by L. P. Dover
I grip the edge of the bed with one hand while the other is fisted in her hair. We move at a steady pace as we tongue fuck, swallowing each other’s moans. Her fingers dig into my back, while her legs tighten around my waist, keeping me locked in position.
Beads of sweat roll down my face and slicken our connection as they meet her skin. Grabbing her ass, I flip us over so she’s on top, and we’re sitting on the edge of the bed. Her sweet pussy tightens as she rides my cock. I bite her nipples and suck on them hard, earning a strangled cry from between her lips. It about makes me lose my shit.
She caresses my balls, sending me into a frenzy. But I refuse to come before her. No fucking way, not our first time. I seek out her clit and massage it, feeling the instant her walls tighten.
Holding her waist, I slam her down on me, thrusting my hips up. I want her to come all over my cock. Her hands dig into my sides and I pull her close, holding the back of her head still so I don’t hurt her as my hips pound away. She screams and her orgasm takes over, milking me to completion. My back arches and I bite my lip to keep from shouting out the long line of curse words sitting on my tongue.
Bodies spent, we try to control our labored breathing. I keep listening to see if she’ll slip up and say something. For just a second, I let her go to wipe the sweat off my face, immediately regretting the move because before I can reach for her, she’s off the bed and pressing her red button.
What the hell just happened? I want to go to her, but she’s out the door before I can even get off the bed. Surely, she feels the same way I do, right? That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had in my life. Whoever the girl was, I’m going to make sure I have her again.
Holy hell. It’s been two days since the dark room adventure and I can’t get it out of my mind. I have never felt so dirty, yet more alive, in all my life. It was almost as if I was in a dream, one I didn’t want to end. My phone rings, drawing me out of my blissful memory. I move to the side of the bread aisle to answer the call.
“Hi, Mom. What’s up?” She’s going to bitch at me for not calling her. It’s only been a day, but in my mother’s time, it’s been a year.
“Are your fingers broken?” she asks, her tone clipped.
“Sorry about that. This weekend went by so fast, it totally slipped my mind. Is everything okay?”
“Other than your father coming down with a sinus infection, we’re okay. He’s loading up on antibiotics as we speak.” I can hear him coughing in the background. Her guilt trip is working.
“Does he need anything? I’m at the grocery store now. I can buy him his favorite cookies.”
She laughs and I’m glad to hear she’s not pissed anymore. Between me and my brother, I’m the only one she demands to speak to every day. It’s probably because Andrew only makes time for them when it suits him. He’s too busy with his own life to worry about anyone else’s.
“He’s fine, sweetheart, really,” she replies. “Zac came by yesterday and dropped off some vegetable soup. What a handsome young man he is. Have you two decided to work things out? All he could talk about was you.”
Groaning, I reach for a loaf of bread and throw it in my cart. The bastard’s using my parents to get to me. “No, we’re not getting back together,” I growl. “What the hell are you doing talking to him anyway? He cheated on me, Momma. You should’ve kicked his ass out the door.”
She sighs. “Don’t get me wrong, Mia. I can’t condone what he did, but we all make mistakes in life. You’re both still young and finding out who you are. He wants a second chance to make things right.”
My blood boils and I’m about to cuss into the phone when a lady and her little boy walk down the aisle. She looks at the bread behind me and smiles, so I move out of the way. I cover the phone with my hand and wait until they’re gone before replying.
“Fuck that,” I hiss quietly. “I don’t want you or dad talking to him anymore. It’s over and that’s that.”
“Okay, okay. I understand. I just think he’s a good match for you. He’s a good-looking, wealthy, educated man. You wouldn’t have to worry about money for the rest of your life.”
“Not everything is about money.” More people start coming down the aisle. “Ma, I need to go. I’m blocking the aisle. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“All right, sweetheart. Tell your brother I tried calling him too.”
“Will do. Love you.” I hang up and quickly move out of the aisle.
Looking in my cart, I have everything except lettuce and bananas. I hurry over to the produce section and grab the lettuce, but stop at the bananas. They’re huge and ripe, just what I need for my banana pudding. Snickering, I pick up a bundle and run a finger down the length. They have nothing on my mystery guy.
“What the hell is wrong with me? Even bananas make me think of him,” I mumble under my breath.
“Of who?” a voice speaks out behind me. “Surely not your sweaty nutsack of a boyfriend.”
Gasping, I drop the bananas in my cart and turn around. “Dammit, Parker, you scared the shit out of me.” He stands there, grinning from ear to ear. Even though he can be a giant pain in the ass, I’d have to be dead not to notice how hot he is. The bad thing is, he knows it too.
Chuckling, he picks up his own set of bananas. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you talking to yourself and thought I’d come over and say hey. Everything all right?”
I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “Yep. What about you?”
He shrugs and smiles at me with that signature smirk of his. “Can’t complain. The guys and I were hoping you’d come by the tavern the other night. Drew said he invited you.”
I snort and shake my head. There was no chance of that. It would have been after my run-in with Zac, and like I wanted to hang out with a bunch of guys from high school. “I wasn’t about to get anywhere near Troy, the panty stealer.”
He bursts out laughing. “Oh come on, he was a teenager when he did that. We all gave him props for having the guts to go for it.”
“Guys are weird.” I look into his bright blue eyes and smile. There’s something different about him and I can’t put my finger on it.
“That we are. I just figured Haggart didn’t let you hang out with us. I know he has a way with keeping you from your friends.” The jab hits straight to my gut. Looking back on my time with Zac, he really fucked my life up. I lost a lot of my friends because of him.
“We’re not together anymore,” I inform him.
His eyes go wide. “When did that happen?”
I shrug. “About a month ago.”
“So that’s why you look the way you do.” His gaze rakes down my body. “I have to say, it’s a very good thing. You look better, happier even.”
“Thanks.” I know exactly what he means.
He clears his throat and moves closer, the smell of his cologne spiking my senses. He always smells so good. “What happened, if you don’t mind my asking?”
There was a time when I could tell him anything, but that was many years ago. “Let’s just say I should’ve listened to you from the beginning.”
His gaze darkens. “Did he cheat on you?” Averting my gaze, I nod, expecting to hear ‘I told you so.’ Instead, he places a finger on the side of my chin and turns me to face him. When I look into his eyes, he slides his finger away. “Are you okay?”
“I’d be perfectly fine if the dumb ass would leave me alone. But happy day, he wants me back.”
“Do you need me to handle it?” he asks, his expression serious.
“Nah, I’ve got it. He’ll give up eventually, right?”
Jaw tense, he shrugs. “Don’t know. The guy’s an arrogant ass though, so probably not. Just know, I’m always here to help you if you need it.”
“Thanks, but I’d hate for you to jeopardize anything for me. You’re a respectable businessman now, not the hot-headed brawler you used to be in high school.”
He steps back and winks. “I’d do it for you in a heartb
eat. I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym. Gotta run.” Turning on his heel, he hurries off.
Was he actually serious about helping me with Zac? Before I have a chance to contemplate that thought, my phone alerts me of an incoming text . . . speak of the devil.
Zac: Call me. I want to talk to you.
I delete the text, just like I do with all the others he sends. Not going to happen, dickwad.
I might seriously need Parker’s help after all.
“He actually went to your parents’ house?” Rachel asks.
I finish unloading the groceries and groan. “Yep. Why can’t he leave me alone?”
She sits down at the table and grabs a vine of grapes out of the fruit bowl. “Because he’s a dick. I hope I see him around one day. I’d love to kick his ass for you.”
“Get in line,” I laugh. Grinning, she pops a grape into her mouth. “What are you smiling at?”
She gets a faraway look in her eyes and shakes her head. “Just waiting to hear about your night in the dark room.”
I sit down beside her. “And you haven’t told me about yours in the bondage room. I just figured you didn’t enjoy the whips and chains.”
“Are you kidding?” She gasps. “It was the best night of my life. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought you might’ve had a bad time. The last thing I wanted to do was rub my fun in your face.”
We both laugh and I smack her arm. “Don’t ever worry about that. I actually had a really good time.” Memories rush back, and I cross my legs to make the ache between them subside a little.
Rachel’s eyes widen. “You better spill. I want to know all about it.”
“You first,” I demand.
She clears her throat. “Let’s see . . . I was blindfolded the entire time. The guy’s voice was enough to drive me insane—so deep and smooth. He whispered everything he was going to do in my ear before he did it. I never thought being tied up and flogged was my kind of thing, but it was hot as hell. I think next time, I’m going to play the dominant.”
I laugh in disbelief. “I don’t know what to say. You’re braver than I am. But are you really going to pay over a grand a month to go back there?”
She shrugs. “Why not? Aren’t you going to?”
“I can’t afford that, Rach. Besides, I don’t even know if I’m allowed back. I haven’t responded to the survey email about my partner.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
I am, but I’m nervous as hell. If the guy thinks I was a dead fish, he’ll give me a bad rating. Talk about a jab to the ego. “What if he didn’t like me? In a way, I’d rather not know. It’s not like I’m going back anyway.”
She jumps up and grabs my laptop out of the living room. When she sets it in front of me, I fire it up, waiting for it to boot. “You’re going to find out, even if I have to hack into your email account,” she explains excitedly. “Now tell me what it’s like.”
“Dark.” I giggle.
Rolling her eyes, she bumps me with her shoulder. “No shit. What else?”
I close my eyes and think. “He knew what to do, that’s for sure. And he was a great kisser as well. I have a strange feeling this guy’s had a lot of practice.” Biting my lip, I open my eyes and sigh. I really don’t want to see my rating. Everything went perfect, until the end . . .
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
Groaning, I rest my forehead on the table. “He’s going to rate me bad, I know it. After we had sex, I was so overwhelmed, I got up and went straight to my button. I had to get out of there as fast as I could.”
“That crazy, huh?”
I lift my head and sigh. “You have no idea. I mean, it’s not like we would’ve cuddled afterward. We don’t even know each other.”
“True, but you could’ve gone for round two.”
The thought makes my insides tighten. What the fuck is wrong with me? I should’ve stayed. And now it’s too late, I’ll never know what could’ve happened next.
Logging into my email, I click on the one from Society X. The instructions are simple, just answer the questions and rate my partner honestly. Once both parties fill out the survey, the results are sent to each one respectively.
“Have you gotten your results already?” I ask.
Her eyes are glued to my laptop. “Yep. The guy gave me an eight. As soon as I filled out the questionnaire, I got another email with his results. I was hoping to get a ten, but whatever. I gave him a nine, and an eight is still good anyway. I’m going to contact Jared tomorrow and let him know I’m ready to sign up.”
A twinge of jealousy flares in my chest but I let it go. I experienced it once; that was enough. “All right, here we go.”
Did you enjoy your time at Society X? Yes or no.
Yes
On a scale of 1-10, rate your partner’s overall abilities.
10
“Wow, he was that good?” Rachel asks incredulously.
“You have no idea.”
I answer the rest of the questions and stop at the last one. Everything inside me wants to answer yes, but I can’t, even if I’m dying to.
Will you be joining the Society X membership club? Yes or no. If no, why?
No. I can’t afford the membership fees each month.
Once I type it in, I hit send before I can change my mind. “It’s done,” I say. Another email pops up. Eyes wide, I stare at it, afraid to click it open.
“Holy shit, he’s already rated you. What are you waiting for? Open the email,” she commands excitedly.
Sliding my chair back, I shake my head. “I don’t think I can look.”
She pushes me out of my chair and takes a seat. “Fine, I’ll do it.” Turning my back, I stare at the wall, my heart thundering out of control. I really don’t want to know my score. “I’ll be damned,” Rachel announces.
Gasping, I turn around. “What is it?”
With a wide grin, she lifts my laptop and points at the screen. “You must’ve been one hell of a lay, my darling. He gave you a ten.”
“No way.” I grab my laptop and focus on the words. There is indeed a number ten as my rank. “Holy hell.”
The hot water rolls down my torso, pooling briefly at my feet before slipping down the drain. The tiled walls, black in color, keep my mood somber and focused on the task at hand. Pumping my shaft, I recall the sweet tasting pussy I had the privilege of feasting on in the dark room.
I can only imagine what my conquest looked like. A feisty blonde, a fiery redhead or an exotic brunette. Honestly, it doesn’t matter what color her hair is because she was a walking pheromone who was sent into that room to bring me to my knees.
And I prayed at her fucking altar.
I want seconds, thirds and probably fucking fourths if we could manage it. I need to have her legs wrapped around my head while she spreads her luscious juices all over my face.
I have to have her again.
It’s been days since I’ve been able to get off. It doesn’t matter how I go about it, I can’t blow a load. I get to the edge, the warmth in my gut and the ache of my balls making me grip tighter as I imagine my cock pumping in and out of her pussy . . . and nothing. Nothing but blue balls. Fuck blue, they’re near black and shriveled up because I can’t give them the relief they seek.
My head rests on the cool marble tile as I focus on my experience from the dark room. I know she had a good time, even though she left right after we finished. That shit pissed me off. I wanted to fucking chase her, drag her ass back to bed, and make her pay for leaving so soon, but I’m not willing to break the rules. My sorry ass just rolled out of bed and went into the dressing room. I sat on the stool buck ass naked, smelling my fingers before I was forced to get dressed.
My movements are vigorous now and I’m doing everything I can to fucking come. My balls tighten and I add more liquid soap to help the lubrication. “Come. Fucking come already.” I growl, the water drowning out my words.
Closing my eyes, I picture what
I want her to look like. Grabbing onto the edge of the shower, I thrust my hips, imagining my cock touching the back of her throat. When her eyes look at me, they’re green with a spark of gold. I can see her hair now, golden blonde to match that same streak of gold in her eyes. In an instant, I come all over the shower wall. I pump until the last drop is out, pulling away from my own touch, letting my overly sensitive dick hang freely.
What in the hell? Did I seriously just think of Mia? Those green eyes of hers can’t look at me like that – it’s not right. She’s my best friend’s sister and was never meant to be a part of this fantasy.
The last thing I want to do is imagine Mia taking my cock down her throat. As hot as that is, it’s not a line I’ll cross, nor would I be allowed to. Her brother would stuff my still-attached balls down my throat. He knows too much about my past with women.
“I need to get laid,” I say as I shut off the water and step out. I need to remember to clean the wall because I don’t need the maid seeing this particular mess.
Wiping the condensation away from the mirror, I look at myself. My eyes are hollow and bags are taking up a permanent residence underneath them. I’m fucking tired and not sleeping because I can’t get the damn dark room out of my system. It’s almost like an addiction, an itch I can’t scratch.
I have to go back into that room, but not with just anyone; I want the same girl. She gave me a ten. I made her come all over my cock. If given the chance again, I’ll rock her fucking world.
My phone mocks me, sitting on the countertop next to my hand. My fingers move on their own, reaching for the device that can make this all happen again. I’m not a member, but I am an investor. That alone should give me all the benefits of the club. And if it doesn’t, I’ll fucking pay.
“Bryce,” I say as he picks up.
“What’s up, man?”
“The other night . . .” I pinch the bridge of my nose as I think about what I’m doing. I’m a well-respected businessman. I can head down to Lucky’s and have women following me out in under five minutes. Do I really need this?
