by JA Huss
“Stop,” Smith commands. “Lie on your back, Chella. And then be very still for me, please.”
Holy fuck. But I do as he asks. My legs straight, my arms at my sides. My blind eyes staring up.
One of them removes my shoe, taking time to caress my calf. I moan and the heat between my legs builds.
The other shoe comes off with just as much careful attention. This time he caresses my inner thigh. All the way up to my pussy. The mattress dips as he straddles me, one knee on each side of my thighs.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Smith says. “Kiss me back.”
His body leans over me. His jacket is gone. Only the soft cotton of his white dress shirt touches my breasts as his mouth softly caresses mine.
I kiss him back. We start slow at first. His hands on my breasts again. His tongue searching for a way inside me.
I open my mouth and there’s a moment when we stop to just… taste each other.
And then there is no more hesitation. My hands are in his hair. My mouth can’t keep close enough, even though his lips are crushing mine. Our tongues are twisting together and he begins to rock his cock against my stomach.
He pulls away, and my head tries to follow, desperate for more. Not wanting to break contact, not even for a moment.
“Do you feel my cock?” Smith asks, dipping his hips down so he’s rubbing me. He sits up and takes my hand, placing it over his thick, hard dick. “Take me out, Chella. Take me out and stroke me.”
I release his button, then pull his zipper down. His dick, holy shit. I picture it the way it was the other night. So hard, peeking through his open zipper in the Club. “I want to suck it,” I say.
“We’ll get there,” Smith says with a small chuckle. “But first, Bric wants you to suffer. He’s sitting in the chair, beating off already. You make him hot, do you know that? Do you know how badly he wants to fuck you right now, but he can’t? Not until I’m done, anyway.”
“You’re the one on top of me?” I ask.
“What do you think?” he asks. His hand wraps around mine, making me squeeze him harder. He helps me jerk him off. “Is this my hard cock? Or someone else’s?”
I stop for a moment. “Is there someone else here?”
“You wouldn’t know, would you?”
“What?”
He laughs. “Maybe that’s Quin’s cock in your hand. Maybe it’s a total stranger’s cock in your hand. What do you think, Chella? How many men are in this room right now? Watching? Wanting to take a turn with you?”
“What?”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Smith asks. “Do you want us to stop? Because we will.”
“No,” I say.
“So you’re OK with these men in here watching? You’re OK if they want to fuck you?”
“Are you OK with it?” I ask.
A small hesitation. “I wouldn’t have them in here if I wasn’t. I like to watch, Chella. But I want to fuck you very badly as well. And this is my chance to have it both ways. So make up your mind. Do you want to surrender yourself to us tonight? Or do you want to walk out?”
“Who is on top of me now?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” And then he laughs louder. “Does it matter?” he asks. “If you don’t see them, then it’s just one man, Chella. Think of it that way. Just one man. One cock. No one else is here but me and you. How about that? Can you make yourself believe that?”
His hand is between my legs again and I know exactly what he’s looking for.
Permission.
He gets it by way of my sopping wet pussy.
“But of course, that’s just the fantasy you need in order to let us gang-bang you tonight. We both know the reality. So it all depends, Chella. On whether or not you can live the fantasy and deal with the reality later. Or know for sure what’s happening. Who is on top of you, and who will be fucking you right now.”
He slips a finger inside me. Kisses me again, but just quickly. Just enough to make me want more. When he pulls back this time, he withdraws his fingers and places them on my lips.
“Suck them, Chella. Suck them while you think.”
I do. I taste myself. I taste my longing on his fingers.
“Should I keep going?” Smith asks in my head. “I’m more than happy to slip my cock in your mouth and fulfill your wish. All I need is a yes.”
Is he on top of me? I try my best to think clearly. Does he wear cologne? I don’t think so. And I don’t smell any. But I can’t remember if Bric wears cologne. Or Quin. And if this is some random stranger from the Club on top of me right now, I’d never know. I have no idea who I’m going to have sex with if I say yes.
“Chella,” Smith says again. “Tell me no and we’ll stop. It’s very simple. One word and we stop. We’ll leave you and Bric alone and you can do whatever you want. Aside from fucking, of course. Because if I leave, you won’t be getting fucked tonight, will you?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I decide. “In fact, stopping isn’t even an option for me right now.” My hands come up and find the face of the man in front of me. Bric or Smith, it doesn’t matter anymore. I hold his face. Their faces. “I’m in. Whatever happens next, I’m in.”
I can feel Smith’s smile in my ears. “Good,” he whispers in a low, low voice. “Good.”
Then… he’s gone. Just the hypnotic music remains in my ears.
Whoever is on top of me shifts off to the side, and then the mattress sinks and I know he’s getting up. “Where are you going?” It feels like I’m talking to no one. Like my words are a dream inside my head.
I get no answer.
I lie still for several minutes at least. I can feel that there are people in the room. More than one, I think. But how many, I can’t know for sure unless I pull the blindfold down.
I don’t do that. I begin to count in my head and I wait.
When I get to four hundred twenty-nine Smith’s voice is back. “Did you miss me?” he asks.
“Where did you go?”
“Just having a little conversation with Bric. To see what we’d like to do with you now that you’ve accepted our offer.”
I draw in a deep breath. “And what did you decide?”
“No more talking, Chella.”
Hands pulls my legs apart, spreading them wide. “Your pussy is so pretty,” Smith says. “Should we lick it?”
Fuck. Both of them? “Yes,” I say, a little out of breath already.
The mattress dips on both sides of me. One hand on my left thigh, one hand on my right.
I cannot move. I cannot breathe.
Two mouths are kissing my stomach. Two hands on my breasts. Two fingers slipping inside me at the same time.
I picture what it must look like. As if I were just an observer, looking down from the ceiling.
They are both naked now, like me. Their hard bodies pressing against mine. My hands are aching for both of them and my palms wrap around two long, hard cocks. I pump them. The mic is gone. My head is filled with nothing but the hypnotic music and the sound of my own heavy breathing.
One of them moves up, his mouth kissing between my breasts, my neck, my mouth. I’m hungry for him, whoever he is. Bric or Smith. It doesn’t matter. He sits up, straddles my chest, and then the tip of his dick is pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and take him in, just as the other one lifts my legs and opens me up. His lips are caressing the folds of my pussy, finding my clit, and then his tongue flattens out and he licks me. Long laps of his tongue start to drive me wild.
I am lost in the sensations. I’ve been blindfolded before. Many times. But never with two men. Never have there been so many sensations coursing through my body. Never have I felt this sexy, turned on, ready to accept anything they want. Ready to surrender to the erotic, carnal nature of sex.
The man at my face pulls his cock from my mouth and kisses my lips. And then he is on the move. Lifting my body up, sliding underneath me. His hands hug my stomach, his arms encircling my
waist. Surrounding me with his claim on my body.
But at the same time, the other one eases himself between our legs. His hand is slick with lube and he presses a wet finger into my asshole to get me ready. Seconds later a cock is there. I squeal at the pressure and the pain, but whoever is in charge right now slows down, lets me gets used to his thick girth, and his cock slips deep inside my ass the moment I relax.
Fuck.
I’m still being held by those arms when another body is on top of me, pressing against my breasts as his mouth finds mine and we kiss. We kiss hard, and soft, and fast, and slow. We kiss every way we can. Like we are so damn hungry, we can’t control our urges.
The blindfold is ripped away. The headphones removed from my head. Smith is on top. I lean my head back and Bric is whispering in my ear. “Yes,” he says. “Yes.”
“Yes,” I echo, looking at Smith again. His hand is between my legs playing with my clit. The other one is pumping his hard cock.
The look on his face is starvation.
He scoots up, his muscular thighs pressing against Bric and me, and when his cock slips inside my pussy, I don’t moan… I scream.
With pleasure.
I am gone. I am done. I am right where I want to be.
I am in heaven.
They fuck me. I fuck them. Bric’s strong arms never stop hugging my waist. Smith’s punishing mouth never stops kissing mine.
I come so fast, they both start to laugh while I writhe between them.
Before I’m even done, Smith drags me off of Bric and says, “On your knees.”
I already miss them both as they jerk off. I open my mouth and this makes both of them smile as they come on my face.
I don’t know if it’s luck, or skill, or simply fate.
But I am… in heaven.
Smith reaches over to the bedside table, grabs a washcloth and cleans off my face
This is what I’ve always wanted. “More,” I moan, so sad that it’s already over. “I want more.”
Bric pulls me back into his arms and we fall onto the soft bed, laughing. He pulls my back into his chest as Smith settles next to me. He places a hand on my cheek as Bric whispers sweet things in my ear.
“This is just the first time, Chella,” Bric is saying. “It will only get better.”
Smith kisses me and smiles, then closes his eyes and hikes a leg over mine, claiming me, even though another man is hugging me tight.
And we just breathe.
This is why I’m here.
I wanted them both.
And now that I have them, I will never them let get away.
Chapter Twenty-Six - Chella
The next morning Bric wakes early, and I wake with him. Smith is still here, which surprises me a little. I figured he’d be gone. But he’s not. He’s got his face buried in a pillow, legs spread out across the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask in a whisper.
“I gotta go take care of some things downstairs,” Bric says, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. “Are you going into work today?”
“Yes,” I say. “I have to be there early, actually. We have a delivery today and it’s scheduled for eight AM.”
“I thought Matisse was the only exhibition until March?”
“He is,” I say. “But I’m in charge of the Denver Undiscovered Artist Show in February and our gallery is where the jurors choose participants.”
Bric comes back out of the bathroom as he lets the water get hot. “Sounds fun,” he says, kissing me on the mouth. It’s a nice kiss. He holds my face as he leans and when he pulls away, I reach for him.
“I’m late, Chella. But I’ll see you tonight, OK? One last Christmas party, then we’re done.” He winks at me. “Until New Year’s. But we’ll talk about that later.” One more quick kiss and then he’s gone, closing the bathroom door behind him as he gets ready for work.
“Work?” Smith mumbles beside me. “Really? Why the fuck do you work, Chella?”
“I like work,” I say, turning my body towards his.
“We could stay here in bed all damn day.”
“I’m pretty sure the rules are back the minute Bric leaves.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” Smith says into his pillow. “Doesn’t mean we can’t just sleep next to each other for a while.”
I don’t say anything as I picture what kind of hell that would be. I feel the need to get the fuck out of this bed right now before I start touching him. Groping him. Wanting him.
“Unless,” he says, lifting his head just enough so he can open one eye to peek at me, “you can’t control yourself around me? I have that effect on women, so I get it. It’s OK.”
I shake my head and smile. “For real, Smith, you’re right. I think your rule sucks. I’m not even ashamed to admit it.”
He takes an interest in this revelation because he cocks that one visible eyebrow at me.
“But I don’t think you’d last long either,” I add.
He turns all the way over on his back. His dick is so hard, it’s practically sticking straight up in the air.
I roll my eyes. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m so good at self-deprivation, Marcella Walcott, I could stay right here. You could play with yourself until you come on your fingers and I’d still be… right here.”
“Really?” I ask, turning on my side and propping my head on my hand. “Then why did you take me downstairs last weekend?”
He presses his lips together in a small frown. “It was a conscious choice. To piss you off.”
“Piss me off?” I laugh. “I think you failed.”
“Yeah,” he says. “I can see that now. But I really thought you’d have a little jealous streak in you. And if you saw Bric and Quin fucking that girl, you’d walk out.”
I just stare at him.
“But you didn’t. So either you have no jealous streak or you’re here for some reason we don’t know about yet. Which one is it?”
“I’m not the jealous type,” I say without missing a beat.
Smith smiles. “Good. Because I’m bringing another woman to your house to live with me.”
“What?” I ask.
But Smith is already getting out of bed. “I got shit to do today,” he says, already reaching down for his pants on the floor. “So I’m gonna head out. Tell Bric I’m looking forward to tonight.”
“You are not moving another woman into my house, Smith Baldwin. I’m fucking serious.”
“Not jealous, huh?” he asks, looking at me sideways.
“It’s got nothing to do with jealousy,” I say, sitting up on the bed, kneeling. “It’s my house, not yours. You can have all the extra whores you want, but not at my house.”
Smith just smiles as he slips his shirt on, looking down at his fingers as they button it up.
“I’m serious. I better not get home tomorrow and find another woman in my house, Smith.”
He knots his tie, still smiling, staring straight at me as he tucks his shirt into his pants and zips them up.
“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
“Not jealous?” he says. “No, you are. So why didn’t you get mad when you saw Bric and Quin with another woman?”
I huff out some air. “I don’t even know them.”
“How about I don’t move her into your house? How about I just bring her along during our time together? So I can fuck her. You know, since I can’t fuck you. Would that work for you?”
“You’re not going to do that.”
“I’m not?” Smith asks, sitting down on the chair to slip his shoes on. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re getting fucked by Quin when I’m not around.”
“It’s not the same. If you want her as part of our arrangement, then we should all agree. I’m not the one who made the rules for Quin.”
“OK,” Smith says, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair and slipping it on. “I’m up for a renegotiation. I’ll call the meeting for Friday. We can
all discuss.”
I just stare at him.
“Unless you’d rather not, Chella.”
“I’d rather not. If you’re serious, and I’m not sure you are. I think you’re playing with me because it makes you mad that I’m not the jealous type.”
He walks around the bed, fully dressed now, and stops in front of me, then leans down, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. Not a long one or a passionate one. Just a kiss goodbye. “You’re the jealous type, Chella. And if you don’t admit it right now, I will be bringing that girl to your house tonight. She might even be there tomorrow when you get home. I might be fucking her when you get there.”
He’s such a liar.
“And,” Smith continues, “you can think I’m joking, or just playing with you all you want. But everything I just said will turn out to be true.”
“Why are you being an asshole?”
“Why won’t you just admit you’re the jealous type, but you’re here for the kink, Chella? You like it dirty. You like it dark. And you are willing to overlook the fact that Bric and Quin were both fucking another woman in front of you, because you got to watch and get fucked by me at the same time.”
Silence.
“Admit it, Chella. Or things are gonna get real complicated.”
“Why would you do that? We had fun last night, right? Why fuck it up with this new game?”
“Why won’t you admit you’re a dirty little slut who likes the dark side?”
“Fine,” I say, looking up at him. “Fine. I like it. And you’re right. I’m the jealous type under certain circumstances, but that girl last weekend wasn’t even in the top million things on my mind at that moment.”
“Who was on your mind, Chella?” Smith asks, still smirking down at me.
I let out a long breath. “You,” I say. “You were. That’s it. Just you.”
His smirk falls into a smile and then he leans down and kisses me again. Short, sweet, and filled with promises. “That’s all I wanted to hear, Miss Walcott. I’m all for the self-delusional lies, Chella. But it’s nice to get the truth every now and then.”
He turns away and calls out, “See you tonight,” as he leaves.
