“Umm…” I’m not really sure how to answer this. I could tell her that I’m a nosey shit and just want to see what happens in places like this because I’m tired of being stuck in my room with my boyfriend/former boss/childhood friend/criminal who is hiding me, so I don’t get us both killed. Instead, I opt for the easy response. “I like to watch, I guess.”
Her brows dance across her forehead and she smacks her lips. “Perfect. Come with me.”
“I, ugh… Look, I’m not really—”
“Have a little fun, Brooke. That’s what this place is all about.”
She’s right. It’s about damn time I have a little fun. Even if I have zero interest in joining in on any of this, there is no harm in watching and letting loose for a little bit.
A minute later, Cherry is taking me into a room. Not just any room, though. It’s a dark room with dim red lighting. There is one ginormous bed in the center and a swing hanging from the ceiling. On top of the bed are at least six people having a full-on orgy. There’s a girl in a swing, sucking on a lollipop and watching the action. Two guys in a corner are getting blow jobs from one girl. She literally has two cocks in her mouth. My tongue pushes against my cheeks just watching it. Then there’s a girl fingering herself at the end of the bed. She’s all by her lonesome. Just her and her own fingers, giving herself pleasure.
“Grab a seat. Grab a swing. Take your clothes off, or don’t. Just enjoy the show. You’ll thank me later.” Cherry flashes me a wink before leaving the room. My heart jumps when the door latches closed and I expect everyone to look at me—but they don’t. They don’t even care that I’m here.
I decide to take a seat on a barstool that sits all by itself in a corner. With the glass clenched firmly in my hand, I take a small sip, uneager to finish the drink off because I need something to do with my hands.
On the bed, there are three guys and three girls. The guys and two of the girls are stark naked, while one girl wears a sexy lingerie getup. A blonde girl lies flat on the bed, sucking a big cock; her legs are spread as a brunette girl sweeps her tongue up and down her pussy. The girl eating pussy is getting fucked in the ass by a slender guy with glasses. Each pounce has him pushing the glasses back up on his nose while sweat dribbles onto the frames. He’s also got an entire hand in his ass by a girl who’s getting fucked three ways from Sunday. Okay, I’ve lost track of body parts. All I can focus on is the way that girl is sucking dick like it’s her favorite meal. It glides into her mouth so effortlessly and she doesn’t even gag, taking all eight, girthy inches down her throat.
My eyes skate up from the cock to the body of the man who owns it and I immediately jerk my attention away when I see him watching me. Staring at the wall beside me, I take a long sip of my drink, then slowly look back—and he winks.
My stomach somersaults and I begin watching the girl who’s getting pounded from behind. The guy with glasses digs his fingertips into the meaty flesh of her hips. Rolling his hips and sliding his cock in and out of her. He grunts, taking her faster and filling her up completely. His pelvic bone crushing against her ass. His mouth falls agape and lust is written all over his face as he comes.
When their motions stop, I take a deep breath, feeling like I was on the verge of climaxing myself. I cross my legs, feeling the dampness pooling in my panties, tingles riding through my entire body. My nipples pucker against the thin fabric of my sheer nightgown and holy shit, I wanna get fucked. Like right now.
I finish off my drink, set the glass on a table, and leave the room without a word. I’m not sure what the etiquette is here, but I seriously feel like I should tip them for the show.
My feet don’t stop moving as I tuck my hands in the pockets of my robe and walk toward the door I entered.
“Brooke,” someone calls out behind me. It takes a second for the name to register when she hollers again, “Hey, Brooke. Wait up.”
I spin around and see Cherry walking briskly toward me. “Well, how was it?”
There’s no fighting the smile on my face. “Amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Come back Friday. It’s ladies’ night and we’ve got a wet tee shirt contest in the pool room. It’s always a good time.”
“I wish I could, but I’m sort of…in a weird place right now.”
Her expression shifts to one of concern. “Are you okay, babe? Is someone hurting you?”
“Oh no.” I laugh. “Not like that. It’s just my boyfriend. He wouldn't be too happy if he knew I was coming down here.”
“Girrrrrl,” she drags out, “never let a man tell you what to do.” She checks me with a wink. “See you Friday?”
I smile back at her. “I’ll try.”
This wasn’t what I expected; it was so much more. I’ve never felt so enlightened and free and so fucking horny.
I hurry back up to the room only to find Cal sleeping away. That doesn’t stop me from crawling under the blankets and waking him up with my mouth around his cock.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I’m not sure if this is a dream or reality, but if I am dreaming, I have no intention of waking up. My cock twitches between the warm lips wrapped around it. Twitching and growing with each flick of her tongue. I know that tongue; I know that mouth. “Bella,” I groan, my hand beneath the blanket, fingers wrapped in her hair as her head bobs up and down.
Warmth surrounds my balls, squeezing ever so gently. Nope. Not a dream.
I rip the blanket off of us, only to see her doe eyes peering up at me in the glistening beam of moonlight.
She smiles around my cock, sliding her beautiful lips up and down. Her nightgown dips in the front, giving me a peek of her tits. “Baby?” I moan out through my dry mouth and cracked lips. “Come here.”
Her head shakes no as she continues to suck, and if she keeps it up, I’ll be coming before I get a chance to get her off.
My cock pops out of her mouth and she slides her tongue up and down my length, hitting every nerve before taking me back in. I can feel my head reach her tonsils and I fist her hair tighter, rocking my hips with her motions.
One hand slides up my chest, running over my rigid abs, then sliding back down again and returning its attention to my balls.
“Fuck.” I shiver when she rolls her tongue around my head and shoves my cock back down her throat. So warm, wet, and seductive. “I’ve missed the way that dirty mouth feels around my cock.”
She looks up at me, and I point a finger, curling it and calling her to me. She shakes her head again and smirks like a devious child.
“Now!” I demand.
She finally does as she’s told and climbs up my body on all fours. Once her bare pussy is straddling my chest, she peels her nightgown over her head. She must’ve taken off her panties before removing my boxers while I was sleeping. “Turn around,” I tell her.
Doing as she’s told, she twists until her ass is in my view. Both hands plant on her cheeks and I squeeze them in my palms before lowering her down until she’s sitting on my face.
“Keep sucking.”
Her mouth finds my cock again and my tongue sweeps up her slit. She tastes better than I remember. Sweet and salty. Her arousal drips into my mouth and I’m not sure what got her so turned on, but I want it to happen again and again. Every fucking night.