Wanton

by Jaci Burton

  “Yeah. You interested?”

  Interested? Definitely. A little nervous? Beyond that. But after what they’d done last night, how could she turn down a sex club? She didn’t want Jack to think she wasn’t adventurous, so she nodded. “Of course. I’d love to. What time do we go?”

  * * *

  * * *

  By nine o’clock Callie was almost hyperventilating. She’d dressed in a short skirt and body-hugging top, spiky heels, and put her hair up. She felt sexy, wanton, and ready to rock and roll.

  That she was beyond nervous just meant she was excited. It had nothing to do with being completely out of her element. She trusted Jack, she really did, even though she had no idea what kind of place this sex club was.

  The club looked rather unassuming from the outside. A plain, two-story building with a neon sign that said Come As You Are on the front, it looked like a bar or a nightclub. The only indicator of privacy were the two burly guards at the roped-off double-doored entrance.

  Jack gave his name, and one of the guys checked his clipboard, nodded, then opened the doors for them. Okay, so was he a regular here, or did he just call ahead for reservations? She knew nothing about this kind of thing. And she wasn’t about to ask. Callie held her breath as Jack grabbed her hand, and they walked inside.

  They entered a big room, kind of like the ballroom at the club, with intimate tables for two and four. Two bars were set up on either side of the room with a dance floor in the middle. It was dark, with a sexy, smoky atmosphere and music playing in the background, but not so loud that people couldn’t talk over it.

  At first guess Callie would estimate about fifty people wandering around. Pretty good-sized crowd. She’d expected everyone to stop and stare at them as they came in. No one did. There were some couples, a few singles, and everyone milling about with drinks in their hands, talking in groups, and completely ignoring her and Jack’s entrance.

  Not being a spectacle helped ease her nervousness. A little. Still, she clung to Jack’s hand, part of her worried some guy was going to come along and drag her away to a private room. Though even thinking that made her feel stupid. Jack would never let that happen.

  “Want a drink?” Jack asked.

  She nodded, swallowing through the desert in her throat. “Love one.”

  They stepped up to the bar and Jack bought them both cocktails. She latched onto hers and took a couple quick gulps of the rum and coke, then forced herself to slow down. Falling down drunk wouldn’t help her tonight. Why the hell was she so scared? Nothing bad wasn’t going to happen to her tonight. She trusted Jack. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

  There was music playing. Contemporary dance music. Several couples were out in the middle of the floor moving with the beat of a fast song, heedless of anyone but each other. That was cool. And the way the women were dressed—clingy, some nearly transparent outfits, others with skirts so short the rounded bottoms of their butt cheeks were visible. Men had their hands all over the women, grabbing their asses while they danced, the couples rubbing their crotches together.

  Apparently anything goes tonight. She loved watching the way the couples gyrated on the dance floor, their gazes locked together, ignoring the other people watching them. Did they get off knowing people were staring? Callie would, felt the tingle of excitement down her spine at the thought of her and Jack getting down on the dance floor while others watched. Would he touch her that intimately, rub his cock against her pussy, drive his thigh between her legs? Her pussy dampened at the mental visual.

  “Like watching?”

  She slanted a smile at Jack. “You know I do.”

  “That’s why I brought you tonight. Thought you might enjoy the sights. It gets better.”

  “You’ve been here before?”

  He drained his glass and set it on the table “Couple times.”

  “Alone or did you bring someone?” Dammit. She shouldn’t have asked that. It was none of her business.

  “Once with a couple buddies of mine. Once alone, just to observe. I like to watch, too, you know.”

  Good. She didn’t know why, but she liked knowing he hadn’t brought another woman here before.

  “So what happens tonight?”

  He slipped an arm around her waist. “Anything we want to happen. Let’s go exploring.”

  “Okay.”

  Jack led her through the room. Callie tried not to, but she couldn’t help gaping at all the people, not really knowing whether to smile, nod, strike up conversation, or just pretend she didn’t even see them kissing and groping each other at the tables. They were doing a hell of a lot more than just holding hands. There was kissing at one table. At another a woman had her hand in a man’s crotch, rubbing his cock through his pants. Another woman at the same table had her partner’s fly unzipped and was going down on his dick. At another table, one man massaged a woman’s breasts through her silk blouse.

  A few people looked up as she and Jack walked by. One guy gave her the look. The one guys sometimes give a woman, where they look you up and down from head to toe like you’re a piece of meat. Callie didn’t care for that guy and hoped Jack didn’t want to have anything to do with him.

  The sexual activity in the room was heating up. And Callie was growing more nervous, because it seemed like she and Jack were the only ones not doing anything hot and heavy. Then again, he was probably feeding off her signals, and right now she was stiff as a board.

  What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? This was a voyeur’s paradise. Some wanton woman she was.

  Okay, it was time to come clean with Jack, because until she did, neither of them were going to be able to enjoy the night.

  She paused, placed her hand on his chest, and said, “I need to talk to you.”

  He tilted his head, then nodded. “Sure.”

  She took his hand and led him outside the room to a quiet hallway. No one else was around, so she had to spill this fast before someone came by. “I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I like to watch, and I enjoy having sex in public. I’m not into orgies.”

  She tensed, waiting for his reaction.

  He frowned, then his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Oh, no, babe! This place isn’t like that at all. Did you think I brought you here for some kind of swapping party?”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t know.”

  “Shit.” He dragged his hand through his hair. “Not at all. That’s not what these parties are about.”

  Okay, now she felt stupid. She looked down at the floor and wished she’d kept her mouth shut, feeling unsophisticated and naïve.

  “Callie, look at me.”

  With great reluctance she did and read only concern on his face.

  He picked up her hands in his. “I’m sorry, Callie. I didn’t explain this very well, did I? The sex club is very open and inviting, and there are orgies for those who want to participate in them. But the only reason I brought you here was to watch, not to participate. It’s a great place for a voyeur, because there’s so much to see.”

  “Oh.” Of course. Why didn’t she think of that?

  “I don’t share what’s mine.”

  Her gaze shot to his. “What?”

  “I won’t mind fucking you knowing other people might watch. It gets me hot knowing some other guy is thinking how gorgeous and sexy you are. But no one, and I mean no one, will touch you. You’re mine, and I don’t share my woman. Got it?”

  His woman. He’d called her his woman. She thrilled to his words, though she wasn’t sure what they really meant. Was she his woman? Hesitating to broach the subject any further, she said, “I like the sound of that.”

  “Nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to happen. I only brought you here to watch, thought you’d enjoy it. If all we do is wander around and ogle, that’ll be fine. And if you’re uncomfortable, we can leave right now.”

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sp; “I’m not uncomfortable, Jack.” Now that she knew what wasn’t going to be expected of her, she relaxed, mentally kicking herself for even thinking for a second that Jack would put her in any kind of awkward or precarious position. So much for having faith in him. She should have known better. “I’m sorry I even hesitated, or thought what might be going on here, or what your expectations were.”

  He reached up to trace his thumb over her bottom lip. She shivered in reaction to his touch, her body warming with liquid heat. “It’s my fault for not explaining it to you in detail before we came here. I’m an asshole.”

  She laughed. “You are not.”

  “You want to get out of here?”

  “No. I want to see what everyone’s doing.”

  He frowned. “You sure?”

  “Yes.” And she really meant it this time. Excitement drilled down deep, the idea of watching other people fuck sparking anticipation of the night to come. “Lead the way.”

  “Let me show you what goes on in some of the upstairs rooms,” he said, tucking her hand in his arm and leading her up the stairs.

  Upstairs led to another big room, a sitting area of sorts. Couples mingled there, too, making out and some talking. There were two women seated on a love seat, with a third woman on the floor alternating between snacking on their pussies. Callie paused, watching them. She’d never seen a woman go down on another woman before. Her heart began to pump wildly against her chest as she watched how a woman licked another woman’s pussy, the slow way she lapped up and down the women’s slits, how she gently slid her fingers into one woman’s cunt and finger-fucked her while she sucked the other woman’s clit.

  “You want to stay and watch that?” Jack asked.

  “No, we can move on.” There was too much to see to linger in one place. Callie was curious about what was going on in the other rooms.

  Jack led them past that area and down a wide, thickly carpeted hallway. He stopped at the first door and turned the knob, letting Callie enter first.

  It was another big room, with stairs leading down to a two-way mirror. There were a half-dozen people on their side of the mirror, watching what was happening on the other side.

  “This is one of the rooms for voyeurs,” he whispered behind her as he closed the door and laid his palm on the small of her back, directing her into the room. “Go on in and find a spot where we can watch.”

  Pinpricks of excitement tingled down her spine as she caught a glimpse of the activity on the other side of the mirror. She walked down the stairs and toward the mirror, paused in front of it, unable to take her eyes off the activity on the other side of the mirror. She barely even noticed the other people in the room with her and Jack.

  On the other side of the mirror was a huge open area like a great room, mattresses spread out on the floor. There had to be two dozen people in that room, some completely naked, some half-clothed, all writhing together in various sexual acts.

  Callie’s throat went dry at the visual in front of her. Jack stepped behind her and fit his body against hers, wrapping his arm possessively around her middle. She inhaled sharply at the contact of his body against her and clutched his arm, needing his touch.

  The scene was breath-stealing erotic, the room closing in on her. She didn’t know where to look. Two men had a woman on one of the mattresses, one feeding her his thick cock and the other plunging his shaft between her wide, spread legs. Apparently sound was being piped into Callie’s side of the room, because she could hear every moan, every groan, even the slapping of a dick thrusting into a wet pussy.

  She turned to the other people on her side of the room. A couple women were in there alone, both touching themselves through their clothes. Oh, God, the women were masturbating as they watched the action. A man and woman were in there too, his hands all over her breasts, her hand down the front of his pants.

  Callie began to pant, the turn-on from the visuals on both sides of the mirror so exciting she could barely catch a breath.

  “You enjoying this?”

  Jack’s voice, his hot breath against the nape of her neck, only added to her excitement.

  “Yes. Oh my God, Jack, yes.”

  “You want me to touch you? Here, with these other people in the room watching?”

  If he didn’t touch her she was going to do it herself. And then an explosion of arousal surged between her legs, an excitement she’d never felt before flooding her panties with wicked need.

  Oh! The thought of doing that for him, of tapping into his voyeuristic tendencies, was even more arousing to her than having him get her off while she watched the others. “No. I want to do it, Jack. I want you to watch me make myself come.”

  He hissed in the darkness, then withdrew his arm. “Do it.”

  She turned around and leaned against the railing. Jack backed up, his face half-shadowed in the darkness of the room. Knowing he was there watching but not being able to clearly see him only added to the excitement. He was the voyeur now, and she was the exhibitionist, putting on a show for him. That others in the room could watch her didn’t matter. This was for Jack.

  Her breasts ached, heavy and hot, her nipples tingling as she reached up and spread her fingers over them, palming the globes. She caressed them through her top, teasing herself until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Then she ran her hands down over her ribs, lifting the silky top to slide her fingers underneath, pulling it up and over her breasts, revealing them.

  The air hit them with a shock, her nipples hardening, puckering, crying out for her touch. She rolled them between her fingers, plucking them, moaning as the sensations shot between her legs. “It makes my pussy tingle when I pull at my nipples like this.”

  She saw Jack reach down between his legs to palm his crotch, rubbing his cock.

  “You make my dick so goddamn hard, Callie.”

  She knew what she wanted, then. But would he do it for her, would he give her what she wanted? “Unzip your pants for me, Jack. Let me see it.”

  Fingers plucking at her nipples, she zeroed in on that spot between his legs, anticipation making her lick her lips. When she heard the sound of his zipper, she nearly cried out with joy. He stepped forward into the light then, letting her see his cock as he drew it out of his pants. Long, thick, the wide head stretched smooth with his angry erection. She met his heated gaze and smiled.

  Her legs trembled as she reached down and lifted her skirt, doing a slow tease with the fabric as she raised it up her thighs. Jack’s pinpoint gaze on her movements only added to her breath-stealing, aroused state. She could barely get through the motions, wanting to do it fast, but knowing this agonized, tempting tease would make it good for both of them.

  When she revealed her panties to him, she said, “They’re wet.”

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded, fisting his cock and stroking it with a lazy, slow motion.

  Oh, he was toying with her, too. She wanted to see him come, wanted to watch it spurt from his shaft. She wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it on her tongue. God, she wanted everything, and right now. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear the blood roaring in her ears. Forcing calm, she traced the outline of her panties against her inner thigh, then laid her palm over her sex, closed her eyes, and moaned at the sheer ecstasy of the sensation. Her clit tingled, aching for her to rub it and rub it hard, but she resisted.

  “God, Callie, you’re making me crazy.”

  No more than she was driving herself mad. She was so wet her panties were soaked now. She drew the panties down, keeping her movements slow and deliberate, like a striptease, undulating her hips toward Jack as she thrust her cunt at him, letting him see what he could not touch. The scent of her own arousal filled the air, a sweet, sultry musk. She left her panties around her knees, her gaze trained on Jack’s movements, watching him tighten his grip around his cock. Tension coiled around her middle as she trickled her fingertips over the
curls of her mound, walking them down around her clit, twirling them through the fine, silken hairs. Her clit danced with anticipation, wanting it, needing her touch so badly she could cry out with frustration.

  What she was doing to herself! When she finally laid her palm flat against her sex, she cried out, her eyes widening as she buried two fingers in her pussy at the same time her hand made contact with her clit.

  “Fuck.”

  Jack’s harsh word made her pussy clamp down around her fingers. He began to stroke faster now as she pumped her fingers inside her cunt, fucking herself in matching rhythm to his gripping thrusts on his own shaft. She was arching her pussy against her hand now, reaching out to him.

  The crest of his cock head slid through the tight fist of his hand, angry and purple, tiny pearls of liquid oozing forth from the slit with each thrust. She licked her lips, her throat raw from panting, as she watched the agony spread across his taut features, knew he felt the same way she did: unbearably aroused, on the verge of a blistering orgasm that she simply couldn’t hold back any longer.

  A cacophony of sound surrounded her: moans of delight and climax behind her as the people in the room behind the mirror fucked and came, the people in the room with her—whatever they were doing, she didn’t know, didn’t care, but she heard their breathing, some of them moaning. It only added to her delirium.

  And Jack, his breathing harsh, sweat beading on his brow as he tunneled his cock between his tight fist, pistoning it with fierce, rapid thrusts as she strummed her clit in a maddening rhythm.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered, the sensations like an uncontrollable vortex spinning inside her.

  “Fuck. Yes. Come for me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, stepping closer to her, jacking his cock with fast, hard thrusts of his hand.

  She focused on his cock and let go, shaking and whimpering as she came on her own hand, shuddering as the crescendo pounded inside her, all through her. Jack pulled her hand away at that moment, nudged her legs apart, and slid inside her pussy. Her eyes widened and she cried out in pleasure as he filled her while she was climaxing.