Chapter 3
Ethan
My phone feels heavy in my hand as I stare down at it, the Euphoria home page open on the screen.
The tempting little devil’s card sits on my desk in front of me, but I can’t bring myself to open the direct messages to take the plunge.
It’s been one week since I paid my full membership to the club, and I don’t even know if I’m going to go back.
The front door slams shut, and my heart races as I exit the app and slide the card into the top drawer just as my son enters my office.
“You alright?” Dylan asks as he drops into the chair across from me. “You look a little flushed.”
“Fine,” I grunt, placing my phone face down on my desk.
He eyes my phone, then brings his gaze up to meet mine, a disgusted look on his face. “Fuck, Dad. You weren’t just watching porn, were you?”
“No,” I say a little too quickly, although he’s not too far off. “What are you doing here?”
His brow lifts. “I need an excuse to come say hello to my dad now?”
I release a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “No, of course not. It’s good to see you. I’m just surprised you drove three hours without calling to check if I was home first.”
He shrugs. “I knew you had a Sunday game this weekend, so I thought I’d come down to support.”
“Coming to spy on the opposition, huh?” I ask with a grin. “Convenient you chose to visit your dear old dad when we’re playing BHU in two weeks.”
Dylan smirks. “We’re going to wipe the field with you.”
I huff a laugh. “You can try, mate. You can try.”
“Whatever,” he grins.
God I miss our banter.
Deciding to rip the Band-Aid off sooner rather than later, I ask, “How’s your mum?”
Dylan’s face morphs into a scowl. “Do you really want to know?”
Do I?
When I remain silent, he shakes his head. “They’re sickening. I wish she hadn’t felt the need to move closer to me. I mean, Henrique is closer in age to me than he is to her.” He shudders.
I’ll admit I was disappointed when Dylan applied to Blue Haven University rather than play football under me at Beckford U, but I understand him wanting to forge his own path.
After we split, Vanessa moved three hours away to the beachside town.
It’s good for me; I don’t have to worry about bumping into them at the grocery store.
Our son’s obvious disdain for the age gap between his mum and her new boyfriend stirs something in my gut. I wonder what he’d think if he knew what I was contemplating doing with someone around his age.
I clear my throat. “So, you’re staying for the weekend?”
He nods. “I’m going out with some of the boys from high school later. I’ll be late, so don’t wait up.”
“Where are you going?” I aim for casual, but my rapid pulse echoes in my ears as I wait for his response.
“Starting at Carter’s, then see where the night takes us.”
“Mmm,” I hum, wondering if he’s even aware of the exclusive sex club.
As far as I know, it’s invite only, not to mention expensive to join—but Dylan’s grandparent’s left him a tidy inheritance, and after he turned twenty-one, he didn’t need to come to me or his mother for money. “Anywhere in particular?”
“Maybe hit up some campus parties if there’s anything good.”
“Nice.”
He glances down at his phone when it buzzes. “Theo’s here,” he says as he climbs to his feet. “See you in the morning.”
“Tell my players not to drink too much or they’ll be benched for the first half on Sunday.”
His response is a wave of his hand as he exits my office. A few moments later, the front door slams shut, and I’m left alone in this big empty house.
I give it at least ten minutes to make sure he doesn’t return, before flipping my phone over and sliding my top drawer open. Pulling out the card, I run my fingers over the gold embossing.
Not going to lie, I’ve jerked off a few times this week to the memory of what she did in that room last week. She looked so at ease fucking herself with a dildo despite knowing people were watching, and I still can’t shake the feeling she knew I was standing there watching her.
I liked watching her.
I got hard watching her.
I had some of my most intense releases this week from the memory of watching her.
While part of me recognises how creepy that is, the other part knows she likes being watched—she gets off on it.
My fingers hover over the message icon on the app. What do I even say? Hey, I enjoyed watching you last week. I’d like to watch you again?
I glance at my hard cock, surprised by how excited he is at the mere thought of watching.
Is that my kink? Am I a voyeur? I admit, I looked up the different kinks after visiting the club last week.
Andy’s comment about everyone having a kink has been running through my head since he spoke the words.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy sex as much as the next hot-blooded guy, but something about watching her bring herself to climax has me straining uncomfortably against my pants.
For a moment, I consider exiting the app and doing what my son accused me of earlier but for some reason, watching porn doesn’t appeal to me as much.
It’s too fake, too scripted. The way she touched herself, her breasts heaving as her back arched into it, was mesmerising. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I need more.
More of her.
Before I can overthink it, I bring up a new message, typing in her username.
@watch_me_watch_you: Hey.
My stomach twists as I stare down at the screen.
The message next to my profile picture of me in my mask is pathetic, and I wish I could remove it and come up with something better.
Not that I need to worry. It’s Friday night.
I’m sure she’s out with her friends… or at the club.
It makes me insanely jealous to think of the men who could be watching her right now.
I toss my phone onto the table in disgust, just as it vibrates, then stare at the place where it landed face down. Surely, it’s not her. It’s probably Dylan.
It vibrates again, and I snatch it up.
@daring_devil: Well, hello there.
@daring_devil: I was wondering when I’d hear from you.
Fuck. What do I say to that?
I’m so bad at this.
I run my hand over my jaw, staring at her message and trying to decipher it. She said when not if, so she was hoping I’d contact her.
@watch_me_watch_you: I had to work up the nerve.
@daring_devil: It’s okay. I’ll guide you through this.
Oh, fuck. What the hell have I got myself into?
@watch_me_watch_you: What exactly is this?
@daring_devil: Whatever you want it to be.
@daring_devil: Why don’t you start by telling me what you enjoyed most about the club?
@watch_me_watch_you: What makes you think I enjoyed anything?
@daring_devil: You bought a membership, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking right now.
She’s got me there.
@daring_devil: So, what got you over the line?
I hesitate, then type.
@watch_me_watch_you: What if I say you did?
@daring_devil: I’d ask when you plan on coming back to the club.
Fuck. No one can know I’m a member. I doubt the university would appreciate a member of the faculty frequenting a sex club. Not that Andy seems to care.
@watch_me_watch_you: I can only go on the masked nights.
@daring_devil: Shy?
@watch_me_watch_you: Something like that.
@daring_devil: I can help bring you out of your shell. Would you like that?
Yes, please. I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable.
@watch_me_watch_you: How do you plan on doing that?
@daring_devil: Where are you right now?
@watch_me_watch_you: In my home office. You?
@daring_devil: My bedroom.
Holy shit. My dick twitches at the thought of her sprawled out on her bed with her legs spread wide as she plays with that pretty glistening pussy.
@daring_devil: Do you want to play?
Hell, yes.
@watch_me_watch_you: What do you have in mind?
@daring_devil: You like to watch?
@watch_me_watch_you: I like to watch you, tempting little devil.
@daring_devil: Right answer.
@daring_devil: Would you like to watch me right now?
@watch_me_watch_you: More than you know.
@daring_devil: Do you have your mask handy?
I almost fall out of my chair in my haste to retrieve it from the filing cabinet I had tossed it in when I got home last week. My heart thuds against my rib cage as I fit it to my face. Am I really considering doing this with a woman around the same age as Dylan?
Throwing caution to the wind, I pick up my phone and type out my message.
@watch_me_watch_you: Got it.
@daring_devil is requesting a video call.
My hands tremble as I accept the call. When it connects, my mouth goes dry as I drink in the sight of her flaming-red hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, her devil mask covering her fresh face.
Neither of us say a word as I lower my gaze to the press of her piercings against her top’s fabric.
Her chest rises and falls in a way that tells me she’s as excited about this as I am.
My cock throbs as my eyes wash over the little black shorts brushing against her toned upper thighs, and I imagine them squeezing around my head as I devour her like a man starved.
I groan in appreciation, propping my phone against a pen holder.
“Do you like what you see?” she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice. She must have some kind of stand for her phone, because one of her hands is resting on her stomach while the other teases her nipples over her clothes.
“You know I do,” I growl, reaching down to adjust my aching cock over the confines of my jeans.
“You look uncomfortable,” she coos with an adorable pout that has me wanting to stuff myself between those full lips. “You should take those off.”
I don’t need to be told twice. After whipping my t-shirt over my head, I shuck my jeans and breathe out a hiss of ecstasy when my cock juts out proudly, already leaking precum on my abs when I drop onto my chair, spreading my legs so she can see what she does to me.
“Your turn,” I tell her, stroking myself from base to tip.