Chapter Thirteen
Your Past Can Only Be Silenced For So Long
Ender
The excitement humming beneath my skin when I entered that circle was almost overpowering.
I’ve watched porn before—a lot of it—but seeing it in person was another level of erotic.
It was mesmerizing watching the threesome abandon all inhibitions with their rawest selves on display— and it was hot as fuck to say the very least. Even the woman in all her glory wasn’t a turnoff for me—I wanted to see more.
So, I was torn when Gabe asked if I wanted to be alone with him, but I want him all to myself right now. I need to be alone with him.
When he leads me down a long hallway to a door and swipes a card into the lock, my pulse races with curiosity beneath my skin.
The clicking of the lock behind us is the only sound in the darkened room.
A large red velvet chaise lounge is in the center of the room next to an end table, with a small mahogany cabinet to the side.
My nipples perk up from the temperature in the room.
Just in front of the couch, there’s a frosted window taking up the entire wall, and I turn to Gabe in a panic.
“We’re not fucking while people watch us, Gabe.” Closing my eyes, I count to ten.
Gabe’s soothing hands help bring my breathing back to normal. “Do you really think I would ask you to do that our first time here?”
I open my eyes, relaxing a little and see the sincerity on Gabe’s face. Breathing deeply, I tell him, “Maybe another time.”
Gabe seems like he gets it, because with a gentle kiss, he guides me to the couch and presses a button on the table, causing the glass to become transparent.
On the other side is a well-lit round stage with a couch similar to the one we’re sitting on.
Two attractive men in button-downs and dress slacks walk in through the door in the dark corner of the room.
The one with suspenders and forearm tattoos guides the sweet-looking younger guy to the couch and begins to undress him.
I spread my legs around Gabe’s when he pulls me down by my hips onto his lap, instantly feeling his erection on my ass again.
He must feel my heart pounding through my shirt as he guides me to lean back against his chest. My eyes flick to the two men, undressing each other with such heat in their eyes that I can practically see it radiating from them.
I’m captivated. Gabe’s warm palms massaging my inner thighs have the air thickening around us, making it harder to breathe.
“They can’t see us, right?” We can see them, and I don’t know how this glass works.
“No, they can’t. It’s too dark in here—and bright in there—for them to see us. And they’re not here to watch us—they want us to watch them,” he says, every word feathering with his breath against my skin.
Almost involuntarily, I begin to grind my ass against his hard cock as I hear the metal clicking sound of my belt unlatching and my zipper opening.
Like a missile finding its target, Gabe’s hand on my bare skin detonates my restraint into oblivion.
A strained moan leaves my body as I try to stay focused on the trio.
My eyes flicker from his hand, slowly stroking me, to a third man joining the couple.
He's already naked, and when he lowers himself to the couch, he spreads the ass cheeks of the tattooed guy, spitting before guiding his thick cock into him. The lack of lube shocks me, but I’m quickly distracted by the younger of the three on his back, knees to chest, having his hole feasted on, spewing “fucks” and “oh my gods” about how much he likes his pussy sucked, and pleading for one of them to fuck him.
The tattooed guy finally gives him what he’s been begging for, completing the connection between the three.
At this point, I can't even tell whether I'm trying to thrust into Gabe's fist or grind on his dick—or both—in the frenzy of movement between us.
Both of us are enraptured by the three men fucking each other, and it stokes our passion like gasoline to a flame.
Grasping Gabe’s hair behind me to pull him closer, I twist around so our lips brush each other and say, “If you don’t start fucking me right now, I’m going to find whatever toys are in that drawer over there and do it my damn self.”
With a sharp inhale and a swipe of his tongue, he responds. “Say no more.” In one swift motion, he has me on my feet, my hands pressed to the window. “Don’t move,” he says, his tone low and commanding. My cock leaks, loving his bossiness.
He aggressively strips the clothes from my lower body, as my soft panting causes the glass to fog up—which only gets worse when I hear the sounds of ripping foil and the pumping of a lube bottle.
Gabe pushes my shirt higher up my back and tells me with a firm grip on my hips, “Ass up, now.” I do as he commands, spreading my legs and arching my back.
The slapping of his steel-ribbed shaft against my hole makes more precum gather on my tip.
“Hope you don’t plan on sitting down for the next twenty-four hours.
” The two-second warning before he breaks through the muscled ring, sliding a few inches deep into me, has me joining the trio’s groaning.
With each pump into me, I can feel each barbell re-entering me, the balls on the ends sliding along the sides, and it takes a few moments for it to feel good.
Gabe must notice me tensing, and pauses to say, “Are you okay?”
Taking advantage of the moment, I relax my muscles, allowing myself to adjust to his size. “I’m good, just give me a second.”
He massages my hips, then begins stroking my dick, the discomfort quickly turning into me begging him to continue. “Move, now…please.”
He doesn’t waste any time placing his hands back on my hips and picking up the pace until it’s still not enough. “Harder, Gabe,” I plead. “I want to feel you for days.” I pull my dampening shirt over my head.
Gabe’s answering burst of energy makes it hard to tell where all the skin slapping and groaning is coming from—us or them. The grunting coming from both sides of the glass has me gripping my dick, jerking hard as he wrecks my hole in the best possible way.
“Your ass is even better than I imagined. It’s swallowing my cock so fucking perfectly, Ender.
” I glance over my shoulder to see him watching his dick plunging in and out of me.
My lids flutter at the sight of sweat glistening on his neck and temples, his lower lip clenched between his teeth, and his expression giving away all the filthy thoughts that must be running through his mind.
There aren’t words that would do him justice—my personal Adonis.
As if on cue, the sounds of multiple men coming all at once while Gabe pulses inside me sends me over the edge, spilling cum on the floor until my knees go weak.
“Holy shit.” Gabe’s breathless words, along with his chin and chest hair tickle my back, cool against the layer of sweat between us, as he continues to lazily push into me with his spent dick.
After a few minutes, we notice for the first time the guys aren’t in the room anymore, and for some reason, we burst out laughing.
The louder he laughs, the more uncontrollable my laughter becomes.
He falls out of me as we stand up straight and wraps his arms around me from behind.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers against my ear.
My lungs instantly forget how to exhale.
When he releases me, I keep busy with wiping up the mess I made—just the thought of some cleaning person having to scrub my dried cum from the floor makes me cringe.
I can feel Gabe watching my every movement. I swallow the lump in my throat and avoid eye contact when we put our clothes back on.
“Hey, are you okay?”
I nervously buttoned my shirt, making it take that much longer. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you won’t even look at me, Ender.”
Reluctantly, I make eye contact with him and regret it the instant I know he sees what’s written all over my face.
“Why does me saying you’re perfect make you pull away? Who made you think you were anything less than?”
Why can he read me so well? I can’t explain this to him—the words won’t come out; they can’t.
“I’m fine, Gabe. I just need to go wash my face and take a minute to myself, okay?” I offer the only thing I can at the moment. My quivering lips briefly touch his before I open the door and leave to look for somewhere I can be alone.
I’m barely able to find a private restroom before I breakdown.
The panic peaks as I lock the door and try to process everything from Gabe’s innocent statement to my incessant self-loathing.
It all swirls around me, growing and growing until it takes up all the air in the room.
I know I’m hyperventilating, but I’m helpless to stop it.
“Can you leave me alone?”
“You’re always here. Can’t you go over a friend’s house?”
“Go to your room, now!”
“God, you’re so annoying.”
“You ate yesterday. Stop your whining.”
“You’re nothing but trouble.”
“Did you touch that baggie on the table? What did I tell you about touching my things!”
“He’s your son! You deal with him!”
“You were a mistake I couldn’t take back.”
The noise inside my head overwhelms me with memories of the drug laced hatred my parents had for me every day for years before they eventually stopped talking to me—acting like I didn’t even exist, as we passed each other in hallways like strangers.
Hunched over the toilet, I gag, bile and alcohol burning my throat on their way up. Falling against the wall beside me, I tuck my knees against my chin and rock, focusing on the things around me—repeating the steps as I try to make the feelings go away.
Five things you can see.
Four things you can touch.
Three things you can hear.
Two things you can smell.
One thing you can taste.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here when I hear the door handle jiggle. Hurrying to wash my face and rinse my mouth, I side-step around the guy waiting when I exit. I take a deep breath as I enter the main area to look for Gabe.
It only takes a few seconds before I spot him across the room and my stomach twists into a knot at what I find—Gabe has his hand clenched around the front of some guy’s shirt and is whispering something in his ear.
I can’t see Gabe’s face from this angle, but whoever this guy is, he has a grin plastered on his face, and his hands on Gabe’s hips.
Is he flirting with someone minutes after we fucked?
After he told me I was “perfect”? Why did he bother bringing me here if he was going to be hitting on other guys?
Did he just want to fuck me, and now he’s moving on to his next conquest?
Just throwing me onto his list of groupies like the rest of them?
But I did run off again in a panic—maybe he’s sick of my shit. Why wouldn’t he be?
My brain is racing faster than my feet can move. The bile begins to stir again deep in my gut as I rush out of the building before I either throw up all over someone, or even worse…Gabe sees me.