you sure?”
He nods, pleading with his eyes.
Dammit, I know if I stop now, he’ll find someone else, and that opens up the same problems I thought of before. He trusts me enough to do this… I just don’t want him to hate me.
I genuinely like Jason. And unfortunately, I’m the only person he can count on. He has no one else who knows his medical history except his mother… the same mother who chose to stay with a monster of a man rather than protect herself and her child from his verbally abusive and neglectful ways. Nope, she just joined her husband in the Jason neglect.
He really does need me, and honestly, I need him, too. Not just for the business partnership… He’s one of my best friends.
Maybe if I start, he’ll stop me. He’ll realize that he can’t watch her with another man. I’ll make him so jealous, he’ll want to push me out of the way and take over, and I’ll have done a good thing.
God, why am I so turned on right now?
I can play this off like she’s just a random woman… one of those at the club. I won’t let him know that I know who she is.
I reach for her zipper, glide it down, and push the dress off her shoulders, unwrapping the gift meant for Jason.
Black lace, pink ribbons, garters, stockings… she looks like a pin up fantasy.
“You’re breathtaking,” Jason tells her.
I watch him as he looks her up and down. He looks hungry, like a man starved to taste a long-awaited meal. How he has this much restraint, I’ll never understand.
“The way he looks like he wants to devour you is so fucking hot,” I whisper in Darla’s ear, but I’m unsure if she hears me. The way she stares at him…
He needs to stop me before I cross a line.
I pull her to me, gri
nding myself into her sweet ass, daring him.
He just smiles. “Please remove her lingerie, but leave on the stockings and shoes.”
Well, this ought to do it. Getting this girl naked should make him so crazy, he’ll want her all to himself.
I know I wanted no one to see Cristiana’s beautiful pussy; I wanted it just for me. Except now another man gets to see it. Feel it. Taste it. Be inside it… God, if she was not with him, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be with her, and Jason would…
Dammit, be in this moment, Noah.
I remove her corset, baring her to him and letting him look before I do. He should get to see her first. Rosy pink nipples stand at attention, wanting him, not me.
She wants him, not me.
Next, I peel down her panties, kneeling down to help her step out of them. As I stand, I gather some of her wetness from between her thin thighs and drag it up her torso to her nipple, circling it. I throw a challenge to my friend, sucking the trail off the nipple meant for him.
“Damn,” I tell him, “she’s sweet with a touch of saltiness.” I have tasted only one sweeter… what is it about the sweetness of forbidden fruit? “I can’t wait until he tells me to eat you properly,” I whisper just for her, thinking that maybe if we have a secret, it’ll drive him crazy. Then, maybe he’ll stop me.
She groans, falling back into me, meaning she liked it. He commands her to tell him what I said, and she does.
Fuck, this isn’t working. He isn’t stopping me.
Why isn’t he stopping me?
She starts removing my clothes slowly, putting on a show for him, while I continue to watch him. He shows nothing but eager fascination. No hint of jealously or anger. I don’t get it.
I feel a nip on my nipple, and it brings me back into the game.
“D,” he says sharply, “underwear, too.”
She glances up at me. “He’s so bossy.”
She’s so cute in her moment of defiance, it makes me chuckle.
She begins working my underwear off, causing my cock to spring free. I watch Jason, hoping one last time that if she’s this close to my dick, he’ll shut this down.
I cannot lose Jason as a friend because he was too stupid to stop this, which means I have to do it.
The word, “stop,” is on my tongue, ready to be issued. Since he won’t, I should.
When her tongue licks the tip of my cock, I hiss.
“You liked that?” she asks, looking up to me with deceptively innocent eyes.
I cup her cheek. “Yes, a lot.”
Just say it, Noah. Stop this…
She swirls her tongue teasingly a few more times before Jason issues his next directive.
“D, take his cock between those beautiful lips. Suck him slowly.”
No. Say stop. Dammit. Why can’t I say the fucking word?
Talk to him. Tell him this is wrong. Explain…
By God, she does what he asks. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so amped up from this scenario, or if it is her wicked mouth, but I find myself singing “The Star Spangled Banner” in my head to stop myself from going off like a rocket down her throat in the first thirty seconds.
“How does she feel?” Jason asked.
“Amazing,” I pant. “Not gonna lie, her mouth is…” I stop talking and hiss. “Shit, this is the best…” I throw my head back and thrust forward, giving him a show, hoping he’ll put a halt to this and take my place. “…ever.”
And so wrong. I’m turned on by the wrongness, and what does that say about me?
When her hand goes exploring… up to the place no one has ever touched, I feel my balls tighten.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to the little minx.
“What?” Jason demands.
“She is going for my asshole.”
“If you don’t like it,” Jason says smugly, “tell her.”
“I love it. But if she goes there, I’m going to come right now.”
“Should I stop?” she asks, smiling devilishly, pumping my cock slowly with her hand and licking up the underside.
“Yes, please, stop.”
Yes. Stop this madness. Stop it all.
Jesus Christ, just… walk away, Noah.
I have to give her props, and maybe make Jason a little crazy in the process. “Damn, woman. I’ve never wanted to come in less than a minute from just a blow job.”
“Did you enjoy watching?” she asks Jason, wanting his approval.
He leans back, almost laying down in the chair. Damn, his cock is at full mast; I never knew he was that… Well let’s just say I’m impressed.
“I think he did,” I answer, turning her to face Jason.
No, you’re supposed to walk away.
But, God help me, I don’t want to.
He directs me to handle her tits, which I do, loving watching him watch me. He wants it rougher, so I comply with that request, too. He wants me to play with her pussy, so I slide my fingers over her clit, making her wild, watching him wish he was me, yet still not stopping me.
It’s so fucking hot.
He speaks to her, and honestly, I’m surprised. Hearing him be so demanding and in control… calm and assured, I’m kind of proud of him. Still, I’m not sure how to feel about how much I want this.
I challenge myself to make her come as many times as I can. My personal best from a woman is three. I think I can top that.
I watch Jason watch my hand enter her. At the club, I spent time with a woman who taught me how to use my hand to get a woman off in a nanosecond. Darla does not disappoint, having what looks like a level three orgasm, one I help her ride through.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Jason breathes.
I hope it was so amazing that he is finally satisfied. So now, he will stop me.
I keep breezing out, not wanting to remember much from this night. It feels… wrong. He directs, and I comply, just wishing he would stop this insanity so I can stop feeling guilty for enjoying it.
Okay, next step is to eat her pussy, and that should cross the line. If I say it, he’s bound to finally put the brakes on this.
Why do I hope he doesn’t?
Something about this… being instructed to service a woman by the man who loves her… it’s so intimate and hot. It’s the ultimate test of trust and love. They have it, and they included me in their trust circle. As I’m tongue deep in her pussy, the realization hits me that this not at all about me; I’m doing this for the two of them so they can be close. He trusts me enough to use me to show his woman how he feels because he simply can’t. I’m honored, sure, but I’m also a little pissed. I’m his sexual conduit… the second string… his Cyrano.
Not to mention this will become a potential shit storm.
“Shit, Jase, I’m gonna…” she says to him, unaware she just said his name. And she comes, more powerful than the one before it, but still not the one I’m searching for. I keep up what I’m doing, seeing if I can get one more. She doesn’t disappoint.
“By my count, that’s already three orgasms, D.” Jason tells her, palming his cock over his pants. “But I want at least one more. This time, from his cock.”
I help her up and move her to the side of the bed. She watches me roll the condom on, which is really the only time she has kept her eyes my direction at all, and she never really looks at me.
Jason instructs her to face him on all fours.
I take a second to admire her on display.
“You should see this view.” I say to him, hoping it will at least get him up and participating. Maybe if he’s here with us, I’ll not feel like such a dick. “It is beautiful.”
He never takes his eyes off hers. “I like this view.”
“And I really like mine,” she says to him, which prompts him to run his hand over his cock. “That’s really fucking sexy.”
I run my dick through her slit slowly, aligning it with her opening.
“You ready?” I ask, looking at him pointedly. You sure, I mouth to hi
m, giving him the final opportunity to tell me “no” before I fuck the hell out of his woman, the only one he has ever loved.
There’s no turning back after this.
I will always be the one who fucked her before he did.
I will always have filled her first.
I will always be the one who made her come before he did.
I hope we all can live with that, because there’s no way I’m stopping now.
God forgive me.
I hope I can forgive myself.
He nods, and I slam into her almost brutally. She cries out, and I watch him. His eyes flare, anger or excitement or envy, I’m not sure which.
I like it.
I pull back slowly and slam again… and again, each time the same flash of twisted emotion shows on his face. He unzips his pants, loosening the constrictive fabric from his cock.
I begin to really move, punishing Darla for Jason’s transgressions… for trusting me to fuck her… for liking it. I caress her back in apology, but continue to crash into her relentlessly. I smack her ass just because I want him to feel it.
“Ah, yes, fuck her, just like that,” Jason begs, right before he reaches inside his pants to stroke himself.
This is the part I like about someone watching me… how what I do affects others. I don’t have a need to be watched. I don’t make it a habit to watch others masturbate, but when those get driven so crazy watching what I’m doing that they cannot help but relieve the pressure, touch themselves? It’s empowering. One expects people to touch themselves in a sex club, but here… watching a man who is very reserved about sex reach inside his pants and do this, especially knowing we’re watching, because of what I’m doing to his girl?
“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” escapes my mouth, and I’m sure she hears me.
“I need to see you inside her,” Jason moans. “Show me.”