I broke the kiss and moved to Ward, placing my lips against his. I did it so I could whisper into his ear that we needed to go to a private room or something, but then Vaughn started to kiss the back of my neck as he pressed up against me from behind. He felt hard, and so was Ward as I was sandwiched between the two men.
After a few moments, I broke the kiss with Ward and whispered, hoping he could hear me over the music, “Can we go to the cabanas?”
Ward looked slightly up at Vaughn to meet his eyes. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
Vaughn smirked as I turned around to look at him. “I know the perfect place.”
Ward and I downed our drinks, and after setting the empty glasses on a tray, Vaughn took my hand, and I grabbed onto Ward with my other. I expected Vaughn to lead us outside. Instead, we walked toward the stairs.
“We’re going upstairs?” I questioned.
“Yes,” Vaughn replied as he took the first step up. “I have a room.”
I smiled slightly as I remembered that to have a room, you needed to be a Diamond member. When I looked at Ward once we ascended the stairs, I noticed that he looked more relaxed too. This was new for him as well, and would probably be easier for him if we were with another woman, but we were with a muscular man with callused fingers and not a woman with soft hands.
As we made our way down the hall, I thought I saw the back of Peyton’s teal dress enter one of the rooms. I remembered that she said Booker was a Diamond member. Would I want to become a Diamond member? Or Ward? Would we want to have a private room to live out all of our fantasies?
We got to a door, and Vaughn entered. The lights were already on, and after we all crossed the threshold, he locked the door behind us.
For some reason, I’d imagined that all the bedrooms would have chains hanging from the ceiling, floggers on the walls, and whatever else people wanted to spice things up. Instead, we walked into an elegant suite with a crystal chandelier over a king-sized bed. There were black dressers, a teal couch near a balcony, and a plush lounge chair in the corner.
“This is your private room?” I asked, remembering what Peyton had told me.
Vaughn grinned. “It is.”
“How does that work?” Ward questioned.
“Like a very expensive fuck pad, but you only get to stay in it once or twice a month.”
“Twice?” I inquired.
“Diamond members have a few more exclusive parties than the other levels. What level are you two?”
We all stood in the middle of the room. I felt awkward but answered his question. “We’re actually guests.”
Vaughn smiled. “That explains why I haven’t seen you two before last month. But are you joining, or will this only be one night for us three?”
I looked to Ward for confirmation, and he spoke, “I think we will be joining.”
Vaughn beamed. “Good.”
I swallowed. Holy shit. Would this become my new normal? Once a month Ward and I would attend a sex club where we would have sex with a rock star?
Vaughn stepped toward me, but I held up my hands in front of me. He stopped. “Sorry, I just …” I looked to Ward and then back to Vaughn and motioned to Ward as I spoke, “We’ve never done this before.”
Vaughn looked at Ward, and Ward nodded. “Not even in college?” Vaughn asked.
“I kissed a girl, but that was only college experimenting.”
“And you?” Vaughn asked Ward, and I realized that Vaughn didn’t know our names. Did he want to know? Was it better if he didn’t because of the NDAs? Though he had to know we knew his name. I had since learned that his full name was Vaughn Evans, lead guitarist for Flirting with Fire. He was also twenty-eight and fourteen years younger than me. Sixteen years younger than Ward.
“Only women,” Ward replied.
Vaughn grinned. “Now that we have the formalities out of the way, are you ready ...” He frowned. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
I smiled. “Kiera and this”—I reached out my hand and grabbed Ward’s—“is my husband, Ward.”
Vaughn gave a curt nod. “Okay then, Kiera and Ward. Let me show you two how good I am with my hands.”
Ward moved in front of me, stopping Vaughn from advancing. “I just want to make one thing clear. Kiera’s pussy is for my dick only.”
Vaughn smiled slightly. “I get it. It’s your first time.” He took a step closer to Ward. “But you just let me know when you change your mind.”
Ward didn’t reply right away as he looked slightly up at the rock star.
“Are you sure about this?” I cut in, looking into Ward’s olive green eyes when he turned his head toward me.
He smirked and cupped my cheek. “I’m okay with whatever you want to do, but like I said, your pussy is for my dick only.”
I snorted. “Possessive. I like it.” Ward had never been this way, but I did like it. Even though he was being possessive, he was also giving me his approval to fool around with another man.
My husband’s lips came down upon mine, and I felt Vaughn move behind me. It was go-time. Ward’s tongue slid into my mouth, and I stepped closer, pressing my entire body against him. Vaughn followed, pressing against me from behind again, and it was just like we were when we were downstairs.
Both men were hard, I was starting to melt, and it all felt right.
With Ward’s mouth still against mine, I felt Vaughn skim his hands down my bare legs and then up and under my short dress. His calloused fingers slid across my skin and straight for my bare center. I wasn’t wearing panties because I knew, at some point, Ward and I would fuck. I just didn’t think it would be with Vaughn too.
I moaned into Ward’s mouth as Vaughn’s finger brushed across my slit. My husband pulled his mouth from mine and looked down to where my dress had risen and Vaughn’s fingers were rubbing my clit.
“You like that?” my husband asked.
I nodded.
“Do you want him to taste you?”
I nodded again.
Ward looked around me toward Vaughn. No words were spoken, and then after Vaughn removed his hand, Ward led me to the bed. I rose my arms above my head and he lifted my dress and threw it onto the gray carpeted floor. My gaze moved to Vaughn, watching him loosen his tie and then shrug out of his tux jacket. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach as I realized a fantasy I’d had for a few years was about to come true.
When I’d heard Flirting with Fire’s debut single on the radio, “Ghosts in the Flame,” I fell in love with the entire band. I searched for them on the internet and found out they were a local band that had only one album. I bought and downloaded their entire album onto my phone, and listened to it on repeat. All of the guys were cute in their own way, but as I stared at the black and white cover photo of them leaning on a brick wall, I zeroed in on the long-haired guitarist and instantly had a crush on him. I never would have thought that I would be in his bedroom at a sex club and in the process of everyone getting naked.
But I was.
After I was shed from my dress, I was left in nothing. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching both men take off their tuxedos. I grinned.
This was my life.
This was happening.
This was real.
When they were both as naked as I was, my smile widened. My pussy started to pulse, and my blood began to race. I had a hot firefighter and a sexy rock star standing in front of me, wanting me. Wanting to pleasure me. Wanting to fulfill all of my desires.
“You ready, Kiera?” Vaughn asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. I was almost speechless and could barely find my voice to answer his question.
Ward went to the other side of the bed, and it dipped as he moved behind me. A smile graced his lips as I looked behind me and started to lay back against the mattress. It assured me even more that he was okay with what was happening. He kissed me again, his tongue not waiting to stroke against mine as he leaned over me from behind. Four hands starte
d to touch me: two on my breasts, and two against my thighs, parting them. I moaned when Vaughn’s tongue took its first taste.
“Damn, Ward. No wonder you haven’t shared this pussy before,” Vaughn stated.
“Tastes good, right?” Ward questioned as he broke our mouths apart.
“Fucking delicious.” Vaughn’s mouth returned to my center, licking up and then around my clit. I’d thought he was going to show me how good he was with his hands, but I had to admit, he was good with his tongue too.
The mattress moved again as Ward got off the bed. I didn’t know what he was doing until I tilted my head back in his direction. “Slide toward me and open your mouth, baby.”
I licked my lips. My husband’s six-foot frame was the perfect height for me to run my tongue along the underside of his cock as my head hung slightly over the edge of the mattress. My hands reached back and gripped his firm, bare ass, and before I knew it, my mouth was mimicking Vaughn’s as he continued to eat me, not missing a beat and drinking my arousal. Ward returned to kneading my breasts as he moved his hips back and forth so my tongue could work him.
When Vaughn inserted two fingers inside of me, I moaned, my mouth opening and Ward’s cock slid past my lips. He groaned.
“You want to know what Vaughn’s doing while he eats your pussy and you suck my dick?” Ward asked.
I nodded, not removing my mouth as I sucked and licked his length.
“His hand is on his cock, and he’s stroking it.”
I wanted to see. I wanted to get a good look at Vaughn, engrave it into my memory, because I wasn’t sure if this would be a one night only thing.
“You wanna taste his cum?” Ward asked. I nodded the best I could again, and Ward pulled out of my mouth with a pop sounding from my lips. “Then you better come because you’re not getting up until you do.”
My body was on fire, and with each passing second, I was getting closer and closer. I didn’t know if Vaughn had stopped stroking himself, but all of a sudden it was as though he too was focused on me coming because his fingers started to pump faster and faster. My hips started to move back and forth, riding his long fingers. Ward leaned over me, adding his own hand to my pussy, and it didn’t take long with Vaughn’s fingers deep inside of me, and two hands rubbing my clit vigorously for me to shatter, my body shaking with its release.
“Even better around my fingers,” Vaughn stated, “and last time wasn’t nearly as good of a view.”
My mind raced with what he meant until it hit me that he definitely saw me come in the front row of his concert. “You saw.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah,” he replied as I rose up. “First time that has ever happened with me on stage.”
“And you didn’t miss a strum,” Ward indicated.
Vaughn smirked as he looked at my husband. “Almost did. I was tempted to run off the stage and bring you two backstage. I was hard as a fucking rock.”
“Me too,” Ward admitted.
“We had a good time,” I assured him with a grin and looked at my husband. That night, after I came on Ward’s hand, we enjoyed the rest of the concert as we sang and danced and had an amazing time. Vaughn and the guys put on an incredible show. And then afterward, Ward and I fucked three times before it was time to get the kids from my parents the next morning. It was everything I wanted from my husband.
It was as though we were dating again.
Vaughn smirked and held out his hand to help me off the bed. “I could tell.” I took his hand, and he led me to the teal couch. Ward followed. “It’s a shame no one can see up here.”
“Why’s that?” I questioned, looking at the windows that led out to the balcony and beyond.
His grin widened. “I know how much you two like to be watched.”
Ward looked at me, and then back to Vaughn as they stood next to each other. “We do.”
“Tonight’s your lucky night then,” Vaughn replied and clapped Ward’s bare shoulder. “I’m going to be within tongue’s reach.”
I swallowed, and my gaze lowered, taking both men in. Each was hard as a rock, their cocks sticking out and slightly angled upward. Were both of them going to be inside of me at some point? Could I take both of them at the same time? I clenched my pussy as I thought about it. How would it feel? Both of them were well hung.
Vaughn nudged his head toward the couch, and Ward moved to sit on it. With a crook of his finger, Ward motioned me to step forward, and I did. His hand moved to between my legs, and he ran two fingers through my slit.
“You’re dripping.”
I shrugged slightly, and I felt my face flush. “I’m horny.”
He grinned. “I can tell.”
“Are you ready to ride your husband, Kiera?” Vaughn asked.
I smirked slowly. “Yes.”
Vaughn turned me and took my face in both of his big hands. He brought his lips to mine. “Good, and I can’t wait for this pretty mouth to be wrapped around my dick.”
My belly clenched. I was about to suck Vaughn Evan’s cock. Sensation was definitely where fantasies became reality. I started to bend so I could do just that, but he stopped me.
“First, I’m going to watch you fuck Ward.”
I bit my lip and looked over at Ward as he sat on the teal couch. He was stroking his cock as he watched Vaughn and me. “Do you like watching me with Vaughn?”
Ward blinked, his gaze moving to Vaughn and then back to me. “I think I do, but what I said earlier still holds true, baby. Your pussy is mine.”
I turned and moved to straddle Ward, but Vaughn stopped me again and turned me so my back was facing Ward’s chest. Then I realized how this was going to work. With my back to Ward, moving up and down his shaft, Vaughn would step forward, and I would get to suck his cock. I didn’t need further instructions as I did just that, straddling my husband backward and sinking down onto his hard erection. A moan escaped my lips as he stretched me. I leaned slightly forward and braced myself on his knees.
I expected Vaughn to step forward and slip into my mouth. Instead, he sat on the coffee table and watched. My blood started to heat, and I began to move up and down Ward, his hands on my hips and guiding me.
“So hot,” Vaughn stated, staring at where Ward and I were connected. Did that mean he was into men too? I wasn’t sure, but the thought of Ward and Vaughn touching, kissing, fucking, made me pick up my speed as I slid up and down Ward’s cock.
“You like watching me fuck my wife, Vaughn?” Ward groaned, his hips starting to move up to meet me as I went down.
“Yeah, I do. She has a pretty cunt, Ward. You’re a lucky man.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“You going to let me have a turn next time?”
I swallowed, waiting to hear Ward’s response.
“Maybe. Depends on what Kiera wants.”
Vaughn’s gaze moved up to meet mine. “You want to have both of us inside of you at the same time, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I moaned. I wasn’t sure if it was because I really did want that, or because I was burning with desire and need and was riding my husband like a sex maniac.
Vaughn beamed. “Good. Now, I’m going to take another taste of that sweet pussy. You okay with that Ward?”
Ward didn’t reply at first, but I was all for it. I was chasing my orgasm at just the thought of Vaughn’s tongue licking me as Ward fucked me, and I wanted to shout the answer.
“Yes,” Ward groaned, still pumping into me. “Taste my wife’s cunt with me buried deep inside of her.”
Vaughn slid off the coffee table and went straight for my center. The moment he took his first taste, I hissed. It felt good, more than good. Words couldn’t describe the sensation my pussy was feeling. It was as though all of my nerve endings were on fire. Like a match was lit and put inside of me. It wasn’t pain I was feeling from the heat, but pleasure. Like laying out in the sun on a warm day as it kissed every inch of me.
I looked down, watching Ward’s cock slid i
nto me over and over and over while Vaughn’s tongue stuck out from his mouth. Vaughn didn’t need to move because Ward and I were doing all the work with our movements. Still didn’t take away from how good it felt. How the view alone was enough to make my belly clench and an orgasm to sneak up fast. It didn’t take long before I was coming again, this time clenching around Ward’s shaft.
“Sweetest cunt,” Vaughn stated and stood. He started to stroke his cock and stepped in front of my face. “Let’s see how good you are with that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart.”
Without any words, I opened my mouth, wanting to finally taste Vaughn. His dick slid in, and I moaned around it. He tasted like salted caramel, and I sucked harder. Ward picked up his speed, my boobs bouncing with each thrust as he pulled me back to lean against his front. Vaughn took a step closer, and I looked up into his gray eyes, but he was staring down at my husband.
“How does it feel, Vaughn?” Ward asked.
“You’re definitely a lucky man,” he groaned, thrusting his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“I am.” Ward kissed my bare shoulder and then picked up his pace again.
I felt my orgasm building again at his words. Even though I had another man’s cock in my mouth, my husband was praising me. My heart swelled. No matter how many times or what we did behind the closed doors of Sensation, we would be okay. There was no jealousy involved. This was us being free and living out our desires.
Vaughn slipped out of my mouth and began to stroke his cock. I watched, my orgasm building faster at the image of him working his dick like he worked a guitar: effortlessly, precise, natural. Ward grunted, and I knew he was close.
“I’m gonna come,” I stated, hoping we could release at the same time.
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