Blurred Lines
By
Scarlett Metal
Blurred Lines
By Scarlett Metal
Copyright © 2013 by Scarlett Metal
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
Edited by Cynthia Heidke.
Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my husband, Mr. Metal. One day we will have live on that ranch out west.
Blurred Lines
By
Scarlett Metal
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Gorgeous,” Brett said as we lay in bed after yet another night of fabulous sex. I reached up to grab his hand on his arm that was around my shoulders. I loved the way my tiny hand fit so perfectly in his.
“But I do want to,” I said, hooking my leg over his as I nestled up against him. Brett wanted to take me to a swingers club. We’d talked about it for a few weeks now and while I was no longer the sexually sheltered girl I’d been when he met me, this exploration was new to me. He was good at talking to me about it all though--asking me what I wanted, what my fantasies were. He made me feel comfortable enough to share anything with him.
He’d brought up going the swingers club when recently I’d told him I’d thought about being with a girl while he watched. After he watched me have sex with his friend Sebastian, I thought this was something else hot we could try. I’d never done it before and the idea of doing it while Brett was there made me hot. His kink to watch me was quickly complimented by my newly found kink to be watched. He was on board with me being with another girl; he’d watched me with his best friend for God’s sake. The night I told him about this fantasy, he’d fucked me hard and made me come so many times, I had to finally beg him to stop. Of course then he just fucked me more.
He never made me do anything I wasn’t ready for or didn’t want to do, but since I confessed this, he mentioned going to this swingers club he was a member of more than once. He hadn’t been there since we started dating, but said it would be a good place to safely find what I might be looking for.
I ran my hand down his smooth chest, admiring the tattoos that covered his body. My hand stopped at his nipple, teasing the ring that hung there. I loved his nipple rings, especially flicking them with my tongue. Doing that to him long enough usually drove him to attack me, which was what I was wanted.
He groaned and clutched my hand. “Mmm, ready for more, huh?” he asked with a sly grin.
I was always ready for round two - or three, or more even – with Brett. He’d awakened a sexual hunger in me I had no idea existed. He joked about being my sexual ‘liberator’.
I smiled up at him and moved my hand to tease the other nipple. “Always,” I murmured, leaning down to run my tongue around his nipple, eliciting a groan from his lips. My other hand trailed down his stomach, brushing against his already hardening cock.
“Careful, Lizzie,” he warned me. “You know if you tease me, you get it back ten times worse.”
“I know,” I answered slyly, my fingers encircling his growing shaft, my tongue continuing to tease his nipple, playing with the ring there.
“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching down to grab my ass, his nails digging into my sensitive flesh. “What you do to me...” A thrill ran through me hearing his words. The things he did to me were utterly amazing and I loved that I could do the same for him.
My thumb slid up to the head of his erection, spreading the pre-cum that had already leaked out, all around the head, stopping to tease the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. Leaning further down, I swiped my tongue across the tip, tasting his saltiness. He shivered and moaned my name.
“That’s it, now you asked for it,” he said, flipping me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. I laughed and pretended to struggle as he straddled me, his cock, now rock hard, pressing into my stomach. I squeezed my thighs together, thinking about the way he felt inside me, the way he filled and stretched me. I had a feeling he was going to make me wait for that now.
He looked down at me, his chocolate brown eyes even darker than usual. “You know I don’t like when you tease me so now I’m going to tease you. Pay back’s a bitch.” He leaned down so his face was inches from mine. “I’m going to go down on you now, use my tongue and fingers on you until you almost come, then stop.” I let out a whimper; I didn’t like that game. “I’m going to do that over and over until you are begging me to let you come, until you are dripping wet all over the bed so that we have to change the sheets. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
I moaned and writhed beneath him. I was almost sorry I teased him – almost.
“Here’s the deal though,” he said, still holding my hands above my head. “I’m going to let go, but I expect you to keep your hands up here. If you move them, I’ll stop, and you won’t come at all. Got it?”
I nodded. There was no way I wasn’t going to come after all of this. I wasn’t going to move my arms for anything.
“Good,” he said, smiling as he slowly released my hands. I kept them above me, my body bowing off the bed slightly as he slid down and settled between my legs.
He spread my thighs wide with his hands and studied my bare sex. “So wet and swollen already,” he muttered. “Some girl is going to love to go down on you.”
The picture of another girl between my legs, doing the things to me Brett did, made my sex clench. The idea of Brett watching another girl go down on me had my already boiling blood now on fire.
He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my drenched slit. “Mmm...and you taste so good,” he said. “But I really can’t wait to watch you go down on someone. I want to watch you lick a girl’s pussy until she comes all over your face.”
“Brett!” I said, lifting my head up off the pillow to look down at him. My body was visibly trembling now. He’d barely touched my pussy yet and I already was so close to the edge. This was going to be torture.
“What’s the matter? Can give it, but can’t take it, huh?” he chuckled and blew softly on my sensitive flesh.
I let out a cry of frustration, remembering not to move my arms from above my head. He spread my lower lips wider and licked me again, this time applying more pressure. He moved up, down, and all around my clit, but never touched it. It was throbbing now, pulsing with need.
My body arched up off the bed as he thrust his tongue inside me, deep in my cunt. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to reach down to hold his face tight against my pussy. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would stop and I needed to come. He fucked me with his tongue, moving in and out of my tight hole. I tried to grind my hips against his nose, needing the pressure on my clit so I could come.
He pulled away from me. “No, you can’t come, remember?” he reminded me sternly. “Not until I say.” He slid two fingers inside my pussy, my warm walls clenching around his long digits.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes. My nipples were tight with desire and I was aching to reach down and pull on them while he went down on me. I couldn’t though; he would stop and not let me come.
My eyes flew up as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it gently while
his fingers moved in and out of me. He scraped it with his teeth, causing me to nearly come undone.
Again, he stopped, pulling away from me. I lifted my head with a growl of frustration. “Brett! Stop it! Please.” I exclaimed, my fingers gripping the bed sheets, pulling them up in my tight fists.
“Are you sure you want me to stop, Lizzie?” He whispered, his lips on my thigh.
“Stop fucking teasing me!” I said emphatically, my head falling back down on the pillow.
“I told you what would happen if you teased me,” he said softly, sticking out his tongue and running it over my swollen sex.
“I’m sorry, ok?” I said. I needed to come so bad right now I would promise him my first born if he asked. “Please, I need to come,” I pleaded with him.
“Mmmm…Poor girl. I should let you come, huh?” he asked, sliding three fingers deep inside me.
My hips came up off the bed. “Yes, please,” I said, my voice broken. I squeezed my eyes shut while he started to move his fingers slowly in and out of me. The sound of him fucking me with his fingers filled the room and I could feel the orgasm build again.
“I’m going to suck on your clit now and make you come. I want you to scream my name. I want the neighbors to hear you. I want them to know how I make you feel.”
I bit my lip and nodded. There would be no problem screaming when I came; this one was going to be off the charts. My thighs were shaking and desire licked at my lower belly. My nipples ached, my whole body needing release. He leaned forward and took my throbbing nub into his mouth. He sucked gently, his fingers still inside me.
I cried out his name over and over while my orgasm exploded in waves from my head to my toes. I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling it into me as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I totally forgot about his command to keep my hands above my head. He never stopped sucking, letting me ride out my pleasure on his face.
I shuddered one last time and he planted a kiss on the inside of my thigh before moving. I was still trembling when he came up beside me and gathered me in his arms.
“See what happens when you tease me?” he asked with a grin. He planted a kiss on the top of my head.
I just nodded. I didn’t trust my voice yet. Every time I think I’ve had the world’s best orgasm, Brett manages to top it. I swore one day he was going to kill me with pleasure--not a bad way to go though.
“We can check out the club tomorrow night. If it happens, it happens. I don’t want to force anything, ok?” he asked, his hand stroking my arm. “Now how about a shower?”
He slid from the bed and held out a hand. I wasn’t so sure I trusted my legs yet. I took his hand and stood up slowly. With his help, I managed to stand up by the edge of the bed.
He leaned into me. “Now I’m going to fuck you in the shower,” he whispered, his lips on my ear.
I let out a gasp, speechless. It still blew me away when he talked to me like that. I loved it, but I’d never been with anyone so bold.
I watched him walk to the bathroom. He had the most perfect, firm ass. I loved all the tattoos on his back and had spent more than one night tracing them with my tongue until he pinned me down to fuck me.
“Coming, Gorgeous?” he turned around and asked me, flashing me that smile that gave me butterflies.
I licked my lips and nodded. I walked to the bathroom with a smile playing on my lips. Yep, he was definitely going to kill me with pleasure.
***
I smoothed my hands on my skirt and checked myself in the bathroom mirror one more time. When Brett and I played out our fantasies, I usually let him pick what I wore. Tonight it was a red dress. It was strapless and dangerously low. It was tight enough for me to dance without falling out, but low enough to draw plenty attention from the amount of cleavage it showed. The skirt was tight and came to mid thigh. I couldn’t bend over without showing a peek of my ass. I chose some black simple heels to complete the outfit.
My hair was up in a messy bun. I liked to keep my neck free for kisses or for him to circle it with his hands while he fucked me. I wore the small diamond earrings he’d gotten me for my birthday. I wasn’t one for much jewelry, but I loved those earrings and rarely took them out.
Brett had these fantasies but they quickly became mine too. He was very open about his desires and I’d learned things about myself I never knew existed. He never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to. I loved exploring with Brett. Our sex life was amazing even when we weren’t trying one of his ideas.
Tonight the plan was for me to try to pick up another girl for him to watch me play with. I didn’t consider myself to be bisexual, but there was something so sexy and so soft about a woman. I’d kissed a few on our adventures and even messed around a little bit with one while we were out dancing, but that was it. If the mood was right and we met the right person, I was all for it to go further.
“Are you ready yet?” He yelled to me from the kitchen. I knew he was anxious for this. He’d barely been able to keep his hands off of me all day. I loved that I could do that to him--that I made him crazy with desire. It made me feel incredibly sexy and so powerful.
I gave my make up once last glance. Satisfied with my appearance, I replied, “Yep, I’ll be right there.”
I walked out the kitchen of our apartment, my heart racing a little bit. I don’t know why, but I was always anxious for Brett to see me when I dressed up for us to go out. I wanted him to like how I looked. It was silly to be nervous. I had a feeling I could come out in a sack and he would still tell me I was sexy as hell.
Brett looked up from the magazine he was reading on the counter and I could see the desire flash in his eyes as his gaze moved over me. “You look fucking hot,” he said, closing the paper and coming over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him, leaning down to kiss my neck.
A soft sigh escaped my lips. “You look pretty good yourself,” I said. And he did. He was wearing his favorite leather pants that were soft from being worn so many times but still hugged every muscle on his body. He wore a tank top, showing off his toned arms and sexy tribal tattoos. He’d put a little gel in his black hair and messed it up. I could see the outline of his nipple piercings through the fabric and smiled, remembering how I could bring him to his knees playing with those. God, my man is sexy. I was one lucky girl.
He pulled up my skirt, grabbing my ass tight and fingering my thong. “Mmm…Too bad you’re wearing underwear. I’d put you put you up on the counter right here and fuck you hard,” he muttered into my neck.
I groaned softly. “You still can. Wouldn’t be the first time you ripped off one of my thongs,” I mumbled, my sex clenching at the thought of him taking me right there on the counter.
He squeezed my ass again and gave it a soft slap before letting me go. “Nope, wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, “but let’s go. Things start at the club around nine and I don’t want to miss it.” He pulled away from me and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed. I loved it when Brett took me spontaneously and maybe an orgasm would have calmed my frayed nerves a bit.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get me plenty later,” he said with a laugh. He must have noticed the disappointed look on my face when he said we had to leave.
I gave him a sheepish grin and took his hand. I hugged his arm to me. “I can’t help it. You drive me crazy. I want you, all the time.”
He smiled and kissed my temple. “Good. Cause I want you all the time too, Lizzie. Let’s go have some sexy fun. Before the night is over, I guarantee I will have fucked you, whether it’s at the club or at home, or both.”
I nodded, my nipples tightening at his words as Brett led me out of our apartment. I had a feeling tonight was going to be one of our craziest adventures yet and I couldn’t wait.
***
We didn’t speak much on the ride to the club. Brett held my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles as he drove. I watched silently out the window. By the time we final
ly arrived, I was a ball of nerves. I held tightly to his hand as we walked to the door. The building was plain with no sign or any indication it was a club. Were we even in the right place?
He knocked on the door and whispered a few words to the guy that answered. I didn’t really hear what they said; I was too busy trying to sneak a peek around the huge bouncer.
“Ready, Gorgeous?” he asked, interrupting my snooping before I could even see anything.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly.
He took my face into his hands, his dark brown eyes looking deep into mine. “Just remember, I love you. And if at any time you want to leave, you just say the word, ok?” he said seriously.
I reached up and touched his hand. “Got it.”
“Good,” he said before leaning down and kissing my forehead. I loved that he was so much taller than me and could do things like that. He grabbed my hand again. “Now let’s go.”
I took a deep breath and followed behind him as he walked into the club. It was dark with blue neon lights glowing all around us. I could feel the bass of the music pumping some sort of techno music. All around us were couples dancing. It looked like the other club that we would go to sometime. I was expecting naked bodies having sex all over or something.
Brett led me all the way to the back of the club and through another door. It was quieter and you could barely hear the music from the club. I glanced around, noticing various groups of people kissing, touching. I took a deep breath and noticed the scent of arousal in the air. I turned my head to the right and my mouth opened a little with surprise when I saw a girl sitting topless A man and a woman were at each one of her breasts, licking her nipples and sucking them as she moaned. She opened her eyes and must have noticed me watching. My thong was instantly damp as I thought about being in her position, Brett teasing one nipple while a girl was playing with the other one.
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