Past the partition, sounds of sex permeated the air. Dim light shadowed the expanse. Couches, beds, and chaise lounges peppered the area. Large rugs, soft and inviting, added additional space for groups to engage.
I made my way around the room, searching for the right couple to join. My eye caught a group, two men and one woman, already in the throes of passion. The woman rode one man while the other sat between their legs, licking her glistening pussy. I salivated at the sight. The woman would slip off the man she was riding and guide his hard dick into the mouth of her other companion. She was in control. These men did as she beckoned them to do. It might’ve been one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. It didn’t matter if either of the men were homosexual. In that moment, they were her toys meant for her bidding and she used them as she’d seen fit.
My cock, now aching with need, twitched as I touched myself. I stroked, applying enough pressure to feel a little relief as I continued through the room to find a way to ultimately relieve the tension.
The soft moans of people elevated around me and then everything went silent. There, near the back of the room, was a woman and a man on a bed. She was on her hands and knees, her partner positioned behind her. His large hand pressed into the small of her back, forcing her hips up to meet his, while his other hand gripped her waist and drove her into him. From the expression on her face, it was plain to see she was loving the way this man filled her tight hole.
The longer I watched them, the more I wanted her. To feel her gaping mouth wrapped around my aching cock, to thrust my dick down her throat, watching her suck me with her pouting lips. I knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of me in her mouth, few could, but I would love to see how far I could get down her throat.
Without hesitation, I approached the couple. Neither of them stopped their actions, though I made eye contact with the man who gave me a wink.
“Tight,” he growled. “So fucking wet and tight.”
I dropped my gaze to her lips and smiled. Her short, dark hair was spiked around her mask. Feathers and beads accented her disguise, adding a wild flare to her silhouette. Beneath her exotic black mask, dark eyes peered back at me. A look of pure desire passed between us. She darted her tongue out and raked her teeth across her bottom lip.
My whole body quivered with anticipation of what was about to befall me. Each step drew me closer to nirvana. I could feel her heated pants as I positioned my cock at her mouth. I locked my knees in a hopeful attempt to brace myself for the coming pleasure I was about to experience.
A lucent bead of desire formed at my tip. I reached for a condom. Rules were rules, but the woman stopped me. Her small hand gripped my wrist, as her dark eyes screamed at me to give in. Not one to break the rules, I shook my head and began to rip the foil rapper open. Before I could remove the rubber from its package, she jerked her hand away from my wrist and circled it around my cock. She flicked her tongue out over my slit before slithering it down my shaft. I was helpless yet entirely aroused as I watched her wrap her pliable lips around me. Some rules were worth breaking.
A soft moan vibrated my cock as she sucked me down and our partner thrust hard into her. I wanted to let loose on her mouth as he was on her pussy. The need to consume her boiled inside me. But even as Flex Grayson, I didn’t want to do anything to cause her discomfort.
I slowly pushed my cock between her lips, basking in the sweet warmth of her mouth. She took each inch with ease. My cock disappeared and an almost prideful smile appeared on her stretched lips. She rocked back and forth, sliding her mouth along me with such ease that watching her was almost as intoxicating as feeling her.
My knees grew weak, but I managed to keep them locked into position. Her teeth glided along my shaft, lightly scraping my sensitive skin in the most delectable way.
With every pass of her mouth along my shaft, I grew more confident. Much like the man on the other end of her gripped her hips, my hands gripped each side of her head, and I began to pump my hips toward her mouth.
Licking, sucking, nibbling, biting. A rhythm developed between the three of us. The way she moaned as her body climbed higher and higher in ecstasy. It was all I could do to keep from losing control. Her tongue circled and tantalized me from tip to hilt. Her other partner leaned forward, placing a kiss on her shoulder as he grabbed her tits in his hands. He rolled her nipples, toying with them.
He whispered in her ear, “That’s a good girl. Suck him harder. See how he shakes for you.”
She nodded, obeying him. My cock disappeared down her throat and my knees buckled. I squeezed her head a little harder than I intended. She yelped but didn’t stop. Both of us pounded this woman, taking everything, knowing that at any moment she could let go and it didn’t matter if we found our release as long as she had hers.
She lifted a hand, grabbing my shaft as she began to stroke with the same intensity of her mouth. My head fell back, my eyes closed, and I allowed the sensation of her ownership to overtake me.
Each stroke of her soft, small hand, the feel of her mouth wrapped around me, paired with the shape of her body triggered a fleeting memory inside me. My eyes flew open. I knew this woman. I’d been with her before.
Rather than allowing myself to get lost in the feeling of her mouth pulling against my cock or her groans begging me to come for her, I was trapped inside my own head. Her mouth. That was the key to my wonderment.
I adjusted my shaky legs, fighting against my imminent release. The dim light made it difficult to discern her features, but I was determined to figure out who she was. Inch by inch I analyzed her. From the top of her short hair to the sleeve of gorgeous ink adorning her arm. I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing her tattoos. I only cared about one.
With a tilt of my head and just the right movement of the hips, I had a clear image.
It was her! My Bombshell.
But it couldn’t be, could it? I mean, what were the odds she’d be at Indulgence, let alone in the first room I happened to enter. The mathematical improbabilities were immense, yet everything about this woman seemed to defy the laws of math and logic.
But it was her. Deep in my bones, I knew it was her. The shape of her face, the texture of her hair, the smell of her skin, and the ink. The evidence was clear. I’d found her at last.
I had to keep cool. She couldn’t know I recognized her, if she even remembered me. It was quite possible she had no clue who I was. After all, she was the one who left me standing with my cock barely in my pants at the wedding.
I pushed aside the slight sense of anger I felt about her disappearing act all those months ago. Instead, I took my frustration out on that perfect mouth of hers.
Over and over I rammed my thick, long cock into her mouth, savoring the sight of her taking all of me in. My hips built up speed, to the point I could feel my balls smack against her chin with each thrust of my hips. I glanced at the man who was convulsing in his release at her pussy. Before I could stop it, my balls tightened and I followed along with him.
I pulled my penis from her mouth just in time to come in my hands. She let out a loud groan of frustration and grabbed my cock in her hands. She stroked and pulled, emptying my balls of all they had to offer. My shaking legs wobbled with my release, until I finally dropped to my knees before her. She grabbed me by the cheeks and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me hard.
“Damn! That’s hot!” I heard the man say as he moved away from us.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she purred, freeing me from her grasp.
I gasped and flopped back on my ass. “Understatement,” I muttered, a little confused by what I was feeling. I no longer felt guilty over breaking the Indulgence rules. This woman had already had my unsheathed cock in her mouth before. So, that was a plus. Yet my mind reeled with infinite possibilities.
The main thing that clouded my mind was now that our little tryst had come to an end, I had a choice to make. I could either tell her who I was, or I could walk away and enjoy the rest of
the evening, having a secret that she would forever be unaware.
But could I really walk away like she did? Was it even possible she remembered me? A random guy she screwed in a closet at a wedding. A guy she didn’t even want to share her name with.
Her name! She had to sign my partner card. I’d finally have a name. Possibly a fake name, but still. It was a name!
“Thank you both,” I managed as I pulled myself up off the floor. She had moved to the edge of the bed, her feet dangling toward the floor but not touching. I offered her a hand to help her down. She accepted, her eyes honed in on mine.
“Right, then,” our partner said, ripping his condom off and tossing it away. “Time to sign off on this, I think.” He dashed for a pen from one of the nearby tables. In his absence neither my bombshell nor I said a word. My heart beat in my chest like a freaking cartoon character. I was certain she could hear it, because I sure could.
Upon his return, he placed his name on my card, then hers. He handed her the pen and waited for her to sign. She did, but when it came to mine she paused, almost a little hesitant, but rules were rules.
Cedar.
That’s all she signed. Cedar. A tree. My gut twisted. Her tree tattoo. My tree tattoo. But it didn’t look like a cedar to me. Maybe she improvised.
She handed me the pen but didn’t make eye contact. I signed my fake name on both cards. When she read my name her eyes jerked upward to mine. “Flex,” she cooed. “An unusual name.”
I shrugged, unsure what to say next. “It’s not that unusual.”
“But surprising,” she suggested.
A moment passed between us and then it was gone.
Our partner clapped. “Well, Flex and Cedar. It’s been fun.” I realized I hadn’t even looked at his name. Nor did I care to. He was a prop. Nothing more.
“Yeah. Thanks,” I agreed.
Cedar popped up on her toes and kissed him. “You were great.”
He smiled and returned the kiss, but rather than engaging in awkward after sex conversation, he simply walked away.
I glanced around the room and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “So, thank you,” I mumbled. “This was a great way to start the night.” And terribly awkward.
“It always is,” she claimed.
We stood there in silence, staring at each other. I wanted to stay, to tell her who I was, to see if she even remembered me. More than that, though, I wanted to claim her again and again, but there was still a hint of anger inside me that wouldn’t allow it. I had to walk away to keep my dignity about me. If she knew me, she’d have said something. From what little time I’d spent with her, I knew that much.
I bobbed my head. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.” And without so much as a glance over my shoulder at the woman who’d just given me the second best blow job of my life, I walked away knowing I did the right thing.
As I marched downstairs, I was stunned by the realization that I didn’t feel a pit in my stomach as I’d expected. I’d held my own. I left her standing there when I could have thrown myself at this woman and begged her to remember me.
In my mind, I thought if I found her again, I would demand her name and then request a date. It struck me hard in the chest that I’d done neither of those things. Anger drove me, but not rash anger that leaves you feeling sick. This was the kind of anger that provided clarity. Thinking about it, our first encounter all those months back was meant to be nothing more than a one night stand. Not my first choice of situations, obviously, but it was what it was. Seeing her, using her, and then walking away from her tonight, made me realize that my obsession was with the lack of knowledge I had for this woman. Yes. That’s what it was. Nothing more.
My hand trailed along the bannister, the knotted wood cool against my fingers. A sense of pride flooded my hypersensitive body. This woman who’d consumed my thoughts for months, who tickled the recesses of my mind even when I didn’t realize it, was no longer in my bloodstream. I’d broken my curse. Like an earworm that disappears after listening to the vexing song, my bombshell, or Cedar as I now knew her, was gone.
So basically, all it took was me getting another great blow job and to walk away from the one who enchanted me. Hmm. Who would’ve anticipated that to be the trick? I wondered if that’s all it ever took to get over someone. If only I had a way to explore my theory further. Not that I wanted to go through that again just to test a theory.
With my shoulders back, my chest puffed with pride, and oddly enough, my cock at half-mast, I bounded off the bottom step and meandered toward the bar in the great hall. At the bar, I dropped into a seat, spreading my legs a little to show off the hard-on that was steadily growing with the sudden bout of confidence I’d found in myself. It wasn’t Flex Grayson who’d walked away. No, it was me, Brix Johnson, the man with a big cock and a “ready for the world” attitude. Screw Flex Grayson, he was nothing in comparison to what I’d just accomplished.
All around me, tiny clusters of people huddled together, laughing, chatting, and enjoying themselves. I glanced around, watching the wild and excited groups conversing. Not that I was eavesdropping, Nanna would’ve disapproved, but I did rather enjoy listening to them retell their sexual exploits. I relished in the idea that none of them could add to their list that they’d just walked away from the best sex of their lives and would never look back.
I propped my elbows on the bar and watched as a pretty, petite bartender with seductive curves made her rounds down the line. In the traditional garb of an old barkeep, the young woman wore garters around her arms and a bowler hat on her head. A white mask pressed into her caramel mocha skin, covering down to her button nose. Her plump lips were painted black, adding a dramatic effect to her ensemble.
She glanced in my direction, smiled and lifted a finger to signal to me she’d be with me soon. I spread my lips in a confident grin and graced her with a wink. She cocked her head to the side, her eyebrow shooting up over her mask against the hat. That expression alone caused me to laugh.
That’s right, sweetheart. I’m flirting with you.
Wait! I was flirting with her! Actually flirting.
That snapped me back to reality. A sense of shock rushed through my veins like cold water being poured over me in a hot shower. That wasn’t like me. What the hell just happened to me?
I closed my legs and tucked them under the bar, conscious of how I’d been behaving. Not even my alter ego would’ve been that much of a douche.
My head dropped into my hands and I released an audible sigh. The real Brix was back all because his brain caught up with his ego.
A group behind me started to laugh. I glanced over my shoulder to see a man smacking a woman across the backside. “You like that, don’t ya, baby,” he growled in that predatory way guys do when they’re trying to close the deal.
A blush crept across her face. “And what would you do if I said yes?”
He’ll take you upstairs and have his way with you. Duh!
“Brix?”
The sound of my real name took me by surprise. The group of flirts were instantly forgotten. I whipped around to the bartender who’d placed a hand on my wrist. “Oh my God!” she squealed. “It is you. Addison told me you’d be here, but I never expected to see you haunting my bar.”
I narrowed my eyes at the woman, unsure how to respond. She seemed familiar but I couldn’t place her. The mask was doing its job well.
As if reading my mind, she patted my hand and proclaimed, “Mercy. From Jacoby and Eddie’s wedding. Remember?”
A huge smile broke over my face. “Yes! Of course I remember you. What are you doing here?”
She waved her hand toward the bar. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. “I get that. But why? You’re─”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she clicked her tongue to drown out my words. She then leaned across the bar and hissed, “Don’t blow my cover, now. Things are just starti
ng to pick up around here.”
“What do you mean?”
Mercy rested her elbows on the bar and propped her chin in her linked fingers. “The stories these people tell are great. It makes for terrific publicity afterward.”
I dropped my arms and scooted forward. “Hold up, I thought what happened here stayed here.”
“Puhlease,” she spat. “We both know that shit never flies. Who could resist spreading the secrets of Indulgence. That’s the whole point.”
“But the contract…”
She shrugged. “Legalities, but no one ever actually follows the rules. True they can’t take pictures or anything, but if something is overheard, it’s free game. Besides, if we stayed true to the contract, then we couldn’t use the concept that Sebastian created Indulgence for research.” She tapped the side of her nose.
“Wait. So, you’re telling me that if someone happens to overhear something here, they’re not held liable for a leak?”
“My dear, Brix, that’s why we make sure reporters are invited; for just that purpose. Though that little tidbit did backfire on us last year.”
Intrigued, I inquired, “How so?”
She wiggled a finger for me to come in closer. So I did. “A reporter scooped us on the Sebastian and Addison ordeal. We know who, and even invited them back this year, but we certainly had to do a little damage control.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, shocked. “I remember that. Jacoby was pissed. Not only because Amber had coerced Addison into going to Indulgence, but because some blogger…” I snapped my fingers, searching for the name. “Twiggy? Abbey?”
“Church. Aspen Church,” Mercy filled in the blanks.
I shook my head, furrowing my brow. “Are you sure? That name doesn’t sound familiar.”
“Alias,” was all she said.
I nodded, because I of all people understood the use of aliases. “Right. Anyway, she had Addison’s name smeared over every news station within hours of Indulgence ending. It’s actually how Jacoby discovered that Addison attended in the first place.” I fell back into my seat, breathless. “Wow! This is crazy.”
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