19. Hendrix
19
HENDRIX
I t was Saturday, and Holden, Conrad and I were sitting anxiously in the audience of CSAL’s Performing Arts Theatre. I glanced over at Holden and Conrad, both shifting awkwardly in their seats as if they weren’t sure how to sit through a college musical without looking out of place. We’d joked earlier about attending our girlfriend’s play—emphasis on our —but now the gravity of the moment was starting to settle in. The theater buzzed with anticipation, a collective hum of voices that quieted only when the house lights dimmed. From the first low notes of the orchestra, the Kit Kat Club came to life, a vivid, sultry world unfolding on stage. A single spotlight illuminated the Master of Ceremonies, who strutted forward with a sly grin, his voice dripping with invitation.
“Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!” he crooned, and the curtains parted to reveal the Kit Kat girls—and there she was.
Moon stepped into the light, her silhouette sharp against the dim, smoky backdrop. The deep purple satin of her corset gleamed, her black fishnet stockings clinging to her long, toned legs. Her dark curls framed her face, accentuating her heather-gray eyes rimmed in bold silver liner. She looked both otherworldly and unmistakably herself, a stunning contradiction of elegance and untamed heat that commanded every ounce of my attention.
The Master of Ceremonies wove between the girls, their voices harmonizing with his melody. Moon lingered on the stage left, her hips swaying in deliberate time with the music as her gaze swept the audience. When her eyes caught the light, it felt as if she were daring everyone watching to keep up with her.
I gripped the armrest of my seat, too aware of the tightening in my chest—and lower. Her every motion was deliberate: the way she bent at the waist, arching her back just enough to send her dark curls tumbling over one shoulder, or the way she tilted her chin up, catching the spotlight on her cheekbone. She leaned into a chair, one leg hooked lazily over the backrest, as her lips curved into a seductive smile. My throat went dry.
“Jesus,” Conrad muttered beside me, low enough that only I could hear. Holden, on my other side, didn’t say a word, but I caught him shift in his seat. None of us had been prepared for this—for her on stage.
The first act passed in a blur of light, sound, and movement. Moon was in nearly every number, her presence threading through the Kit Kat Club’s hedonistic chaos. But it wasn’t until the second act that she truly took command of the stage.
The Master of Ceremonies strutted forward, flanked by two Kit Kat girls, Moon on his left. The set was decadent and low-lit, a velvet-covered chaise positioned at center stage. Moon perched on the arm of the chaise, her legs crossed elegantly, the shimmering fringe of her bodysuit catching the light with every subtle movement. Burgundy fabric clung to her curves, plunging low enough to make my fingers twitch with the urge to adjust my collar.
The music struck up, bold and cheeky, and the trio launched into “Two Ladies.” The scene was playful, suggestive, and just shy of scandalous, the kind of number that danced on the line between bawdy humor and outright seduction. Moon leaned into the Master of Ceremonies, her laughter rippling through the theater as her hands toyed with the lapels of his jacket. Her gaze was sharp, mischievous, and entirely too knowing.
As the song built, so did the choreography. Moon slid from the chaise, her movements fluid and precise, dropping into a deep squat, thighs open in her bodysuit and sheer stockings, that sent my pulse racing. She arched her back as she rose, her fingers trailing deliberately down her thighs before snapping her head back to meet the audience’s gaze. My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Goddamn, she’s sexy,” Holden huffed, his voice strained. He didn’t look at me, and I didn’t bother hiding the grin tugging at my lips.
The routine grew more provocative with each verse. Moon joined the other girl in sandwiching the Master of Ceremonies, the two of them moving in synchronized, sensual sways that left little to the imagination. When the song reached its climax, the three collapsed onto the chaise in a dramatic tangle, Moon’s arm draped over his shoulders as her other hand rested teasingly above his knee. The audience erupted into applause.
Moon stood and disappeared into the wings, her figure swallowed by the shadows, and I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
As the play approached the final scene, I excused myself for a quick trip to the restroom. I headed toward the back of the theatre, scanning the dimly lit space for the exit, when something—or someone—caught my eye.
At the edge of the VIP section stood a man I hadn’t noticed before. His suit, sharp and perfectly tailored, screamed luxury, but it was the way he carried himself that gave me pause. His posture was too rigid, his gaze too calculating. He wasn’t just watching the play; he was assessing something—or someone.
I ducked back into the shadows, my pulse quickening as I watched him slip through a staff-only door. Whoever he was, he didn’t seem to belong here.
I moved quickly back to my seat, leaning in close to Holden. “I just saw someone,” I whispered, my voice urgent. “In the VIP section. He left through the staff entrance.”
Holden’s eyes narrowed, his body tensing. “You sure he wasn’t just a patron?”
“Not a chance,” I said. “He looked…wrong. Like he was here for something else. It was dark, but I think he looked like the mystery man we saw with our parents.”
Conrad leaned in, his brow furrowed. “What’s the move?”
I hesitated, glancing back toward the stage. The final curtain was moments away. “We wait until the play’s over. Then we follow him.”
Holden nodded, his jaw set. “Fine. But we stay for Moon’s curtain call. No way we’re missing that.”
Conrad sighed but didn’t argue. As the final notes of the orchestra swelled, the three of us settled back into our seats, our focus split between the woman on stage and the shadowy figure waiting somewhere in the dark.
The low hum of chatter echoed through the hallway as Moon stepped out of the dressing rooms, her curls tumbling loosely over her shoulders and her stage makeup still flawlessly intact. Her lips parted in a smile the moment she saw us, a flicker of shyness softening her usual confidence.
“I loved your bouquet,” she said, her voice warm as she approached. “Y’all didn’t have to do that. It’s stunning though—and the note was so sweet.”
The bouquet had been carefully chosen—velvety purple irises, clusters of lavender, deep blue delphiniums, and hydrangeas dusted in soft, silvery blue hues. All tied together with a midnight-blue ribbon to reflect our girl’s favorite color palette. Conrad had written the note, though we’d all signed it, and it struck just the right balance between playful and heartfelt: To our favorite Moon, break a leg. Love, Holden, Hendrix, and Conrad.
I stepped forward, grinning as I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “We’re glad you didn’t actually break a leg out there. Your legs are too sexy to mess up.”
“True,” Conrad added, slipping in to kiss her other cheek. “Would’ve been a tragedy.”
Holden hesitated for a beat before brushing his lips against her temple. “You were…mesmerizing.”
“Alright,” Moon said, laughing softly as she waved a hand between us. “You’re all being weirdly charming tonight. What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” I said lightly, though the weight of the evening hadn’t quite settled. “We just wanted to make sure you knew how amazing you were out there.”
Her smile softened, and she slid her arms around my waist in a hug that left me warmer than before. Conrad followed, and Holden lingered just a second longer before stepping into the circle, our shared affection tangling together in a way that felt oddly natural despite the public setting.
When we pulled back, Moon tilted her head, her expression sharpening. “Okay, now that you’ve flattered me, what’s on your minds? I can see you guys are antsy.”
“There was a guy,” I said, exchanging a glance with Holden. “In the VIP section during the play.”
Moon’s brows furrowed. “And?”
I continued describing him. “Tall, lean build. Salt-and-pepper hair. He had this…air about him. Ruthless, like he wasn’t just watching the play—he was watching something. Or someone. He slipped out near the end. Looked like he knew exactly where he was going.”
Moon blinked, her lips pressing together in thought. “And you think he might be… the guy?”
“Could be,” I said. “We’re not sure, but we wanted to see if we could find him.”
Her eyes flicked toward the dimly lit hallways behind her, and she smirked. “You want a tour of the private halls? Just say the word.”
“Lead the way,” Conrad said, grinning.
Moon guided us through the backstage labyrinth with practiced ease, her heels clicking softly against the tile as she gestured to various dressing rooms and storage spaces. The air was cooler here, quieter, the faint hum of distant conversation echoing through the hallways.
“This is the only door that leads out to the back alley,” Moon said, pausing near an unmarked exit. “If he went anywhere, it would’ve been here.”
We lingered for a moment, peering into dim corners and shadowed alcoves, but there was no sign of the man. After another ten minutes of searching, Moon sighed, brushing a curl from her face. “I think he’s long gone.”
“Guess that’s our answer,” I said, though the knot in my stomach didn’t loosen. “We’ll call it a night on the mystery front.”
Moon’s expression brightened as she turned back to us. “Good. Let’s go out. You’re not done celebrating me yet.”
Holden chuckled, his tension easing just enough to let a smile slip through. “Any place in mind?”
“There’s that rooftop bar on King,” Conrad suggested. “Good cocktails, great view, and twinkle lights.”
Moon smirked, her eyes sparkling. “And three sexy as fuck men as my dates? I must be the luckiest girl in Charleston.”
Her laughter spilled into the night, light and unguarded, the kind that made me want to keep her talking, just to hear it again.
We hadn’t made it more than a block on foot when Conrad froze. “Hold up,” he said, his voice sharp.
Across the street, a shadow moved—quick, deliberate, discrete. A man slipped from the alley, his stride purposeful as he crossed under the flickering glow of a streetlamp.
“It’s him,” I whispered, the recognition striking.
Moon didn’t hesitate, her gaze narrowing. “Well? What are we waiting for?”
We moved as one, crossing the street at a brisk pace, our footsteps muffled against the cobblestones. The man didn’t look back, his movements precise as he turned into another alley. We followed at a careful distance, the quiet tension between us palpable with unsaid thoughts: What do we do if he notices us? Do we feign ignorance, pretend we just happened to be here, wandering the same dark streets? Or do we meet his gaze head-on and force the confrontation even though we have no clue who we’d be threatening?
The alley opened into a narrow stairwell leading down into one of Charleston’s historic brick underground tunnels. The man disappeared into the shadows below without so much as a glance over his shoulder.
“Tell me this isn’t a terrible idea,” Conrad muttered, but he was already descending the steps.
“It’s a terrible idea,” Holden agreed, his voice tight. “But we’re doing it anyway.”
The air grew cooler as we descended, the faint smell of moss and old stone rising to meet us. The tunnel stretched ahead, its bricks glistening faintly in the dim light of scattered bulbs. We moved carefully, our footsteps echoing lightly against the uneven ground. We followed silently, single file, from a distance while the man walked what felt like four or five blocks, making a right turn when the tunnel came to a brick end.
Ahead, the man walked another block and pushed through a heavy wooden door. The sound of distant bass thumped into the tunnel before the door swung shut.
When we reached the door, my hand hesitated on the handle. I turned to the others, their faces pale in the faint light.
“This is it,” I said, my voice low. “We’re going in.”
I pushed the door open, and we stepped into the lion’s den.
As soon as we pushed through the door, the four of us huddled together, instinctively drawing close in the dimly lit space. The air was warmer here, heavy with the mingling scents of expensive perfume, leather, and something sweetly smoky. I glanced at Holden, and recognition passed between us like a jolt.
“The coat closet,” he whispered, his voice tight. “We’re back at The Silver Vine .”
My stomach twisted, but there wasn’t time to process it. Conrad and Moon were already stepping through the velvet curtain, their curiosity pulling them toward the source of the music and laughter spilling into the room. I exchanged one last look with Holden, and we followed.
It felt like stepping into a drug-induced dream, or maybe a temptation you weren’t supposed to follow but couldn’t resist. We were going down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. As we stepped through the door, and the shift in atmosphere hit me immediately. The main room was a theatre in and of itself—a space alive with heat, movement, and an undercurrent of raw desire.
Just as I remembered from before, the room was sprawling but intimate, broken into smaller sections by heavy, billowing curtains and low partitions that framed plush seating areas. The lighting was low, the glow of golden sconces and flickering candles casting everything in rich, warm shadows. The air was warm, perfumed with a mix of heady scents—something floral, something musky, something faintly sweet. My senses came alive, drinking in the flicker of movement, the soft rustle of fabric, the quiet hum of conversation punctuated by the occasional soft moan or breathless laugh.
Dancers moved fluidly through the space, their nude bodies adorned with glimmering accents—chains, jewels, delicate silk ribbons that caught the light. Their movements were deliberate, hypnotic, every step calculated to draw the eye and hold it. Their skin glistened faintly under the silver paint, muscles shifting with an elegance that seemed effortless.
Passion and desire weren’t hidden here—they were on full, unapologetic display. A couple reclined on a low couch, their hands exploring one another without restraint, their lips meeting in languid, open kisses that left nothing to the imagination. Across the room, a woman knelt before her partner, her hands resting lightly on his thighs as she gazed up at him, her expression filled with heat and adoration.
Conrad stiffened in place, his gaze darting around the room. Moon, on the other hand, moved forward, her chin tilting up as she took in the scene with the same sharp curiosity she brought to every stage she commanded. Her gaze lingered on a low platform where a dancer, nude except for a sheen of silver body paint, twirled seductively inside a gilded cage. Around her, a group lounged on settees, their postures relaxed but charged, hands exploring bare skin with a casualness that sent a shiver through me.
“This place…” Conrad trailed off, his voice low and uncertain. “It’s wild.”
Moon tilted her head, her lips curving into a slow, amused smile. “It’s…primal, uninhibited, decadent,” she said finally, her voice tinged with awe. “I can’t stop looking everywhere.”
We moved deeper into the club, the scenes around us growing bolder. In one corner, a couple reclined on a chaise fully nude, the woman straddling his face while another woman knelt between them, sucking his dick. At a nearby table, a man took a sip of champagne while a woman straddled his lap; then, he leaned over and licked between her bare breasts as she leaned back in pleasure.
Holden groaned beside me, his voice pitched low enough for only us to hear. “You think he’s meeting our parents here? Because if I catch another eyeful of that…”
I winced. “Hard pass.”
I found a round booth tucked near the edge of the room, its plush upholstery dark and inviting. “Let’s sit,” I said, gesturing for the others to join me. We slid into the booth, the dim light casting our faces in soft shadows as we huddled together. A server appeared almost immediately, his sleek uniform tailored and unassuming as he took our drink orders—bourbon for me and Holden, a white Russian for Moon, and a whiskey sour for Conrad.
As we waited and watched, my gaze drifted across the room—and froze.
My dad. Blanton.
He sat at a table near the far end of the room, his posture relaxed but alert, his hand casually resting on the back of a chair beside him. He wasn’t alone; a group of sharply dressed men and women surrounded him, their laughter punctuating the low murmur of conversation. There was no sign of Fanny, but my stomach tightened anyway.
“Shit.” I leaned closer to the others to alert them. “My dad’s here.”
Moon straightened, her gray eyes narrowing. “Where?”
I gestured subtly, and her gaze followed mine. “Across the room,” I said. “Far end, next to the guy in the gray suit.”
Holden stiffened beside me, his hand curling into a loose fist. “Is it him?” he asked, his voice low.
I followed his gaze, searching the faces around Blanton’s table. The salt-and-pepper hair, the sharp angles of his face—it was him. The man we’d followed here. My pulse quickened.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s him.”
For a moment, we sat in tense silence, the weight of Blanton’s presence pressing down on us. Conrad was the first to speak. “What do we do? Confront him?”
“Not here,” I said quickly. “Not in this place.”
Moon tilted her head, considering. “But you want him to know you saw him, right? So he can’t pretend he wasn’t here?”
Holden nodded sharply. “Exactly. And I want to see if my mom is with him—or if they’re with someone else…”
“We go as a group,” I said, my voice firm. “No splitting up.”
Moon raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Protective, are we?”
Conrad cleared his throat, leaning casually against the edge of the booth. “Are you sure you want Blanton and Fanny seeing us all…together? You know, with me and Moon? Maybe just one of you wants to take her over there.”
Holden scoffed, his green eyes flashing. “Fuck it. We’re in a sex club. Nobody here gives a fuck if there are three guys and a girl walking around together.”
Conrad hesitated, but Holden didn’t stop. “We all go,” he said, his tone final. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it as a group.”
Moon’s smile widened, a flicker of mischief in her expression as she pushed off the edge of the booth. “Guess that settles it. Lead the way, boys.”
We rose from the booth as one, moving through the room with a purpose that felt both intentional and improvisational. The space around Blanton’s table seemed to shimmer with tension as we approached, the golden light catching on polished surfaces and glittering jewelry.
I kept my gaze steady, refusing to look away as we passed him. Blanton’s eyes flicked up, his expression unreadable, but the faint tightening of his jaw told me he’d seen us. His gaze lingered on me before shifting to Holden, then to Moon and Conrad.
We didn’t stop, didn’t speak, but the message was clear.
We know you’re here.
When we reached the far side of the room, Moon let out a slow breath, her shoulders relaxing just slightly. “Well,” she said, her voice light but laced with tension. “That was…something.”
“Something we’ll deal with later,” I said, my jaw still tight. “Not here.”
Holden nodded, his gaze still fixed on Blanton’s table. “But we will deal with it.”
We were in deeper now than we’d ever intended to go—and there was no turning back.
The others followed my lead as I took us down one of the long hallways meant for watching. It was darker here, the lighting softer, more focused. Through the arches and open curtains, scenes unfolded: couples and threesomes, their movements brazen and completely unashamed.
“This is a tour,” I said over my shoulder, my voice low but edged with banter. “Because Holden likes to watch.”
Holden rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. His steps were steady behind me, even as his gaze flicked toward one of the open rooms, his jaw tightening just slightly.
I wasn’t oblivious to the tension thrumming through the group. The adventure of the whole night had left all of us wired, but this—this was something else entirely.
We slowed as we passed one window, where three men were tangled in a stunning display of raw heat. One man was bent forward, gripping the edge of the bed as another drove into him from behind, his hands gripping the other’s hips tightly. The man being fucked groaned around the cock in his mouth, his lips stretched as the third man gripped his hair, thrusting into his mouth with measured, relentless intensity. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each sound and motion feeding the electric pulse in the air.
Conrad walked just behind me, leaned close to Moon, his hand brushing against her hip as they moved together. His voice was low, almost teasing, but thick with something else. “Watching all this,” he gestured, “does it get you hot?”
“How could it not?” she murmured. “All that pleasure on display…it makes you wonder what it feels like to be on the other side of the glass.”
Moon’s lips quirked into a knowing smile, her eyes sliding to the obvious strain in his pants. “I don’t need to ask you, Conrad. It’s written all over you.”
When I glanced back, I caught the faint shift of her hand, toying with the hard line of his bulge. His lips quirked, but he didn’t stop her, his eyes fixed on her like he was already planning what would happen next.
I swallowed hard, the heat in my stomach twisting lower as I adjusted my own stride. My body was already reacting, and I knew I wasn’t the only one.
“This way,” I said, leading them toward the hall with the private rooms. We weren’t in a place to be on display tonight. This was something new, and I wasn’t about to put us in front of an audience.
The private hall was quieter, the sound of the main room muffled. The soft glow of wall sconces lit the space, and I stopped in front of a door without a satin bow tie on the knob, pushing it open to reveal a room that felt just as seductive as the rest of the club.
A humongous bed sat high, its dark sheets lush and inviting, surrounded by soft lighting and a mirrored wall that made the space feel even larger. A plush chaise was tucked against the side, along with a small table stocked with essentials—cuffs, silk ties, ropes, lube.
“Let’s get comfortable,” I said, leaning casually against the doorframe as they filed in.
Holden moved to the chaise, his steps slower now, his gaze scanning the room. He sat down, his arms resting on the armrests, his posture calm but coiled, like he was observing every detail.
Conrad and Moon entered together, her laughter soft as Conrad murmured something in her ear. He grinned, his hand catching her wrist as she moved toward the bed.
“I’m thinking we tie you up,” Conrad said, his tone light but full of heat. “Really test your patience tonight.”
Moon’s eyes sparkled with sass as she turned to face him. “You’re assuming I have any patience to begin with.”
I chuckled, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind me. “You wouldn’t need that much. Conrad doesn’t know how to pace himself.”
Conrad shot me a look, but his grin didn’t fade. Instead, his hand reached out, catching my shoulder and pulling me closer. His body pressed against mine, his hand skimming my chest before slipping lower to squeeze.
“Jealous?” Conrad asked, his voice low and teasing, his breath warm against my ear.
“Of you?” I shot back, leaning into him just enough to feel the heat between us. “Not a chance.”
His grin widened, and his other hand caught the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our foreheads almost touched. The tension was playful, but there was heat there too, the kind that made my pulse stutter for half a second before shifting to look for Moon.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Moon slipping toward the chaise where Holden sat. She moved quietly, like she didn’t want to pull attention, her hand brushing his knee as she leaned in close to talk to him. Holden didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away—he just tilted his head toward her, their words too quiet to catch.
It wasn’t long, just a moment, but the way Holden’s shoulders relaxed, the way Moon’s hand lingered lightly on his leg before she stood, said more than anything spoken would have.
I let it settle, watching as she turned and walked back toward us, her gaze locking with mine.
“Moon,” I said, my voice low but steady.
Her smile was small, knowing, as she closed the distance between us. I caught her waist when she reached the bed, pulling her close, my hands settling firmly on her hips.
“Ready to play nice?” I asked, my voice soft but charged.
The corner of her mouth lifted as her eyes flicked between me and Conrad. “Depends. Can you two behave?”
“Not a chance,” Conrad said, his voice rough, the heat in his gaze unmistakable as it lingered on her. “But you wouldn’t want us to.”
Conrad’s hand lingered on Moon’s waist, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles along the curve of her hip. The air in the room felt thick, buzzing with an unspoken tension that had been simmering between all of us for too long. She turned slightly, her curls spilling over one shoulder, catching the light like burnished bronze. The silver rings on her fingers glinted faintly as her hand grazed his chest, her touch light but full of intent.
I leaned back against the edge of the bed, my grin tugging wider. “You gonna undress her, or are you just planning on drawing circles all night?”
Conrad shot me a look, but he didn’t rush. His hands slipped lower, catching the hem of her black leggings. “You’re eager.” His tone was edged with amusement. “Maybe you’ll learn to wait your turn.”
“Not likely,” I fired back, shrugging off my shirt and tossing it aside. My dick was already hard, jutting out as I stripped off my pants, the cool air making the heat of my skin more pronounced. Moon’s eyes flicked to me briefly, her lips curving into a knowing smile, but her attention snapped back to Conrad as he tugged her leggings down her legs, inch by inch.
Her body was stunning, all soft curves and subtle muscle, her skin glowing against the sheer lace of her black bra and matching panties. She stepped out of the leggings gracefully, as she reached for Conrad’s belt.
Conrad’s hands moved deftly, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her breasts were full, her nipples peaked against the cool air, and he brushed his thumb over one slowly, watching her reaction. Moon leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly as her hands worked his belt open, tugging it free before she slid his pants down.
“Let’s see it,” I said, stepping closer. My grin widened as I gestured toward Conrad. “Get that pierced beast out already.”
Conrad snorted softly but obliged, pushing his boxers down to reveal himself. His cock was thick, curved slightly, the gleam of the silver barbell catching the low light. He shifted slightly, standing taller as Moon’s eyes flicked down, her smile growing as her fingers brushed lightly over the piercing.
Behind us, Holden drew in a sharp breath. It wasn’t loud, but it caught all of our attention. I turned, watching as he leaned back in the chaise, his green eyes dark and wide as they moved between Conrad and me. His chest rose and fell slowly, his shirt gone, his hand on his fly.
“Surprised?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t know our quiet nature boy has a thick pierced cock?”
Holden didn’t answer right away, his jaw tightening slightly. Finally, he exhaled, his voice low. “Why would I have known that?”
Moon turned then, her gaze locking onto his, and I could see the shift in her demeanor—a subtle pull of control as she stepped away from Conrad and reached for me. Her hand slid up my chest, her nails dragging lightly over my skin, before she caught my erection in her hand, stroking me slowly as her other hand reached for Conrad.
“Come here.” Her voice was warm but commanding. Conrad stepped closer, and her hand found him too, her fingers curling around the thick length of him, her thumb brushing deliberately over the piercing on his tip.
She didn’t look at either of us. Her gaze stayed locked on Holden, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile as she worked both of us over. Her movements were slow at first, delicate, her fingers gliding over the slick heat of our skin, but there was a purpose in the way she moved, a deliberate show meant just as much for him as it was for us.
Holden’s hand moved to his bulge, undoing the button and pushing his fly down enough to free himself. His cock was already hard, flushed as he gripped himself, his strokes slow but steady. His green eyes stayed locked on Moon, his expression tight but filled with heat as he watched her hands move over me and Conrad.
“You like watching,” I said, my voice low and edged with heat. “But how long are you planning to sit on the sidelines?”
“As long as I want,” Holden shot back, his voice steadier than I expected. His gaze didn’t waver, his hand stroking himself in measured rhythm, his breath hitching faintly as Moon’s movements quickened.
I hadn’t really thought about it before—I had been with Moon and Conrad, and I had been with Moon and Holden. But Holden and Conrad, childhood best friends, had never done anything like this together before. I wondered if they’d be cool with it.
Conrad groaned softly, his hips shifting slightly as Moon’s grip tightened on him, her fingers teasing over the barbell. “He can watch,” Conrad breathed, his voice rough, edged with pleasure. His gaze flicked to Holden, unreadable but charged. “But I wonder how long he’ll last before he stops pretending that’s enough.”
Moon laughed softly, her gaze still locked on Holden as she leaned in slightly, her breath warm against my chest. “He’ll join us soon enough,” she said, her tone full of promise. Her hand pumped me faster now, her other hand dragging down Conrad’s length in perfect rhythm.
The air in the room felt impossibly heavy, every sound amplified—the soft, slick slide of skin, the low hum of breathless anticipation, the quiet but unmistakable charge of everything we were building toward. And none of us were holding back.
Holden crossed the room, the tension in his movements unmissable. His body was lean but strong, his green eyes dark with something deeper now. Moon sat on the edge of the bed, her curls spilling over her bare shoulders, her legs parted just enough to invite him closer. She reached for him, her hands curling around his neck as she pulled him down, her rings cool against his skin.
The kiss started slow, but the heat between them built quickly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against her as her hands moved to his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle. His hands found her thighs, squeezing as he leaned further into her, his body taut with need.
Conrad and I moved instinctively, climbing onto the bed on either side of her. My hand brushed Conrad’s briefly as we settled in, but he didn’t seem to notice. His attention was locked on Moon, as he leaned in to press his lips to her breast.
I mirrored him, taking the other, my tongue flicking over her nipple as she moaned softly against Holden’s lips. Her back arched slightly, pressing herself into us, and I let my teeth graze the sensitive peak just enough to make her shiver.
“God,” she breathed, her voice soft but thick with want. Her hand slid up to tangle in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp as I sucked harder, her hips shifting against Holden’s.
He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his lips swollen from the kiss. For a second, he looked like he wasn’t sure where to go next, but Moon didn’t give him a chance to hesitate. She leaned back onto the bed, her curls fanning out around her, her legs parting further as she tilted her hips toward him.
“Come here,” she murmured, her voice low and inviting.
Holden dropped to his knees between her thighs, his hands sliding up the smooth length of her legs until his thumbs brushed the soft skin on either side of her core. He leaned down, his breath warm against her as he kissed her inner thigh, moving slowly closer.
I shifted to her side, leaning down to kiss her neck, my teeth grazing the curve of her jaw as my hand trailed down to her breast. Conrad mirrored me, his lips pressing to her collarbone as his hand skimmed over her stomach.
Holden’s tongue flicked out to trace the edges of her pussy, teasing the sensitive folds before delving deeper, like he was savoring every bit of her. Moon gasped, her body squirming against his touch, but he didn’t rush. He pressed her thighs apart, keeping her open for him, his tongue dragging from her entrance to her clit and back again, teasing her with feather-light strokes.
I leaned back against the headboard, watching as his tongue worked her, slow and unrelenting, his lips brushing over her swollen folds like he was tasting something he’d been craving for days. Fuck, I remembered exactly what that tongue could do—how he’d licked and sucked me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Watching him now, seeing how focused he was on her, I felt my cock throb with fresh heat.
Moon let out a soft cry as Holden shifted, circling her clit with his fingers while his tongue plunged inside her, stroking her in deep, rhythmic motions. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her thighs trembled, her body already arching off the bed. “Oh my god, Holden.” A choked moan fell from her lips. “Don’t stop.”
“Goddamn,” Conrad exclaimed beside me, his gaze flicking between Moon and Holden. “Does he always go this hard?”
I smirked, my hand brushing over Moon’s knee as I kept watching. “Uh yeah…that tongue is dangerous.”
Conrad’s eyes widened slightly, his brow furrowing as he turned to me. “Wait. You two…?”
Before I could answer, Moon let out a sharp cry as Holden pulled his tongue out of her and sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers still circling her with maddening precision. Her whole body jerked, her hands clutching the sheets as she screamed his name, the sound raw and desperate.
“You want a hand, Holden?” I asked, my voice light but laced with arousal as I shifted closer to Moon.
He didn’t even look up, his focus completely on her. Instead, he slid two fingers into her, the wet sound of him plunging inside her making me leak as I stroked myself slowly. He sucked on her clit harder, his fingers thrusting in time with the strokes of his tongue, and Moon’s cries turned into breathless moans.
“I think I’m—I think he’s going to make me—” Moon’s words broke off into a gasp, her body trembling violently beneath him. Her hands flew to her face, her voice high and shaking. “Oh my god. I think it’s going to happen again.”
Conrad and I exchanged a glance, both of us clearly unsure what she meant, but Holden seemed to know. He doubled down, his tongue working her clit in fast, relentless flicks while his fingers curled inside her, pressing against something that made her gasp even louder. Her thighs shook as her hips bucked wildly against his face, and then it happened.
A sharp cry tore from her throat, her body jerking hard as a rush of liquid spilled from her, soaking Holden’s hand. He didn’t stop, his tongue still lapping at her clit as her release overwhelmed her, every muscle in her body tightening as her orgasm crashed over her.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, my voice thick with disbelief and awe as I watched her soak him, her body convulsing with raw, uncontrollable pleasure.
Conrad’s jaw dropped slightly, his gaze locked on Moon, who was still trembling, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Jesus,” he said softly, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen that before.”
Holden finally pulled back, his face glistening as he looked up at her with a satisfied grin. “Anything’s possible if you know what you’re doing,” he said, his voice low and rough.
Moon let out a shaky laugh. “Holden, I’m not done yet,” she moaned, her voice breathy, her hands curling into the sheets. “I want you inside me.”
Holden stood up, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he guided himself forward. The head of his cock, flushed and glistening, pressed against her pussy, the slick heat of her making him groan softly. She gasped, her hips tilting up to meet him, her thighs trembling as he pushed in slowly, the thick crown of him stretching her inch by inch.
“Fuck,” Holden groaned, his jaw tightening as he eased deeper. Her body took him perfectly, and he stilled for a moment, his cock buried inside her, his breath coming fast and uneven.
Moon moaned beneath Holden, her hands gripping the sheets as she arched up into him. “Come on, Heathcliff,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Fuck me hard.”
Holden’s jaw tightened, and I watched as he pulled back slowly, dragging it out, the slick glide of his cock working a measured rhythm. He left just the tip inside her, teasing her, before slamming back in hard enough to make her cry out. Moon’s hands shot out blindly, her nails digging into Conrad’s arm where he knelt beside her, his calm presence steadying her even as his free hand cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple.
Conrad murmured something to her, too soft for me to catch, but my focus stayed on Holden. The way his shoulders flexed with every thrust, the sheen of sweat forming along the sharp planes of his back—it was hypnotic. Watching him like this, so lost in her, sent a jolt straight to my cock.
“Fuck this. I’m leaking all over myself just watching,” I said, as I pushed off the bed and made my way behind Holden. My grin widened as I raised a hand and slapped his ass, the sharp crack making him jerk. “
“What the fuck, bro,” Holden shot out with surprise. His thrusts faltered slightly, his green eyes flicking up to meet mine. I smirked, stepping behind him, and before he could say anything, I nestled my cock, slick and heavy, against his ass.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Keep going. I’m just joining the party.”
His face was flushed, his breaths uneven, but the way he shuddered told me he wasn’t exactly complaining.
“Relax,” I said, grinning as I grabbed his hips, my cock already slick with pre-cum as I pressed it between his cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to fuck you. Just gonna grind a little—let you feel me.”
He hesitated for a split second before driving into Moon again, harder this time, the sound of her cry sending another jolt of heat through me. I thrust against him, my cock sliding between his cheeks, the friction making him groan. “Fuuuck,” he let out, his voice breaking as I rocked my hips, pushing him deeper into her with every movement.
“That’s it.” I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Feel that? I grind into you, you thrust into her.”
Holden let out a low curse, his rhythm faltering as I rubbed myself against him again, pushing him harder into Moon. Her cries grew louder, her hips meeting his thrusts as she arched into him. “Oh my god,” she gasped, her voice high and desperate. “Yes—just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”
I couldn’t help but grin, the heat and tension between us making my pulse race. “Look at her,” I said, my hands tightening on Holden’s hips as I drove forward again, my cock pressing against him. “She’s falling apart for you. And you’re fucking loving it.”
Holden groaned, his head tipping back as his thrusts grew faster, more erratic. “I can’t—” he started, his voice tight, but I cut him off with another roll of my hips, the weight of my cock pushing him deeper into her.
“You want more, baby girl?” Conrad asked as he shifted at the foot of the bed, his broad shoulders flexing as he leaned in. His tongue flicked out, catching Moon’s clit in a lazy, wet lick. Her entire body jerked in response, her moan breaking into something breathless and raw.
Holden froze for a moment, his green eyes snapping to Conrad, wide and full of something that wasn’t quite panic but wasn’t far from it.
“Conrad,” he started, his voice catching.
Conrad ignored him completely, his mouth pressing more firmly against Moon, his tongue circling her clit as if nothing else in the room mattered. She bucked against him, her body writhing as Holden started to move again, his thrusts sharper now, more desperate. I watched it all, my cock throbbing as I took in the way Holden’s body tightened with each stroke, the way Moon’s thighs trembled around him, her hips grinding up into his.
For a split second, I let my gaze drift lower, where Conrad’s tongue moved so close to where Holden’s cock was sliding in and out of her. The wet sounds of it, the way their bodies moved together, was enough to make my pulse stutter. Conrad could shift just a little, his mouth could slide lower, and his tongue would be teasing over Holden too. The image burned into my mind, raw and vivid, but I knew it wasn’t time for that. Holden wasn’t ready.
Instead, I focused on Moon, the way her head tilted back, her curls spilling over the pillows, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. Holden groaned, his movements faltering slightly as her walls tightened around him. His green eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back as his grip on her hips tightened.
“Fuck, Moon,” Holden ground out, his voice raw and desperate as his thrusts faltered. “You feel so fucking good—I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna bust.”
His hips jerked forward, burying himself deep inside her as his body tensed. I watched his cock pulse, the thick head still buried just inside Moon’s folds. A guttural moan tore from his throat, as he spilled inside her, hot and thick. Her legs trembled against his hips, her breath catching as he stilled, shuddering through his climax. Moon gasped, her body arching into him as her nails clawed at the sheets, but her cries still carried an edge of need. She wasn’t finished yet. He pulled out slowly, and a slick pool of his cum followed, spilling out of her and glistening against her flushed skin. Conrad groaned softly at the sight.
The sight of his cum spilling from her made my cock throb, but when he leaned back, his cheeks flushed as he avoided looking at either of us. His gaze dropped to Conrad, who was on his knees at the edge of the bed, his face slick from where he’d been devouring her clit. “Don’t worry,” I teased, slapping Holden lightly on the ass. “There are three of us to pleasure her.”
I stepped back reluctantly, pulling my cock from between Holden’s cheeks. The slick friction and heat of his ass had been driving me insane, but I let him go, and he now went to lie on Moon’s side as Conrad had before. Holden muttered something under his breath, his face still red as he shifted to the side.
Conrad stood, brushing the back of his hand across his glistening lips with a smirk. “Time for a trade,” Conrad said, his voice low as he moved to take Holden’s place. “She’s dripping with you, man.”
“Fuck, Moon, you’re so good and wet after Holden,” Conrad said as he positioned himself between her legs. His cock was hard and ready as he pressed forward, the barbell glistening through his tip as he pushed into her with one smooth thrust. His girth stretched her again, and I caught the way her body arched beneath him, her moan spilling into the air as he filled her completely. Holden’s cum slicked the way, and Conrad’s hips rolled, driving deeper as he let out a low groan.
I got up on the bed and knelt beside Moon, my hand brushing over her cheek as I leaned down. “Think you can handle more?” I asked, my voice low but edged with heat.
Her lips curved into a small, eager smile, her breathless “Yes” barely more than a whisper. That was all the invitation I needed.
I rose to my knees, moving to angle myself at the side of her head as I guided my cock to her mouth. Her lips parted eagerly, and the warmth of her tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me as she took me in. I groaned softly, my hand tangling in her curls as I guided her, her mouth working me with a fervor that made my pulse hammer.
Conrad’s rhythm grew steady, his thrusts deep and deliberate as his hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for him. Moon’s moans vibrated against my cock, her sounds muffled but filled with raw need as she took both of us. Her body writhed beneath us, her hips grinding against Conrad as he drove into her.
Holden moved to Moon’s side, his hand sliding between her legs to find her clit again. He pressed against the swollen bud, his movements slow but firm, drawing another sharp cry from her that reverberated through my body. I glanced down, catching the way his fingers moved, the focus in his expression as he watched her come undone again.
Conrad’s hips snapped forward, his cock disappearing into her, wet and slick with both their releases. Moon’s body arched sharply, her moans growing louder as the sensations overwhelmed her.
“Your mouth is nirvana,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over her cheek as I pushed deeper into her mouth. She sucked me harder, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, the heat in her gaze sending another surge of pleasure through me.
Conrad’s groans deepened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release, his hands tightening on her hips. Holden’s fingers worked her clit in perfect rhythm, his eyes finding mine briefly before returning to Moon, the shared heat between all of us pulling tighter, more intense.
Conrad’s pace became frenzied, his thrusts sharp and deep as his hands tightened on Moon’s thighs. The muscles in his back flexed with each snap of his hips, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room. Moon’s moans were high and breathless, her body trembling as she writhed beneath him.
Conrad’s groans turned guttural, his head tilting back as his rhythm faltered. But then, on a particularly sharp thrust, his cock slipped free as he pulled back, slick and glistening, as his hips bucked forward. His tip pushed up into Holden’s hand, the contact startling both of them.
“Shit.” Conrad froze for half a second, his eyes looking up at Holden’s. Holden’s hand stilled, his green eyes wide with a mix of shock and something unreadable as his thumb rested against Conrad for a fraction of a second before pulling back.
Neither of them moved at first, the moment stretched and heavy, until Conrad broke the tension with a low groan. He pushed back down, sliding into Moon again with a single hard thrust, burying himself deep as his head fell forward.
“Fuck,” he ground out, his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave faint marks. His entire body tensed, the muscles in his neck straining as he came with a massive, shuddering release. Moon’s body arched beneath him, her cries echoing through the room as his cock pulsed inside her, spilling ropes deep inside her.
Her moaning sent a jolt through me, her lips still wrapped around my cock as her cries vibrated against my skin. My hand tangled in her curls, my breath shuddered as the heat spiraled tighter, sharp and overwhelming.
“Moon,” I groaned, my hips pressing forward as her tongue pressed firmly against me. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling under Conrad’s weight as her hips rolled instinctively. That was all it took. The tension coiled low in my stomach snapped, and I came hard, my cum spilling into her mouth in hot, pulsing bursts.
She didn’t falter, her lips and tongue working me through every pulse, her gaze flicking up to meet mine as her hands gripped my thighs. The sight of her like that, so eager and perfect, left me trembling, my breath caught in my throat.
The room fell quiet except for the sound of our ragged breathing, the heat between us still thick and lingering. Holden’s hand slid back to Moon’s thigh, his fingers brushing over her skin gently as he leaned forward slightly, his face flushed and his expression unreadable.
“Jesus, that was a sin, a prayer, and a fucking revelation all at once.” Conrad let out, finally leaning back slightly as his hands loosened their grip on Moon. His cock glistened, still thick and flushed as he pulled out slowly, his release pooling out of her.
Moon’s body trembled, her head resting against the pillows. Her lips curved into a wide, satisfied smile, and I couldn’t help but grin back, the heat still simmering low in my stomach, the sight of her wrecked and radiant arousing me all over again.
Holden was still beside Moon, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. I caught the flicker of tension in his face, his green eyes darting between us, and then to Moon, sprawled out beneath Conrad, her skin flushed and glowing. His gaze lingered on the slick mess where Conrad had been inside her, and I could see the way his jaw tightened, his restraint fraying at the edges.