Chapter 12
YOU WERE BORN FOR THIS
SEBASTIAN
Cam is taking my cock like a champion. And you wouldn’t know, from the way he’s sucking on Dante’s cock, that this is his first time giving a blow job.
As soon as I’d finished the initial performance with Sabrina on the bed in the main room, Imogen had pulled me in here.
I don’t partake in the festivities at club nights unless it’s with the employees as a rule.
Not since Imogen’s first night, and that had been an exceptional circumstance.
I will now be making an exception for Cam, however, if he chooses to attend the nights more often.
We’ve not played together since the foursome in Imogen’s apartment, but I’ve been looking forward to exploring his boundaries further.
When Imogen had mentioned that Cam wanted to play tonight, I was more than happy to oblige them both. Adding Dante to the mix had been unexpected, but seeing how Cam is sucking on his cock has me eager to have his lips around mine sometime soon.
With each thrust, Cam pushes back, taking me deeper, an almost primal groan emanating from him each time.
Imogen had told me they’ve been experimenting together, and it’s clear that he enjoys being fucked like this.
It’s always interesting when people come to discover new sides of themselves after years of believing they are straight.
I’ve known that I like to fuck both men and women since I was in my late teens, but not everyone is given the opportunities to explore when they are young.
On the bed beside Dante, Imogen is grinding her pussy into Annika’s eager mouth, bending forward to give Annika the same level of attention as she lies beneath her.
Continuing to thrust into Cam’s tight arsehole, I reach over to smack Imogen’s arse, and she jerks before moaning into Annika’s pussy.
In front of me, Cam groans again, the sound muffled by Dante’s cock in his mouth.
“You’re taking my cock so well, Cameron. It’s like you were born for this,” I say with a smirk.
Dante moans a moment later, tapping Cam’s head as a warning that he’s about to come.
The blond paramedic had said he wasn’t comfortable with another man coming in his mouth, at least not for the first time giving a blow job, and he jerks his head back before wrapping his hand around Dante’s cock and jerking him off.
Seconds later, a stream of cum hits Dante’s abdomen, and he moans, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the pillows behind him.
“Miss Delphine? Your mouth is required,” I say, reaching to pull Cam upwards so that his back is flush against my chest.
Imogen moves off Annika to position herself on her hands and knees on the bed to suck his cock into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Cam groans, his head hanging down as I snap my hips forward, his hand weaving into his girlfriend’s hair to hold her head still.
Dante tugs Annika towards him, sliding down the bed as she moves to straddle his face.
I know it won’t be long before he brings her to orgasm and moves off to find another willing partner. Or partners. He seldom stays long with one group at these nights, preferring to spread the love around.
Before me, Cam’s body shudders, and he lets out another groan as he comes. I thrust one more time and then ease out of him, and Imogen straightens, wiping her lips with a grin.
“Beautifully done, baby,” she says, rubbing Cam’s back as he leans into her.
“Thanks,” he says, his words muffled against her throat.
I discard the condom, contemplating how to continue as I roll on a new one. Despite the number of people in the room, I’m the one controlling the pleasure of each one of them.
“Miss Delphine, on your stomach, please. I’d like to fuck that pussy while we wait for Cameron to regain his strength.”
She moves quickly to follow my instructions, and I straddle her thighs briefly to lift her hips before thrusting deep inside her.
She moans, and I lean forward to grab both of her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back. Holding her wrists together with one hand, I drive my hips forward.
“Fuck, yes. More please, sir,” she whimpers, and I use my other hand to slap her arse, causing her body to jolt.
“Do you like the way I’m fucking you hard into this mattress, Miss Delphine?” I ask, noticing as Cam lifts his head to watch us. “Cameron certainly seems to approve, don’t you, dirty boy?”
Cam raises an eyebrow, but I simply smirk and continue to fuck his girlfriend, hard.
Beside us, Dante finally brings Annika to orgasm, and her cries echo through the room. Dante slides out from between her thighs and smacks her arse.
“Pleasure as always,” he says, saluting the room before turning towards the door, stopping short when he notices the blonde woman in a red mask standing there.
She whirls away, blonde curls whipping her face, and we exchange a confused look before Dante shrugs and saunters out the door.
Distracted, I absently direct Annika to suck Cam off to get him ready to fuck his girlfriend, all the while trying to work out who the woman was.
I know every person who walks through the front door of this club, but I can’t place who she was. I’d barely been able to get a look at her before she disappeared, so it’s possible that she is one of the clients. We certainly would have noticed if a stranger showed up uninvited.
Getting back to the task at hand, I continue to control the scene, eventually finding my own release while buried deep inside Annika’s pussy as she bends to suck on Imogen’s breast while Cam fucks her, missionary style, sucking on the her other breast.
But a little voice in the back of my mind tells me there was more to the woman’s presence than meets the eye.
Cam and Imogen leave not long after we’ve finished, choosing not to take part in the orgy raging outside the door. I follow a naked Annika back out to the main room after pulling my suit pants back on, leaving my dress shirt open as I run a hand through my hair.
Annika surveys the crowd, zeroing in on a couple that are giving her the eye.
I take up my usual position in front of the bar, taking the glass of whiskey from our regular bartender, Leo.
Scanning the faces of everyone in the room, I don’t see the red-masked woman anywhere.
If Dante hadn’t also noticed her, I’d be wondering if I’d imagined her.
Perhaps she’s joined one of the other groups in the private rooms?
Or maybe the mansion is actually haunted, like Annika often jokes.
Although I doubt very much the moans she hears are coming from a curly-haired blonde ghost.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the door leading to the service elevator is slightly ajar.
Raising an eyebrow, I place my glass back on the bar and move towards the door.
Pushing it open, I find the room empty. The number 3 glows on the screen above the control panel, and I stare at it for a moment.
A thought tickles the back of my mind, but there’s no way it could be right.
Because I’m certain that Lily would never venture down here…
But the mystery blonde woman suddenly seems awfully familiar.