Chapter 11
Cara and Cody invited such a random mix of people to this sex toy party, but I have to admit, it’s really damn fun. It takes a special kind of person to travel around to different homes and parties to demonstrate sex toys while making it fun and comfortable. And this woman is fucking nailing it. If people were born to do certain jobs, this is hers.
She’s a heavier-set middle-aged woman with one of those loud, raspy voices and the kind of laugh that makes everyone else start laughing. She’s cracking jokes, being appropriately inappropriate, putting everyone at ease, and selling the shit out of her display case. I mean, she’s got toys, dildos, battery-powered everything, lubes, and fancy condoms. She’s recreating sex positions with dildos as her props, and she’s walking around the room with vibrators pressed to our skin so we can feel them. She even got us to taste all the different flavored lubes by licking them off each other.
I’m fucking here for it.
There are about twenty-five people here, a mix of men, women, queens dressed in drag, and sexualities. Whoever they are, I’m getting the vibe that they either live the same relationship lifestyle as Cara and Cody, or they’re singles who are open to it and have experience with one another. Remy and I are the outcasts, but after the first few minutes, we fit right in.
Remy is pretty drunk by the time half the people leave with their new purchases, and it’s been nice to see him get tipsy and carefree. He was all over the tasting, flirting with the saleslady with no shame, and when she flirted back, it was clear she’d be the dominant one. I enjoyed the mental image it gave me.
This one chick has been all over him tonight. Climbing on his lap, flirting openly and suggestively, touching him every chance she gets, and setting the tone for the afterparty. She is one hundred percent down to fuck him, and if my read is right, he’s pretty down for it, too. I’m watching them from across the room, and every time his eyes come back to me, he gives me a sexy little grin and blinks those big blue eyes at me. Such a tease.
There are about six of us left; Remy and I, Cara and Cody, and another couple. We’re all sitting around, laughing and shooting the shit.
“You staying the whole weekend?” Cara climbs onto the couch next to me with a seductive grin.
Hadn’t planned on it. “Do you want us to?” My eyes blur a bit. Apparently I’m drunker than I thought I was. Better slow down for a bit.
“Of course,” Cara says. “Cody would love it.”
“Hmmm.” I like Cody, but shit, my mind isn’t on him right now. It’s on Remy, and it has no right being there.
“Cody likes how open you are,” Cara tells me, sliding her hand up my thigh. “Is Remy as open as you are? He looks more comfortable since the last time we saw you guys.”
Remy’s business isn’t mine to tell. “He’s comfortable,” I say, avoiding the rest. I don’t want to say he isn’t ‘something,’ but his sexuality isn’t for her to know without him here. I fucking hate labels, anyway. I’m not pansexual or bisexual, I don”t think. I”m just sexual in general.
“Is he as flexible as you?” Cara asks.
“He’s as wild as I am, so that’s for him to decide.” I smile at her, but my eyes shift to Remy across the room. The remaining two chicks, one of which is the one who has been all over him tonight, are all up in his space and Rem is loving it.
“He might surprise us,” Cara says, watching him.
“Have you fucked around with those two before?” I ask her, nodding at Remy’s girls.
“Yeah, a few times. They’re in an open relationship, too.”
“They’re together? I had no idea!”
“It’s their game. They like to pretend they’re strangers so that whoever they hook up with doesn’t feel like they’re a couple.”
Hmm. Lies. But maybe that’s normal. Who am I to judge? To each their own.
“I want to play a game with you this weekend, Zahn. You in?” Cara asks, and now I’m equal parts nervous and excited. As long as the game includes Remy, I’m in.
“What’s the game?”
“How do you feel about restraints and blindfolds?”
I scoff. Mr. No Limits, remember? “What do you think?”
“Well, since you’re down, we thought it’d be fun to keep you guessing all night. Cut off your sense of sight and touch, and let everyone else pleasure you. You’ve earned it.”
“Have I?” My cock hardens at the idea of it. “What have I done to earn it?”
“You opened Remy up.”
“I had nothing to do with that. We just came to a new agreement, and he’s been a wild child ever since.” I smirk at him, admiring the confidence he exudes.
Fuck, these two chicks are eating him up. I can’t lie; Remy is hot shit. Tall, toned, nice body, messy blond hair, and a set of eyes that make all the panties drop. His personality just adds emphasis on an already hot body, and his charm is his best asset. He knows it. Jawline is sharp as shit, too. Goddamn.
“Remy looks like he’s already got his night planned.” I laugh.
“He’ll participate. I know it,” Cara says. “I think he really will surprise you.”
“He won’t touch me.”
She shrugs.
Of course he won’t touch me. Yeah, our dicks touched that one time, but it’s not like Remy is going to jerk me off or anything.
My buzz turns a bit more sober, and my face gets hot.
Cara grins, and I don’t know what it means.
I’m sitting back on the couch as Cara and Cody grope the hell out of me. I’m into it; it feels good, like a tease without actually being anything more than a tease. While they work my body in gentle, suggestive caresses, my eyes get a show from Remy. I can’t help but watch him. Every time I try to look away, I find my gaze right back on him and the women he’s fucking around with.
Cody’s hand palms my already hard cock through my jeans while Cara’s hand trails up and down my thigh, snaking between my legs every now and then. Their teasing game just gained substance, and like Remy is feeding off my energy, he picks up his momentum to match mine. He grabs both women, bringing them to straddle his lap together, and while he gets a show of them making out in front of his face, I get one, too.
Cody and Cara start kissing, and my eyes shift to them. But somewhere along the way, my depth perception changes, and I’m looking between their joined faces to get a peek at my boy.
“You like watching him,” Cara accuses without malice.
“I like watching in general.”
Needing a distraction from the Remy Show, I grab Cara and put her on my lap just like Remy did. With her settled, I grab Cody’s arm and bring him to my side. When his ass hits the cushions, I push their faces together and keep my hands in their hair to feel the fire of their lust. If anyone ever tried to doubt their devotion to one another, all they’d have to do is see them touch. They have one of those connections where sparks fly and people get swept up in their energy. Right now, it’s working for me.
“Cody,” one of the girls with Remy, calls him over. “Come play.”
Cody kisses Cara one more time and then joins them, and I’m watching like a hawk because I don’t know how Remy feels about it. He looks at me, and I swear his eyes are daring me to do something about it. I narrow my gaze at him, but he only offers a ghostly smirk in response.
“He won’t touch Remy,” Cara whispers against my neck. “But watch them and feel me.” She’s slinking down to her knees in front of me, my hips lifting to assist her with my pants. My dick bounces free, slapping against my t-shirt, but my eyes are still on Remy and the way his eyes flutter closed whenever one of them kisses that tender spot below his ear.
When Cara’s tongue licks the slit of my tip, I groan. And Remy’s eyes snap to mine again. His dick is out and being played with by two girls while Cody goes down on one of them, and when he licks his lips and blinks at me, Cara gets a salty taste of excitement.
There’s something different about the vibe tonight. It’s sexy. There is sex going on everywhere I look, but Remy becomes my focal point, and with my tunneled vision comes a whole new sensation. Greed. Remy is my partner in crime, and there’s a hostile little part of me that wants him next to me instead of across the room from me.
Cara looks up at me with a sinister grin, like she knows something I don’t. Like she’s up to something.
“What?” I groan, her hands twisting along the length of me, base to tip in a sensual corkscrew motion. “What’re you grinning about?”
“I want you both,” she says.
“Get in line. Everyone wants Remy tonight.” Atta boy. Even though it’s coiling something tense in my gut that feels good but dark, too. “You’ve got some competition for his attention.”
“Lucky for me, I have something he wants,” she says, squeezing my thigh before turning to face him. “Come here, Rem.” She pats the couch next to me—a position the three of us have been in before.
Remy looks at her, but he looks to me right after. I grin at him, and he gently removes himself from the bottom of the pile, holding his pants up as he comes over to us. His bottom lip is slick with spit, and his blue eyes are brighter than usual. I’m tracking his every move, forgetting to hide my admiration, and when he catches me, he grins as he looks away. But it doesn’t stop him from sinking down next to me, so close that the couch dips and we fall into each other.
Cara’s hand slides up his leg, hooking into the waistband of his jeans. He lifts up, jostling me, and I get a nice view of his hard dick being freed from the confines of his boxers. He takes his shirt off, tossing it at me as a clue to take mine off. And fuck me, he helps. He pulls it over my head, and I toss it to the floor by Cara’s knees.
“Mmm,” Cara hums in admiration. “The two of you together like this… perfection. We’re gonna have some fun.”
She doesn’t hesitate. I watch her swallow Remy down until she gags, and then I listen to Remy’s breathing increase and a groan hitch in his throat. When his abs contract, showing me the prominent lines of his six-pack and the V they feed into, my dick gives a needy pulse. She makes a show of sucking him off and licking the bead of precum from his tip, and then she challenges me.
Bring it on, woman.
I pull her face to mine, greedily taking a taste of Remy straight from her tongue. Salty and warm, my taste buds go haywire and my hand reaches for my dick, squeezing it to ward off an unwanted orgasm.
In my peripheral, I watch Remy jerk himself off while breathing hard next to me. Did that turn him on? But then Cara gives him the same challenge; she licks me from base to tip, laps up the mess leaking from my slit, and looks at Remy.
I’m about to tell her to stop, that he’s not into that, when Remy grabs the back of her neck and pulls her right onto his lap, their mouths clashing together in a desperate mess. When he moans into her mouth, I sink into the energy that just shifted.
This is the part about my sexuality that makes so much sense to me. I’m turned on by this game, the willingness of Remy, and the blurred lines that are bound to hurt tomorrow but don’t even matter at this moment. Remy is turning me on because he’s sexy, down with whatever, and willing to be pushed. Cara is turning me on because she’s playing an angle that’s pushing the two of us together. Cody and the two chicks with him are turning me on because their moans aren’t fake and their pleasure is real. It has nothing to do with dicks and vaginas, bodies and parts. It’s. All. About. The vibe.
Oh yeah, the rest of this night is going to be fun. As long as Remy stays at my side.