Falling Into the Black

by Lauren Runow

  I stared at Professor Spence for the rest of the class last night. Not listening to a thing he said but more trying to figure him out. Paying attention to his body, listening to his voice, anything to show me if this is Maverick. There are definitely some similarities; his size and skin tone are similar to what I remember, but it is very dimly lit in the club.

  His jaw line along with his voice could definitely match. But I’ve only been in the club one time, so tonight I need to pay very close attention.

  I’m fighting with my curiosity of knowing and my fun of not knowing. The excitement of the club is not knowing who this person is. Now that I might know, I didn’t want it to ruin the anonymity of the club for me. The thought of it turning into just another one-night-stand type of thing bothered me. I just joined. I’m afraid if I know who he is then it will ruin everything, and I’ll be left with only the one night of fun I had.

  And what are the freaking odds of me joining a sex club—finally—and I fuck my teacher. Surely, the world isn’t conspiring against me that much.

  It’s that damn question; did curiosity really kill the cat, or in my case, my pussy?

  As I enter the club, still having no clue what I want to do or not do, I decide, fuck it, I’m going to pray I’m wrong and that it’s not him. If it is by chance my professor, at least it will make my class that much more interesting.

  I look around, noticing people already starting to scene, and the sight alone sends tingles down my legs and a rush of excitement through my veins. I pause, deciding to sit and watch the foursome unfolding in front of me.

  I’m here to keep an eye on things for Preston and Kamii, so what better scene than a foursome. I still can’t believe I get to be a part of something like this, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to sit and watch, or rather, enjoy my view.

  To my surprise, I feel a warm arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into him and whispering close to my ear, “Busted.”

  Professor Spence.

  I turn around to face him. “Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?” Does he know, too?

  “Hey…” He pulls me into his front. “Don’t be ashamed. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying watching people fuck.”

  I try to look past his mask and into his eyes, but I can barely make out the dark orbs looking back at me. Before I respond, I take my time, looking him up and down, studying his body, his clothing, even his shoes. Trying to find anything to accurately identify him.

  I have my suspicions, but I’m not ready to state the fact yet, so I decide to play along. “Where’s your friend?”

  “You liked that, didn’t you? The way he watched me fuck you last time.”

  “Maybe,” I say, placing my hand on his chest.

  “He’s here. Don’t you worry. You want to play with us again, tonight?”

  “Is that even a question?”

  “Well…” He leans in and kisses up my neck. “You liked me that much then, huh?”

  “Don’t be so sure of yourself. Your friend had a lot to do with it, too,” I tease.

  “Ha.” He laughs out. “Let’s go find him then, your highness.”

  He takes my hand and walks me to his friend, who’s leaning against the bar, and to my surprise, he’s wearing a different mask than the last time I saw him. This one is bigger, covering more of his face, making him appear even more secretive. His mood doesn’t look as bothered tonight, but he’s still standoffish with his body language. A part of me is dying to know why, but a different part is praying he plays the same game.

  He looks delicious in designer jeans and a tight Henley that’s showing off the crazy muscles this man has. He nods at my arrival as he brings his beer to his lips, taking a drink while his eyes roam up and down the length of my body. I do the same and am stopped short when I notice a thick watch on his wrist. It’s unlike one I’ve ever seen before where the band is more of a cuff and is a good two inches thick. I took him for a business type, maybe a lawyer like Cole, but this watch makes me think he’s more of a punk or skater.

  Interesting.

  “Do I get to know your name tonight?”

  He doesn’t respond, just shakes his head, and fuck me, my whole body sings with excitement knowing I’ll get another night like the last.

  “Then what’s your plan? Are we going to play a game?” I tease, stepping up to him, plastering my body with his. He doesn’t push me away, and for a brief moment, his hand grips my waist tightly, almost too tight, before turning me to the side to face Maverick as he brings the bottle to his lips again.

  Rejection starts to fight its way into my mind, but it’s quickly pushed away when his hand reaches up, moving my hair to the side like he’s admiring what he sees. His hand stays there for a few breaths before nodding his head to Maverick like he’s ready to go.

  Maverick guides me to the same room, and my secret man sits in his same spot. I think we’re going the same route when a deep, husky voice calls from in front of me. “You want to play a game, so let’s play a game.”

  I look up, and the man is sitting with a slight smirk on his face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and circling a beer bottle down low between his fingertips.

  Something about him intrigues me. His mystery. His demeanor. His everything.

  I hear Maverick chuckle, and I respond, “What do you have in mind?”

  “I’m in charge tonight. You. Do. What. I. Say,” he says all long and drawn out but keeping in his deep voice that reminds me of Batman and Bruce Wayne. It’s obvious this isn’t his real voice, and a part of me is dying to know why he’s going to such extreme lengths to conceal his identity. But the other part of me almost wants to jump for joy at the thought of not knowing and playing his little charade.

  “What’s the fun in that for me?” I taunt.

  Maverick grabs my arm, pulling me into him. “Dare you doubt us?”

  Chills rush down my spine, the fear of the unknown sending my blood rushing through my veins as my heart beats what feels like a mile a minute.

  “Never,” I whisper as Maverick’s hands reach up, cupping my breasts roughly at the same time, which only adds to my excitement. And fear.

  “Good answer,” he whispers in my ear before he pushes me back against the bed.

  I’m almost positive this is Professor Spence…Cole…my teacher…so if they want to play a game, I’ll play right along with them. I’ll let them think they’re in control, but at least for right now, I have the true upper hand.

  “Strip,” Maverick demands.

  “You didn’t say Simon says,” I taunt back while gripping my hands behind my back, pushing my breast up on display as I swing lightly back and forth.

  His lips pull up to a smirk, and I know he likes the push and pull, yet another thing confirming this is truly him.

  “Okay, Simon says take off your clothes.”

  I grin, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I guess I have to because he said Simon says.

  I hold it up to him, dangling it on one finger as I sit on the bed on my knees. “Do you want it?” I ask.

  “Give it here,” Secret grunts out.

  Both Maverick and I turn to him. For a second I forgot he was even here. Watching.

  I fling my bra his way, and he catches it with ease, running it through his fingers and thoroughly examining it before looking back at me.

  “You lose. I didn’t say Simon says,” he taunts when our eyes lock.

  He stuffs it into his pocket before sitting back, taking another swig of his beer and giving us a nod to continue.

  “Simon says undo my shirt,” Maverick commands, bringing the attention back to him.

  My lips tilt up as I crawl over to where he’s standing and slowly start to undo each button, leaning in to kiss every spot I reveal, one inch at a time.

  “Simon didn’t say kiss me,” Maverick points out, placing his finger under my chin and tilting it up to bring his lips to mine for a brief moment. “Who’s in control here
?”

  Secret speaks up in his same harsh voice, “I am.”

  Every time he talks, shivers tingle down my spine. The mystery he’s holding makes me more excited, and when Maverick wraps his hand around my pussy, feeling the wetness seep through, he leans down to kiss me again.

  “Should I be jealous?” he whispers into my ear. “Why do I get the feeling you like him more than me?”

  I turn my attention to him. “Maybe I do.” I tilt my head to the side, giving him a sexy smile.

  “But he hasn’t even touched you. I’m the one who made you cum last time.”

  He leans down, roughly pulling my panties off while pushing me back on the bed to remove them completely.

  When he climbs on top of me, I giggle. “Do I sense some jealousy?”

  “I’m the one about to fuck you. There’s nothing I have to be jealous of.”

  I sneak a peek over at Secret, but he’s gone. I jump slightly when I hear, “Sit up,” in a deep, demanding voice to my side.

  “I knew he couldn’t stay away for long,” Maverick teases, sliding back, giving him room to sit behind me.

  He’s removed his jacket, but his shirt and pants are still on. My hand reaches over to his chest, wanting to remove it, but he stops me. Without saying a word, he shakes his head and moves my hand back to Maverick’s shirt to continue undressing him.

  I look back at him, and he nods, nudging me to finish the job as he sits behind me.

  Maverick helps me remove his shirt, and his pants are quick to follow.

  “Your lips,” Secret whispers out. “Wrap them around his cock.”

  Though I’m being told what to do, I’ve already decided two can play this game, and it’s about to be on Mr. Secret man.

  Instead of just leaning forward, where I easily could have reached out to grab Maverick, I reposition myself. Crawling on all fours, I push Maverick backward a little, giving myself room to give Secret the perfect view. Taunting him in the best way I know how.

  With my ass.

  I hear his groan when I’m close enough to him that I know he can see my glistening pussy almost dripping at this point. I look over my shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of him before I wrap my hand around Maverick.

  Through my legs, I can see his hand move up then down, then up again. He’s tempted to touch me, to run his fingers through my slit, and I love that I have the power once again.

  Like I ever lost it.

  A quiet laugh slips through my lips before I wrap them around Maverick, taking him in fully before pulling him back out and swiping my tongue around his tip.

  His hands reach up to wrap in my hair and pull me in closer. I fight the urge, trying to keep control, and instead, pull back completely and suck his balls into my mouth. The movement shocks him, and he gives in instantly.

  “Maverick,” I hear Secret grunt out.

  He can tell I’m taking control and knows he has met his match at this little game.

  “Fuck, she’s licking my balls, though,” Maverick bites out while he holds my head there. “Simon says don’t stop.”

  I grin, pulling back, knowing if I stay now they’re in control again.

  Secret reaches up to pull me back into him. It’s the closest I’ve been to him, and the thought sends a warmth through my body that I haven’t felt in years, taking me by surprise. I try to sit up, but he holds me there.

  Harshly whispering in my ear, “No more Simon says. Don’t try to take control. That’s our job.”

  I turn to look at my secret guy behind me but am caught off guard when the feeling of wet heat licks up my pussy, and my head drops back, not expecting the act, but instantly pushing my hands through Maverick’s hair.

  Maverick’s hands grip my hips, pulling me down, away from Secret, and instantly, I miss his warmth behind me. My head tilts back to look for him, reaching my other hand out, trying to pull him down to me.

  His hand stops mine mid-movement, of course, shaking his head again and pushing farther away from me. Frustration starts to burn inside; frustration from him and also from Maverick, who has slowed his movements just enough to drive me crazy.

  I buck my hips, trying to bring his lips closer, harder, but he pulls back as well and looks up at me, giving me the sexiest smirk I’ve seen since that first day in class, and I just got my confirmation.

  This is definitely my teacher.

  The thought lights a fire from deep inside. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but now that I do, I want it even more. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have a clue it’s me makes my desire even stronger.

  I kick off my silver heels and bring my feet up to Maverick’s cock, trying my best to wrap them around and stroke him softly. He moans his approval, so I continue my movements, trying to encase him even more before rubbing the top of my foot over his balls.

  He pulls back as he rips open a condom and slips it on with ease before moving up my body, kissing his way through my stomach, my breast, and finally to my lips. His hands reach out, gripping both of mine and pulling them out to each side.

  Maverick’s body hovers directly over me, but he doesn’t enter. Instead, he entangles his tongue with mine, leisurely kissing me while making no move for anything else.

  I wrap my legs around him, shifting my hips, trying to move his cock to where I want it. Where I’m dying to have it.

  “She’s gaining control again,” Secret warns from behind me, reminding me he’s here.

  I can’t believe I was so worked up with Maverick that I forgot where I was. Knowing he’s been watching this whole time makes me that much hornier.

  “Fuck, man. I’m trying, but I need to take her,” Maverick whimpers, seemingly about to lose control.

  I buck my hips just right, and he can’t deny it anymore. I’m soaking wet, and his tip is right where I need it. Pushing myself down on the bed moves him in that much more. Only centimeters are inside me, but I’m about to lose my mind.

  His lips never leave mine, and besides tiny little movements in any direction, he’s got me completely pinned down.

  Breaking his lips from mine, I pant, “Please. Now. Simon fucking says.”

  I hear them both laugh, but at this point, I don’t care who wins our little game. I just want this burn inside of me to be extinguished in the most beautiful way.

  Thank God, he finally pushes the rest of the way in, and I explode almost on contact. I scream out my release as Maverick pumps hard, whispering in my ear, “The night has just begun, so you better hold on.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Carter

  My mind is a wreck, and my heart is a mess.

  How can watching who I thought was the love of my life getting fucked by my best friend turn me on more than anything I’ve ever encountered? I should hate her. I should hate him. But every time I envision last night, my cock twitches to life, begging to be touched.

  I’ve dreamed of what I would say to her, what I’d do if, or when, I ever found her. Yet there she was, right in front of me, and all I could do was walk away. Mainly because all I wanted to do was be with her again. Hold her, run my fingers over her body as I ran kisses down her neck.

  I’ve always enjoyed watching women get off while Cole fucked them, but seeing her brought everything to a whole new level. Something I’ve never experienced before, but what the fuck? Normal guys don’t get off on this shit. I should want her all to myself.

  The turmoil I was feeling last night was too much. I moved to her, thinking if I just touched her something would tell me what I should do. But it didn’t. The feelings got stronger, more intense. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to show her what Cole and I could do to her.

  But I couldn’t. Not now. Her not knowing who I am tore at me, clenching my chest and making my stomach turn until I was forced to walk away from them.

  I saw her reach back for me, wanting me to join in, but I was already gone.

  Knowing she wanted me there
pulled on me even more. To her, though, I’m not me. I’m this big secret, and this is all just a game.

  A game I know I’m going to lose.

  It’s my day off, but I need to clear my mind, so I head over to the hospital. There’s something about being there that brings me to my happy place. No matter how shitty I feel about the cards I was dealt, seeing what families and kids are dealing with helps put things in perspective, and by the end of the day, I’m kicking my own ass for any issues I thought I was having.

  Since I’m not actually working, I get to hang out with the kids more today. Kyle has been here the longest, and our leaderboard is getting a little lopsided. It’s time for me to show him who’s really the boss and bring him to the next level.

  When I walk in, he’s not in the playroom, so I head to his room, where I find him lying in bed. His head is looking out the window, and he turns to me, pain written all over his face.

  “What’s up, bud?” I say, walking to him and softly rubbing his shoulder.

  “Just another day.” He tries to smile out.

  “You not feeling so good today?” He doesn’t respond, rather shakes his head before looking back at the window. “Want me to leave you alone so you can get some rest?”

  “Nah, grab a chair. I can’t sleep anyway.”

  I do, pulling up next to him and leaning back. I put my feet on the edge of his bed and fold my arms behind my head.

  “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he teases.

  “Hey, it’s my day off. I’m not going to sit all stiff in this uncomfortable chair while you lie in that cozy bed,” I tease, putting my feet down. I lean forward. “So, tell me something, little man.”

  “I’m not so little, you know,” he boasts.

  This is what we do. He tries to act much older while I try to make him remember, and more importantly tell him, to enjoy being a kid for as long as he can. Growing up only brings on more responsibilities and heartache.

  “Oh really, you a man now?”

  “Well, no. But I have a girlfriend.” The way his voice lifts when he says girlfriend makes me chuckle.

  “Shut up. No, you don’t,” I badger him, trying to get a rise out.