Taking Turns (Turning #1)(74)

Bric’s mouth is on the back of my neck, then he’s expertly releasing the two buttons holding the top of my dress up. He lets it fall to my hips, exposing me to Smith’s never-wandering gaze.

Bric smiles. A very nice, appreciative smile. “Are you ready?” he asks me.

I bite my lip as Bric releases the zipper near my waist, and then the whole dress falls to the ground in a pool of fabric at my feet.

The blindfold is over my eyes before I can answer.

I reach for it, but Bric’s right there in my ear. “Shhh,” he says. “Don’t touch, Chella. Keep your hands down at your side until I tell you otherwise.”

I obey. I’m excited. Very excited. I have never had a sexual experience with two men like this before. And even though I know Smith won’t be touching, only watching, it’s exhilarating. What will he think of me? What will he think of Bric with me?

“Chella,” Smith says. And he’s closer to me now. Very close. So close I can feel the heat coming off his body. “Listen carefully, OK?”

I bite my lip again, unable to think.

“I’m going to put these noise-canceling headphones over your ears so you can’t hear anything. The only thing you’ll hear is music and the sound of my voice when I feel like talking you through something.”

My heart flutters when I realize I will be blind and essentially deaf, because I won’t be able to hear anything but what he wants me to hear.

“Think of it as an erotic soundtrack to what’s going to happen tonight.”

“What is going to happen?” I ask. The fluttering in my chest turns to pounding.

“You know what’s going to happen,” Bric says. “Tell us, so we’re sure you understand.”

“You’re… you’re going f*ck me in front of Smith,” I say.

“Yes,” Bric says. “That’s what’s going to happen.”

“Maybe,” Smith says, placing the headphones over my ears. There’s a small click as he flips a switch next to my ear and then my world goes silent.

I reach up for the headphones, but my hands are slapped away. Then the music starts. A slow, hypnotic bass.

“Chella,” Smith says into the headphones. He must be talking into a mic. “Bric and I have decided not to follow the rules tonight.” He pauses and lets the music disorient me as a hand reaches for mine and begins to carefully help me walk. I have never been in this apartment, so I have no spatial awareness of where I am, where I’m going, or even who I’m with. “We have decided you don’t get to know who will f*ck you tonight. You only get to experience it.”

“What?” I ask out loud. But the headphones make my voice sound like an echo inside my head. Just like Smith’s.

A hand slips over my ass, right between my legs.

“You’re wet, Chella,” Smith says through the mic.

Is he the one touching me?

I stumble, but many hands are there to stop me from falling. Four hands, in fact. One slips between my legs again, one is squeezing my left breast. A mouth is on my lips, another on my neck. A knee pushes between my legs, forcing them open as I’m pressed up against a wall.

I am breathing so hard, Smith’s voice says, “Shhh, Chella. Just relax. You’re fine.”

I nod my head, but I’m still being kissed. My tongue is twisting with someone’s. Bric’s? Since Smith was talking to me? Is Smith’s hand between my legs? A finger pushes into my * and I groan.

The kissing stops and the hand on my breast comes up to my cheek to stroke it gently.

“Do you like that?” Smith asks in my head.

“Yes,” I say. I reach up for him. Find my hand placed against a jaw, slightly stubbled. But both Bric and Smith had a light dusting of stubble on their faces this evening.

One of them kisses me as the hand in my * goes away. One on my hip follows, and then there are only two hands. One man walks away, leaving my skin too cool where there was just heat.

“Are you ready?” Smith asks into the mic.

“Yes,” I say.

I am led once again. I count the steps and when I get to twenty-one, I am guided to the left, then forward ten more steps, until my knees bump into the soft edge of a mattress.

“Crawl onto the bed, Chella,” Smith says.

I lean forward, placing my hands on the soft comforter, and then my knees, as I begin to crawl.

“Stop,” Smith commands. “Lie on your back, Chella. And then be very still for me, please.”

Holy f*ck. But I do as he asks. My legs straight, my arms at my sides. My blind eyes staring up.

One of them removes my shoe, taking time to caress my calf. I moan and the heat between my legs builds.

The other shoe comes off with just as much careful attention. This time he caresses my inner thigh. All the way up to my *. The mattress dips as he straddles me, one knee on each side of my thighs.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Smith says. “Kiss me back.”

His body leans over me. His jacket is gone. Only the soft cotton of his white dress shirt touches my breasts as his mouth softly caresses mine.

I kiss him back. We start slow at first. His hands on my breasts again. His tongue searching for a way inside me.

I open my mouth and there’s a moment when we stop to just… taste each other.