Chapter Twenty-Five
ISOBEL
Boston
Adrian leaned back, his eyes serious while he stared at me, his thumb slowly stroking my cheek while they waited for my answer.
“Yeah, I think I am.”
“It’s all about enacting a scene,” Hutch mused a few moments later. “Part of being an effective submissive or an effective dominant is learning how to immerse yourself in the role. I once heard a creator refer to it as Fuck Larping. And he was a fuckin’ genius. It is like live-action role play, but sometimes you’re naked. And the props are made for a different kind of pillaging .”
Adrian laughed at his brother’s dramatic delivery, but his humor helped take the edge off my nerves. I’d never done anything like this—talking openly about sex with men, much less the kind of sex Frances engaged in with Dominic and her clients in this book. It was intimidating to think people in real life had those kinds of experiences. People who actively brought their fantasies to life.
Of course, I’d talked about scenes with my authors, but that was all another type of fantasy with people that weren’t real. As much as they could move people emotionally, and sometimes in a more carnal manner, the book boyfriends that came out of my author’s heads weren’t real .
“Which brings me back to this book and your questions. While it is written in a very emotional and tension-filled way, your writers pretty much nailed the kink part. Fanny makes people’s fantasies a reality, and to a certain extent, that’s what most people strive for in their lifestyle. Expressing and embracing what people really want. Making the fantasies other people only daydream about a reality.”
“But doesn’t that complicate their real lives?” Living in a fantasy world all the time wasn’t practical. “You can’t live in your fantasies.”
“Says who?” Hutch asked, turning toward me.
Warm breath fanned across my shoulder, and I shuddered when Adrian’s warm voice was in my ear. “Being with you is my fantasy.”
Fire raced through my veins at his low declaration, and I let out a tiny moan, unable to control my reaction to him. Hutch watched my face as his brother kissed the side of my neck, curiosity in his gaze. It almost felt like Adrian was marking me, but I wasn’t opposed to him making his claim on me known in front of his brother. Again. He hadn’t exactly been subtle at the baseball game either.
“I can see the gears turning in there, Bel,” Hutch murmured. “Anything else you want to ask me?”
“Don’t you ever feel ashamed of the things you want? Aren’t you afraid people will judge you if they find out what you do?”
“You shouldn’t feel ashamed talking about your desires, Bel, because it’s okay to want things. And no, I gave up feeling ashamed about my choices. Life is too short not to go after what you want. Fuck what other people think.” He looked past me, lifting an eyebrow at his brother, before he grinned and moved his gaze back to me. “If you want two guys, go for it. Let me know if you want help and I’ll make it happen.”
“Alright. That’s enough,” Adrian growled. “I think we’ve got all the help we need from you tonight. ”
“Oh, come on. I was teasing. I’m not interested in your girl, Ad,” he laughed. “I know I’m not the brother Isobel’s in love with.”
“He’s… we… it’s not.” My eyes darted between the two of them. While I was on my way to being in love with Adrian, I wasn’t ready to tell him that.
“You two can keep pretending that this is casual, but I’ve seen how you look at each other. You make my brother happy and I’m not about to get into the middle of that.”
Adrian rose from the couch, stepping over my legs to stand in front of his brother. “Enough talking, Hutch.”
“Someone seems a little possessive,” Hutch teased while he took Adrian’s hand to help pull himself up from the couch. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“What?” Adrian frowned as he stepped back, gesturing toward the door to the apartment.
“Now you know what your girlfriend fantasizes about.”
“Shut up,” Adrian laughed, shaking his head.
“You two kids have fun,” Hutch teased as he pulled his jacket on. “Do every fuckin’ thing I would do.”
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes,” I giggled, watching Adrian rushing his brother out of his apartment.
“Love you, bro,” Adrian called before he pushed him out the door. “But get the fuck out of my apartment.”
Hutch’s boisterous laugh sounded from the other side of the door as Adrian crossed the living room in a few steps, stopping directly in front of me.
“Sorry about him. My brother is an idiot. If his flirting made you uncomfortable…”
“It didn’t. I think it was more to get a reaction out of you than an attraction to me.” Hutch had been a little suggestive, but he was still respectful of my relationship with Adrian.
“Doubt that. You’re a beautiful woman, so don’t sell yourself short. I know he’d be all over you if you showed an interest.”
“I’m only interested in one man,” I cooed, hooking my fingers into his belt .
“That’s fucking right. I’ll be the only one fulfilling any fantasies you’ve got.” The growly, possessive quality of his voice should have worried me, but it made me feel wanted.
“Oh really? Even that last one?”
“Are you doubting my ability to give you what you need?” Adrian almost looked intimidating, looming in front of me, but I knew he’d do whatever I wanted. Lucky for him, he was all I wanted.
“No. But last I checked; you didn’t have two penises.” My fingers trailed down the front seam of his pants, the one penis he was hiding in there already thickening behind the material.
“But I’m guessing you’ve got something in your bag of tricks in my bedroom that could stand in for another one,” he murmured, bringing his thumb to my bottom lip and pressing it inside my mouth.
“Are you saying you want to… with one of my…?” I panted, squirming against the leather cushion beneath me.
“Do I want to fuck you with a vibrator? Is that even a question?” he laughed, pressing his other hand into my hair and using it to tilt my head back.
“But aren’t most men intimidated by toys?” I asked, panting as his fingers pulled the strands, my neck arching as his thumb left my mouth and his hand wrapped around the front of my throat.
“What gave you the impression that I’m one of those men?” he asked, releasing me, and leaning down to throw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down,” I laughed, secretly enjoying that he was being this possessive. He was setting me down at the foot of his bed moments later, spinning me to face away from him.
“I’m never going to let another man touch you, but I’m down for acting out the kinky fantasies in that beautiful brain of yours.”
“ Fuck me ,” I exhaled, enjoying the way he ground his hips into mine .
“Nope, I’m not gonna fuck you yet. You wanted me to watch you with another cock tonight, remember?”
He left me standing at the end of the bed, reaching beside the nightstand to pick something up and placing my small black duffel bag onto the mattress beside me. He unzipped it and pulled the sides open, nodding to it.
“Get out your vibrator.”
“But…” I hesitated, glancing between the open bag and his eyes.
“Now, Isobel.”
There was something about the commanding tone in his voice that was turning me on. I reached inside the bag, pulling out a black velvet pouch. I loosened the drawstring and handed it to him.
Adrian carefully parted the opening, reaching inside to pull out the toy.
“Holy shit. What is this thing? You didn’t tell me you were hiding Thor’s hammer in that bag.”
The toy was long, thick and black, with a loop in the handle, that Adrian was now comically using to swing the vibrator from side to side on his finger.
“Did you want me to get out something else?” I asked, reaching over to halt his motions.
“You tell me, Is,” he murmured, his hand closing around mine, and pulling the toy up between us. “Is this the other cock you want me to watch you fuck?”
Holy shit.
One nod and he gently pulled the toy from my hand, gripping it in his and turning it with an appraising look on his face.
“You might want to grab some lube to take on this beast, unless you’re already as excited as I think you are.”
I was nervous at the prospect of him watching me with my vibrator, but his willingness to fulfill my fantasies figuratively opened the floodgates.
I grabbed the lube anyway.