Chapter 12
Sophia
Friday comes too soon for my liking. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been looking forward to attending the club since Humphrey invited me and Dean last weekend at the charity gala. All week long it’s been stressful being around Dean and not having him touch me. Or kiss me. When we were at the club the first time, I dry humped him. Something neither of us has mentioned or talked about all week.
I’m not the type of girl who sleeps around. Yet, there’s something about Dean I crave and I don’t know if he feels the same. All week long he’s been a perfect gentleman.
Cooking for me. Making sure I have everything I need. Taking care of me.
This fucking ruse is burning my brain. After Bishop is dead, I will never see Dean again, and that breaks my heart just a little.
I have a mission to accomplish, we both do, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to turn the page and forget I met him.
Life, you little bitch.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to enjoy the moment as much as I can enjoy something that will end. We’ve laughed while watching movies every night, and during the day I read from his extensive library filled with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Edgar Allan Poe, Sherlock Holmes, Emily Dickinson, and Jane Austen, while he worked in his office down the hall.
To say I’m finally excited for the club tonight is an understatement.
“Ready?” Dean asks, holding out his hand. He’s particularly handsome tonight in a black on black suit. His hair is perfection, and he looks better than I’ve ever seen him look before. There’s something about him tonight. Confidence. Whatever it is, it makes him sexy beyond comparison.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting to know him.
Maybe it’s because of where we’re going tonight.
I want his hands all over me, but I can’t look needy. I can’t let him know I want him as much as I do.
And believe me, I want him with every fiber of my being.
Dean opens the door to the car, and I slide into the back seat with him. Leo drives us to the club downtown, and it’s the same thing as last time. No crowd lining the streets when we pull up. No fancy cue line with a bouncer like most clubs. Just a single blue door in a plain building.
Dean knocks on the door, and the same man answers. But this time he doesn’t ask for our invites. No, this time he smiles and lets us in with a wave of his hand.
We walk down the same dark hallway and my pulse races once we’ve reached the great room at the end. Dean holds his hand at the small of my back and I take a deep breath as we mingle with other guests.
Humphrey is entertaining a group of men and women on the other end of the room, and I nod at Dean, meaning we should make our way over to them.
“Let’s say hello to the host.”
Humphrey smiles when he sees us. “Sophia, Dean, how are you?” He’s already visibly drunk and wears a goofy smile. “We’re going upstairs to the hot tub. You two should join us.”
Dean smiles. “Maybe a little later. We need a drink first.”
We head in the bar's direction, and Dean orders me a drink and then himself.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, knowing my need to take things slowly.
“Can we do the same as last time?”
Dean moves in closer. “As tempting as that offer is, we should probably mix it up a bit.” He nearly growls as he nips the bottom of my earlobe.
It turns me on, and I peep out an ‘ok.’
We leave the bar, heading down a hallway where we meet a greeter.
“Swingers down the hall. People who like to watch, this way,” the greeter, with a military-style crew cut, says. He’s packed with muscles and is all business.
“That’s us,” Dean says as he places his hand at the small of my back.
He leads me down the corridor, passing the man who gave the directions.
“What do you think will happen?” I’m nervous and there’s a slight shake to my voice.
Dean stops, turning to face me. “Listen, we will not do anything that makes you uncomfortable or that you don’t want to do.”
I blow out a breath of relief. “Oh, ok.”
He continues leading me into a larger room than the room at the entrance. There’re beds hidden by long, flowing drapes that hang from the walls. The room is dim, just a small red glow lighting up the vast space.
A man greets us at the entrance. “What’s your pleasure?”
Dean smiles. “First, we’d like to just watch. Maybe I’ll touch my wife.”
“And maybe he can watch others touch me.” I want to appear brave. I meant it when I said I would do anything to catch Bishop.
Dean’s eyes widen, but he tampers down his knee-jerk reaction and acts like my request is normal.
“Watching couches are over there.” The man points to a few red sofas that surround the beds.
We sit, and Dean places an arm on the back of the couch, and I snuggle in closer to him.
The curtains to one bed opens, and an attractive couple lies on the sheets. They’re slightly older than Dean and I. Dean is most likely thirty, I should probably ask, and this couple is probably late thirties, early forties.
By the way they interact, I can tell they’ve never met before now. There’s another man and woman on the couch watching them, and I’m guessing they are partners of the people on display.
The man on the bed kisses the blonde woman, tentative at first, and then he gets more into it the longer they kiss. My heartbeat speeds up watching them kiss. It reminds me of the kiss Dean and I shared.
Sensual.
New.
Exciting.
His hands roam her body, unbuttoning her dress. He lets her dress fall down onto the bed, and he moves to where he’s sitting against the headboard.
The woman, her blonde hair falling down to her waist, looks over her shoulder at the other man on the couch, who has to be her husband.
He nods, letting her know he’s ok with her taking things further with the man on the bed. I can’t turn away as the woman slips off her black lace bra and panties.
Dean scoots closer to me, kissing my neck, and I nearly forgot he was here. I’d been so wrapped up in the couple on the bed, I lost myself.
I cough a little, clearing my throat.
“It’s ok to be turned on watching them,” he says in my ear, sending chills racing down my spine.
“I don’t really know what I am.” But that’s a lie, because my core is tightening and I’m wet between my legs.
“Just keep watching. If it gets to be too much, just let me know and we’ll leave.”
I nod. It’s not too much. Kind of like watching a live porno, even though I’ve never seen a porno before.
Dean lands his hand on my knee, just at the hem of my dress. He moves his fingers in tiny circles, and I focus on his warm hand for a moment.
“Watch them, Sophia. Don’t blow our cover.” Dean blows softly in my ear and my eyes snap back to the couple on the bed.
“Yes, sir,” I say for a little flair.
Dean growls beside me. “Oh, I love that.”
I giggle a little and watch the couple on the bed. The man has unbuttoned his white dress shirt and undone his black pants.
The blonde woman plays with her breasts, squeezing each nipple as the man watches in rapt fascination. He licks his lips, glancing at the woman on the couch who must be his wife. The two on the couch have grown closer together, and his hand is on her knee, just like Dean’s is on mine.
I realize in this moment what Dean and I are doing is what a couple who haven’t been intimate would do. I don’t want our cover blown, so I grab Dean’s hand. “We need to act like we’ve already done everything there is,” I whisper to him. I move his hand further up the inside of my thigh.
Dean scoots closer, turning his body just a bit to get his hand well positioned up my dress.
I part my legs, sucking in a deep breath.
Dean licks his lips.
The man on the bed beckons the woman closer, and she crawls over him, kissing his chest.
He smacks her ass, and she lets out a loud yelp as he squeezes her ass.
“Dean, I’m so turned on.”
“Just keep watching,” he groans out as his fingers brush against the lace of my panties.
I divert my eyes back to the couple on the bed, no longer caring about how slowly their counterparts are moving on the couch across from us.
I watch the woman on the bed, being desired by another man other than her husband. I watch as she sucks in a deep breath and continues to kiss the man with passion. She’s completely caught up in the moment between the two of them, no longer caring about the watching eyes around her.
She moans into his mouth, and he moves her to sit on his lap. He grunts a little as her center brushes against his hardness.
My heart slams around my ribcage, and I try to catch my breath. Dean teases me, sliding my panties to the side and running his fingers through my wetness. I rock my body forward, wanting his fingers inside me.
“Sophia, you’re so hot.” Dean’s full attention’s on me, not the couple, and that turns me on even more.
He plays with me as I watch the couple on the bed grind against each other.
The man brings his dick out and strokes it in his hand. The woman licks her lips, peeking over her shoulder once more at her husband on the couch. The man on the couch nods, and says, “Fuck him, Fiona.” And then, he kisses the woman on the couch.
My eyes shoot back to the couple on the bed, waiting, wanting to see the moment his dick enters her. How she reacts. How turned on it makes the man.
How turned on it will make me.
Dean’s finger enters me, and I moan. For a second, the man on the bed turns to face me, his eyes connecting with mine. The corner of his lips lift into a smile. He returns his attention to the woman before him, who rolls a condom down his hard shaft.
My body wants an orgasm in the worst of ways. Dean’s attention never wavers as he kisses along my neck, his fingers working my clit. He pushes two fingers inside me and I call out his name.
The man on the bed enters the woman, and she moans at the same time I do. I grip Dean’s leg as he continues to finger fuck me under my dress.
The man on the bed rocks up into the blonde, and she continues to play with her breasts as he fucks her.
His eyes keep connecting with mine, like watching me is turning him on as much as me watching them. Who knew I’d ever be into something like this?
I never thought this would be something for me, but watching the couple on the bed, watching the man watch me getting finger fucked by Dean while I watch him fuck someone who he’s never met before turns me on.
I think it’s because I’m here with Dean. I feel safe with him. Like no one can hurt me.
I close my eyes as Dean hits so far inside me I can’t handle it. I moan, saying his name again and again. I turn to face him, kissing him, sharing this very non-intimate moment with just him, making my orgasm something between just us.
My pleasure builds as he kisses me like he’s never been more turned on than he is right now. I reach into his lap, wanting to feel the ridge of his dick beneath his zipper. It’s hard. It’s huge. And he rocks up into my hand.
“Sophia, I need you to not touch me.”
I remove my hand, staring into his eyes.
He pushes deeper inside me with both fingers. “Because if you touch me right now, I won’t be able to control myself, and I’ll end up kicking that couple off the bed and using it for ourselves.”
I come to the sound of his voice. To the message of his words. To the genuine look of pure want in his hard steely eyes. I moan through my orgasm, my body pulsing and vibrating all at the same time.
I’m shaking when he removes his fingers. He brings them to his lips and sucks on them one at a time.
“You taste so fucking good.”
My eyes widen. “Dean, that was…” the words escape me.