Lillian padded over to a plush white silk chair nestled in the corner of the room. Gingerly, she hiked her dress around her hips, revealing her own bareness under her skirt. She spread her legs, sinking her hand into her smooth, pink pussy.
Harley walked over to me, her naked beauty taking my breath away as her long, flowing hair cascaded over her bare shoulders.
“I have this kink,” she said. “I like to be watched.”
I nodded, speechless.
“I hope you don’t mind?”
I shook my head, swallowing hard as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft.
“Lillian’s discreet, not to mention beautiful. And she likes it, too,” she said, glancing over at her in the corner. “Do you think you might like it?”
“Are you kidding?” I growled. “If it turns you on, I’m all for it. I wouldn’t care if the world was watching. All I want is you.”
Waiting any longer was out of the question.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back gently as she gasped, her lips opening, begging me to take them.
“Can I fuck you now, Harley?” I asked.
“Please,” she replied, her lips parting sensually. My lips crashed into hers, needy, hungry, demanding. I kissed her hard, too hard, maybe, but her whimper turned into a soft moan and I couldn’t help myself. My tongue sought hers, the heat of our kiss rolling into a thunderous storm that couldn’t be contained.
Pushing her back onto the bed, I stood over her, watching her quivering thighs fall open in a welcoming invitation. Like a man with a savage hunger, I sank to my knees, my hands and lips running over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, my lips trailing kisses from her knee to her hip, then up and down again, each time traveling closer and closer to her center, teasing her, taunting her.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, begging me silently, her hips rising and falling in sweet anticipation.
I didn’t care that Lillian was there.
I didn’t care about anything.
All that I needed, all I ever wanted, was laid out before me like a feast for kings, and this beautiful goddess was offering her treasures to me as if I’d slayed an army of dragons to deserve such a bounty.
I’d done nothing to deserve this, to deserve even a moment alone with this incredible woman. But now that I was here, I was going to do everything in my power to prove myself worthy.
My kisses trailed away from her hip bone, inching inward, until my tongue slid over her mound, dipping down and plunging into her center, twirling around her clit. Her moans echoed off the walls as she wrapped her thighs around my head and arched her back.
Skillfully, I set off to give her as much pleasure as she could take.
CHAPTER 20
HARLEY
His hair brushed over my fingers like silk. I pulled him closer. His mouth pulled every ounce of pleasure from my quivering body, powerful waves of ecstasy washing over me with the force of a thousand currents.
“Yes,” I murmured, “more, more, more, don’t stop, Blaze…”
My hips flailed, his tongue performing a menagerie of magic tricks between my thighs. Flushed and panting, I opened myself up to him, begging for every lick and stroke like a hungry cat.
He gave me everything I wanted.
I was beyond delighted that he’d not run out of the room at the appearance of Lillian. I never knew how someone might react to that. I’d learned that talking about it beforehand never worked. Springing it on a new lover was the best approach and it was a handy tool for weeding out the prudes.
Blaze was no prude.
He didn’t blink an eye. And the fact that I caught him glancing over at Lillian every now and then didn’t bother me at all. In fact, it only turned me on more that he was acceptable to her.
Look, I’m an actress. People watching me has always turned me on. Once I brought that into the bedroom, it opened up an entirely new level of pleasure that I’d been addicted to ever since. Lillian was more than just a paid voyeur, of course. She was my maid and one of my personal assistants, in addition to Melissa.
She just happened to enjoy this part of my life, as well.
The fact that she’s delightfully beautiful and reminds me of a sexy little fairy only adds to the pleasure. Mostly, I keep her in the corner, content with knowing she’s watching and enjoying herself. But tonight?
I’m barely aware of her at all.
Blaze has taken every bit of my attention and placed it squarely on his mouth, that I’m certain he must’ve sold his soul to the devil to acquire. When he pulls away, I whimper in disappointment, but then his lips crash into mine again and his tongue tastes just like me and all I can do is melt into the bed, letting him take the reins that I’ve been trying to hold onto up to now.
His hips move against me, his hardness pressing against my clit, sliding up and down my center until he’s pressing forward, his throbbing heat piercing me deliciously and sliding inside of me so slowly that it breaks my heart.
I gasp at the fullness of him, loving the scalding heat as inch by inch, he glides into me. Rocking against me, his thick arms slide around my back, pulling me close as he thrusts into me fully. His growl vibrates against my ear as he loses any sense of control he once possessed, his pace quickening as he begins to pound into me with abandon, his cock slamming into me with the most exquisite force.
Wrapping my thighs around his hips, I hold onto him, his mouth crashing into mine again as he rocks against me, our tangled limbs melting together into one — one purpose, one mission, one journey.
“Harley, Harley, Harley,” he growls my name, like a poem dripping from the tongue of a hungry savage.
I stared up at him, this beautiful man making my body into his own, taking me as if I’d been his all along.
This was the kind of man I’d been searching for.
A man that would give me what I want, what I needed, without question, without negotiations, without expecting absolutely anything from me but the pleasure my body could provide.
With a shuddering roar, he exploded, his white-hot heat sending me into my own trembling quake of exquisite release.
Resting his weight on top of me afterwards, we lay panting and covered in a soft sheen of sweat, our skin slick and sublimely sensitive. Lillian rose from the chair, quietly retreating from the room, leaving us alone on the bed.
“Harley, I —,” Blaze began.
I reached out, putting my finger on his lips with a smile.
“Shhh!” I said, shaking my head. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
“It was, and I just wanted to say —.”
“Shhh!” I hushed him again. “There’s nothing to say, darling. It’s time for you to leave.”
“What!?” He looked as if I’d just slapped him.
“Yes, Blaze,” I said, pulling away from him and standing up.
I looked down at him, his cock still swollen and wet, and his sweet eyes staring up at me with utter confusion. “The dates over. Time to go home.”
I turned and walked into my bathroom, closing the door behind me with a sly smile.
CHAPTER 21
DAINE
Zipping up my pants, I smiled down at the guy I’d met at the bar, Jason or Jeffrey or some other J name I’d forgotten as soon as he’d told me.
“That was awesome, thanks,” I said. He leaned in close, smiling as he kissed me quickly.
“My pleasure,” he whispered. “See you around?”
“I’m sure you will,” I replied, as we walked out of the bathroom together.
Lincoln Park was almost deserted at this late hour but I decided to walk around the lake before heading back home. I’d spent most of my night at the Eagle, dancing till the place closed. When the bartender called out last call, I grabbed the cutest bear I could find and pulled him out the door.
I’d chosen wisely, I thought, as I wandered around the lake with a little extra bounce in my step. He was skilled, an
d I promised myself that I’d remember his name next time I saw him.
Lincoln Park officially closes at ten, but that doesn’t deter many people. The park benches were filled with homeless sleepers and the pathways even had a few joggers running around, even at this late hour.
Staring up at the moon, I couldn’t help but smile. My life was damned good. I had absolutely nothing to complain about and as I turned my face up, letting the moon bathe me in its glowing light, I felt a wave of joy wash over me.
Not only did I have a wonderful job that provided me with buckets of cash, I lived in a town that was always awash in sunshine, with the majestic Pacific Ocean always within easy reach. Filled with a heavy population of beautiful gay men, I felt like I’d moved to heaven itself. Not to mention the amazing friends I’d been able to do all this with and coupled with the success of Tomcats, it was remarkable how easy everything was.
The lake was small, but beautiful, the breeze kicking up tiny waves on the surface of the water that sparkled in the moonlight. I pulled out my wallet, and fished out the stack of hundreds I’d traded in a bucket full of ones for at work earlier.
Each time I passed someone sleeping on a park bench, I’d walk up and quietly place one of the hundreds near them, anchoring it with whatever was nearby. After a few minutes of sharing my wealth, I felt like an undercover Santa Claus spreading joy in the dead of night.
Up ahead, I spotted another figure huddled under a blanket, tossing and turning on one of the benches. My heart felt for the guy, he must be so uncomfortable and miserable. I approached quietly, trying hard not to disturb him as I searched for something to put the cash under. I grabbed a nearby beer can and placed it near the head of the covered figure, slipping the bill underneath.
As I went to pull my hand away, a hand reached out from under the blanket and grabbed mine.
“What the hell are you doing?” A voice growled, as their fingers wrapped around my wrist.
“I’m just leaving money for you!” I said, pulling away.
The person jumped up from the bench, the blanket falling to the ground.
“Dude!” I cried, when I saw it was Finn, the annoying kid from work.
“Shit!” he muttered, shaking his head.
“What the hell, man? What are you doing sleeping in the park?”
“Just forget you saw me,” he growled. He leaned down, snatched up the money I’d left and shoved it towards me. “And take your fucking handout. I don’t need it.”
“You’re sleeping on a bench in the park, I’d say you definitely need it.”
“Look, it’s only temporary, okay?” he barked. “Don’t worry about it. And please, Daine, don’t say anything to anyone else, okay?”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? You don’t have anywhere to stay?”
“Not yet, but I will soon, as soon as I save up from working. Which is why you can’t tell anyone at Tomcats! Please?”
“Dude, this is ridiculous. Look, we all live in Tillie’s huge mansion. Just come stay with us. You can have the pool house, it’s empty.”
“No way.”
“Why not? Are you crazy? I’m offering you something amazing. Just for a few days, if you’re that stubborn.”
“I don’t want them to think I’m homeless.”
“You are homeless.”
“Whatever. Just don’t tell anyone, alright?”
“Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? Get your shit and come with me. I insist.”
“It’s better if I just find my own way.”
“Really? And getting stabbed in Lincoln Park is going to help you find your way how exactly?”
He stared at me with squinted eyes. It was clear he didn’t trust me, but why would he? I’d been nothing but an asshole to him since he’d walked in the door of Tomcats.
“Look, man, it’s legit, okay? Nobody is going to care. I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you. Let me help you out, okay? Just a place to sleep.”
He looked at me as if he was contemplating it.
“It’s really fucking nice, trust me,” I said. “Nicest place I’ve ever lived. You’d be pretty stupid to say no.”
“Fine,” he muttered under his breath.
“Awesome, get your shit,” I said. He grabbed his back pack and threw the beer can in the trash, before turning back to me. “Good. You’ll be stoked when you see the place. Have you met Tillie yet?”
“No, not yet,” he said, as we began walking next to each other.
“You’ll love her,” I said.
“Thanks, man,” he muttered under his breath.
“My pleasure,” I replied.
“Here’s your money,” he said, once again shoving the hundred my way.
“You keep that. You need it more than me,” I said.
He shoved it back in his pocket and smiled.
“Not for long,” he said. “I couldn’t believe how much money I made last night.”
“Blaze said you used to work at Cocktails. Didn’t you make good money there?”
“Oh,” he replied, looking a bit sheepish. “Yeah…”
“You never worked at Cocktails, did you?” I asked.
He looked over at me smiled.
“Damn, boy,” I said, throwing an arm around his shoulders and laughing. “Bold move, bold move…”
CHAPTER 22
BLAZE
When I arrived home, I was shocked to see Finn sitting in the kitchen with Daine.
“Hey Blaze,” Daine greeted me.
“What’s going on?” I said, wishing neither of them were there, but happy to see Daine, all at the same time. My date with Harley had left me reeling. I wanted to be alone, but I also wanted Daine’s take on the whole thing, too. With Finn sitting there, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Found Finn here sleeping on a bench in Lincoln Park,” he said.
Finn glared at him. “I asked you not to tell!”
“Whatever, kid. Nobody cares. Right, Blaze? Do you care if he crashes in the pool house? You think Tillie will mind?’
“No, I think Tillie will be thrilled to have more eye candy around to look at.”
“See, little dude? What did I tell you?” Daine asked Finn. “It’s all good.”
“Thanks,” Finn muttered, barely meeting my gaze.
“You’re homeless?” I asked. “Why?”
“I just got — I uh — it’s just temporary.”
“Right on,” I replied. “Just be cool then.”
“I will.”
“What’s up with you, man?” Daine asked, with a playful smile. “You alone? Where’s your harem?”
“No harem tonight,” I said, casting a weary look at Finn. Fuck it, I decided. If he was going to be living here, he might as well get used to hearing about our lives. “As a matter of fact, some weird shit happened I want to talk to you about.”
“Spill it,” Daine said, lifting himself up to sit on the kitchen counter.
“Remember the woman I told you about?”
“Yep.”
“We went out. On a real date.”
“Did you go to the Il Cielo like I told you to?”
“Yes, and —.”
“Did you get the tiramisu? It’s to die for!”
“Yes, but —.”
“Oh, did you try their house chianti?”
“No, but I —.”
“Did you see the host? Isn’t —.”
“Daine!” I shouted. “Listen to me!”
“Sorry, brother,” he shrugged. “Go on.”
I shook my head and took a deep breath.
“Okay, the date was great. Dinner was great. She’s amazing, man. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever known. I guess she was famous, a long time ago, or something.”
“What’s her name?”
“Harley Ja—.”
“HARLEY FUCKING JAMISON?!” he squealed.
“Jesus, Daine,” I said, my eyes widening. “Yeah, that’s her. You know her?”
“
Know her?!” he cried. “Do I know her? Are you kidding? I watched all her movies when I was a kid. She was amazing! Right up there with all the other greats of her time — Sally Field, Meryl Streep, Sissy Spacek — wait, you went out with Harley Jamison? How old is she?”
I rolled my eyes.
“She’s not that old!”
“How old?”
“I - I really don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started punching it.
“Well, that’s easy enough to find out!”
“No!” I shouted, pulling the phone out of his hands. “I don’t want to know. Stop, man. Listen, her age isn’t what I wanted to talk about.”
“Did you bang her?”
“You’re so crass.”
“Well?” he asked, lifting a brow. Finn sat at the kitchen table, silently listening.
“Yes, but…it was…she has this kink.”
“Oooh,” he cooed, his eyes sparkling with interest. “What is it?”
“She likes to be watched, apparently.”
“Not surprising,” he shrugged. “She’s a diva, man. An award winning actress. That’s her jam. So what, she made you watch her play with herself?”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“What? You fucked in her front of an open window?”
“No…”
“In an alley?”
“Jesus, Daine, just let me talk.”
“Fine, I just have an active imagination. Don’t shoot me.”
“Okay, listen, it was all normal. Everything was going great. We had a great dinner, I took her back to her place, which is ten times bigger than this house, and and —.”
“— Hey, did you know she dated Clooney? He was so young, in his twenties. And everyone called her a cougar back then. I guess young guys are her thing, huh?”
“Daine.”
“Sorry. So, you went back to her place?”
“Right. She led me to her bedroom. She takes off her dress. And I reach for her, but she stops me. She calls out for someone else, a girl, a young woman, really, and she appears out of nowhere like a ghost and Harley orders her to undress us.”
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