by Lola Swain
“Well, that was subtle,” I said to James as I looked around the deserted lobby. “This place is creepy at night.”
“Yes,” James said and kissed my neck, “and it is we who are the creeps! I will fuck you until you pass out, you know.”
“Yes, I’m counting on it.”
The car door of the elevator opened and James and I stepped inside.
“Hold the car!” A man called out before he appeared at the door. “May we join you?”
It was Patrick Lucien and Céline.
“Oh, Sophia, you were amazing!” Céline said as she stumbled through the door of the elevator. “Wasn’t she amazing, Patrick?”
“Absolutely,” Patrick said as he walked toward me, his dark eyes blazing and kissed my hand, “amazing.”
The doors to the elevator closed and Patrick put his hand around Céline’s throat and pushed her across the car until she slammed into the wall.
“Oh, boy,” Céline said as Patrick ravaged her neck, “I think Heinrich spiked the punch with too much rum. What do you think, darling?”
“I think it was perfect,” Patrick said as he unbuttoned Céline’s white blouse.
I watched Patrick and Céline grinding against one another and was very turned on by the scene. I backed into James’ body and as I wiggled my ass against him, I felt he was aroused too. I lifted my arms over my head and put them around the back of his neck and dug my fingernails into his skin. He breathed heavily into my ear as he untied the sash on my red robe and peeled it apart, exposing my body.
“Patrick,” Céline said, “turn around and look at her. Doesn’t she have an amazing body?”
Patrick turned around and stared at me, I looked directly into his obsidian eyes and he winked.
“Gorgeous, darling,” Patrick said and turned back to Céline. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Patrick stood back a bit from Céline and pulled her big tits out of her white lace bra. He brought one of her tits to his lips and flicked his tongue back and forth over her hard, pink nipple.
“Oh, I love it when you do that,” Céline said.
James placed his palms over my tits and ran his hands slowly down my body as I moved my ass back and forth against his cock. He pushed his knee between my legs and parted them wide. He placed his fingers between my legs and rubbed my wet flesh.
“So fucking wet,” James said in my ear as I grinded against him.
I watched Patrick suck on Céline’s nipple and she threw her head back and dug her fingernails into his back.
James pulled up on the hood that covered my clit with is fingers and held it back and the swollen bud popped out. He held his palm it front of my mouth.
“Lick it,” he said.
“Yes, lick it,” Céline said as she watched over Patrick’s shoulder.
I pressed my tongue to James’ smooth palm and licked it up and down. James brought his hand down and his wet palm grazed back and forth against my sensitive clit.
“Yes,” I said as I leaned against James’ hard body. “More.”
Céline and Patrick stopped what they were doing with each other and watched what James did to me.
“Look at how wet she is,” Patrick said as Céline rubbed his cock over his suit pants. “Man, she flows.”
“I want a taste,” Céline said as she stared into my eyes.
“I bet you do, my beautiful little whore,” Patrick said as he stared at me and smiled. “I bet you do.”
“Then, come have a taste,” I said as James rubbed my pussy faster.
Céline slid down the wall to her knees and crawled toward me.
She knelt in front of my legs and grabbed the back of my thighs. She raked her long nails up and down the back of my legs and brought her face toward me. James took his hands off my pussy and dragged them back up my body until his fingers came to my nipples.
Céline brought her mouth to the inside of my thigh and ran her lips up my leg as she rose up on her knees. She clawed at my ass and then brought her fingers to my pussy and probed my wet skin with her fingertips.
“Such a beautiful pussy you have, Sophia,” Céline said as she looked up at me. “Such a pretty cunt.”
Céline brought her mouth close to me and ran the tip of her tongue between the folds of my pussy and swirled it around my clit. My legs trembled as she lapped at my pussy as I imagine she used to lap at her bowl of cream.
“Goddamn,” James said as he watched Céline lick me, “if that is not the most beautiful sight, I don’t know what is.”
“Fuck,” I said and grabbed the back of James’ neck as he pinched my nipples, “that feels so fucking good.”
“And it looks so fucking good,” Patrick said.
Céline came up on her knees and stood in front of me. Her full lips were glossy with my wetness and she smiled as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss her.
“Sweet as honey. Taste,” Céline said as she pressed her lips to mine.
“They should join us, Sophia,” James said into my ear as Céline kissed me.
“Yes,” I said. “You both should join us.”
“Smashing idea,” Patrick said and threw Céline over his shoulder as the elevator doors opened into the Alchemy Suite. “Lovely night for a ménage à quatre.”
“Drinks?” Patrick said.
“Sounds good,” James said as he took off his jacket and flung it over a club chair. “Bring them into the bedroom. Ladies?”
James led Céline and I into the bedroom and we sat on the bed. He stood in front of us and loosened his tie.
“Well, this is an unexpected and fortuitous development, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” Céline giggled and kissed me on the cheek.
“And should we ask sweet Sophia if this is going to be strange for her?” James said and stroked my cheek.
“Stranger than us?” I said and smiled. “Not at all. I wouldn’t have invited them if I didn’t want to.”
“Sophia?” James said and knelt at my feet.
“Yes, no discomfort allowed,” Patrick said as he balanced four rocks glasses filled with scotch in his hand. “Well, unless you’re into it like my sassy little slut.”
Céline laughed and took a glass from Patrick. I raised my hand up to Patrick who handed me a glass of scotch. I drained the glass in one swallow and handed it back to him.
“A professional, I see,” Patrick said and chuckled. “And here I thought I was the only one.”
Patrick passed the rest of the drinks around and James drank his down as quickly as I had and placed the glass on the floor. He put his hands on my knees and parted my legs and I shrugged my robe off my shoulders.
“I seem to be the only one undressed,” I said.
“Right,” James said and rose from the floor.
I scooted back on the bed and watched as James, Céline and Patrick took their clothes off.
“My God, you are beautiful, Sophia,” Patrick said as Céline fell to her knees on the floor in front of Patrick’s hard cock.
“Thank you,” I said as James sucked on my toes.
Céline sucked the head of Patrick’s cock into her mouth. His hands gripped the back of her head and pushed her toward him until his entire cock was in her mouth and her lips pressed against his body. Patrick tugged on Céline’s hair and dragged her mouth to the tip of his cock and then pushed her toward him again until her mouth was around the base.
James crawled up my body and kissed me. Then he looked into my eyes as he stroked my hair.
“I’ve decided something,” he said.
“You have? What have you decided?”
James pressed his body against mine and kissed the side of my neck.
“I’ve decided that I do not want you to fuck Patrick.”
“You don’t want me to fuck Patrick or you don’t want me to fuck any other man?”
James looked down at my chest and smiled.
“I love your dimples,” I said and licked his cheek. “What�
�s the answer to my question?”
“Can we just leave it at that for now?” He said and dragged his mouth down my chest and sucked on one of my nipples.
“For a bit, yes,” I said. “But, if I am not to fuck Patrick, you are not to fuck Céline. Deal?”
“Yes,” James said, “deal.”
I arched my back and pushed on his head so my breast went further into his hot mouth. He nibbled on the tip of my nipple and ran his tongue back and forth around my breast.
Patrick lifted Céline up under her arms and tossed her onto the bed. She landed beside me on her back.
“Oh, you are a randy boy, aren’t you?” Céline said to Patrick. “Get up here and give me that hard cock.”
“How do you want it, muffin? Ass or cunt?” Patrick asked as he stood at the end of the bed.
“Why, both of course,” Céline said and giggled.
Céline grabbed my face and kissed me as Patrick parted her legs and ran his tongue up and down her pussy.
“Can you still taste yourself on my lips, Sophia?”
“Yes,” I said and licked my lips.
“I want more,” she said.
Patrick pulled on Céline’s feet bringing her down to the edge of the bed and stood between her spread legs. He held his cock between her legs and rubbed the head around her pussy. She arched her back as Patrick shoved his cock into her and looked at me.
“Climb on, Sophia,” Céline said and moaned. “I want to lick your pussy while Patrick fucks me.”
I untangled myself from James and crawled down the bed. I planted my knees on either side of Céline’s head and lowered myself down to her mouth. Patrick thrust his cock in and out of her and as he did, her mouth and tongue moved up and down my pussy and I gasped.
“Oh, my God,” I said.
James knelt behind me and scratched my back as he pulled my hair.
“Do you like that?” he said into my ear.
“Yes, it’s amazing.”
“Go down on her, Sophia,” James said as he pushed my shoulders forward. “Return the favor.”
I slid down Céline’s body toward her pussy and lowered my mouth to her. I watched Patrick’s thick cock ramming in and out of her and I grabbed onto the edge of the bed and licked her.
I pulled up on Céline’s mound and her clit popped out from underneath the hood. I closed my lips around it tightly and sucked on Céline’s clit as I would a cock. Céline dug her fingers into my thighs as I rocked my face and my tongue back and forth across her pussy and rubbed my pussy back and forth across her face.
And then…well, and then the best part happened.
As I lay on Céline’s body as Patrick fucked her, I licked her pussy and she licked mine, I felt James move behind me as he straddled Céline’s head.
“Spread your knees, Sophia,” James said. “Poke that beautiful ass out for me.”
I spread my knees wider planting my clit further into Céline’s hot mouth. She dug her nails into my ass and I grabbed her legs and sucked on her clit. James stabbed at my pussy with the tip of his cock and then entered me fully to the base from behind. I took my mouth off Céline and I screamed as James pounded me, forcing my body up and down Céline’s body with each thrust.
“Suck her off,” Patrick said and pushed my head down until my lips once again closed around Céline’s clit.
My entire body throbbed as Patrick and James hammered me and Céline in unison.
Animals, each one of us, thrusting and grinding and clawing. Wet with sweat, wet with sex, wet with bestial profanity.
This is the way it is always supposed to be, no faint hearts or self-conscious agendas…just deep, raw fucking where pleasure is the only thing on the brain. And in a moment of riotous climax, we four screamed from the deepest parts of ourselves and came.
And then, we collapsed where we lay and slept like a den of bears in winter.
“When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.”
George Bernard Shaw
James and I were back in the library a few nights later sitting at the large, shiny mahogany conference table, opposite each other, reading. It seemed like we were making a home there.
“Will this be our room?” I said.
“Do you want it to be? I’ve always stayed here, I like the books, but if you don’t like it—”
“No, I love it. I just wanted to know. I like to feel like I have a home.”
“Well, now you have a home.”
“That’s nice,” I said and smiled as I looked around the room.
“James?”
“Yes?”
“The other night was fun, right? I mean, with Céline and Patrick?”
“Are you asking a question or making a statement?”
“I felt closer to you. It’s kind of strange to say that since there were other people involved, but I did.”
“I felt closer to you as well,” James said and went back to reading his magazine.
“Yes, it was fun,” I said as I recalled the events. “James?”
“Yes, Sophia?” James said and put his finger on the paragraph of the magazine article.
“You owned a lot of companies, right?”
“Yes, many.”
“So were you a millionaire?”
“Millionaire? Blasphemy!” James said and clucked his tongue. “Billionaire is more like it.”
“Huh,” I said and smiled. “Wait a minute…Verrazano…are you the bridge builder?”
“Look at these hands, Sophia. Do these look like the hands of a bridge builder?”
“I don’t know. You are the man who told me he was a caretaker, remember?”
“Yes,” James said and laughed. “That was pretty dumb. But no, I am not the bridge builder. Anyway, it was named after the explorer, not the man who built the bridge.”
“I never knew that,” I said. “What types of companies did you own?”
“Steel, publishing, design firms—architecture, not furniture arranging. I have an airport in the West Indies and a hotel in Ibiza. Oh, and jewels.
“You own a jewelry store?”
“No, a diamond mine in South Africa,” he said and chuckled.
“Wow, jack of all trades.”
“Yes,” he said and looked back down at his magazine, “and as it came to be, master of none.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I can think of one thing you’re a master of.”
“Well, I don’t think cock master was what my mother was going for when she encouraged me to start businesses from the time I was young. But as it was, I was addicted to acquiring and collecting.”
“Women too?”
“Yes,” James said and sighed as he looked at me, “women too.”
“How positively pedestrian,” I said and fluffed my hair, “a millionaire, excuse me, billionaire playboy.”
“Hey, it was what it was.”
“And the money, what happened to it?”
“It’s still there; accumulating, waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“My return,” James said as he focused on the latest issue of the New Yorker.
“Your what?”
“What?” James said and looked up at me.
“Did you say your money is waiting for your return?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said and tilted his head.
“I do,” I said and covered the page of his magazine with my hand.
“Then why’d you ask what I said?”
“Because I wanted you to clarify. Is there a possibility of returning?”
“Of course not, Sophia,” James said and picked my hand up off the page and put it down next to the magazine on the table. “It was a Freudian slip. Anyway, to answer your original question, my brother Richard is in charge of them now and is probably running them into the ground. Every time I see the name of one of my companies in a magazine or newspaper, I have to stop reading. It
hurts too much, you know?”
“Yes, I know,” I said.
I grabbed the latest issue of the Boston Globe off the newspaper rack and scanned it for any news on my case.
“James, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, June bug,” he said as he looked up at me. “Ask away.”
“Do you ever wonder why you came here?”
“I know why I came here,” he said and closed his magazine. “I was thinking about putting in an offer to buy this place. I was fucking around with a new chick and I brought her along.”
“I know, but of all the chicks you could have fucked and all the places you could have fucked her, why her…why here? Of all the places Brandt could have picked to take me on a honeymoon, why here?”
“That’s the way life works, Sophia. Look at Kevin Parsons, he came here by accident when he took a left when he should have taken a right. Then what happens? Poor guy decides since he’s here, he might as well stay and cancels his reservation at the Trident where he was originally booked. Then, he slips on the bathroom tile and smacks his temple on the corner of the cast iron wash basin and dies. That’s all it is for anyone, Sophia. A left when it should have been a right.”
“The Road Not Taken,” I said.
“What?”
“The Robert Frost poem. ‘Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.’ ”
“Exactly,” he said and smiled.
“How the hell am I going to get Bobby Allen out of this?”
“You have to accept the fact that you may not be able to.”
“I can’t. I cannot let a man sit in prison for something he did not do to me.”
“There is no you left, remember that,” James said and frowned.
“You know what I mean. Couldn’t I send a note? Just a few short words to the police to push them toward Brandt and Nellie?”
“No,” James said and slammed his hand on the table, “it is absolutely forbidden!”
“But why?”
“Because it is against the Law. Don’t you think I’ve wanted to write letters to my attorney directing him on what to do with my companies? Don’t you think that any one of us would like to write a letter to our fucking loved ones hoping to ease their pain? And do we? No, because it is against the Law.”
