by Fiona Cole
Watch With Me
Fiona Cole
Copyright © 2020 by Fiona Cole
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Also by Fiona Cole
Watch With Me was originally published as a Bedtime Story in the KU Korner. This is the short story that started it all for Olivia and Kent. You can read their full story, packed full of tension and heat, in Liar.
Chapter One
Olivia
“It’s on you if you get caught,” Jackson warned. “My name better not pass your lips if your uncle finds out you snuck into Voyeur.”
“He won’t find out. No one but you knows me here.”
He gave me with a warning look anyway before opening the back door and looking side to side to make sure no one was around to spot us. They were strict with their memberships here and even Jackson wouldn’t have been able to get me through the front.
“I’m serious, Olivia. I’m not your captain and I’m not going down with your ship,” he said, holding the door open to allow me through.
“What did Oaklyn say anyway to convince you to sneak me in?” I asked, staring at his broad back as we walked down the hallway toward the music.
“That she was tired of watching you mope around after you caught your boyfriend cheating on you, and you needed a night in a different scene.”
I scrunched my nose up at the mention of Aaron. I caught him in the library stacks with his head buried between some girl’s legs.
Thankfully, we rounded a corner into the main area to distract me from that image.
The room looked…normal. I didn’t know much about it. My dad always shut my uncle up when he began talking about his business and Oaklyn was very mum about her time here. I guess in my mind I’d pictured something more lewd, erotic, or lascivious. Instead, it looked like a normal trendy bar.
It was dim with a long bar along one wall, a sleek seating area and a dance floor with a DJ. The only difference was the employees in classy lingerie or guys without shirts. Enticing the patrons to pick them for the night.
“Listen, Olivia. No watching. It costs money that you don’t have, and I won’t swing that for you. You stay in this main room. The back rooms are off limits.”
The backrooms…where all the performances took place. My heart raced just at the thought of watching something sexual.
“These people pay a shit-ton of money to be here and not be harassed or judged,” Jackson continued. “If you see someone you recognize, it doesn’t leave this place. Understood?”
There was a high membership fee to be a part of Voyeur. It wasn’t your typical dance club despite what the main room looked like. People came here so they could watch others perform all kinds of sexual acts. They didn’t pay for sex. No, they paid to watch live porn. They paid a lot of money to keep their privacy too.
“Understood.”
“Good. Now head to the bar. Charlotte knows to give you a drink. Just one.”
“Yes, dad,” I deadpanned and blew him a kiss. He just rolled his eyes and walked away.
I scanned the crowd as I walked through the tables and chairs. Men and women sat in groups talking. Some had their partner curled up on their lap, while others sat with friends. In the corner, I spotted two men making out and I almost tripped over my own feet at the shock of heat it sent through me. I took it all in, unsure what I was looking for, if anything.
But I found something when my eyes collided with a dark pair staring back at me. They stopped me in my tracks as they scanned me up and down across the space between us. I felt bare—exposed. And I liked it.
I wore a silver sequins miniskirt that hit just below my belly button, and a cream top that hung loosely over my breasts, leaving my midriff bare. When his eyes reached mine again, he lifted his drink in my direction and held my stare as he sipped from his glass.
I stood tall, proud, not letting him see how his intense gaze made my insides shake. He was older. I could tell from the more-salt-than-pepper beard he had. But I liked that I could draw his attention. Me—a nineteen-year-old sophomore—could catch the eyes of someone so alluring. Someone that appeared—even from a distance—so sophisticated.
I cocked my eyebrow and bit my lip before turning to head to the bar. But before I fully shifted away, I saw his smile and him standing from his chair.
He was coming for me.
I perched on a barstool and asked for a cranberry-vodka. Just as the bartender left someone brushed past me and moved to the stool beside mine. I knew it was him, but I didn’t want to give in so easily. I liked the game we’d started, almost challenging each other with our stares. Instead, I hid my coy smile behind my fingertips and stared at the bar top.
“You’re a real tease, aren’t you?” His voice was deep and sensual. It stroked across my skin bringing to life every nerve ending I never knew I had. “Going to challenge me with a look and then not even glance my way even though we both know you want to.”
I slowly blinked as I shifted my head in his direction, biting my lip and offering up a playful smile. Fuck, he was sexy. His dark hair sat pushed back atop his head matching the flecks in his beard. Creases lined his eyes, but not enough to prove how old he really was. His chocolate eyes dropped to my teeth sinking into my full lip.
I almost gasped when I felt his finger lift my chin and his thumb tugged my flesh free. The touch was innocuous, nothing sexual, but I had to fight from tipping my head and sucking his thumb in my mouth. My breath escaped on a shocked breath, confused by the wanton woman who seemed to be in control of my body.
Maybe Oaklyn was right. I did just need a different scenery to get over Aaron. Maybe I needed to be someone else tonight, to enjoy the experience. God knows Uncle Daniel wouldn’t let me in of his own free will. With that in mind, I pushed my shoulders back and dragged my tongue along my bottom lip, just grazing the tip of his thumb.
The clench of his hand on my chin matched the clenching of my thighs.
“Let me buy you a drink,” my sexy stranger said. “That is if you’re old enough to drink.”
I wasn’t. But the bartender was sitting my order in front of me and I was sure me admitting to being a teenager would send this sophisticated man running.
“I’m here aren’t I?” I taunted, grabbing my glass and avoiding the question. “And I already have one.” I held his gaze, smirking before lifting the glass to my lips and letting the tangy juice and alcohol burn its way down my throat.
“You seem awfully young.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked, shifting my crossed legs toward him.
His eyes dropped to my skirt riding high on my thighs then rising to rest on my chest. I could feel my nipples pebble underneath the shirt, grazing the soft silk. I knew he could see it and I did nothing to hide it.
“No,” he finally admitted. “Does it bother you that I’m older than you?”
“No.”
“Why?”
My brow furrowed, not prepared for him to ask me why it didn’t bother me. “Is
it supposed to?”
“I don’t know. Trying to figure out if you’re looking for something. A sugar daddy? Someone to help with any daddy issues?”
I laughed at the options he laid out. “No daddy issues.”
He took a drink, still staring at me and the heat burning behind his eyes fanned the flames of need inside me. I wanted this man. I wanted him to erase Aaron from my body. I wanted to be reckless and take. The thought of his hands and lips on me, using me in a way that someone as inexperienced as Aaron could never do, made my core weep with need.
Fuck it. I would take it. I would be the wanton woman tonight and have no regrets in the morning. I took one last drink before setting it on the bar and turning back to him. Reaching down, I gripped his hand and placed it on my knee, pulling in a sharp breath at feeling his calloused fingers on my soft skin.
“Maybe I just want someone who knows what to do with me.” I was impressed that my voice didn’t quiver, giving away how nervous and hyped up I was as I moved his hand higher.
When I stopped mid-way, he continued, letting his fingers skim up my skirt on my outer thigh. But his hand was so large, that his thumb was dangerously close to reaching between.
“Well, that I can definitely do.”
“What else can you do?” I challenged.
His hand clenched around my flesh and I sat up straighter, the sting bringing more pleasure than pain.
“Why don’t you come watch with me?”
I swallowed considering all my options. I didn’t really know what everything entailed. I knew there were private rooms and it made me wonder if I was safe with him in a closed off space. My uncle vetted all the members of the club, running background checks and semi-annual checks during their time at Voyeur. I knew everything was handled with extreme caution, but it still crossed my mind.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
I almost laughed when I realized we hadn’t even exchanged names. “Olivia.” He hummed, and his lips tipped up into a small smile, revealing deep dimples. Fuck me, I’d follow this man into a dark alley if he kept smiling at me like that. “What’s yours?”
“You can call me Kent.”
“Okay, Kent.” I liked the way his name sounded coming from my tongue. Would he make me moan it later tonight? I hoped so.
“So, Olivia. Will you come watch with me?”
I gave a slow nod and his thumb slipped lower between my thighs, grazing the crease at my hip before tugging his hand out and grabbing mine. He lifted it slowly and pressed gentle kisses to each of my knuckles sending a shock to my chest with each simple peck, his beard tickling against my skin. I imagined it brushing against my thighs later and had to take a shaky deep breath to control my heart from exploding from desire.
“Follow me,” he commanded, tugging me from my chair.
He pulled me behind him as he weaved his way through the bar toward the opening Jackson had led me in through.
Jackson was going to kill me.
At least I’d get a hell of a night, hopefully filled with pleasure before I died. I didn’t need anything else.
Chapter Two
Her hand was small in mine. Soft.
I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like when it stroked me. Would she grip me hard, or soft and teasing? My cock strained against my slacks. I wasn’t sure we’d even make it to the backroom before I exploded.
My heart pounded in my chest, excitement about the young woman behind me. I rarely picked women up while I was at Voyeur. I either brought someone with me or went into the back alone. But when I saw her walk in, the lights sparkling off her skirt, drawing my eyes down her long legs, I knew I had to have her.
At the very least, I had to hear her voice, feel her eyes resting on me more than just a teasing glimpse.
Her heels clicked down the hall toward the iPads where we made the selection.
“What are we watching?” she asked.
I looked over my shoulder and almost got lost in the bright blue depths of her eyes. They were wide and screamed an innocence I didn’t quite believe. She seemed so young, but Voyeur was strict about vetting its members. And no one under twenty-one was allowed in.
“Let me surprise you.”
I watched her throat move over a swallow before she nodded and bit her lush bottom lip again. I couldn’t wait to feel the plump flesh under my tongue. She asked for a man who knows what to do with her and my mind was running rampant with all the filthy things I wanted.
Turning back to the iPad, I skimmed the selection.
Threesome, m/m, f/f, m/m/f, BDSM, Group Orgy, Student-Teacher, Office Affair, Anal, Oral, Toys.
So many options and I wanted to watch all of them with her. I smiled seeing some familiar ones I’d helped Daniel pick out over drinks. I’d know him for almost twenty years. We’d concocted the idea of Voyeur when we were young and drunk and somehow, we’d eventually made it into a reality. He ran it, I’d only just invested to help get it off the ground.
After considering all the selections, I settled on a simpler scenario that would do enough to entice, but not too much to distract. I chose to forgo sitting in the same room as the performers and instead selected to watch from behind the one-way glass. I wanted privacy and room for everything I wanted to do.
Hitting enter, I took a deep breath and turned to her. She was leaning against the wall behind me. Hips thrust forward, and breasts pushed out. Her pebbled nipples still taunting me under that flimsy silk she was wearing as a shirt. I could easily rip it from her body and if we were anywhere else, I would.
“So, now what?” she asked softly.
It only took four steps before I stood over her. She was tall in her heels, but the way she leaned back made her much shorter. I liked looking down at her. I wanted to look down at her as she fell to her knees and wrapped those full, red lips around my cock.
“We wait,” I answered.
“How long?”
I smirked hearing the worry behind her words, the need to have something now.
“Maybe thirty minutes. Maybe less.”
Her chin dropped, and her brow pinched in disappointment. She was so confident in the bar, but staring at her now, almost pouting like a little girl, turned me on just as much. It should’ve made me question my morals, but I was too far gone to care.
Placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her gaze back to mine. “Eager?”
She stood to her full height, bringing back the boldness from earlier. “Maybe,” she said with a shrug.
Looking side to side, I took in the empty hallway. I breathed a laugh letting the smile stretch my lips as I stepped into her. Her chest heaved, and I let my finger fall from her chin, grazing down her neck, over her shoulder, playing with the thin strap of her flimsy top. “Just maybe?”
She didn’t answer but swallowed again before slicking her tongue across her lips. I flicked the strap over her shoulder and let it fall where it may, which ended up catching on the tip of her breast like a fucking tease. It upped the anticipation of stripping her down in the room.
Her breathing echoed around us in the hall as she looked toward the entry in the hallway, probably nervous someone would walk down and see us. Not that it mattered.
As long as customers were discreet, Daniel didn’t mind fooling around in the main area.
“So, Olivia. If I were to slip my hand between your thighs, would I maybe find your pussy eager to be touched? Or would it be weeping—begging—for me to fill it up? To touch it, lick it, suck on it?”
“Kent,” she breathed, not admitting anything.
“Let’s find out. Give you a little something to hold you over.”
She held my gaze the whole time as I moved my hand between us and slipped it between her thighs, using my fingertips to graze up the inside until I felt her wet heat greeting me. No cotton or lace. Just her wet cunt leaking onto her bare thighs.
“Olivia,” I tsked. “No panties?”
She gasped and thrust
her hips as I slipped my finger between her wet folds and rubbed against her hard nub. I rested my hand on the wall by her head and drifted the other lower to her opening, gathering her wetness before moving back up. Her eyes slid closed and her back arched into me. The silk finally gave way and fell from her breast, baring the most beautiful pale nipple I’d ever seen.
Leaning down closer to her like I was going to kiss her, she parted her lips, but I wanted to torture her a bit more. Besides, If I tasted her—swallowed her heaving breaths—I didn’t think I’d be able to stop. Instead, I dropped my head and latched on to her perfect tit just as I shoved two fingers in her wet cunt.
Her moan burned down my spine, igniting a need like never before. Fuck, she was so tight. I couldn’t wait to be inside her. Her hands dug into my hair holding me to her. I moved my thumb up to her clit again and moaned against her flesh as she began riding my fingers. Harder and harder she moved over me until finally she let out a mewling cry and came.
Her wetness coated my hand as she clenched around me again and again. Once she was done, I slowly pulled my fingers from her and unlatched my lips from her breast, scraping my beard along her now rosy tip.
Standing upright again, I held her gaze and licked her cum from my fingers, the sweet tang exploding inside my mouth. Would it be sweeter coming directly from the source?
Just as I’d finished, my wristband began to vibrate.
“That’s our cue,” I said, moving her strap back up over her shoulder, mourning the loss of her breast. I consoled myself that I’d see them bouncing from my thrusts later.
Grabbing her hand, I turned to head toward the rooms, but was stopped when she didn’t move. I looked back at her to find her standing still with her head down. Oh no. No, no, no. She couldn’t have changed her mind. My erection wept at the loss.
“Listen, Kent…”
