by CR Robertson
Fuck, I’d never had anyone this girth in me before and I wasn’t sure if I loved it or hated it. He grabbed handfuls of my ass fat and thrust the rest of himself inside. He wasn’t as long as the first guy, but what he lacked in length, he made up for in width. My muscles were at full stretch as they tried to accommodate him.
His hairy balls lay against my clit. Was this man the Scottish equivalent of the Yeti?
Then he began to thrust, the force of them moving my body forward. He was an invading barbarian, his hands gripping me to an almost painful level, his fingers digging into me. His thick cock continued his deep tissue massage and gave my internal muscles a thorough workout.
His balls slapped my clit and the hairs on them scratched it until I arched my back and stuck my ass out further. My shoulders lowered and I gripped the sheet in my fists. His hands slid down to my thighs and he widened them with his big fingers, all the time his hips continued to piston against mine.
My moans mixed with his grunts as he rammed into me from behind. I buried my head into the mattress, my body spasming around his invading cock. The friction against my sensitive flesh was too much. He didn’t stop, his hands lifting me up even as I tried to slump down onto the bed. My pelvis was on fire, the air filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of bodies slapping against each other. People spoke in low voices in the background, but I couldn’t concentrate on what they were saying.
Every sense in my body was focused on the movement in and out of my pussy. He was relentless in his quest for dominance, his body folded over mine and pinned it in place. I couldn’t move. His thrusts made squelching sounds as he pounded into me. I’d never heard my body make that sound before; it was as if my pussy was mewling as she tried to accommodate his huge cock that plunged full depth into her heated core.
I whimpered as he continued to fuck me into submission. His hand tightened on my flesh and he lifted my ass higher, his cock viciously rubbing against my g-spot. I bucked against him, but he was unyielding in his grasp, holding me in that position to stab in and out of me. The pressure was too much, and I screamed as an orgasm ripped through my pelvis, leaving it an undulating mass of nerves that were on fire.
Sweat pooled along the bottom of my back as his tempo became erratic, his thick, hard cock expanding as he became ready to release. I panted, my eyes wide open as my pussy contracted to try and expel the invader that was still lodged in her core. I was sure I’d broken several nails with the grip I had on the mattress.
His head rested on my shoulder as he gave his last powerful thrusts into me, my body shuddering with the shock of his sensual onslaught.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled as his hips ground against mine, his balls running over my clit. He gave three mammoth thrusts and collapsed on top of me.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, whether I’d been pleasured or assaulted.
His cock came out of me with a strange suction noise and I felt empty, my body exhausted.
“Good to meet yae, Lassie. Hopefully we’ll bump into each other again.”
I lay stunned on the bed, my body incapable of movement, my arms and legs jelly.
“Oh, God, right there. Harder!” Megan shouted.
I shook my head, but even my eyes were too tired to roll.
I froze when hands touched my body.
“Sorry, I think I’m done for the night,” I said in the dark.
The man rolled me off the pillow I was slumped over and onto my back.
My hand went up to push him off my chest and he lifted it to kiss my fingers. I lay there confused until he crawled between my legs. I tried to move back, but his hands gripped my legs.
“I won’t take long, I promise, and you don’t need to do anything but lie there,” he spoke against my ear, his chest rubbing against my breasts. His cock pushed into me as he bent my right leg to aid his entrance. I was still stretched from the Scottish bear and he slid all the way inside without the usual need for gentle rocking to seat himself.
Four equalled the number of men I’d slept with before ever visiting The Midnight Rooms.
I lay there staring up into the shadows in confusion, as he used my body like he owned it. I didn’t object to the first three, but there was something about this man’s entitlement that bothered me. He gave low, heavy breaths as he thrust into me. His fingers searched between my folds, squeezing and tugging my already sensitive clit. I didn’t want to enjoy this, but he knew exactly what to do to make a woman squirm.
His lips grazed my collarbone as he kissed his way toward my breasts. I gasped and arched as a shudder rippled down my back when he traced the edge of his nail across the surface of my clit.
He ran the tip of his tongue between my breasts and grabbed my hips as he sat back on his knees, dragging me up his legs so he could change his angle into my pussy. He used my knees to move my body up to meet his thrusts and I straightened my back in the Pilates bridge to get what my body needed.
Over and over he plunged. It would take my internal muscles a week to recover from tonight. I screamed when he twisted and tugged my nipples to send me hurtling over the edge. That was his cue to fuck me into the mattress, his hips bruising against mine, his teeth scraping against my flesh.
I hated him for what he was doing to me, but my body was too far gone tonight and my pussy a wanton hussy intent on wringing every last pleasure out of the experience. He buried himself to the hilt in me, his balls swinging against me as he gave a deep grunt before withdrawing.
My legs trembled from the remnants of the orgasms I’d experienced, my pussy tender and swollen.
“Midnight!” Megan laughed in the darkness. “A girl can only take so many orgasms before she explodes!”
I felt like slapping my head. I forgot the safe word. The last guy had continued because I didn’t say the official ‘no’ word. I’d labelled him as a shit, but he’d only been playing by the rules.
I crawled to the edge of the bed.
“Any ladies that wants to swap, now’s the time,” a man spoke toward the red glow of the door.
My legs barely held my weight. I stumbled, hands desperately reaching and grasping the post of the bed. My pussy still pulsed, and I tightened my legs together to control the wayward contractions.
“Cas?” Megan called.
“Yeah, over here,” I said.
There was movement behind me as people climbed onto the bed I’d vacated. I was glad this was a condom-only room, otherwise that bed would be swimming with semen.
“Meet you at the door,” Megan spoke loudly over the background noise.
The longer I was in the dark, the louder the people sounded. I sensed where bodies were with a newfound sixth sense of perception. I stood with my back against the wall beside the door, my hands held protectively over my vulnerable, still-pulsing lower region.
Megan giggled as she made her way toward the door, and it was followed by a low male growl.
“You promised me a turn, Meg,” the male voice pleaded.
“You’re so bad. I called ‘midnight’.”
Another giggle and a low chuckle followed.
“Just a quickie tonight, then,” he coaxed.
Their bodies collided beside where I hid, their heat radiating toward me. Megan moaned, her nails trailing down the wall.
“We shouldn’t.” She gasped.
“We should,” he insisted.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, and I stood and listened to my best friend being fucked against the wall beside me. We’d shared a lot in our lifetime, but this was surreal.
His grunts echoed in my ear he was so close to me, her gasps telling me when he thrust up into her. He muttered and I sensed movement and shuffling. I leant closer involuntarily and realised he was repositioning her, widening her legs.
“Oh, God!” she shouted, when he must had thrust into her again. “I can’t… Oh fuck…”
His grunts were animalistic, her sounds pitiful moans.
It was wrong, but my body respo
nded, and arousal pulsed deep in my core. There was something about being down here that removed all the taboos I’d ever associated with sex. I’d let strangers into my body, take me as none of my lovers in my relationships ever had.
I stood against the door and took in the ambience around me. The scent of sex permeated the air, male and female arousal mixed with sweat and body fluids. Moans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh against flesh sounded at different levels around the room, intoxicating me. With no one to see my actions, I let my fingers find my sensitive clit.
A hand traced over my stomach as someone felt along the wall in the blackness. I didn’t speak but arched my back slightly as the hand moved up to cup my breast. His mouth followed his hand as he suckled my sensitive breast, his beard scratching against my skin. I widened my stance for the hand that replaced my fingers to stroke between my legs.
There was no way my insides could take any more frantic thrusting tonight, so before he could even try to penetrate me, I stroked his thick cock slowly with my right hand.
His fingers continued to tease my clit as he nipped my breasts.
I rotated my wrist at the top of his cock before stroking down again, teasing the sensitive skin on the underside of his throbbing shaft. He couldn’t help himself thrusting into my hand as I increased my pace, sliding my thumb over his sensitive tip encased in rubber.
“I want to be inside you,” his voice sounded against my ear as he rubbed himself against me.
Megan screamed as her partner slammed into her against the wall. I could feel the power of those thrusts and could only wonder what they were doing to her body.
“I can’t take any more penetration tonight,” I whispered.
He grunted. “Let me fuck your lips.”
I thought he meant my mouth until he removed my hand and pushed his shaft between my lower lips. He ground his pelvis against mine and began to saw in and out of my pussy lips, stimulating my tender clit.
His fingers linked between mine to pin my arms against my head as his hips pistoned against my swollen lips.
“Huh. Huh. Huh.” The man with Megan got louder as she whimpered. He sounded like an animal in heat.
I lay against the wall and experienced a different kind of fucking, that blissful pressure building deep in my belly. My mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as he rubbed my clit into another orgasm.
He pulled out of me. “Finish me,” he gasped.
Both my hands fumbled to grasp his length that was slippery with my fluids. One hand played with his balls and the other rubbed up and down his shaft vigorously, rotating my wrist to wring out his pleasure. His head slumped against my shoulder even as he swelled in my hand.
“Fuck!” He sighed as he collapsed against me.
It was only then that I noticed the heavy breathing beside me.
The stranger pushed his weight off me and stumbled away. I crept into the hall and waited for Megan.
I headed straight for the shower when we reached the ladies’ powder room. I was covered in the sweat of the men who fucked me. I dreaded to think what I would have looked like if they hadn’t used condoms.
Megan was strangely quiet; it was only when I saw the bite marks on her shoulder as we were getting dressed that I spoke.
“Was this the last guy?” I asked, my fingers skimming beside the marks.
She shrugged. “He can be a little intense.”
“How do you know him?”
Her eyes met mine briefly before she looked away. “Jay was my first Dom. He trained me as his sub for nearly a year. During the time we were together he brought me to the peaks of pleasure, but he also did whatever he wanted to my body. He has an extremely dark side, and I didn’t know how to cope with his dark moods anymore.”
I caught her barely concealed shudder.
“He hurt you,” I said.
Megan shook her head. “This is just a little bite. The night I walked away, he nearly killed me.”
Every word in the English dictionary I knew before today dried up in my head and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
We finished dressing in silence, but I made a vow to myself that I’d find new ways for us to enjoy ourselves that didn’t involve psychotic exes.
***
Chapter Seven
Xavier
We sat around the round black marble table that accommodated all the families of the Council. I would have preferred to be anywhere but here, but as the only heir in our family I had no choice. Dad had remarried several times after Mum died, but he’d never had any more children. I remained the last of our line, and God help us all because I had zero intention of spreading my DNA about.
To the outside world, we all descended from old money and titles. To anyone in the know, our families had their fingers in more pies than we had fingers. Our money controlled more than I could keep track of. Every single heir sitting here had been trained in every sort of martial art our fathers could think of. I’d been avoiding my security details for most of my life, and The Midnight Rooms were their worst nightmare. It was why they were my go-to place to relax away from my daily stresses.
I dealt with the legit side of Dad’s business, hotels, properties, construction. The rest I only got involved in when the shit hit the fan. Like tonight.
“What do you mean Michael is working for the police?” Dad’s oldest friend Matteus hissed across the table.
Jordan shrugged. “He’s been feeding them information. Several of our shipments have been ambushed by local law enforcement. I had several players bugged. He turned out to be the traitor.”
Fuck, I’d liked Michael. Touts never lasted long when the families heard about them.
“Are you sure?” Dad asked over his steepled fingers.
Jordan lifted a controller from the table and clicked a button. Video played on the white wall and sound poured from the ceiling. Fuck, he was selling out several of the families sitting here. Michael didn’t know it, but he was a dead man walking right now.
“We must vote,” Matteus stated without any trace of emotion in his voice. Opposite me, Ash sat stony-faced. He hadn’t uttered a word throughout this meeting. His only reaction had been in his eyes. Michael was Ash’s younger, mischievous brother. His father, Matteus, had sired four sons, all of whom he’d put to work in his organisation. Ash was the eldest, like me, and therefore heir apparent to his family throne.
A lump formed in my throat as I stared at my oldest friend. His eyes met mine and he gave me a barely discernible shake of the head. There was nothing any of us could do to fix this mess. We’d all seen and heard the evidence.
Jordan was a fucker when he wanted to be, but he was head of security in this organisation for a reason. He didn’t care who he took down—his job was to protect the bigger picture. Once he had his sights on a target, they may as well have cashed in their life insurance and had one last party. The fact that Michael was one of our own meant nothing to Jordan, he was just another problem that needed sorted.
Of all the times I’d sat here and voted on the fate of some soul, I never thought it would be someone I knew.
Fuck!
I dragged my fingers through my hair and desperately wished I was somewhere other than here.
Jordan took control of the vote, calling for a show of hands. I didn’t need to look, as there wasn’t a single head of a family who would save him. I doubted even Matteus and his position as one of the six main families could influence what was about to happen.
It didn’t mean I had to vote.
Instead, I sat with my hands folded in front of me on the table. I refused to sign the death warrant on a friend, even if he planned to sell me out to the police. My eyes bored into Ash’s as they voted on the fate of his brother. Neither of us moved a finger. We were born into a world of violence and pain, but we tended to avoid the politics behind it.
“His birthday is next week. It would kill his mother if it happened before the party she is arranging,” Matteus
said in a flat voice.
Jordan nodded. “His access to all our systems has already been altered. The files he has access to now are fake. He is scheduled to go skiing with his friends after his party.”
Matteus took a deep breath that expanded his chest. “His mother can never know.”
“Accidents are unfortunate events that can happen to any of us,” Jordan agreed.
And as if we had been discussing nothing more than the weather, the death of Ash’s brother had been sanctioned. He would have a fatal accident while on holiday with his friends, far from the prying eyes of the police force he was selling us out to.
Jordan calmly typed into his phone like the psychopath he was. Each family had a responsibility in the organisation. His was security but he took a sadistic pleasure in his craft that sent a shiver down my spine.
I tuned out the remainder of the meeting, my mind still focused on Michael. He knew the consequences. What possessed him to think he could take down an institution that had stood for centuries? He’d always been a bit of a brat, but turning on his own family?
At the conclusion of the meeting, Ash and I both left together without a word. Sometimes your friends were closer than a brother, and that was what we were to each other. Family was more than blood, this society proved that. For the next week I had no intention of letting Ash do something stupid that would end up with a vote about him.
My club had a private booth that was reserved only for me. Sometimes I liked to come here in the noise and sit in the silence it brought to my thoughts. I couldn’t think over a loud, thumping beat.
I signalled one of my bartenders and a bottle of vodka appeared straight from the freezer, accompanied by two shot glasses. I cracked off the lid and poured. Ash and I lifted the glasses in tandem and started to work our way to the bottom of the bottle.
About halfway down, Jordan slipped into the booth, lifted the bottle, and took a large mouthful.
A quick wave heralded the arrival of another bottle. Jordan’s lips twitched at my actions.
“I’m sorry, guys.” I caught his words even over the tribal beat.
