The Rental

by Rebecca Berto

  Jimmy should have been an overweight man in his middle age with too much money to blow and not enough charisma to attract girls naturally.

  This real life Jimmy, however, had a fine arm leaning on the door and a toned stomach. He didn’t have a grey through his hair in sight, but he did have the slightly rugged skin of a man in his early thirties. His grey eyes perused me carefully.

  I couldn’t lie my way out of this. He’d seen my profile and had no doubt taken a long look at it. Plus, it was a few minutes to my arrival time of seven. Rick’s throwing me into the wall must have been loud enough to remove this naked man from his intimate moment.

  I probably shouldn’t have liked how Rick had that effect on me.

  The man smirked at us those few seconds we both stared at each other, leaving no room for me to freak out. He zoned in on my tits and rubbed the head on his cock, eyes shutting out the real world and transporting him elsewhere.

  Seconds later, when he was done, he opened his eyes and turned, calling back into the room. “Is this one a freebie, Nix?”

  I remembered the name. She was the original rental. On cue, Nix sauntered into view of the open door. She stood only in heels, a waist-high corset and a G-string. Her breasts spilled over the corset, red around the nipples.

  “Rhett?” she asked. “Well, he’s on the books. Up to you.”

  Rick pulled away from me toward the door, and no sooner had the gaping space separated us, Jimmy’s eyes fell to Rick’s pants.

  “He’s definitely up for it. Rhett, is it? Up to you, mate.”

  Rick snaked his arm around my waist, looking down into my eyes. My gaze softened, soaking up the need in his expression. I wasn’t done with him, and I didn’t have to be it seemed. We could ‘work’ together simply because he worked for The Rental in some capacity. Us thrown into the moment meant we couldn’t actually talk, but I wished I could have pressed pause on the world so we could discuss this. Such as what were the rules for Rick? Would he have to let this man do whatever he wanted with him?

  The idea of all of us in that room and not knowing what could happen heated my desire, and I bit back a sound at the sensation of my juices running down, as if readying me for the erotic explorations ahead.

  “May I?” Rick held out his hand, and I took it.

  We both stepped in, hanging by the wall together. Jimmy shut the door and stepped back to include Nix.

  “Hi,” she said, walking to us. “I’m Nix. You the new rental?”

  I nodded. “Victoria.”

  She was a couple of inches taller than I was in her heels. She bent and pecked a kiss on my lips, feathering a touch along my arm and over her breasts, and then turned to Jimmy.

  “Beautiful, isn’t she?” She smiled at Rick. “Rhett.”

  “Hey.”

  I looked anywhere but at them, inspecting the room. It was styled similar to one of the photos Rick showed me. There was a long sofa along the wall, black studded leather and some chairs nearby. The far end of the room held a king size bed—a silky duvet spread cover in champagne and black thick stripes with matching pillows in the solid colours. Right on the other side, a kitchenette was nestled against the corner, a small section of tiles meeting the cupboards and fridge, and a couple of metres out, a table set.

  The room was darkened with no overhead lighting, only soft yellow tones from wall shades hung on the half-wall baroque wallpaper. This room was luxurious, but it also had homely touches, as if Jimmy wanted to play out a certain fantasy of his.

  That fantasy became mine, grabbing at the possibility to have Rick for one more moment in a way that wouldn’t be wrong.

  Nix sauntered up to Jimmy and guided him backward with two straight fingers pushing at his chest. He fell into a well-placed chair, and under his gaze, she leant over his legs and made a show of dribbling on his cock while he rubbed himself. Her ass faced Rick and I, the G-string nearly swallowed between her ass cheeks. Her folds squeezed and contracted around the skinny fabric, making me squirm.

  The skin pinched together and spread out, matching the shapes and thrusts of her hips and legs as she put every muscle in her body to use for the show. And shit, was she wet. Lampshade glow lit up her backside. There was a glistening sheen that ran at the apex between her thighs and the darkened fabric along the seat of her G-string.

  It enticed my hunger, and I felt a growl from within like it wasn’t my stomach empty, but my womanly needs.

  I imagined Rick’s fingers teasing my mound, torturing me into the beautiful and feverous state like this woman was. Her exposed flesh and the visual of Rick pleasuring me made my eyes roll.

  “Finger Victoria.” Jimmy looked up, blinking to snap out of his daze and focus on Rick. “I want you to make her come in front of me while I do.”

  I shuddered in anticipation, outwardly letting the feeling wrack my body and rip my innocent little expression to shreds. Jimmy had accepted my fuck-up of arriving in the arms of another man, and I planned to show him how much I appreciated it since it seemed to bring him as much pleasure.

  Rick’s hand crawled under my dress, working its way up my thigh. I jolted. People were watching us, and the embarrassment flooded my cheeks with heat. I sank into the embarrassment, squirming in my heels. My panties moved slick under my sex, ignited from the erotic scene before me.

  His fingers walked up to the top of my inner thigh, brushing the material over my bud. I shifted my legs apart. Jimmy’s eyes were placed where Rick’s hand disappeared, his gaze so hard it felt like hot laser beams. Rick’s fingers moved aside my panties and glided over my smooth mound, three fingers cupped, moving along my opening, and hooking inside to dip into my wetness.

  I moaned when his cool hand breached my hot skin.

  “Where do you want us?” Rick said.

  Nix was rubbing up and down Jimmy’s arm with clenched fingers and letting him motorboat her tits while he jerked himself off.

  Jimmy moaned, “On the bed.”

  Rick picked me up around the waist and drew me against him. I snaked my legs around his body as he walked us over. We collapsed in fits of shallow breaths.

  Jimmy got up and stood at the foot of it. “Here.”

  He beckoned Nix. She came around to his front, baring her ass at his body, and parted her legs so the backs of her thighs connected with his. She bent down, head turned, with what I imagined was that daring look of hers. Seconds later, she returned into a straightened position. Her hair spread over the duvet, and she reached out and fisted the bed cover.

  He worked his cock back and forward in his hands, pulling himself down her back.

  Their scene had raptured us both. I scurried backward on the bed as my needs made themselves known in a hot, wet sensation that travelled down my passage. I blushed but held Rick’s gaze.

  “I want to see her absolutely lose it. I want her to scream and want you bad. Make her want you,” Jimmy said, his voice staggered.

  Rick’s fingers inched under my panties once more, leaving the snap of them on one side to engorge my sex. His finger found my clit instantly, feeling right and magnetic. I closed my eyes and leant back on a pillow, relishing in the sensation of him rubbing my heat hotter and slicker.

  This.

  This fucked-up, wrong, erotic dream was what I wanted—not some clueless teenage boy touching me like he thought he saw in the movies.

  His set of watching eyes, her exposed body, my wet need, and his fulfilling fingers for my hunger—that was what I craved.

  “So fucking wet. I’m so hard for you right now,” Rick growled into my cheek, nose and lips squashed against me with his ferocity.

  He pressed the length of his body down me, making known how much he enjoyed me like this for him. Bursting with need, I inched my fingers down to feel the hard bulge through his pants. Just like he said.

  “Mmm,” I mumbled. I imagined exposing his rock solid cock, jerking it as he plunged a finger into me. I clenched at his pants to grab hold, but the dress material p
revented more than the rough shape of his bulge. He was relentless in my frantic state, plunging in, out, with punishing force. I had to clutch the duvet so I wouldn’t propel right up to the head of the bed and out of his reach.

  “S-stop,” Jimmy panted.

  Momentarily, I lost myself in my own sensual world, forgetting he was even there. Propping up on my elbows, I saw him still jerking himself over Nix’s arched body.

  “I want to see her open. Take it off.” He jerked faster. “Make her come now. I can’t hold off much longer.”

  Rick yanked up my dress, stretching the fabric to breaking point. I lifted my hips, and he rolled my dress to my ribs and rolled my panties to my knees in seconds. Cool air brushed my hot, tender skin.

  I cried loud for them all to hear. I needed to hear myself that I needed it. “Fuck me with your finger. Please.”

  He brought himself to me, eclipsing the light, and pulled a tight sensation inside me in my wait. The moment his lips claimed mine, I felt his hot breath expelled harshly between us from his flaring nostrils. His soft, gliding tongue appealed to my softer side, encouraging me to open wider.

  A moan sounded from the end of the bed. Jimmy must have liked that. Rick kissed me again while his finger rubbed small circles on my clit.

  “Baby,” I cried, my breath stuttering into little whimpers.

  Rick drove a finger inside with his other hand, thrusting in and out as fast as he rubbed my clit.

  “I’m coming,” I rasped as Jimmy’s grunts grew deeper yet and his pants harder.

  Overcome by shudders, I threw my head back and cried out again as Jimmy’s grunts slowed with the spurting sounds of his juices.

  Clenching and throbbing, I let go further, and it shattered another wave of euphoria through me. Rick kissed my neck, the softness driving my climax higher. I spurred the moment on by images of Rick’s hard cock pulsing for release. I came longer than I ever had, including his expert finger work on my bed.

  Especially, knowing we were being watched.

  I understood why The Rental was so effective.

  Jimmy was continually wanting, forever being driven higher by his needs. No wonder clients came back for this stuff. There was something infinitely more erotic about remaining forever on the cusp of everything you wanted.

  My eyes fluttered open to see Rick lick one finger then the second clean. Fingers that were inside me. Though I just came, my clit tingled at the sight with want for more, more, more.

  I looked down to spot what I desired. Rick’s cock strained hard against his expensive pants. It needed release, and I wanted to be the one responsible for that mess. I brushed my fingers over his crotch and he whimpered and jerked spontaneously up at me.

  “Uh-uh,” Jimmy warned, shaking his finger at us. He tucked his cock inside his pants. Nix had left without my noticing, inside the bathroom at the other end of the room, illuminated by the light inside. “I need to come with you guys next time. Wait until I’m throbbing for it.”

  Nix came out and sat on a stumpy footstool, one I hadn’t noticed hidden in the shadow of the farthest side of the sofa. It was much lower than the others were, but as soon as Jimmy walked behind her to bury his crotch in Nix’s hair, I realised why the height.

  Was everything here customised for sexual needs?

  The Rental would be my undoing.

  Jimmy smiled at us, his hands on Nix’s shoulders. Looking at Rick, he said, “You’re going to beg her for it.” Looking at me, he said, “You have to wait until I’m ready.” He pulled on Nix’s hair so her head craned and she looked up into his eyes. “And you, my naughty girl, can watch and play along with me.”

  • • •

  FROM BUST DOWN, I was completely bare. Still. Rick and I lay back on the bed, and Jimmy had passed his eyes over my crossed legs. I guessed Jimmy allowed it, so I stayed in that position, the most demure way I could hide until we would begin again.

  Rick crossed his hands over his chest, and by the tightness in his grip, I guessed it was to stop them from wandering. I felt that itch to touch him within my own. I’d climaxed maybe ten minutes earlier, but it wasn’t enough. With Rick, I was learning one release was a tease, and I waited with a consistent pulse thrumming between my legs for another high, and another, until he had diminished my strength.

  I watched my toes, looking past the ache to touch myself since Rick couldn’t yet—not without Jimmy’s approval. My legs were stiff with renewed tension. Staring at them gave me an idea.

  I angled more toward Rick and grabbed two spare pillows. I bent my knee and stuffed them under for leverage. The position gave Jimmy and Nix the view of my outer thigh, and Rick the view of the triangular curve from the inside of my knee to my pussy, and to the other leg. Might as well give him a treat. With the reveal, his eyes popped and he swallowed roughly, the sound strained and pained in the thickness of his throat. He followed up with a strangled cry and moved a hand to his lap.

  From ahead, there was a chuckle. Jimmy. “No touching yourself. Neither of you.”

  He stood and walked along the side of the bed, smiling. “Seriously, you guys are the best I’ve had. That chemistry. I haven’t come so hard in ages. Fuck, you guys are a turn on.”

  Rick and I met each other’s eyes. Did he feel what I did? When we were intimate, he pushed my limits, exploding the innocent side of me and exposing the sex-driven beast within. Virgin or not, I loved the pace we were moving at and how deeply he made me learn and feel along the way to that final reward. I wanted him to make me a woman when the time was right.

  Rick confirmed my questioning eyebrow by ever slightly tipping his chin up, eyes trained on me to the side, and expelled a pent up breath through the gap of his tight lips.

  “Nix, sit on me,” Jimmy said.

  He turned the chair ninety degrees so the side faced the bed. He sat down and clung onto the end of the arms.

  “Just what I wanted, sweetie.” She moved to the front and straddled him, curling her legs around, and tucking her feet at the back of the chair legs. Jimmy looked her up and down, a ravishing gaze.

  “Can I kiss you, sir?”

  “Not yet, sweetie.”

  “Jimmy.” She smoothed her hands around his neck and licked circles under his chin. “Please, I want you so badly.”

  “I love it when you want me, Nix.”

  “I do. Please.”

  He chuckled and she pouted as if that truly devastated her.

  Jimmy relented, and for a couple of minutes, they kissed. We sat on the bed and waited, watched. With every passing moment, I grew hungrier for Rick. The remnants of my orgasm still pulsed dimly inside me, whether real or imagined, and they plucked my nipples into hard buds.

  Rick glanced between my face and his pants, making an expression that told me how much pain he was in. His pants could only form a small point, his hard cock squashed. I could have wept at that injustice with the influx of emotions and chemicals swimming through my heightened state of arousal.

  “Please,” Rick panted.

  Jimmy withdrew from kissing Nix and gave his attention.

  “Can Rhett free his cock? Please?” I asked. “I need to see it.” It sounded so unlike me, but like everything that Jimmy wanted from his fantasy, given the way Nix was addressing him.

  “Hmm,” he said, scratching his chin in a mock way. “Is that what you want?”

  Rick glanced over me with half-lidded eyes fluttering when he locked onto my displayed pussy exclusively for him. “Yes,” he said to Jimmy, “I need her to see how hard I am.”

  He pinched his lips together. “Very well,” and motioned to go ahead.

  Rick sucked in a breath, gazing hard at me. I licked my lips unconsciously and stared at his pants for the moment to come. He looked down too, as he undid his button then slid the zipper down. I wanted what he wanted and had for days since he first released my needs.

  A pulse quickened between my legs, making me keener. Rick had given to me so generously. More than I w
anted to come again, I wanted to suck him into my mouth, feel him on my tongue. Give him back what he made me feel for him.

  He pushed his pants off, exposing his strained cock. It quivered to a still point like a flicked doorstop. I briefly imagined leaning over him, eyes up, gazing at him through my lashes as I went down on his smooth length. He unbuttoned his shirt next and wriggled out of it, throwing it away with one hand. I returned the viewing favour, pulling off my bunched dress completely, stripping it to the same side his clothes had landed.

  We played our teasing game for minutes as Jimmy and Nix continued. I would stare at Rick’s erection and he stared, pained, at my remaining item of clothing—my bra. I removed it at last after many seconds had been spent.

  “Please,” Rick begged again.

  I was pining after Rick so intensely I hadn’t paid attention to why Jimmy and Nix were facing us side on. Intermittently through their making out, they looked over their shoulders at us on the bed. Jimmy wanted her to see like he could because he knew she loved the dirtiness of it all as well.

  Nix cupped Jimmy’s face, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. He had her waist pressed in his hands. They both moved her against him mockingly with what I couldn’t have—touch.

  Surely, Jimmy wanted to come again. He had to be ready.

  I couldn’t think of the alternative. I couldn’t wait here on the cusp much longer, nor did I want Rick to.

  “Can I touch him yet?”

  “Ye … ye …” Jimmy panted as Nix still rocked against him. “In the mouth.” He held Nix’s neck back in a powerfully loving grasp while he caught his breath. “He needs to blow, fucking you in the mouth.”

  I looked up at Rick, grinning.

  “Move horizontal across the bed, so I can see you.”

  Rick picked me up under my back and transferred me to lie down sideways as instructed. I went limp in his arms and gave him total control. He grabbed the two pillows that were underneath my knee and lifted my head to put them under. He pushed them into shape.