by Cole, Fiona
Her eyebrow cocked up, her boldness returning after my reassurance. "I may need to hear more about these truth or dare games later."
I almost laughed at the idea of sharing those stories, because hell no. Instead, it came out as a choked gasp because she dropped her mouth over me again and worked her hand and tongue in tandem, taking me to the edge.
The couple on the bed were down to their underwear and his hand was buried between her thighs as he sucked her nipple through her sheer bra. As much as I tried not to, my eyes strayed to Jackson, and become entranced.
His pants were tugged down to his thighs, his abs rippling as his hand moved leisurely over his dick. I'd almost forgotten how big he was. At least an inch longer than mine and just as thick.
Carina's tongue slid into the slit on my head and fire burned down my spine.
"C'mere," I muttered, tugging her up on my lap, her back pressed to my front. I didn't waste any time slipping my fingers through her wet slit. "I was about to come in that pretty mouth and it's too soon. I want to be buried deep inside you when I finish."
"Jake. Yes," she breathed.
I kept rolling my fingers along her wet clit, teasing her with indirect pressure to hold off her orgasm. "Is this what you want, Carina?" I asked as we both watched the scene in front of us. "To be watched by a stranger?" Pressing my lips against her ear, I growled, "Or for me to watch you get fucked by a stranger?" She pressed her hips into my fingers, a new wetness slipping from her core. "You dirty girl," I praised.
The woman on the bed arched through her orgasm before falling back, relaxed. Then the man gestured toward Jackson. My fingers fumbled along Carina's wetness when Jackson stood to walk toward the bed. Once he reached it, the man stood and dived in to lock lips with Jackson.
My heart squeezed, similar to how it did when I watched Carina blushing from Jackson's comments at the bar, before dropping into my stomach. I fought to identify the feeling but decided it may be safer if I didn't. Movements from the bed caught my attention and I looked to find her lubing up a small dildo before spreading her legs and slipping it down to her tight rosette.
Then I was back to staring at Jackson as the guy fell to his knees and sucked his cock down his throat.
Both Carina and I gasped in pleasure and I couldn't take it anymore. "Need to fuck you, baby."
I planned on just slipping inside her so we could both watch, but Carina stood to straddle my lap. We both moaned as she slid all the way down.
"Jake," she gasped. "Fuck, I love you."
"I love you too, baby." Gripping her hips, I controlled her thrusts, keeping them slow and torturous.
My gaze slid over her shoulder and took in Jackson's face pinched in pleasure, looking down at the man. His fingers dug into his hair and Jackson thrust his hips, pushing his cock further down the man's throat. I pushed up harder into Carina, a memory of doing the same thing to him myself.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to block out the memory and leaned down to suck on her rosy nipple, loving the feel of her hard bud beneath my tongue. I felt her shift to look over her shoulder.
"Oh, God," she moaned. I popped off her breast and looked at the scene. The man was laid out on the bed, the woman riding his cock. Jackson had lost his pants and moved onto the bed. My eyes trained on the way his thighs flexed up to his ass, the muscles of his back rippling as he moved into position behind the woman.
Carina's body moved faster over me, just as caught up in the scene as me, eyes glued to the way Jackson's cock lined up with her tight hole and slowly worked in. Wetness slid down my balls and I became desperate to keep my sole focus on Carina as I watched Jackson's cock slowly disappear. Watched his long fingers grip her soft ass and heard his groan.
"Would I be in your ass? Or would you want to ride me and look into my eyes as someone took your tight hole?"
"Oh, God," she whimpered.
I nipped at her pebbled tip. "Tell me."
"A stranger," she gasped. "A stranger would be in my ass. I'd need your eyes on me. I need you." Her words fell out in a tangle of words, lost in the pleasure of the moment.
She rocked harder, faster and faster.
"That's it, baby. Fuck me. Use my cock to make yourself come." I slipped my hand between her cheeks and dipped low to gather her moisture before rising to rim her asshole. "He's just gonna play with your tight hole as you fuck yourself on me."
She groaned and buried her head in my neck when my finger breached her opening and pushed in further on each thrust. With her hunched over me, it left a perfect view to watch Jackson's cock roughly fucking the woman's ass. He stared down to where he reappeared just to bottom out again. His face pulled tight in pleasure.
Watching him pull out and jerk his cock, spilling his cum all over her back.
Remembering the way he'd stared up at me with my dick jerking in his mouth.
Feeling Carina's soft breasts and wet cunt against me. Hearing her moans.
It ricocheted through me, sucked the oxygen from my lungs, burned fire through my veins. I shouted as I came, filling Carina with spurt after spurt of my cum, holding tight to her as I blacked out and shattered in a pleasure so intense I couldn't remember anything like it in the last five years.
Slowly, my senses came back to me and when I opened my eyes, all three were tangled on the bed. The couple cuddling and Jackson lying next to them. Carina's breaths cooled the sweat on my neck.
"I wonder if they heard you," she said, nibbling my ear.
"I wasn't that loud."
"I think the whole bar could hear you."
A blush stole up my cheeks wondering if Jackson heard me come. Would he recognize the sound from when he made me come as hard? Did he know it was me?
"You're adorable," Carina said, kissing my cheeks. "We'll have to try and recreate this soon. Maybe do your fantasy next time."
"Hell, yes."
She gave me one last lingering kiss and then pulled off me before getting dressed. Cleaning myself up, I focused on her as each inch of skin disappeared, making it a point to not stare at the scene beyond.
We flipped the switch and went to exit the room. Despite my efforts, I took one last look and it was almost like Jackson was staring back at me. The couple still cuddled, but Jackson lay naked, his arm behind his head in a familiar way and had his eyes glued to the glass. Directly at me.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and walked out. My mind clamored from the last hour and I was desperate to turn it off. Seeing the hallway was empty, I jerked Carina back into me and locked my lips on hers.
She allowed my tongue entrance and met me halfway, tasting me just as desperately as I was her. The tang of her wine and just the taste of Carina exploded on my tongue and immediately became a balm to my soul. That was Carina. My best friend. She could soothe me in ways no one else could and I loved her for it. She grounded me and reminded me that I was a good man the way I was. If I was ever lost, I only needed to seek her out and she never turned me away.
She was too good for me.
A throat cleared, and we jerked apart like two kids caught by our parents. I looked to find Jackson with an eyebrow cocked.
"Oh my God. Sorry Jackson," Carina giggled. "I just can't keep his hands off me."
His eyes held me captive, locked and churning up all the turmoil and confusion Carina had just settled. I wanted to pretend I didn't know what I saw in his gaze, but that was one of the great things we'd had in our friendship. This ability to read the other person with just a look. And behind Jackson's brown eyes, there was a turmoil that matched mine exactly. It swirled with another emotion I'd never seen on him but knew from seeing it on myself. Jealousy.
"We were just getting ready to leave," Carina said.
His eyes shifted, playfulness taking precedence before he looked over at Carina. "I hope you guys had a good time." His tone was light, but I could hear the sharp edge of hurt behind it and it dug right into my gut. Despite the years, Jackson was my friend and I hate
d to hear any hurt there.
Carina tugged on my hand. "C'mon, babe."
I gave a nod to Jackson, unable to meet his eyes again and followed, desperate to leave the chaos behind me and work all night to find the peace in the woman before me.
She was everything I needed.
9
Jackson
"I really appreciate you swinging by and dropping these off."
Daniel shrugged and set the manila folder on the table. "It's not a big deal at all. I was in the neighborhood and figured I'd get them to you sooner rather than later. I know I won't be seeing you much this week."
"Yeah. I've got that freelance job for Arrowhead Inc."
"Last one, right?"
A smile stretched wide across my face. "Yeah. It feels good to be narrowing down my focus and not running at a thousand miles an hour."
"You've worked hard the past five years. You deserve this."
"Well, I couldn't have done any of it without you. Thanks for trusting me to run Voy."
He waved my comment away. "You would have been fine without me." I grabbed some waters before we sat at the kitchen table. "How's Andrew?"
Daniel never failed to ask about my brother, and that alone helped me through some of my hardest moments. Just a question and I felt less alone in my struggles. "He's good. His appointment was just a check-up, but I like being able to drive him to the hospital. Sorry I had to miss the meeting because of it."
Andrew's appointment had been at a perfect time to skip the meeting and avoid Jake and Carina a little bit longer after the other night. My stomach had churned when I'd looked down the hallway to find Jake kissing her like his life depended on it. My lips had tingled remembering how he'd kissed me that way and jealousy had burned me from the inside out. I'd taken in their rumpled clothes and flushed skin and knew that they'd just got done fucking.
The guilt I'd seen in Jake's eyes and the way Carina blushed without being able to meet my gaze made me wonder if they'd been the couple to request me. That had set off a whole new slew of emotions that tangled in a knot so tight I didn't even know where to start to unravel it. Who requested it? Why? Had Jake liked it? Had he imagined it was us?
I'd gone home and tipped back a bottle of tequila until the questions stopped hammering me, making myself shake off any thoughts of Jake as I reminded myself that he was straight. And I didn't want to break the tenuous friendship we'd formed by even doubting if there was a crack in his straight-man-armor.
The idea of sitting in a conference room with them, trying to decipher every look as Jake sat across from me sounded exhausting and stressful. So, when Andrew called to let me know of his appointment, I'd jumped all over it, praising whatever deity was looking down on me that day.
"These are some of the ideas Carina had about the design of Voy," Daniel said, opening the file. "I have a few other pictures on my phone I'll message you that I took of her design board. Although I'm sure she'll email you the digital file too."
I looked over the cutouts she'd attached as inspiration. All of Carina's ideas had a rustic feel, mixed with modern. They each had their own appeal. I flipped the pages finding different color samples followed by research and numbers from similar bars in Cincinnati and even similar bars from other states.
We'd been talking about Voy for about a year now, but to finally see it coming together—to see ideas taking shape—had butterflies going crazy in my chest.
"This is amazing."
"Yeah. She's done her homework. I'm glad I hired their company to help us make this a success."
"It would have been a success regardless. Look at how well you did on your own with Voyeur."
"Opening a sex club you know has a niche is different than opening just another bar in a big city. I'm not too proud to say I needed help to understand this business better. And with Kent in London, he's not of much help to me. We're more idea-men. Investors. It was worth my time to pay someone to do this part of the job for me."
"Well, whatever you do. You're a good businessman."
"A businessman who'd still be drowning in my disorganized finances if you hadn't shown up. Thank God for that fancy business degree."
"Oh, yeah. I put that to use fucking in front of people."
"You did what you had to do to get through. No shame in that."
I gave a half-smile. I wasn't ashamed of working at Voyeur. I liked the work and never got bored. It just wasn't exactly something you could run into someone and share with them when they asked what you do. Although maybe I'd tossed out "live porn" a few times just to see the shock on their faces.
"Maybe now you can get out of this shitty apartment and get one without paper thin walls."
Daniel stood and walked around, taking in the few pictures I had hanging on the wall.
"It's not that bad."
He paused in his perusal to lift an eyebrow at me over his shoulder before turning back to look at the stacks of books I had against the walls.
"Maybe you can buy yourself a bookshelf."
"I'll move it to the top of the list."
He stopped at the piles at the end. "Like crossword puzzles much?" he asked, laughing.
"Don't judge me."
Raising his hands up, he turned and smiled. "Not at all. We all have our kinks. I guess yours is just made by PennyPress."
"Laugh it up. It keeps my mind active, and I like it more than TV." I stood to toss the water bottles away. "Can I get you anything else?"
When he didn't answer, I turned to find him leveling one of his no bullshit stares and tried to prepare myself for what he'd say next. "How are things between you and Jake?"
I jerked my eyes to the stained countertop and muttered, "Fine. Why?"
"Jackson." Just my name and he had my attention focused back on him. His crystalline eyes said that I didn't need to admit anything because he knew me well enough to know I was struggling. "Full disclosure because you're like family to me."
"Okay," I said slowly, wondering why this sounded like it wouldn't be a good disclosure.
"They made a request and watched a performance of yours. I wouldn't usually say anything, but I can see this is different and I felt like you should know."
His words just confirmed what I already knew. But knowing one-hundred-percent didn't add any clarity to the thoughts that had been plaguing me. It just made them rage harder and I closed my eyes to focus myself, trying to get my mouth to work.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and leveled my own sincere stare at him. "Everything is fine. This is just a job and people watch all the time without it meaning anything."
"I worry that it means more than you're letting on. The three of you are weaving a web that is looking like a tangled mess."
I didn't have a denial, so I just chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck.
"You know I'm not worried about you and professionalism. Hell, your flirting was what landed you at Voyeur, so I can hardly expect you to be someone you're not. Just…be careful."
I knew the be careful warning was more for me not getting too involved and hurting myself rather than anything to do with the job. Daniel had never batted an eye at anything sexual or flirting. As long as it was all consensual and didn't hurt the job, he didn't care.
"Like I said, everything is fine."
He gave a single nod and moved on. "Well, I got to run. Give Carina a call soon to discuss what you missed at the meeting and talk about what you like. We'll get together before final approval, but Jackson, this is your baby—your bar."
Despite my inner turmoil, I smiled because hearing those words—my bar—were intoxicating.
"Will do."
Daniel left, and I pulled out my latest puzzle and sat on my couch. They always helped clear my head, and I'd definitely need to have everything under tight wraps before I called Carina.
* * *
Carina
"Hello?"
"Hey, Carina. This is Jackson from Voyeur."
A flush worke
d its way up into my cheeks just from his deep voice resonating through the phone.
"Hey, Jackson. How are you?" It was hard to find my professional tone after watching him Friday night. There was a new level of intimacy between people when you know what their cock looked like and the sounds they made when they orgasmed.
"I'm good. Sorry to have missed the meeting today. Daniel stopped by and dropped off the file. He said to give you a call and you'd get me caught up."
"Yeah, yeah. Let me just grab my computer real quick."
"If now isn't a good time, we can schedule something else."
"No. Now is fine."
I ran to the entryway and grabbed my briefcase before setting up at the kitchen table to pull out my work. I'd been bummed when Daniel had walked into the meeting alone. My heart had been in my throat with my eyes glued to the door as I waited. Jake kept giving me questioning looks the whole time, but I ignored them. It should have been an issue that I was on pins and needles to see Jackson, that my body reacted to just the thought of being in the same room as him.
But all weekend Jake and I had fucked like rabbits. Every hope I'd had in working with Jake at Voyeur had come true this past weekend. After our night watching the performance, Jake had come over with new toys. We'd done role-play after role-play, imagining threesomes in every part of both our apartments. He seemed just as thrilled at the idea as I was.
And after, he'd taken such good care of me. Our lovemaking had been so intense and passionate that he'd had no choice but give me comfort after and I relished in every single cuddle and bath we'd had.
So, I explained my racing heart at seeing Jackson as me being excited about what he'd unintentionally given us. And maybe my mind had wandered to fantasies of him replacing the toys and making our role-play a reality. He seemed like an adventurous guy, and he'd been friends with Jake before. Surely that was enough of a connection for it to actually happen.
"I was flipping through the file and I really love the ideas you already have going."
