by JA Huss
“I think it’s already out, Bric. My friend from work knew it was a sex club.”
“She thinks she knows. She doesn’t know. And besides, the top exec at every local news station in town is a member. They don’t report it, Chella. So don’t worry. Just relax and have fun tonight. We’re just getting started.”
It takes a few more minutes of convincing, but by the time the car arrives, she’s more relaxed. Or maybe just more nervous about Smith and me than she is about that Jordan guy.
As she should be.
We drive back to the Club and drop the car off. “Are you hungry?” I ask when I lead her inside. “We can eat first if you’d like?” She looks at the White Room, which is filled with diners. Wednesdays are open to the public, but I see a flash of fear on her face. “We can get room service later, if you’d like.”
“Yes,” she says, allowing me to lead her through the lobby to the stairs. We walk up to the elevator—Chella’s nervous glance over at Smith’s bar tells me she’s looking for him. “Room service later is perfect.”
“Good,” I say, punching the call button. When the doors open, I urge her forward. And when they close I press the button for five, not six.
“Aren’t we going to my apartment?”
I just smile. “Now why would we do that, Miss Walcott? That’s not where I keep my secrets.”
Chapter Twenty-Five - Chella
I know there’s nothing to be afraid of. This is Bric. But my stomach is doing all kinds of twists and turns as I watch the elevator count the floors as we ascend.
The doors open with a beep and Bric places his hand on the small of my back, pressing me forward.
I’m surprised to find that the elevator leads directly into the apartment. The ceilings are high. Much higher than mine, one floor above. And the windows on the far side of the expansive living room stretch from floor to ceiling, framing the golden dome of the Capitol building right in the middle pane.
The floors are a checkered pattern of black and white marble and the furniture is sleek, modern, and minimalist. I take a deep breath when I notice Smith off to the left, standing at the bar. He’s wearing a tuxedo, like Bric’s, and he’s holding a glass of champagne out for me.
“You made it,” Smith says, striding over as Bric takes off my coat and drapes it over a chair in the foyer.
“I made it,” I say, exhaling out the nervousness once I hear Smith’s voice. I know him. I know Bric. I know these men. The rules really do have a purpose. If we had tried this even last week, I don’t think I could’ve gone through it. Not because I didn’t want to. No. I really want to. But because I’d feel very ashamed letting myself be watched by one man as another one fucked me.
I take the glass and sip, then sip again to make sure my newfound courage doesn’t have a chance to fly away.
“You,” Smith says, “look stunning in that dress. Did you have a good time tonight?”
“Naked men dancing?” I laugh, looking at Bric. “How could I not?”
Smith and I don’t have the witty banter thing down yet, but I feel more comfortable with him now. And even though I did sleep with him last weekend down in the club, that’s not why I’m feeling more at ease.
I think I just… like him.
“Are you nervous?” Smith asks, putting his hands in his trouser pockets. Clearly he is not.
“I’m not sure.” I look at Bric, who is just as handsome as Smith in that tux. “I’m not sure what to expect.”
“Well,” Smith says, walking me as he looks me up and down. I turn my head to watch him gaze at the low dip of the dress. My bare back. My ass. And then I have to turn my whole body to keep up with his circle. “Bric and I have come up with something.”
“Something?” I ask, looking at Bric, who has been silent. Just watching Smith and I work this out on our own.
Smith waves a hand to the dining room table off to the right. The main rooms, so far, are open concept. So even though the spaces are large, they are open. And the dining room isn’t close enough for me to see what he’s motioning to.
I walk over, both men follow, and peer down at what’s waiting for me.
“You get to choose,” Bric says.
There’s a whip, a ball gag, a blindfold, and some rope. Just the way Bric likes it. And I begin to breathe a sigh of relief—that this will be somewhat familiar.
“Normally,” Smith amends Bric’s statement. “Normally he lets you choose, right, Chella?”
I nod slowly.
“But not tonight.”
My eyes shift up to his.
“I get to choose,” Smith says, reaching for… the blindfold. “And I choose this.” He steps around me and hands the blindfold to Bric. “You can do the honors.”
Bric is directly behind me. He places both hands on my shoulders as Smith backs off, his eyes never leaving mine, until he’s next to the kitchen counter, where he picks up a pair of wireless headphones.
Bric strokes my bare arms, rubbing them as he leans in to kiss my neck. I take another sip of champagne, but Smith is suddenly there, taking the fluted glass away.
“No, no, no,” he says. “A sip or two is fine. But we don’t want you drunk, Chella.”
Bric’s hands slip inside the obscenely low-cut front of my gown and then he rips it open, my skin stinging from the tape as it comes off my skin. Before I can react, he’s squeezing and twisting my nipples. “We just needed to get that taken care of.” He laughs into my ear. “Quickly.”
His chest presses into my back and I let the painful sting fade as I relax against him. His hands feel good and Smith’s eyes, as he watches us so… so very carefully, so closely, feel even better.
Bric’s mouth is on the back of my neck, then he’s expertly releasing the two buttons holding the top of my dress up. He lets it fall to my hips, exposing me to Smith’s never-wandering gaze.
Bric smiles. A very nice, appreciative smile. “Are you ready?” he asks me.
I bite my lip as Bric releases the zipper near my waist, and then the whole dress falls to the ground in a pool of fabric at my feet.
The blindfold is over my eyes before I can answer.
I reach for it, but Bric’s right there in my ear. “Shhh,” he says. “Don’t touch, Chella. Keep your hands down at your side until I tell you otherwise.”
I obey. I’m excited. Very excited. I have never had a sexual experience with two men like this before. And even though I know Smith won’t be touching, only watching, it’s exhilarating. What will he think of me? What will he think of Bric with me?
“Chella,” Smith says. And he’s closer to me now. Very close. So close I can feel the heat coming off his body. “Listen carefully, OK?”
I bite my lip again, unable to think.
“I’m going to put these noise-canceling headphones over your ears so you can’t hear anything. The only thing you’ll hear is music and the sound of my voice when I feel like talking you through something.”
My heart flutters when I realize I will be blind and essentially deaf, because I won’t be able to hear anything but what he wants me to hear.
“Think of it as an erotic soundtrack to what’s going to happen tonight.”
“What is going to happen?” I ask. The fluttering in my chest turns to pounding.
“You know what’s going to happen,” Bric says. “Tell us, so we’re sure you understand.”
“You’re… you’re going fuck me in front of Smith,” I say.
“Yes,” Bric says. “That’s what’s going to happen.”
“Maybe,” Smith says, placing the headphones over my ears. There’s a small click as he flips a switch next to my ear and then my world goes silent.
I reach up for the headphones, but my hands are slapped away. Then the music starts. A slow, hypnotic bass.
“Chella,” Smith says into the headphones. He must be talking into a mic. “Bric and I have decided not to follow the rules tonight.” He pauses and lets the music disorient me as a hand
reaches for mine and begins to carefully help me walk. I have never been in this apartment, so I have no spatial awareness of where I am, where I’m going, or even who I’m with. “We have decided you don’t get to know who will fuck you tonight. You only get to experience it.”
“What?” I ask out loud. But the headphones make my voice sound like an echo inside my head. Just like Smith’s.
A hand slips over my ass, right between my legs.
“You’re wet, Chella,” Smith says through the mic.
Is he the one touching me?
I stumble, but many hands are there to stop me from falling. Four hands, in fact. One slips between my legs again, one is squeezing my left breast. A mouth is on my lips, another on my neck. A knee pushes between my legs, forcing them open as I’m pressed up against a wall.
I am breathing so hard, Smith’s voice says, “Shhh, Chella. Just relax. You’re fine.”
I nod my head, but I’m still being kissed. My tongue is twisting with someone’s. Bric’s? Since Smith was talking to me? Is Smith’s hand between my legs? A finger pushes into my pussy and I groan.
The kissing stops and the hand on my breast comes up to my cheek to stroke it gently.
“Do you like that?” Smith asks in my head.
“Yes,” I say. I reach up for him. Find my hand placed against a jaw, slightly stubbled. But both Bric and Smith had a light dusting of stubble on their faces this evening.
One of them kisses me as the hand in my pussy goes away. One on my hip follows, and then there are only two hands. One man walks away, leaving my skin too cool where there was just heat.
“Are you ready?” Smith asks into the mic.
“Yes,” I say.
I am led once again. I count the steps and when I get to twenty-one, I am guided to the left, then forward ten more steps, until my knees bump into the soft edge of a mattress.
“Crawl onto the bed, Chella,” Smith says.
I lean forward, placing my hands on the soft comforter, and then my knees, as I begin to crawl.
“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.
