“You’d be right about that.”
“I’m not most women.” I grin. “And I don’t even wear panties.”
Rhys inhales and exhales slowly. “And now I’m hard.” He leans even closer. “Do you shave it all off? Is it bald or do you leave just a little bit behind?”
I smile. “Why should I tell you that?”
“Because I want to know.” He grips my chin. “And you want me to know.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy tonight, I’ll tell you. If you’re really good, maybe I’ll even show you.”
“Don’t tease me, Brooklyn. I’ll fuck you right here in this car. I don’t give a damn.”
I smile as I imagine that for a moment. “I wonder if you have what it takes to please me. I’m a demanding bitch.”
He takes my hand and puts it right over his hardening bulge. I squeeze gently. God, I want it. So bad.
“What do you think?” he whispers. “Is that enough for you?”
“Hard to say.”
Rhys narrows his eyes as a smirk crosses his lips. “You fucking turn me on. You know I’m dying to get under that dress.”
“And do what?”
“Bury my tongue in your sweet pussy.”
My eyes open wide for just a moment. I love men that talk dirty. Fucking love it.
“How do you know it’s sweet?”
“I can tell. I love eating pussy. I can do it for a long time. You’ll beg me to stop.”
“I’ll never beg you to stop. I’m insatiable.”
Rhys’s hand moves to my thigh, gripping it. “It seems I’ve met my match.”
“Maybe.”
“Do you like to suck dick?”
“What do you think, Rhys?”
“I think you do, and I think you’re fucking amazing at it. Your lips are so beautiful. I’d love to watch my cock sliding between them.” His dick gets harder as he speaks. “I want to explode in your mouth and watch you swallow it all as just a little bit dribbles down your chin.”
I squeeze his cock, deciding if I’m going through with dinner or just pulling my dress up right now and getting it over with.
“I don’t swallow,” I whisper then lick his cheek. “But I do suck, and I’ll blow your mind if you’re lucky enough.”
“God, you’re sexy. You’re so fucking free. You just go for what you want, don’t you?”
“Yep.”
He puts his hand over mine and presses it into his erection. “You want this? You want me to spread your legs and fuck you right now?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Right now. Let me just see it, Brooklyn. Hike your dress up and just give me a little glimpse. I won’t do anything, I swear.”
Glancing at the driver for a second, I decide to just go for it, and scoot up until my dress is just high enough for him to see me. He exhales slowly and rubs his crotch.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “That’s nice. You’re driving me crazy.”
“I know.” I pull my dress down and cross my legs like the lady I’m not. “I sure am hungry.”
“So am I.” He kisses my hand. “That was fun.”
I smile. “It was.”
A few minutes later, we get to the restaurant and Rhys escorts me inside where I suddenly feel like American royalty. To say a fuss is made over him would be an understatement. The staff is all over us as we’re led to a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. After ordering wine, Rhys folds his hands and looks across at me.
“How old are you, Brooklyn?”
“Twenty-six. You?”
“Thirty-two.”
“How’d you get started being a food critic?”
He chuckles. “That’s a funny story. I had a food blog years ago before they were so common. I just went around eating at places that interested me and developed a decent following. Then I reviewed this up and coming chef that had just been hired by one of the major hotels in town. After I published the review, he called me and told me that business shot through the roof and people kept saying they came because of my review. The next thing I knew the New York Times was calling and offering me a column. That prestige opened a lot of doors to places I couldn’t get in before. Readers took to me quickly. They liked my honesty, but also how I made it accessible to every day people. My career took off after that.”
“Nice. I admit I enjoyed watching you work on Friday.”
“Why?”
“You have a sensuality about how you describe your experience. It makes food sexy.”
“Food is sexy. Good food, anyway. I’m sure Flynn believes that?”
“He does.”
“You obviously enjoy a good meal yourself.”
“I do. Flynn also taught me that. He taught me how to discern flavors and really appreciate what I’m eating.”
“It’s an odd combination, no? A chef and a fitness expert?”
“It’s perfect really. He feeds me, and I keep us in shape.”
Rhys chuckles. “Good point.” We pause as the wine is delivered. “Tell me, Brooklyn. Do you bring men back to the apartment you share with Flynn?”
“Sometimes.”
“He doesn’t get jealous?”
“Why would he? We’re just friends.”
“Oh, right. I keep forgetting. He looked at you like you were so much more.”
“You’re imagining that.”
“Perhaps. How did you meet?”
“He interviewed at a restaurant I worked at years ago.” I sip my wine. “We actually went on one date, but it was clear we were just gonna be friends.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “I don’t know what it was. I just didn’t want to sleep with him. I wanted to talk and hang out, but not have sex.”
“Ah. So, do you want to have sex with me?”
“I might.”
“Somehow I wish you just wanted to talk and hang out with me, like you did Flynn.”
I tilt my head. “Why?”
“Because I can tell it’s harder to get to your head than it is your body. Am I right?”
“Yeah, you are. I don’t let people get close. I’m down to fuck, but that’s it.”
“How are you with women? Still guarded?”
“Yep.”
“You down to fuck with them, too?”
I smile. “Why would you ask me that?”
“You seem like you have no boundaries. No labels. Pleasure is pleasure.”
“That’s very perceptive of you.” I sip my wine. “I’ve been open to a variety of partners in the past, but I stick with men these days.”
“Mmm, that’s too bad. I’d love to see you with your face between a woman’s legs.”
“You’ll just have to imagine it. That’s not my scene anymore.”
“So if I brought you some gorgeous woman that wanted nothing more than to please you all night, you’d say no?”
“What if I brought home a man to do the same? What if I wanted you to watch him fuck me? What if I wanted to watch him fuck you?”
Rhys grins swishing his wine glass around. “I have no boundaries, Brooklyn. No labels. Pleasure is pleasure.”
I have to force my mouth closed. “You’d fuck a guy to please me?”
“I’d fuck whomever I want to please me.”
“Interesting. Are you bi then?”
“No labels, remember?”
“Okay, so you’ve had sex with men before?”
“Not directly. I’ve had sex with men in the room before. I’ve shared a woman with a man before. I’ve watched a man fuck my woman. I’ve fucked his. I’m very open.”
“I see that.”
“Do you want to be fucked by two men at the same time?”
Swallowing hard, I try to compose myself and the building pressure between my legs. I take a sip of wine.
“Do you want a cock in your pussy and your ass all at the same time?” he asks, barely above a whisper. “I could make that happen for you.”
“I can make th
at happen for me.” I smile. “I don’t need you to make my fantasies come true.”
“You sure about that?” He grins. “Maybe Flynn would like to join us and finally get a chance to be inside of you. What do you think about that, Brooklyn? Me and Flynn all over you.”
“That’s enough.”
“What? You can’t handle it?”
I smile. “I can handle it. I’m just ready to talk about something else.”
“Hmm, I think I hit a nerve. I think you’d like that very much.” He takes my hand in his. “I wonder when it’s time for us if you’ll imagine it’s Flynn instead.”
“Oh please. If I wanted to fuck Flynn, I could at any moment.”
“I don’t doubt it. So why haven’t you?”
“We’re done talking about him. Got it?”
Rhys smiles. “Got it.”
“Good.” I take a huge gulp of wine as I try to erase the image of Flynn and Rhys simultaneously fucking me.
Rhys orders dinner as my eyes glance around the restaurant. People try to catch glimpses of Rhys. They sneak pics on their phones, and I’m very aware I’m being watched. When our food comes, it seems everyone’s interested in what we ordered. For my part, I can barely taste it. All I want to do is get home and get rid of this tension between my legs.
After dinner, we walk outside and Rhys surprises me by taking my hand in his. “Did you enjoy dinner?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You want to go somewhere and get a drink?”
“What about my place?”
Rhys smiles. “Sure.”
“I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“I know. Even though you want to. You’re gonna make me work for it.”
I just shake my head as the limo appears beside us. After getting inside, we ride back to my apartment. I glance at my watch. It’s nearly midnight and Flynn might be home soon. I don’t want him to see me with Rhys, but then again, I do. Maybe he’d be so turned on and jealous, he’d jump in and my fantasy could come true. I smile at the thought.
“What are you thinking?” Rhys asks.
“Nothing.”
When we arrive, we go inside and head up to my place. Once there, we sit on the couch, awkwardly silent.
“Want a drink?” I ask after a minute.
“No.”
“What do you want?”
“You, Brooklyn.” He turns to me. “I want you.”
“I told you I’m not taking you to bed.”
“Just kiss me. I’ll take that much for now.”
Rhys leans in close and when his lips touch mine, it’s explosive. Suddenly, I’m laying down with him on top of me as I run my fingers through his hair. His hand moves up my thigh, and I allow it. When it moves between my legs, I don’t stop him, and when he starts rubbing my clit, I moan in encouragement. His fingers slip inside of me, and I grind against his hand. It feels so good. I reach down and rub his cock through his slacks. I want it. So bad. We fumble between us and then it’s in my hand, hot flesh pulsing in my grip.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my mouth. “I want you so bad.”
“I know.”
His thumb presses onto my clit causing me to cry out. “I want to watch you come. Come for me, Brooklyn.”
“Yes. Just keep it like that. Just like that.”
I stroke his cock considering whether I just should go for it and climb on top of this beast. I need it inside of me. I need it bad.
I hear the jangling of keys and look up just in time to see Flynn. Our eyes lock and the tortured expression on his face causes me to pause. For a moment, I consider chasing him as he passes us, but then Rhys pulls my chin back toward him, kissing me hard, and I’m lost in pleasure once more.
That’s just fucking awesome. I didn’t expect to come home and see Rhys finger-fucking her on the couch. Dammit. Leaning against the hallway wall, I listen to her moans. It’s fucking killing me. What I wouldn’t give to take his place. To be the one giving her that much pleasure right now. That lucky bastard.
As I listen, I imagine what she must feel like to touch. I could go out there right now. I’m so close, I can hear the sound of their bodies rubbing together. I could watch. I could walk around this corner right now. I’d get to see her body and that pussy that I’m sure is amazing. He’s got his fingers buried inside of her right now and soon, maybe his cock. Rubbing my own dick, I think about how good she must feel. I think about what it would be like to finally taste her, like he might doing now. I imagine sliding my dick inside of her and grabbing hold of those amazing tits. I could go out there right now and risk his anger, risk her rejection. I could finally get inside of that, not giving a damn that he was there first. Then in the morning, we’d laugh it off and act like nothing happen. Nothing changed.
As another moans falls from her lips, I force myself to go into my bedroom. After peeling off my clothes, I lie on my bed, putting my arm over my eyes. I won’t go to them. I’ll just lie here, pretending that I’m not completely obsessed with her.
Closing my eyes again, I imagine Flynn coming back and pushing Rhys out of the way. I imagine him shoving his way between my legs and putting that incredible cock inside of me. Rhys, understanding what’s happening, would straddle my face and I’d suck his dick, overjoyed by the pleasure of two beautiful cocks to worship me. I moan as my orgasm hits and a moment later, Rhys explodes in my hand. I lean my head back, breathing hard as I try to regain my composure.
Rhys sits up, smiling at the mess he made on my stomach. I watch as he slowly licks the fingers that were deep inside of me. “Delicious,” he says. Leaning forward, he kisses me. “Did we have a visitor?”
“Flynn came home.”
“He saw us like this.”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“You okay?”
“Perfect.”
He pulls my arms until I’m upright. “Thank you for tonight. I loved being able to touch you. You are magnificent, Brooklyn.”
“Thank you, Rhys. So are you.”
“I look forward to more. When you’re ready.”
I nod. “I’ll let you know.”
He kisses me again, softly this time. “I’ll go now. Can I call you?”
“Of course.”
“Great.” I watch him tuck his dick back inside his pants. His eyes roam over me and the sticky liquid sliding down my bare tummy. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I smile, grabbing some tissues off the coffee table. “It is.”
“Night, gorgeous. See you soon.”
He lets himself out, and I lie back on the couch for a minute. I have to talk to Flynn.
I hear the small knock on my door then she’s there, composed again like nothing happened.
“Hey, mind if I come in?”
“No.”
Brooklyn walks over climbing in bed beside me. “Sorry you had to see that. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen or I would’ve gone to my room.”
“It’s cool, Brooks. Is he gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you fuck him?”
She turns and looks at me. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I know you. What stopped you?”
“I’m not ready. I wasn’t expecting to do what I did.”
“Which was?”
She props herself up on her elbow. “You want details?”
No, not at all, but I have to act like this doesn’t bother me. I have to. “I usually get them.”
“I jerked him off. That’s all.”
“What did he do to you?”
“The same.”
“Was it good?”
“Yeah, but I know that’s all he wants, so I plan to drag it out.”
“Good idea. You definitely have the upper hand.”
“Yeah. You should’ve watched if you were so interested in what we were doing.”
“Don’t think the thought didn’t cross my mind
.”
She smiles. “Why didn’t you then?”
I reach up and brush her hair behind her ear. “Because then I might’ve joined in. Don’t know what your date would’ve thought about that.”
“He’d have made room for you. He’s open like that.”
“Interesting. What would you have done?”
“I’d make room for you.”
I study her face for a moment. “Yeah? And then what?”
“I don’t know, but what a fucking night it would be.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t believe you though. I don’t think you’d really watch while Rhys fucked me.”
“You’re right.”
“So why are you joking about joining in?”
“I’m not joking.” I shrug. “I just got caught up. It’d be hot, that’s all.”
“Hot?”
“Yeah, I’ve never had a threesome with another man.”
“Oh, so it’s not about me. It’s about the experience.”
Now’s your chance. Tell her it’s all about her. Every thought is. I brush my fingers over her cheek. “I’m just a man, Brooklyn. Seeing a half naked woman on the couch getting worked over turned me on.”
“I see.” She sits up, and climbs out of my bed, and I realize how I just fucked up my chance to tell her the truth. “Night, Flynn.”
She walks out of my bedroom before I can say another word. Dammit.
In the morning, I’m in the kitchen making coffee when Brooklyn comes out wearing the same pajama set that pushed me over the edge before. She averts her eyes when she sees me.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hi.”
“You mad at me?”
“Why would I be?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. You seem a little cold.”
“Cold?” She nods. “I’m just tired.”
“Okay. What do you have planned today?”
“I don’t know.”
I step back from the coffee maker as she pours herself a mug. Without speaking, she starts to walk back to her bedroom.
“Talk to me, Brooks.”
When she swings around, I regret pushing her. Fire seems to shoot from her eyes. “About what, Flynn? About how you’d like to fuck me, but won’t? Or maybe you want to talk about how hot it would be to have a threesome on the couch. Is that what you want discuss? Because frankly, I’m tired of all the talk. You know me better than that. Put up, or shut the fuck up.”
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