Taking Turns (Turning #1)(75)

And then there is no more hesitation. My hands are in his hair. My mouth can’t keep close enough, even though his lips are crushing mine. Our tongues are twisting together and he begins to rock his cock against my stomach.

He pulls away, and my head tries to follow, desperate for more. Not wanting to break contact, not even for a moment.

“Do you feel my cock?” Smith asks, dipping his hips down so he’s rubbing me. He sits up and takes my hand, placing it over his thick, hard dick. “Take me out, Chella. Take me out and stroke me.”

I release his button, then pull his zipper down. His dick, holy shit. I picture it the way it was the other night. So hard, peeking through his open zipper in the Club. “I want to suck it,” I say.

“We’ll get there,” Smith says with a small chuckle. “But first, Bric wants you to suffer. He’s sitting in the chair, beating off already. You make him hot, do you know that? Do you know how badly he wants to f*ck you right now, but he can’t? Not until I’m done, anyway.”

“You’re the one on top of me?” I ask.

“What do you think?” he asks. His hand wraps around mine, making me squeeze him harder. He helps me jerk him off. “Is this my hard cock? Or someone else’s?”

I stop for a moment. “Is there someone else here?”

“You wouldn’t know, would you?”

“What?”

He laughs. “Maybe that’s Quin’s cock in your hand. Maybe it’s a total stranger’s cock in your hand. What do you think, Chella? How many men are in this room right now? Watching? Wanting to take a turn with you?”

“What?”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Smith asks. “Do you want us to stop? Because we will.”

“No,” I say.

“So you’re OK with these men in here watching? You’re OK if they want to f*ck you?”

“Are you OK with it?” I ask.

A small hesitation. “I wouldn’t have them in here if I wasn’t. I like to watch, Chella. But I want to f*ck you very badly as well. And this is my chance to have it both ways. So make up your mind. Do you want to surrender yourself to us tonight? Or do you want to walk out?”

“Who is on top of me now?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” And then he laughs louder. “Does it matter?” he asks. “If you don’t see them, then it’s just one man, Chella. Think of it that way. Just one man. One cock. No one else is here but me and you. How about that? Can you make yourself believe that?”

His hand is between my legs again and I know exactly what he’s looking for.

Permission.

He gets it by way of my sopping wet *.

“But of course, that’s just the fantasy you need in order to let us gang-bang you tonight. We both know the reality. So it all depends, Chella. On whether or not you can live the fantasy and deal with the reality later. Or know for sure what’s happening. Who is on top of you, and who will be f*cking you right now.”

He slips a finger inside me. Kisses me again, but just quickly. Just enough to make me want more. When he pulls back this time, he withdraws his fingers and places them on my lips.

“Suck them, Chella. Suck them while you think.”

I do. I taste myself. I taste my longing on his fingers.

“Should I keep going?” Smith asks in my head. “I’m more than happy to slip my cock in your mouth and fulfill your wish. All I need is a yes.”

Is he on top of me? I try my best to think clearly. Does he wear cologne? I don’t think so. And I don’t smell any. But I can’t remember if Bric wears cologne. Or Quin. And if this is some random stranger from the Club on top of me right now, I’d never know. I have no idea who I’m going to have sex with if I say yes.

“Chella,” Smith says again. “Tell me no and we’ll stop. It’s very simple. One word and we stop. We’ll leave you and Bric alone and you can do whatever you want. Aside from f*cking, of course. Because if I leave, you won’t be getting f*cked tonight, will you?”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I decide. “In fact, stopping isn’t even an option for me right now.” My hands come up and find the face of the man in front of me. Bric or Smith, it doesn’t matter anymore. I hold his face. Their faces. “I’m in. Whatever happens next, I’m in.”

I can feel Smith’s smile in my ears. “Good,” he whispers in a low, low voice. “Good.”

Then… he’s gone. Just the hypnotic music remains in my ears.

Whoever is on top of me shifts off to the side, and then the mattress sinks and I know he’s getting up. “Where are you going?” It feels like I’m talking to no one. Like my words are a dream inside my head.

I get no answer.

I lie still for several minutes at least. I can feel that there are people in the room. More than one, I think. But how many, I can’t know for sure unless I pull the blindfold down.

I don’t do that. I begin to count in my head and I wait.

When I get to four hundred twenty-nine Smith’s voice is back. “Did you miss me?” he asks.

“Where did you go?”

“Just having a little conversation with Bric. To see what we’d like to do with you now that you’ve accepted our offer.”