Behind Closed Doors (Bisexual Menage Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Romance Suspense): All Four Books Bundled Value Priced!

by Mia Moore

  My hand cups his balls and massage, coaxing them loose, try to prolong the pleasure, as I lift my head, lips tight, pulling up and off his cock. The tip of my tongue presses into his slit, licking pre-cum, loving the taste before once more I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth…till my lips and nose press into his groin.

  “Jesus you’re good...” He slides his ass forward on the sofa, settles deeper into the cushions.

  I glance at him as I raise my head, see the hooded eyes, lips parted, chest heaving. Oh yeah, he’s really enjoying this.

  My hand slips under his balls and press into his perineum, my forefinger slides between the cheeks of his ass, pushing to touch his asshole. I see and hear his intake of breath as his head falls back against the sofa.

  “Oh fuck…”

  My other hand grips the base of his cock, rubs up and down its length in tandem with my mouth taking him in and out…faster while my finger slips into his asshole.

  His breath hisses through clenched teeth, hips rocking up to meet my mouth, hand pressing me deeper and faster onto his shaft.

  “Yeah…just like that…SUCK IT!” A deep thrust into my mouth, filling me with his cum….another, “Jesus Tara!” and a final one…sticky sweet cum dribbling onto my chin…gulping him down…licking his cock…coaxing every drop.

  His hands pull my head back just as his hips jerk away. “Oh fuck baby…” He pulls me to my feet and onto him, cradles me in his arms. I rub my finger over my chin, scraping his cum off and lick it, looking into his eyes.

  “You’re beautiful.” He lifts my head and kisses me. In that moment I feel beautiful, as beautiful as I once was.

  My hand cups the side of his head, holds him tightly to me, as we kiss…long and languorous…two halves of a whole. Complete.

  Chapter 23

  The next morning I lay in bed, spread out like a starfish. I inhale and stretch, arms and legs trembling as my muscles wake. I throw the covers off and smile. Is he watching me? I feel a tingle in my pussy but resist the urge to touch it.

  There’ll be plenty of time for that later…with Mike.

  My eyes open wide at the sound of the click, the floorboard in front of my apartment door. I sit up and he’s there—a wide grin on his face, holding a stack of letters in his hand.

  “Thought I’d pick up your mail for an excuse to visit you. Don’t you ever pick it up?” He walks to the bed and sits on the edge, strokes his hand along my cheek. I turn my head but his fingers on my chin pull my face towards him.

  “Don’t. I’ve seen your face. You’ve seen mine. We don’t need to hide from each other.” He leans forward and our lips meet—a kiss as soft as a summer breeze. He pulls back and rubs my shoulder. “I’d love to stay but I’ve got work to do. Can we get together tonight? I’ll cook dinner for you.”

  “You cook too? I think I died and went to heaven.” I grin and give him a quick kiss on the cheek, hold the scarred side in my palm. I still notice the scarring but I’m getting used to it.

  “Okay, my place, six PM. Get some writing done.” He stands up and wags his finger at me. “No slacking off, playing with your vibrator.” He walks to the bedroom door and turns, wagging his eyebrow up and down. “Unless I phone you and tell you to.” He turns and is gone.

  What a crazy guy! I hope he calls. Maybe I’ll call him. I reach for the letters he’s tossed onto the bed. Hmm…the cell phone bill, two flyers and a letter from the District Attorney? My breath catches in my throat. Oh my God, it’s here—the notice I’ve been waiting for. My fingers shake as I tear the flap open and snatch the letter out.

  Two weeks. Breton’s parole hearing is in two weeks time. I swallow hard and slide the second drawer of my night stand open. The Twenty-five caliber Berretta lays silent as a tomb inside. I pick it up and walk to the window, hold it in both hands and raise it, sighting a lamp post. It doesn’t matter that it’s not registered in this state, that it’s in fact illegal for me to own it. What matters is that I know how to use it.

  Dad taught me how to shoot, growing up on the farm. I could hit tin cans off the fence, hardly missing one. I could never stomach to kill animals, even rats but that would change soon. Maybe I’ll take his kneecap before I shoot his dick off. I hear the pain’s excruciating. Almost as bad as a razor slicing flesh.

  I walk back to the night table and put the gun away. There’s no way I’m going to be able to write porn today. I’ll be too busy writing to the parole board, supporting Breton’s release.

  ***

  The hot water scalding the muscles in my neck isn’t doing the job. I raise my hand, fingers digging in to untangle the knots, which helps a little. The letters are mailed and there’s nothing to do but wait. I close my eyes and step into the spray, let it pour over my head for a few minutes before scooping shampoo into my palm.

  A hunger pang grumbles through my stomach. Shit I was so busy composing the right wording, trying to sound genuine in my forgiveness that I forgot to eat. Thank God, Mike’s going to feed me soon. That’s not all I need from him. My body’s so tense…even masturbation won’t cut it. He’s going to have to fuck me all night, not that he’d mind.

  I rinse the soap and turn the water off, step onto the bathmat and dry my body with the towel. Maybe, I’ll wear a dress, something sexy to really turn him on. He’s the release valve I need until this is over. Gotta keep him oiled and running smooth or I swear I’ll go crazy.

  I open the closet door and pick a slinky black dress from the hanger. With the four inch heels, and this hot little number, dinner’s not the only thing that’s gonna be on the table.

  Chapter 24

  He opens the door of his apartment and his jaw drops. I pull the lacy shawl from my head and shoulders and strike a pose—easy to do with my experience.

  He pulls me to him and puts my hand on his groin. “I missed you.” He nuzzles my neck as I massage his shaft through the coarse cotton of his jeans. Mmm…he’s all showered up and smells nice, soapy with an undertone of male musk.

  The door behind me closes and he takes my hand, leads me into his bedroom. My oh my. There’re candles glowing on the dresser, night tables, even on the window sill. Rose petals grace the comforter of his bed. He’s gone all out creating a romantic atmosphere for us. There’s a lump in my throat and my eyes well up for a second.

  I take a deep breath. Another time or place…maybe, but not tonight, not now.

  “Jeez Mike, you shouldn’t have. I was going to fuck you even without the flowers and candles.” My face is hard, eyes narrow when I look at him.

  The muscle in his jaw works and his eyebrows draw together. “The dress, looking so slutty. You shouldn’t have. I was going to fuck you even if you hadn’t fussed.”

  Touche.

  “Strip and get on the bed.” His voice is harsh betraying his anger at my comment.

  Good. It’s better not to get the wrong idea. We fuck really well together and I’m dripping wet, I need it so bad. He watches as I pull the dress over my head, toss it aside and turn to face the bed. With deliberate slowness, I bend and place my hands on the comforter, arch my back, display the cheeks of my ass and turn to gaze over my shoulder at him.

  Oh yeah, he tears his eyes from my ass and steps forward, gives me a resounding swat. “You want to tease?”

  I roll onto the bed and place my arm under my head. He scans my body, the lacy demi-bra and triangle of lace covering my mons. I lift my leg and rest my high heeled foot on the bed, let my knee fall to the side. I pull the string of fabric on my pussy to the side, slide my finger into the furrow, and slowly, deliberately, stroke my clit.

  Oh Jesus! The look in his eyes watching me sends a shiver up my spine and back down to my core. I’m slippery and wet, the lips of my pussy swollen in lust. I dip my finger inside me and hold it up to him.

  He steps forward, takes my hand and puts my finger in his mouth, sucks and licks it to the knuckle. His other hand is undoing his pants, pushing the fabric over his bulging cock. Oh God, i
t bobs when it’s released and hangs heavy, straight out, the slit filled with drizzle and oozing still.

  I sit up and put my fingers around it, pull my hand down and up its length, extend my tongue to lick his arousal. A thin viscous thread connects my mouth with his cock. I open my mouth, loving the hot fullness of his shaft sliding into me. I slide my fingers onto his balls and lift my mouth off him. I lick the underside to the coarseness of his pubic hair and still farther, pull his balls towards me and lick each one.

  “That’s it…I love that…suck them.” His words are just a breath, edging closer for me to take him in my mouth.

  Oooo…his finger touches my clit, vibrates it quickly. I can’t take much more. I need him inside me, fucking me hard.

  I pull away from his cock and lay back, watch him step out of his jeans, the muscular thighs with a downy coat of soft hair, cross over me, between my legs…his cock slides against my clit and down to my opening.

  Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK! He drives into me hard, presses deep into my cunt, hurting me the way I like.

  “Play with yourself. But don’t come until I say you can.”

  The man’s an animal, rutting and grunting into me and I cling to him with arms and legs wanting more. I slither my hand between our hot, sweaty bodies, onto my clit and vibrate it with my finger, fast.

  I can’t hang on much longer…the sensation of his cock diving into me, almost turning me inside out and the lust in my clit…. My fingernails claw at his back and ass, pulling him into me, harder still.

  “Look at me.” His voice is a growl.

  I open my eyes. His eyes are dark, intense, see into my soul. “Come for me.”

  Oh fuuuuuckkk. The pleasure spills out of us, and mingles…creamy hot sex…waves of bliss pulsing in our core. There’re only us in the universe, connected in ecstasy, seeking release in each other.

  His head drops onto the bed next to mine, panting, heart beating against my own. I trail my hands up his back, across his shoulders to the hard muscles of his arms- all male and mine in that moment. His penis slips out and he rolls off, exhales loudly.

  “Tara.” My name on his lips is sweet. He turns and places his finger on my lips. “I will never hurt you. You know that right?”

  “Yes. I’m not frightened. I admit in the utility room—“

  “Not like that. You’re dodging what I said. Why?” He props his torso up with his elbow and traces the scar on my cheek.

  “I can’t get involved with you or anyone. Can we just leave it at that? Just shits and giggles?” I take his hand away and hold it on my breast. Please don’t push this issue, Mike.

  “Okay. Just shits and giggles for now. Speaking of which…” He climbs over me and hops over to the closet.

  I catch a glimpse of two of the kittens trying to skitter past him, but he nudges them back with the side of his foot. He takes something off the top shelf and when he turns I burst out laughing.

  Oh my God! He’s wearing a mask, full face, dark eyes peering out though the eyeholes. He holds up a second and takes a step towards me. He hands me a female mask, also white but decorated around the eyes and cheeks with gold glitter.

  “What the heck?” I take it from him and test it on my face.

  He removes his mask and grins. “Would you like to go to a masquerade party? Actually it’s more of a club than a party.” He sits beside me. “It’s not your run of the mill, dance club. It’s private and things could get kind of kinky and sexy. I read about it on-line. We’ll try it and if we don’t like it, we’ll leave.”

  “When? I’ve got to get a costume, a dress.”

  He holds up a finger. “Tomorrow night. One thing though…wear your garter belt and sexy, lace bra. No matter how pretty the dress is, I’ve got a feeling you wouldn’t be wearing it long.”

  “Mike! Holy shit, I’m getting wet just thinking about it!” I take his hand and place it between my legs.

  “You’re already wet…remember we both came like thunder a few minutes ago.”

  “No, this is fresh wet. Honest. This is going to be crazy fun!” A sexy party where I’ll be able to indulge myself, maybe masturbate or have sex with Mike in public. He DOES know me well.

  Chapter 25

  The next night we enter what can only be described as a mansion. Mike, wearing a satin cape over the tailored tuxedo places my hand on his arm and escorts me across an expansive, marble floor, into a ballroom with cathedral ceilings. Despite the amber cast of the dimly lit room, costumes and masks of almost a hundred people are before us.

  A waiter, wearing a white shirt and dark trousers, face shielded by a phosphorous green mask appears at Mike’s side. He extends a tray of drinks to us, and from the shape of the glass I know it’s champagne. Mike hands me a glass and when his is in hand, clinks it against mine. “To us and this night.”

  I tilt the mask up and drink half of it in one gulp, feel the fizz tickle my nose. It’s been so long since I’ve done any kind of social scene, I’m nervous. Once more Mike places my hand on my arm and we venture forth, safe to gawk, check the costumes of the other party-goers. For the first time I notice the music playing in the background—a deep throbbing, techno beat.

  A couple to my left step back to allow us to pass, openly appraise us from head to toe. The woman wears a sparkling diamond studded black mask that covers the top half of her face. Her dark red lips form a small smile and she nods, almost curtsying, displaying a generous cleavage above a tight black dress. Even through the mask, I see her partner’s eyes gaze at my chest. Like Mike, he wears a tux but not nearly so well on his slender frame.

  After we pass them, Mike squeezes my arm and nods his head, signaling for me to look to the right of him. Oh my God! A man is wearing a smooth mask over his eyes but it also contains a nose—A PENIS NOSE, that’s fully erect and pointing north. Mike leans into me, “Gives a whole new meaning to the term dickhead, doesn’t it.”

  Holy shit! The guy nuzzles the nose between the ample breasts of his partner which isn’t difficult considering the fact that her dress doesn’t cover them, only supports them. I bounce to my tippy toes and whisper in his ear. “Talk about sticking your nose in, where it doesn’t belong.”

  The deeper we wander into the crowd, the more sexual and provocative they’re dressed or undressed. We stand at the edge of the dance floor, our mouths agape at the spectacle in front of us. It’s not dancing; it’s fucking to music, except they’re upright. One woman in a salsa type dress, legs in dark stockings circling her partner’s hips, clutched and supported in his hands, gyrates her ass, revealing glimpses of his cock entering her.

  Next to them, a Rubenesque woman, wearing a mask resembling a bird’s beak and eyes, holds a smaller woman against her body. The smaller woman, in a cat mask and body stocking faces outward, a lecherous grin on her mouth, hands covering the larger woman’s hands on her breasts. The smaller woman steps away, following the beat of the song, releasing a dildo that’s almost a foot long from her pussy. Oh my God, the larger woman’s wearing a strap on over the leather pants.

  Mike leads me onto the dance floor to a spot deep in the centre. From here we can see everyone! His hand rests on the small of my back, our bodies pressed together, and we sway. I press my cheek into his arm and watch a princess stand, with skirt hoisted to her waist, while the back of a man’s head shows at her groin. Her fingers clutch his hair, holding his face to her pussy.

  Oh fuck! Mike had said it would be hot but I’d never been to anything like THIS before—even the modeling parties weren’t this openly sexual. My pussy tingles, I’m so turned on. I pull away from him and slowly slide my hands along his body, lowering myself to my knees in front of him. I slide his zipper down, delighted to see he’s nice and hard, drizzling even. I free his cock from the pants and flip my mask to the top of my head. I lick him slowly, in time to the music, hold his cock with reverence, adore it with my kisses, from the base to the tip.

  I sense that people are watching and take all of it into m
y mouth, deep throat it. When I draw back, manicured nails appear next to my mouth and I turn, following the hand up to her face. Madame Pompadour stands beside me, smiles down, looks into my eyes. “May I?”

  My gaze flits to Mike and he nods. Well if he’s game for this then so am I. I bend my wrist, angling his cock to her, inviting her to join me. She falls to her knees and holds his cock, massages it and takes it into her mouth. I watch her lick and suck him, see his hips arch into her mouth, obviously enjoying every second.

  Something firm presses the back of my neck and I turn. Tight white breeches covering muscular legs, but it’s the long firm cock that I can’t take my eyes from. I touch it with just the tips of my fingers, spread the glistening drop over the head. It’s beautiful and so totally different from Mike’s. The head is like the top of an arrow, pointed, melding into the shaft. I lean forward, place my lips around it, roll my hand to the base, feel coarse hair against the side of my palm.

  He’s salty and smells like the beach; a hint of coconut. My mouth moves up and down on his shaft easily; he’s not nearly as thick as Mike. No wonder his wife drooled when she saw Mike. But this cock is good too. There’s a wicked curve to it that I’m sure would feel great on my G spot.

  Oh my God, another cock glazes my cheek. I turn to it and lick, still holding onto the first, massaging and rolling my hand over it. Oooo. My mouth closes over a black cock! Never sucked a black one before. He’s musky, thick but not as firm as Mike. He fills my mouth, his hand pressing me deeper onto him.

  A tug on the back of my dress, the zipper being lowered, fabric pulled from my shoulders and down my arms. I break off my grip of the first guy to shrug out of it, then the other arm. The cups of my bra are pulled down, fingers pinching and teasing my nipples.