The Rental

by Rebecca Berto

  “Better?”

  I nodded.

  “Can I ask something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Do you like it when we’re not alone, when we’re with strangers?”

  I turned my chin, thumbing my ear. “Okay,” I muttered and then said louder, “When I feel your interest, I love the attention. The need in you fires me off. You make me do things I don’t even understand.” I cleared my throat. “Can I ask you something now?”

  He nodded.

  “How jealous were you tonight? Really?”

  He chuckled. “You know, I was wild hot jealous when I had to watch Jimmy with you. But fuck me dead if I’m not hard enough to take you right here.”

  “Do you like it when I’m with others, Rick?”

  “It wouldn’t be appropriate of me to answer,” he said, his tone formal. But that hungry Rick soon emerged through gritted teeth, and he couldn’t help his honesty. “I love seeing you want to get to me. Being able to watch you. I get even harder, seeing you clearly. I swear I could have come after looking at you tonight in like fifteen seconds.”

  “What if …” I shut my lips and looked away. No, too far.

  “What?”

  “No, it’s so bad.”

  “Tell me.”

  “What if one time Nix were to touch me.”

  His eyes grew wide. I wiggled down to rub his cock between my ass cheeks.

  Suddenly, my pussy clenched and unclenched. I spoke with a strength and confidence I didn’t know I had. “What if I said I was horny for her to lick me? She’s gorgeous. She could get me wet, even.”

  He slipped his finger under my panties, grazing a trail between my cheeks, thumbing my back hole before rubbing my wetness up and down the length of my folds. “You drive me wild.”

  “I can’t get enough of that look in your eyes.”

  “What one?”

  “This one.” I slipped from his hands and sat myself on the edge of the basin bench. I lifted, slipped off my panties, and dropped them. Rick watched everything. He was now zeroing in on my exposed flesh, pink, swollen, and throbbing as I sat with my legs spread.

  He stalked to me, no hands, and moved his cock up and down my wet pussy lips. Then, with his hands, he stroked the side of my face, cupping my cheeks. Kissed my lips. And then, grinning, he dropped to his knees. He looked up, and it was the sweetest thing—him submitting, on his knees, and waiting to pleasure me.

  “Stay there on your knees until I’m ready,” I said.

  “It’s going to be painful. I’m going to bring you to the point where you can’t stop and then I’m going to stop, because you’ve been a bad little vixen tonight.”

  “You won’t,” I said. “I’ll ride your tongue anyway.”

  He plunged his tongue in, fucking me with it in the first stroke and simultaneously shaking his head as he ate my pussy, eating up my wetness and sucking loudly. I hadn’t expected the suddenness of his tongue on me and couldn’t help myself as I threw my head back and squealed. I couldn’t waste energy being embarrassed I made that sound because the pleasure was so high, so rapid, and it made my thighs clench. So, I squealed again, without abandon.

  “Rick,” I moaned. “Fuck me …” I panted, gripping onto his head and riding him harder, which he understood as he ravaged his mouth on me faster and rougher, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin. It shot a spark up my channel. “… fuck me, God, fuck me like that.”

  I tried to keep my voice even, but it rose as I stiffened and felt the spark in my sex. Rick felt it, too, and pulled away, grabbing my finger as I made to touch myself to ride the climax.

  He grabbed his cock and rammed it into me so suddenly I cried out.

  “Fucking hell,” I moaned into his ear. I bit the edge, needing to do something with my mouth.

  Pounding into me, he gave me no relief—not like last night. My virginity had been broken down and I was all woman for him to play dirty with. The dying spark returned to my sex, making me antsy with the desire pooling within. Shivers ran down my neck, and I fell against the side of his head, lips moving over the line where his hair started. Coiled up tight, I began to lick my lips, and met his ear by accident. The sensation zapped me like a perfect connection between two magnets. Without thought, I fucked his ear with my tongue, feeding my need to do something with my mouth—he was going at me too hard to kiss. Rick moaned the moment I touched his ear. I breathed hard, and then continued to fuck with my tongue as he rammed me with his cock.

  “Lick it,” he growled, holding his finger at my mouth, while working inside me with his cock.

  So, I licked it, afraid of losing the climax. He withdrew the soaking finger and that was when I felt him push it up my other hole.

  “Beg, baby,” he rasped.

  “Ahh,” I whimpered.

  “No, beg. How much do you need me here,” he said, rocking his hips, “and there,” he twisted his finger.

  I could have cried. Oh, fuck it was beautiful.

  “Please! I’m begging.” I ground out.

  He worked both appendages, and the sudden climax doubled—a shattering feeling that broke me apart. The pain and pleasure of release crashed through and out of me in waves, combined with the ecstasy of double penetration.

  It truly was twice as good as last night.

  Then he cried out and pulsated, firing up my dying climax again. I rode it longer as crippling pleasure made me shudder and weaken around him.

  He jerked inside my body one last time as my pleasure soaked deep throughout my core, my limbs. If I could turn around and see my reflection in the mirror as he could see us all this time, I’d surely be glowing.

  Through the silence came Nix’s voice, “Fuck, can I have whatever you’re having?”

  I trapped my mouth, dying out the ill-timed giggle. “Shit, I’m going to die of mortification.” I snapped my gaze to Rick who was smiling down at himself, washing up.

  “You do this stuff for a job, love.” Nix. Damn her.

  I called out, “No, I don’t! Oh, my God, I just got eavesdropped on while fucking. For real. I’ll never be able to look at you the same.”

  “Pssh!” Footsteps up to the door. “As if you didn’t plan to give me some.”

  “You bitch.”

  “Come on, you were loud all this time. You knew I was there.”

  True.

  “So can I come in? This is ridiculous talking to a door after hearing all that.”

  Rick looked to me. He mouthed, “Are you okay with that?” then looked down to his half-hard cock, still naked after washing up.

  I nodded. It wasn’t like Nix hadn’t already seen his cock, and we all had done some crazy shit together before, even if it was for a job.

  She sauntered in, wearing only her bra and panties—well, at least she had put her bra back on. “What I really wanted to say,” she said, “was sorry. I didn’t know you were, you know. Together, together. If I did anything to come between that.”

  “Oh, we’re not together as a couple,” I said without even thinking. Being here in The Rental building had me still thinking about Victoria mode. That meant protectprotectprotect.

  “Actually,” Rick said, “Victoria was just telling me how many dirty thoughts she had of you touching her.”

  Nix looked down to what I imagined were her swollen, throbbing folds. She hadn’t gotten off like I had now. A jolt of pleasure rippled through my chest and legs. I snapped my legs shut.

  She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. “Really?”

  “No way. I was kidding.”

  “I heard you mention wanting me,” Nix said, walking up to me.

  “Thought Rhett would like the dirty talk.”

  Put on the spot, I was all talk, no guts. How on earth would I say I’d been dreaming of a woman like her trying things on me?

  “You ladies, I love all this, and I’m turned on seeing it, but this big man here needs time, so,” he said, shrugging and smiling. “You can start
without me.”

  I shook my head. How could my boyfriend say that? Wasn’t doing this cheating if it wasn’t for a job? I’d do this stuff for our job without flinching, and I’d enjoy it at the same time, but crossing this line with a staff member for personal desires, with a woman no less, was something that made me ache in embarrassment.

  Lost in thoughts, I missed a look between Rick and Nix. Panic struck me. “Don’t go fuck each other. I’ll kill both of you.” I pointed at Rick. “Your dick stays inside my—” but his mouth cut me off. His tongue delved in, circling mine, calling for me to deepen the kiss. I moaned into him, “More.”

  His finger touched my throbbing folds. God, I ached for him. The pulses of pleasure had built within me already, my climax from before so deep and high, it worked me up for more, though my body was too tired to ride it through.

  But his finger. It was so soft, and …

  And then I realised. This time it was a different finger. It was slim and the long strokes were elegant, rhythmic.

  I pushed Rick back by his chest to see Nix smiling at her handy work, fingering me. Me. My pussy.

  I moaned and told myself I was too stunned to tell Nix to stop, or yell what the hell. That I’d stop after a few more—oh, fuck it. I moaned harder and harder, riding Nix’s finger. It was far too late to stop. My insides were all twisted at the horror at what I loved, but regardless, I jerked back and forward on the gorgeous woman’s finger. I tensed from crippling toes to clenched pussy to gripped fingers on the edge of the basin.

  Though my dreams had been less vulgar than this, I’d wanted it, and now I had it … Disgusting, I let a woman … and then I understood the twisted feeling inside me. It was hot and made my belly shudder hard, almost like a cramp, but an impossible passion I couldn’t move away from. I’d never had a more erotic moment in my life. I snapped my eyes down to watch the gliding motion of a woman’s touch entering me, disappearing into the channel of my body.

  Nix pulled out her finger and dipped it inside her own mouth. “You’ve got a beautiful girl, Rhett.”

  The bloody guy was standing there with a fully erect cock saluting me. His jaw was dropped open, and he didn’t blink as he unconsciously rubbed the head of it against the corner of the counter.

  Nix scooped her finger along my sex and then fed her finger to Rick who held his tongue out. He wrapped it around Nix’s finger and sucked as if he were dehydrated.

  “You have a way of making a guy wild,” he said, staring at me.

  I was so high, I pushed aside the severity of these turn of events until later on because I wanted to come with Rick, knowing he was ready again.

  Nix rubbed my clit, making me buck. “Mmm,” she moaned.

  I still couldn’t believe it. A woman was fingering me, and I loved it—craved it—because Rick was there, hard as a rock already, and dying with a little jealousy in his eyes. I noted he’d again rubbed the head of his dick against the bench. He needed relief. ASAP.

  Nix smiled at me and then at Rick. As if she … as if she read my mind. Nix held Rick’s chin facing her with a finger and stared at his mouth.

  She wouldn’t.

  She stepped forward. The back of her other hand grazed his head down below. She was a whisper from his lips.

  Nix. Nix was going to touch his cock. My dick. My mouth.

  Wait, when had I said fuck you to the rules and marked Rick as my possession?

  Rick stared at me unmoving. He held an intense look, and not one of us said anything. And neither of us moved—except for Nix, slowly. She was looking at me now and waited for painful seconds as her lip grazed Rick’s. She moved her leg to rub it on his cock as her bottom lip again grazed his. Rick looked sideways at me, as did Nix, waiting for me to react.

  Was this blinding, white-star, all-consuming jealousy what my boyfriend felt earlier when I let Jimmy claim me? God, how could he stand it?

  And, how could he stand to not watch and revel in it when its purpose was to elicit a certain type of reaction?

  Nix locked her lips on Rick then, tearing her gaze away and grazing his length with the back of her hand.

  “Wait,” I cried.

  Nix pulled back, lips parted, breath heavy.

  “Touch me.” I cleared my throat. “I need you to touch me, too.”

  Nix pushed Rick back against the counter. She grabbed the base of his cock as she pushed a finger up my channel, eliciting moans from both of us. Fuck, this was so screwed, so wrong, and so right. She stroked him again and plunged her finger in and out of me.

  My thoughts raced. I was being finger fucked by a woman who was giving a hand job to my boyfriend. Rick looked down to my pussy. He didn’t even look at Nix stroking his own dick. He was entranced by her finger in me.

  “Do you like another woman touching me?” Rick asked.

  “I can’t stand it,” I said through clenched teeth. “I want to pleasure y-you.” I stuttered on my last word, the ‘you’ coming out as a moan as Nix stroked my clit harder.

  I looked down to see Rick’s cock was free, and Nix was giving me her sole attention.

  “I’m so horny,” I admitted before I could stop myself. “It drives me wild that another woman is touching my man.”

  “Like this?” Nix asked, cupping his balls. “Or this?” she said. Her jaw worked, and spit dribbled from her lips onto Rick’s hard cock, the erection sticking out, crying for attention.

  “Please,” I gasped, wanting to close my eyes, but unable to look away.

  Rick’s attention focused on Nix, looking down her body, and hitched on her tits.

  “Please.”

  Nix’s mouth turned up into a smirk. She bent her arms behind her back, halting exactly where I didn’t want her to touch—her bra. But she unclipped it, the front sagging. Nix held her smirk, looking directly into my eyes as she shook out her arms and the bra came free.

  “Don’t,” I begged as I sat there, grinding my hips, writhing uncontrollably, and not an inch embarrassed. Fuck, I could come endlessly tonight.

  Nix stepped up to Rick and gripped his cock with two hands, holding her arms straight like she was daring him to stop now. Go on, try to stop me now. My cheeks flamed and my knuckles itched to coil into a fist. Everything in me twisted into a painful coil as Rick leant down to lick a circle around one of Nix’s tits, one around the other and then a streak up her breastbone, between her collarbone, and up to Nix’s chin as she lolled her head back. I was pulsing, and once again, my pussy was clenching and making me hump nothing with an unstoppable need to be filled.

  And just as it started, Nix and Rick shared a look and then turned to face me.

  Their faces held a question.

  Nix stepped back and rubbed her finger over her own clit, then plunged her hand down under her panties. “Did you like that show?” I didn’t have time to moan, let alone respond. “I need you guys to come for me. I need to come.” She slipped off her panties and they hung around her feet. “Please, I need you to let me watch him fuck you. Create your own porno right there for me to watch.”

  “Do you want that, Vee? Do you want to let someone else watch us?”

  “I want her to watch you own me,” I confirmed.

  He stood against me with his cock against my opening. “I’d be fucking you as your man this time. You’re mine. Everything. And I want Nix to know. Hell, I want everyone to know.”

  “Have me,” I said roughly.

  “Mmm,” Nix moaned. “I need you to come for me, I’m getting so close. Show me how much you need each other.”

  Rick picked me up and impaled me on his cock. With his hands on my ass, he jerked me up and down unkindly. I latched onto his shoulder for leverage. Rick didn’t even notice the ease it brought. He held me in the air, his thighs leaning against the counter but my weight only supported by him pawing at my ass and bringing me up and down.

  He’d never given me this much of him. And I realised, I’d never been so honest with him, either.

  All
three of us came together, Rick’s grunts eclipsing Nix’s muffled cries, and my whimpers exceeding both of them.

  There was something about having temptation there, attempting to lure in a man, and him only having eyes for me that made me feel more trusting in Rick than I ever was for Justin. I never felt better than this moment, knowing Nix knew Rick was my man despite what they’d done. And they’d done it with a specific purpose, both wanting me to answer their unspoken question. Rick was done with games, and somehow, Nix knew how deeply our feelings ran.

  I whispered into Rick’s neck, staring at Nix, “Yours. All yours.”

  • • •

  NIX LEFT US in the bathroom with no more than a slip—her panties on—a clasp—her bra secured in place. While Rick’s and my heavy breathing subsided, a resolute thud signalled her exit from the entire rental room.

  I slid my gaze to Rick, heaviness low in my brow. Ecstasy pumped, lifting my mood, but tears brimmed and so did anger. In the aftermath of our intimacy, my thoughts swam and created a dizzy haze. Sex swollen and body glowing, it told a different story from the dark, icky feeling creeping up my back. I shivered, succumbing to the shadows of my mind. The passion felt right but as the moment slipped away, so did my confidence. A treacherous tear slipped from my eye.

  Rick leapt to my side to wipe it away and cooed that it was all right. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  My eyes went for it, the floodgates opening and more tears plop, plop, plopping.

  “Shh, what’s wrong?” he cradled me to his chest, rubbing the back of my head.

  I couldn’t answer, so I hugged him tight, squeezing his slick, sweaty, and chiselled mid-section muscles beneath my grip. I hated myself for wanting more of what just happened, because Rick was mine—all mine. Yet, part of me melted all over again at the sheer erotic nature of the experience. I squeezed my eyes shut to block the feelings off.

  After a few silent minutes, he said, “What happened is okay. We’ll get through it.”

  I pulled back and gazed at his eyes, all traces of the sharp, twisted madman gone. He was my loving, tender Rick.

  “I can’t believe you let her do that,” I whispered and reached out. I meant to touch him, but a sudden anger hardened my strength, and I shoved the heel of my palm into his chest.