Hush, Hush

by Franco, Lucia

  "Put her on the bed," James orders huskily. "Take her panties off, but leave the shoes and stockings on. I want you to fuck her while I watch, but not yet. Let's get her ready first."

  Reece does as James says, and in no time, I'm lying in the center of a plush bed, nervously excited for what’s to come.

  I reach my arms above my head, stretching, my hard little nipples in the air and my back arching. The glass of tequila is finally hitting me, and the Percocet is making me feel a little less modest. James moves a chair closer to the bed, then walks back over to the table at a leisurely pace. He removes his watch and pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, placing both on the table. Even in the darkness, his moves are stealthy as a panther.

  Reece grabs a drink while I watch James unbutton his shirt and take it off, carefully placing it over the counter. I take in the length of his body as he sips from his crystal glass. He watches me, eyes boring into mine like we're the only ones in the room. His pants are still on, but the top button isn't fastened and the color of his tattoos are dazzling in the lights filtering in through the windows. James is without a doubt a fine fucking man. Fifty-two or not, if we were both free of Sanctuary Cove and that wedding band, I'd fuck him all day every day.

  James takes a seat in the chair he moved closer to the bed and spreads his legs to grasp his shaft. He's angled so he has a full view of my pussy, and so we can lock eyes. I won't lie, I love it.

  "Spread her legs," James orders. Reece climbs onto the bed and James groans as he views my wet lips. "Lick her clit while you're fingering her pussy."

  I clench my eyes shut in defeat. I know there's no way I'm not going to be able to come. Fuck, I just know it. Still, I work to fight it, except Reece's lousy kissing skills work wonders on my throbbing clit and I'm trembling from head to toe. He makes me even more wet, and I pull on his hair and moan, feeling my orgasm climb inch by inch. I can only hope the way his fingers move inside my pussy is the same way his cock will—slow, hard, and teasing. If I didn't have high heels on, my feet would be digging into the mattress and my legs would be scissoring the sides of his body, but I'm immobile. I start panting, trying to think of any random thing to hold off my orgasm, but it doesn't work.

  "Grab her wrists and hold them to the bed, Reece." Then, "Valentina," James snaps, and my eyes open. My wrists are securely locked to the mattress now. "Have you ever had two men lick you at the same time?"

  I shake my head, but the thought makes my mouth water.

  I want that to happen.

  James stands and drops his pants to the floor. My stomach flutters as he walks over and stops at the side of the bed. His intense stare makes me yearn for his touch and I see the truth. He wants me just as bad as I want him.

  "Take my cock out and suck it."

  Reece lets go of my hands and I reach for James. I grab his warm cock and take him into my mouth. I'm at a strange angle, but James leans in closer. I have to tip my head back, and as I do, James’s fingers glide slowly down my neck in a massaging manner.

  "That's it, relax your throat," he says soothingly, and slips his cock deeper into my suctioning mouth.

  The swollen tip breaches the back of my throat and I swallow, trying not to panic and gag. Fucking spray isn't working, damn it. James groans, rocking his hips into my mouth. He's growing, thickening, and my pussy is aching to be fucked. All I can think about is how I wish it was always like this.

  "Lift her ass," James says, pulling out of my mouth.

  I'm so helpless, unsure of what will happen next. I lift my hips to hold myself up as James descends. His eyes are glazed over as he takes my pussy lips and carefully spreads them wide. He holds them open for his friend to lick me. A gasp of intense pleasure rips through me and my thighs tremble. I lift my head up and watch and I'm overrun with euphoria at the sight of both men pleasuring me and how erotic this moment is.

  Reece pulls back and licks his lips coated with my pleasure. His eyes are dilated and I wonder what kind of drugs he's on when he slurs his words. "James, come taste this pussy. So fucking sweet."

  "Yesss," I hiss.

  They switch places and then James is on my pussy. Stars explode behind my eyes and a throaty moan rolls off my lips. His hands hold down my wrists while Reece is on one nipple and tweaking the other to the point of pain. If death by pleasure is a thing, then please kill me, because this is too much. My entire body is tingling and I'm panting from the overwhelming sensations wracking through me.

  Holy. Fucking. Sex.

  There's no stopping my orgasm now, and I wiggle my arms trying to break free because I want to press their heads into me, but James is too strong. Something about being restrained makes my heart beat faster.

  "Oh, fuck," I pant, breathing heavily. I draw the word out, my eyes rolling shut.

  James is holding my lips open and I want to cry out from the hunger taking over my body. The pleasure is rising and my blood is rushing through my veins so fast I can barely catch my breath. My hips are moving of their own accord, rolling into James’s. Reece nips my nipple and I yelp. I need more, I want more, and suddenly I'm about to beg them both to fuck me.

  "I… I can't take it…"

  "Come in my mouth, Val," James says, and fuck it all, I do.

  I come so hard there's no denying the moan is real. I couldn’t fake one like this if I tried. James’s tongue is wicked and tortures my pussy in all the right ways, making sure he wrings every ounce of pleasure from me. I feel my release slide down to my ass. My body is damp and I'm bursting with the most intense orgasm I've ever had, and I never want to come down. His tongue is wild, penetrating my entrance, as Reece now rubs my clit so hard it feels like there's a vibrator on it.

  James pulls away and leans higher to kiss my mouth fierce and bruising hard. My legs wrap around his hips and I dig my heels into his ass so his cock grinds into my pussy. He drops his weight to me. I moan again, tasting myself on him. It's salty and erotic, making me even more aroused.

  James breaks our kiss to stand and walk away. I blink a few times and reach out for him. Our eyes lock and my lips part with want. He notices and I swallow hard, retracting my hand. James takes a large gulp of his drink, eying me until my heart can't stop pounding. I don't want Reece to fuck me, I want James to, and he clearly knows that.

  "Turn over and get on your knees." He pauses, then addresses Reece. "Don't be easy on her. I have a feeling she can handle anything we throw her way."

  Thirty-Two

  I do as he says, my head light and my limbs weak. I feel like I'm high. I mean, I kind of am. James is stroking himself and it's incredible the way he sinks lower into the chair and twists his wrist, tightening around his glistening head.

  Grabbing my hips, Reece doesn't hesitate, slamming into me in one motion. He lets out a long moan, his width warm inside me, and I take a deep breath, trying to hold back from allowing myself to really feel. If he was as big as James, I would've split in two, but thankfully he's not.

  Just like I hoped for, his thrust is hard but slow. His fingers are gripping me hard, digging into my hips, and I like the strength he exudes. I'm sure I'll have bruises tomorrow.

  Pulling out, he slaps my ass painfully hard then surges back in and holds himself there. I gasp, feeling the pleasure from it and fall onto my elbows. My back arches at a steep angle and I reach out in front of me, taking him deeper.

  "She's fucking squeezing my dick," Reece grits out. "Fuck, she's so tight," he says, and then starts thrusting harder. His thighs are slapping into my backside but his strong hold doesn’t let me go anywhere.

  "Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart," James says. "Get up on all fours. Now."

  I do and eye his stroking hand again. I can't not. The way James pleasures himself, how he swipes the pre-cum to coat his thick head makes me wet with need and I contract around Reece, feeling my orgasm climb. I throw my hair over my shoulder to make sure I don't miss a thing.

  "You're going to watch me while he fucks you," James
says, and I nod, driving my hips back into Reece.

  I need it harder. I want it harder.

  "When you come on Reece's cock, your eyes will be on mine."

  My lips part, eyes fluttering. The blood rushing through my veins is chasing a feeling I so desperately need yet shouldn't crave.

  It doesn't take long for my body to reach the point of no return. I decide since I already came once, there’s no difference if I come again. The truth is, I don't want to hold back. I like watching James while his friend takes me from behind. It makes me hot.

  "Reece," I moan his name purposely, knowing James wanted me to say it. "Oh God, yes, harder. Fuck me harder."

  I don't have to force those words. I actually want him to.

  Reece doesn't hold back and fucks me with speed and precision, hitting the right spot each time, making me cry out in pleasure. He's a savage, and I didn't expect that from him at first sight.

  Ask and you shall receive.

  My breasts are bouncing, and James eyes them, licking his lips. I wish his mouth was on them and his tongue was rubbing my nipples. He's stroking faster and rougher, and I see his chest fall and rise and the muscles in his arm contract as he fucks his hand. The only sounds in the room are the ones our bodies are making, and it's the sexiest ballad I’ve ever heard.

  "She's getting close, James. Her pussy… Fuck, you gotta get in here."

  My eyes snap to his. For a split second I wonder why he hasn't. The dark desire in James’s eyes screams that he's intoxicated with our performance, and that empowers me. Reaching for Reece's hand, I pry his fingers off my hips and force him to play with my nipple, placing it on me how I like it.

  "Squeeze it," I beg. "Twist it, palm it, anything," I say, and James’s jaw locks down. "Give it to me," I say to both of them.

  "Fuck, James, I can't hold on any longer. I'm gonna blow hard."

  Looking into my eyes, James says, "Are you ready to come on Reece's cock?"

  "Yes, James," I say, his name a purr on my lips. I can't take it anymore and need to come. "Please…"

  After a few more thrusts and strokes, James is groaning with ecstasy. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come on his cock and keep your eyes on me, imagining that’s my cock fucking you right now."

  My eyes threaten to roll shut at the thought, but I make sure I keep them open and watch. Twisting one nipple, Reece slaps my ass and drives in until he's balls deep. I come just as James does and feel Reece pulsating inside of me. It's a rush. I feel drunk taking all of Reece as cum coats James’s straining cock and hand. I want to wrap my lips around his dick and swallow his cum down. His head is thrown back and there's a vein in his neck that begs to be licked. He looks back at me and we don't stop watching each other until the room is filled with our heavy breathing and our bodies are in heaps of spent desire that's been wrung from us.

  Reece pulls out, and I allow my body to take over. I turn around and grab his face, kissing him hard and throwing him to his back on the bed. His eyes widen in shock, but his hands are fisted my hair and on my back, roaming over my body. I don't know what's come over me. Maybe having James watch us made me do it. I don't know.

  I had a feeling that Reece probably took Viagra to last as long as he did because he's still hard. I position him at my entrance and sink down on his length without asking. I don't need to ask—men never refuse pussy. Especially pussy they’re paying thousands and thousands of dollars for.

  "Fuck me," he groans in deep pleasure.

  I grab his hands and place them on my breasts as I ride him into my next orgasm without holding back. I grind down on him hard, taking what he has to give me. The sounds escaping my throat are not Valentina's, but I don't worry about that in this moment. His hips are jackhammering into mine as we both come together.

  I collapse to the bed. My body is completely depleted while Reece is pulling off his condom at the foot of the bed, staring at my body like he's captivated by me. It makes me feel sexy the way he watches me.

  Grabbing the blanket, Reece wipes himself clean. He throws another blanket to James and he does the same.

  "I bet she's got another round in her, James." Reece drops the blanket. Walking over to me, he places a kiss to my lips, and says, "That was incredible. I can see why James was raving about you."

  Then Reece is dressing and walking out the door in less than three minutes, while I'm still in a euphoric state and not ready to get up.

  Standing up, James walks to the bar and pours two drinks. He's got a nice ass, and I watch it bounce as he takes steps away from me. He's naked and comfortable in his skin and I like that.

  He walks over and hands me the drink, his cock is still hard, unless that's how he usually looks. Sitting up, I take the glass and he sits down next to me. We both sip, watching, observing. My body is hyperaware of his presence and I want so bad to climb onto his lap. Fucking alcohol and pills make me so touchy-feely that I want to be closer to him.

  His eyes narrow and he says, "Come here."

  Yesssss…

  I straddle his hips and push my pussy against his cock. A purr escapes my lips, my eyes lowering as I take a sip of the tequila. His jaw flexes and I lean in to kiss him, but he stops me by placing a hand on the curve of my shoulder and neck.

  "Is there a reason why you blocked me from seeing you?" he asks, dragging his hand down to my breast.

  He gives it a gentle squeeze and I lean into his palm. I reach with my other hand to grab his cock, but he places his glass down and takes my wrist, securing it behind my back.

  Yes, I love when he gets like this.

  "I didn't block you, James. I just have clients. Pleasing everyone is a twenty-four-seven job and I do my best in between classes."

  "Why are you lying to me?"

  "I've been lying since the day we met."

  "Valentina."

  "James."

  Gripping my breast in a painfully delicious way, my eyelids threaten to lower, but I fight to keep them open.

  "You can have my cock—we both know you're dying to fuck me, sweetheart—but only if you tell me the truth."

  I swallow hard. He's not playing fair, and as much as I want to tell him why so I can finally have all of him, I would never do that. Not only would I look like a fool, but it would go against the rules, and even though there are times when I don't like my job, I now like it more than I don't, and I don't want to lose it.

  "I told you," I say sweetly, batting my fake lashes. "I have clients, James. I'm doing the best I can."

  "And I fucking told you to name your price, sweetheart."

  He's angry, but even so his voice elicits a simmering of need under my skin.

  "My tuition is paid for. I got a full academic ride."

  "I had a feeling you weren't any old broad. That doesn't surprise me. Name what you want and it's yours."

  "Why are you married?" I ask curiously.

  "It's complicated. We're working through things."

  "Working through things is code for fucking whores on the side?"

  His jaw grinds back and forth. I know he doesn't like when I use that word to refer to myself. I can sense he's getting mad at not getting what he wants. But the thing is, I'll never give him what he wants, so if he wants to do this, I can go all night.

  "Well, this was fun. You can get the fuck off me now."

  "No," I say boldly, a little hurt.

  "No?" he says.

  "James, please," I say softly, a whisper, Aubrey shining through.

  I chew my bottom lip and he watches, then pulls it free. I really wish he'd stop pushing me over this topic. He has to know I won't cave. Leaning forward, he kisses me gently, unlike his usual passionate self, and it's still just enough to get me hot for him.

  He's staring at my mouth. "Unless you're willing to give me what I want, we're done here."

  "James," I whisper, "please don't do this."

  He shakes his head. "Up. We're done here."

  "Do you pay all of them so you can own the
m?"

  His eyes flash with rage. "I don't own anyone, Val. Everyone is free to come and go as they please. What I'm offering to you, I've never offered to any of them."

  I don't believe him. He's pushing too hard.

  "Do you question all of your whores like this? Push until you get what you want?" My teeth dig into my bottom lip again, rolling over it. "Why do you want this so bad?"

  "I'm not fucking repeating myself. I've already told you the reasons why I want you."

  James taps the side of my thigh, ushering me to move. My heart sinks into my stomach. I don't want him to leave. I want to be around him. The last thing I want to do is upset him, but I can't give him what he wants. I can't tell him the truth. Just thinking about it makes me feel foolish and stupid. No whore gets a happy ending with a client.

  Reluctantly, I move off him, breaking our connection. I don't want to be anywhere where I'm not wanted anyway.

  "Where are you going?" I ask, watching him walk toward the table with his clothes and belongings. I sit against the headboard and place a big, fluffy pillow in front of my body. My shoulders fall forward in defeat.

  James doesn't answer. He just dresses, finishes off his drink, and then buckles his belt. Walking over to me, our eyes lock as he slips his wallet into his back pocket, then he leans over and places his hands on the bed and kisses the top of my forehead. I swallow hard, closing my eyes. He starts to walk away, and I feel a part of me leaving with him. I wish I could explain what it is that I feel, but I can't. It's just this feeling that takes over my body, like a rhythm of a heart that’s beating only for him. Like that knowing feeling I just don't want to accept or even acknowledge.