21
NICO
M y body is wound tight and no matter how I try to force myself to sleep, my mind is a feature film of Valentina and every snapshot I’ve saved to my memory. It’s a constant reel on repeat and it’s a private showing for my eyes only.
I toss and turn and look at the clock. Twelve-twenty. Ten minutes from the last time I checked. Though it feels like that was hours ago.
I fling off my sheets and scrub my hands over my face. I can’t take it anymore. I need something to relieve the itch that grows worse with each passing day.
I step into my closet and slip into a pair of joggers and hoodie and grab my keys, heading straight for my car and the one place that can ease my craving.
“I was hoping you’d come in tonight.” Sonja slides her hand in the crook of my arm and steps in stride with me.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” My eyes wander around the club that is occupied by only a handful of people.
Not many members visit Lascivious at one in the morning on a Tuesday night. Apparently it’s reserved for perverts and addicts. And with only an hour before closing, It’s just enough time to get what I need and return home to hopefully fall into a deep sleep.
Sonja spins so that she meets me eye to eye while stepping backwards. “I have someone that I think would be really great to add to our play time. What do you say? Could you handle three of us?”
I stop and feel shivers roll up my spine with excitement. “Three? I think I can manage.”
She bites her lip and takes my hand, pulling me towards the rooms, shaking her ass with a bit more exaggeration than usual. I see her turn her gaze to a woman I haven’t seen before and Sonja gives her a nod. The woman retreats and Sonja and I step into a room.
“No windows?” I ask her, looking around the room I have yet to enjoy.
“Not tonight. I think what we have planned will be more than sufficient.”
She pulls me to the middle of the room and without blinking, yanks my joggers down like a magic trick. I’m sans underwear, so my already hardening dick springs free with eagerness and hunger.
I stumble back as Sonja pushes on my chest and I fall into a chair I didn’t realize was right behind me. She makes quick work of ripping my shoes and hoodie from me, leaving me nude and sitting in a velvet chair like a king with his subject worshipping at his feet.
Her eyes glow in the light like a she-wolf about to devour her prey. A devious smile tells me that I’m in for a mind blowing night. My body buzzes and the blood flowing through my veins rushes like hot lava.
She wastes no time wrapping her hand around my cock.
My head falls back on a moan as she slides up and down, pumping me hard and then slow.
My fingertips dig into the chair's smooth fabric when her tongue swipes at my moist head.
She licks and pumps in perfect cadence then descends fully with her lips suctioned to my dick, her nose rubbing in the short pubic hairs.
She teases, slow and deep, taking her time rising and falling. It’s a sweet torture that feeds my craving.
A soft knock raps on the door and my head pops up, my eyes wide. It creaks open slowly and the smooth pale skin of a woman can be seen through the slit. As the door pushes open further, the woman I saw back in the main room comes into view and she strides in.
My eyes eat up all of her delicious curves and lines.
She’s thin with a petite frame and I imagine tossing her around like my own personal doll.
She bites her lip as she walks closer, forcing me to zero in on her and lose sight of who is behind her.
When she kneels next to Sonja and begins licking up my thigh, I catch a glimpse of the person she’s brought to our party.
“Woah. Wait.” I push Sonja off my lap with a pop, and jump from my seat. “This is…I…I can’t do this.”
My eyes jitter nervously from Sonja to the woman standing beside her, to the man she has brought along.
“What’s wrong?” Sonja purrs, running her nails up and down my chest and abs. “Haven’t you ever been with another man?”
My head shakes rapidly and I swallow down my heart that has become lodged in my throat. “No. And I’m not about to.”
The man walks closer and I tense, covering my dick having suddenly grown modest. Both women begin gliding their hands all over my hot flesh and the man steps up behind the chair, resting his large hands on my shoulders. I freeze and slam my eyes shut, fear running rampant through me.
I don’t know if I’m fearful of being with a man, or fearful of what he might do and me liking it.
My sexual desires have never included men in any way.
The thought has never crossed my mind. I’ve watched other men from the safety of one way windows, but the urge to be a part of it wasn’t something that appealed to me.
Everyone’s sexual deviance is their own and I’ve never judged anyone for it.
But I’ve held my desires strictly in one column.
“Nico. Just relax. Let us take care of you and I promise,” Sonja pops up on her toes and presses her lips on the shell of my ear. “You’ll be begging for more.”
My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths and my heart feels like it’s going to leap from my chest and nosedive into darkness.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” a deep voice says from just over my shoulder.
“And you don’t have to do anything. I’ll handle it all.
Everything,” he whispers. “I’ll ease all of your worries.
” His warm breath dances across my rigid back.
“And I’ll make you feel things that you never have before.
Only a man truly knows what a man wants.
” His tongue flicks my earlobe and with that, I let it all go.
He gently nudges me back into the chair, and smooths his hands over my shoulders and down, down, down.
Sonja begins licking the mushroom head of my dick again, and the other woman steps out of view.
I watch Sonja wrap her hair in her fist and pull it over one shoulder.
My eyes eat up the way her tongue flattens to swipe the head.
I’m entranced and don’t flinch when a hand grips my dick.
Not Sonja’s hand, not the other woman’s.
His .
He moves in time with Sonja and together, the two of them work me over. My muscles unwind and I feel the tension drain from the top of my head to my toes. Bliss washes over me, but I don’t dare think about what it means.
A deep moan echoes in the room but it isn’t mine.
“ Fuck ,” he groans. “You can deep throat like no other, Candy.”
Slurping sounds, wet and dirty, are in stereo. Below and behind me, it’s a soundtrack of perversion.
“Stop,” I pant. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.” All movement halts as my words ring clear and the understanding hits them all at once.
We all move like a carefully choreographed dance and settle on the bed, Sonja on her back and me between her legs. She spreads them wide as Candy –as I’ve learned her name is– climbs up next to her, crouching over to take her puckered nipple in her mouth.
I exhale when I feel him come up behind me. I don’t know his name and I don’t plan to ask. It’s like finally putting a face to a name, it’ll make it too real and I just can’t deal with the fallout of that.
He unrolls a condom and grips the base of my shaft. “Just relax and enjoy,” he whispers, and rolls the condom down until it’s snug.
I take Sonja under her knees and tug her to the edge of the bed. Candy scrambles to attach herself once more and I fist my cock, guiding it into her warm and wet pussy. She cries out and I finally feel in my element.
I thrust, in and out, paying no mind to the large hands caressing my body.
I don’t think about how goosebumps ripple over my drenched flesh when he licks my neck and kisses it.
I pretend that my eyes don’t roll when he reaches between my legs and takes my sack in his hand.
And I don’t moan when he massages my nuts, tugging with the gentleness they need.
Candy rises from Sonja’s breast and takes her nipple with her, stretching it and letting it slap when she releases.
She crawls and kneels over Sonja, spreading her legs open to hover just above her mouth.
I continue to slam into her when Candy slowly lowers and Sonja clamps onto her swollen clit, sucking and biting.
With my balls still being massaged, I feel myself grow closer to exploding. I dig my fingertips into Sonja’s thighs and pump harder, my breaths turning heavy and labored. My sack hangs free when he releases it.
“Ready?” I hear the gravely timber sending shivers down my back.
I nod, not really sure what I’m agreeing to but drowning in the ecstasy that I know is coming. His finger runs down every notch of my spine, gliding between my ass cheeks and pausing at my puckered hole.
I clench my jaw and focus on how good Sonja’s pussy feels squeezing my dick and how she eats Candy like a buffet, and not the finger that slides inside of my tight asshole.
It pushes gently at first, just breaching my opening slowly and cautiously.
I feel his knuckle when he’s all the way in.
The intrusion is heavy but not unwelcome.
His hand searches and finds my throat, binding it with his firm grip. I feel the first spurt of cum just as Candy grips her tits and begins to cry out.
“Oh fuck.” The breath is stolen from my lungs when a second finger is pushed throughmy opening.
I let my head fall back when he begins pumping in and out and I fire off, pouring cum into Sonja’s greedy pussy.
Mouths gasp for air like sprinters at the end of their race, and bodies drip with sweat and sin. Guilt swirls in my belly. Or is it regret? In the moment the pleasure was everything I needed, but in the light I feel sick at the reality of what I’ve done. What I enjoyed.
“Stop. Just say thank you and return the favor.” I look over my shoulder and see his satiated eyes assessing me. He slides his hand along the shaft of my softening dick, wiping it clean of our combined release and licks it clean, closing his eyes and sighing. “So good.”
Yeah. That’s the problem .