Chapter 21
When Remy told me we needed to find something fun to get up to on the weekend, I had no idea how wild things were about to get. And I don’t mean in the sexual experiences way; I mean in the lessons learned, realizations dawned, moments of clarity kind of way.
With Seward being a tourist town, our options for temporary hookups are pretty good, so I figured we’d find someone—or a few someones—looking for a good time and go from there. I had not expected to end up in the city at a sex-positive club, with Remy being more open-minded than me.
Cody and Cara recommended the place, and Remy took it to heart. And now that we’re here, standing in the midst of a club with different sections for different desires, I can see why they might like this place. When we first walked in, we both got caught up staring at a performance on one of the stages. A guy-girl team of strippers who had captivated our attention so raptly that neither of us realized we were standing in the middle of a bunch of people fooling around together.
From there, we were given a thorough talking-to about the rules of the different sections, reminded that no means no, and if someone says no, we aren’t allowed to ask again, and we’re provided with little welcome packets of condoms and lube. We get a simple tour of the facilities, are shown the red lines we have to stand behind if we want to watch someone, and are told we are only allowed to cross them if we are invited in.
For all the kinky shit I’ve gotten up to in my life, I’ve never been to a sex club. I’m excited, but more apprehensive than I thought I would be. Not because it freaks me out, but because I’m all about the vibe, and I’m not sure a place like this will give me what I’m looking for. I find myself in situations that bring their own sexual tension, but I’ve never gone to a specific place looking for it, so this is new to me.
We end up on the main floor. While sex is allowed anywhere in the club, this floor seems to be more of a bump-and-grind, with bodies all over the place, but clothing still mostly on rave. And for the first time in my adult life, I find myself with a sexual limit. I don’t know how I feel about sex with a lot of people at once in a club. Sure, fine, if the condoms are changed often, but… are they?
“Let’s just party and see how it goes from there,” Remy shouts, his lips brushing my ear. “We don’t have to do anything, but the energy is good down here, yeah?”
I look into his blue eyes, seeing the strobe lights from the dancefloor glowing back at me. He’s grinning, and his hand is fisted in my shirt so he doesn’t lose me, and that does it for me. As long as we don’t get separated in here, I’m down for it.
“Don’t leave my fucking sight, Zahn.”
Fuck, he’s bossy. “First round’s on me.” I grab his wrist and tug him to the bar. Might as well have a good time. We had to dress up for it, so I’m not wasting these black pants and the new button-down shirt I had to buy to get in here.
Fucking dress codes.
A few hours later, we’re both pretty drunk, and we’ve basically given in to the flirtiness of the club floor and haven’t had the desire to venture much further than this. And it’s been making me harder and harder all goddamn night to watch Remy run his game. To see this blond work his charm and be a sex demon is one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. I’ve watched him do it for years, but tonight, he’s on fire, and I can’t help keeping him in my sights no matter where he goes or who he talks to. It pleases me immensely to notice him always stay within my line of sight, and to watch him look at me every time he makes a move or gets touched by someone else. It’s a game, and the vibe is perfect… because of him.
The music is pounding loud enough I can’t even think, which is best. The lights are vibing, the bodies are grinding, and every time the bass drops, I sink deeper and deeper into a level of depravity that has its focus set on Remy. He’s teasing me, looking right at me every time someone kisses his neck or touches his body, daring me to go over to him and do something about it. As tempted as I am to do just that, I want to play the game to win.
A platinum blond in a little black dress is dancing in front of me, her tight ass grinding against the bulge in the front of my pants. I’m basically dry humping her on the dance floor, watching Rem while I do it, and then someone presses up behind me. A hand snakes around my waist to grab this chick’s ass, and in the process, purposefully grazes my dick, too.
Remy’s jaw tightens, so I look behind me to see who has joined. A tall, tatted, muscled-up guy with rockstar hair looks at me, his body pressed to mine. His eyes ask permission for what he’s already done, and fuck it; I’m in. I smirk at him, pressing my body back against his. The bulge in the front of his pants presses nicely against the crack of my ass, and my grip on the chick tightens slightly.
She smirks at me, spinning us until we swap positions and she’s in the middle of our bodies. When she kisses me, I get lost in the sensation of it and the pulse of the music, but when she ducks down and the guy leans in, I lose myself to more than sensation. He kisses my neck, sucks on my skin, licks my throat, and the whole time I’m enjoying it, I just want to turn around and look at Remy. I don’t want to not see him.
The blond cuts in again, kissing the rockstar, so I take the chance to spin around and find my best friend. His eyes are locked on me, the blue of them pulsing with the beat of the strobe lights. His hands are busy with the people surrounding him, but his attention is all mine, and fuck me, I like the way it feels. With a jerk of his chin, he beckons me to him. Never been summoned like a dog before, but I drag my new friends with me, and Remy’s group welcomes all of us willingly.
Remy grins at me, sitting back on a partition wall, a woman on either side of him and one between his legs. And then hands are on me. Lips press to my skin, my head tilts back, and I get swept up in the club’s energy, realizing that it doesn’t feel forced or fake. We’re a sweaty, writhing mess of bodies that want nothing more than a lusty connection and the ability to let our sexual sides out.
I make out with four different people before Remy tugs on my shirt, bringing me between his legs with the chick who is already there. She spins to kiss me, and my hands land on her hips. Remy’s legs trap us in his net, and fuck if I’d rather be anywhere else. When she turns her attention to him, I lean forward to kiss her neck, my hair brushing Remy’s jaw. Then Remy is tugging on my shirt again and my hands slide up his thighs, and this chick is wedged between our bodies, but our mouths find each other and stay connected.
When Remy’s tongue meets mine, a guttural groan reverberates through my chest harder than the music does. The chick spins, pressing her ass to Remy’s groin, so I press my hard dick against the front of her, deepening my kiss with the blond bastard who has captured all my attention.
This is the shit I live for. People, hot and horny, being filthy with no shame about it. Swapping and sharing and not giving a fuck who does what. No jealousy. No ridicule. No hesitations or reservations about showing how into it we are.
Remy grins against my lips, running his tongue over his. “Fuck, Zahn.”
Fuck, Zahnwhat? Goddammit Remy. I look him in the eye, seeing nothing but eagerness. But what for?
I don’t get the chance to find out because we’re separated by the chick, and our attention drifts back to her. My dance partners end up in the mix, and the platinum blond grabs my hand, pulling me down so she can shout in my ear.
“Are you two a package deal?” she asks; I nod. “That’s my boyfriend.” She says of the rockstar. “You two wanna get out of here with us?” she asks me, but leans in to ask Remy the same thing.
He looks at me and I look at him, and together, we decide to go for it. Three guys and one chick. This is a new one for us.
We’re following them out of the club a little while later, but before we break free from the crowd, I pull Remy back to double-check.
“This okay?” I ask, cheek to cheek. If he says no, I will walk the fuck out of here with him and go wherever he wants.
He nods and tries to start walking again, but I grab his wrist and stop him. “Remy.”
He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, brings our bodies flush together, and presses his groin to mine. Bold motherfucker. “I want to watch you with them.”
My cock throbs and my breath catches. “Just watch?”
His lips brush my ear and his hard dick grinds against mine. “To start.”
“Fuck, Remy,” I groan, echoing his words from earlier.
He looks into my eyes, watches my mouth, and then grabs my hand and leads me after the couple waiting for us.
I’m about to get schooled in all those lessons I didn’t expect to learn so soon.
We’re in a private room of the club, the four of us naked and meshing. Remy hasn’t done much more than kiss and touch, but he’s doing it right in the very middle of all of us. This chick is sprawled out over his lap while her boyfriend goes down on her and her hand fondles my cock. Remy watches everything.
When we shift, and the boyfriend starts fucking her from behind, her mouth wraps around my shaft and my head falls back against Remy’s shoulder.
We’re swapping and switching, and everything feels seamless and intense when I find myself right next to Remy. And Remy gets bossy.
“Fuck her harder,” he orders the boyfriend. He complies. His hand jerks his cock and his body presses against mine, watching the chick suck me off.
He’s watching everything.
I watch Remy. I watch Remy. I watch Remy.
And then my stomach tightens, and my good mood shifts into something uncertain when the guy’s hand links with his girlfriend’s hand, and they inch them up Remy’s thigh. So close to his cock.
I watch Remy. I watch Remy. I watch Remy.
When he removes his hand from his dick, giving them permission to touch it, pressure builds in my throat, choking me in a way I did not expect to get choked. Their hands are so close to touching his dick, eager fingers ready to wrap around it and bring him pleasure like they’ve been doing to me all night.
I’m a hypocrite. An unfair asshole. Nervous during sex when I never have been before.
Remy’s abs tighten and his ass lifts off the seat a little, his hand landing on the side of my leg. He watches their hands get closer and closer while I have a fucking panic attack.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t do this. I don’t get territorial. I don’t get jealous. I don’t…
Their fingers open, readying to wrap around his shaft to jerk him off.
I don’t like this. I don’t want this. I…
The next thing I know, I’m distracting them and wrapping my own hand around Remy’s dick.
He groans, chest heaving, eyes snapping straight to mine, lips wet with spit. He’s reading me, analyzing me, seeing the panic in my eyes I’m trying to hide. He’s looking at me like he wants me, but also like he doesn’t recognize me.
Because yeah, I’m Zahn Dare, Mr. No Limits, the one who hates monogamy, wants variety, and has no desire to be tied to one particular person, and my hand is currently on Remy’s dick because… I got possessive.