Chapter 52 Dane
DANE
“Are you sure you’re okay with it?” I ask Hannah again as I pocket my phone.
She nods quickly, with more excitement than I expected. I mean, she’s the more open minded one between the two of them, but being fully exposed in front of a group of people during any kind of sexual act is a different level of being open to things.
I bet Ethan is freaking the fuck out right now.
I’d go check on him but I refuse to leave Hannah’s side. She’s fucking stunning. Men and women alike would flock to her the moment she was alone by herself.
I pull out my phone, lifting my mask so it can scan my face, then type out a text to Ethan.
Me: You better not back down now, you bastard. I’m way too excited about this.
The trio just finished on the stage and the room has cleared out a little bit. There are still some people standing around, kissing, touching, watching others. Others have gone to another part of the club or the bar.
A man near the back of the room, opposite the stage, catches my attention.
He has his phone in his hand, looking in our direction.
His mask fully covers his face. The top portion of his face and even a majority of the bottom is mostly covered; there are long extended pieces of the mask that drape over the corners of his mouth like the design of an old style gladiator mask.
I squint to get a better view but he turns, exiting the viewing area as he heads to the bar.
Stepping forward, my eyes attempt to follow him but he gets lost in the crowd.
People recognize me often and I don’t really care about whether or not I’m here, or what people see me doing, but I don’t want the fact that I’m teaching now to be an issue.
My phone buzzes in my hand, stealing my attention.
Ethan: Voyeur Room 1. We have an hour.
Pressing my palm to the small of Hannah’s back, I lead her in the direction of the voyeur rooms and the moment we get to the door Ethan is there.
He’s stiff as a board, his usual demeanor, but there’s a nervousness I’m also not used to seeing. It’s adorable.
I usually let him take charge, especially when it comes to us sexually because he needs that in his bi-curious state. I just hope that when he finally accepts his bisexuality, he’ll let me take over like he’s letting Hannah.
We already don’t have much time, so before his nerves get the best of him I usher them both into the room and lock the door behind us.
We’re hidden behind a small alcove in the corner of the room.
I tap the panels on the wall and dim the lights just slightly, fogging out the glass so we can’t see the faces of the spectators that will be watching.
One of my favorite features about these voyeur rooms are these windows that act almost like one-way mirrors, so that people can see in, but whoever is in the room can still feel like it’s personal if that’s what they need and I know Ethan needs that.
Not wanting to waste any time, I sign, “Ready?”
Hannah bites her lips and nods. I don’t ask Ethan because I don’t need him to overthink my one word question and I know he’ll follow Hannah. Instead, I step toward him, adjust his mask to remind him it’s there and take Hannah's hand, leading her to the bed.
Glancing over my shoulder, Ethan trails right behind us, peering out of the corner of his mask at the translucent windows. Hannah sits down softly at the edge of the bed and she gazes up at me with those bright, ocean blues and the most charming little smirk at the corner of her lips.
Meeting my gaze she pats the left side of her mattress and as Ethan steps up, she shifts her gaze to him and pats her right.
We share a look as we sit down beside her, our bodies are now facing the large floor to ceiling windows. The haze allows for some silhouettes to be seen from behind it but it just looks like blurred shadows with the glass being a shade darker than the top portion.
Dipping my chin, I lean in and kiss Hannah’s scar. My touch is light as I trail my lips over her skin giving her a full body shiver as she tilts her head back. Ethan matches my movement on the other side and both of our hands move up her thigh and over her hips.
Our lips meet hers at the same time; she turns toward him, parting her lips as their tongues collide and he moans, squeezing his eyes shut.
I love how he loves her.
They’ve been together for years and he still kisses her like it’s the first time.
Pulling away, she faces me, cups my jaw, and pulls me in for a kiss that rivals theirs. Her lips taste like her, laced with traces of him, and the mixture is my kryptonite.
It turns passionate and I lean harder into her, wanting more, needing more. My heart pounds in my chest, not from nerves, but from the sensation of them. Both of them. Here with me. It’s everything I need.
She uses both her hands to cup my jaw and pulls back, that gorgeous smile adorns her face as she shakes her head.
“What?” I ask, confused.
Holding two fingers up on one hand, palm up on the other, she places the tips into her hand, signing for me to stand. She does the same to Ethan and it’s amazing how demanding she is with so few words.
Or maybe it’s just that she rules us in every way.
We both comply and stand, facing her with our backs to the window.
“Undress each other.”
My face splits into a mile wide grin while Ethan’s eyes shoot up to his gorgeous thick hairline.
Oh, I fucking love bossy Hannah.
Turning toward him, I hold my hands out, giving him the lead. His eyes bounce between the two of us, his chest rises and falls behind that crisp, white button down shirt and I have really dirty thoughts of what I’m going to do with the purple satin tie I want to rip off his collar.
His hands unravel my tie and he tosses it on the bed next to Hannah, then my shirt and pants, and I’m now standing in just my matching purple boxer briefs—because I’m fancy like that—in front of my two favorite people.
I waste no time, as I step forward, removing his tie the same way, tossing it next to mine on the bed. I unbutton his shirt and push it over his large shoulders, using my fingertips to graze his soft skin, forcing his breath to hiss and I love how sensitive he is to my touch.
He’s frozen, his shirt still stuck behind his back as if it traps his arms and I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. His black boxer briefs, snug tight around his dick, the bulge behind it just as undeniable as mine.
Hannah stands, her satin dress a perfect fit to her gorgeous body slithers with her steps. Everything about the movement and flow is soft with exception to the peaks of her nipples piercing through the fabric.
“Lay down.”
We easily comply again, each taking one side of the bed as we lay down beside each other.
“Put your arms over your head.”
My arms fly up. Ethan’s more cautious as they slowly raise.
She walks around to my side of the bed, grabbing a pair of bondage cuffs, wrapping them around my wrists then hooking them to the strap at my corner of the bed.
Repeating the same to Ethan, it probably only took a minute but it feels like a lifetime that I’ve been riding this wave of anticipation.
She taps my hip as her eyes gaze in mine.
My body listens to her command as I lift my hips but keep my eyes locked on hers.
Pulling my boxers off, I groan as a cool breeze wraps around my cock.
It bounces out of the tight fabric and rests on the base of my abs, a string of pre-cum linking it to my skin.
“Oh fuck,” Ethan whispers next me, his eyes flicker at the window then back to my exposed cock with an undeniable shock that this is all really happening.
“Your turn,” Hannah signs as she steps toward him, I think as a warning, or maybe a question to make sure he’s still okay.
His breath is heavy but he nods, lifting his hips, giving her permission and fuck, it’s so goddamn sexy.
She strips the material down his legs and my mouth waters at the sight of his lean, tight body and jutting cock.
Hannah tosses his boxers somewhere, then opens the drawer next to the bed, grabbing a small bottle of lube. She walks slowly toward the end of the bed, kicks off her shoes, and pulls the satin fabric of her dress up over her knees, then kneels onto the mattress directly in between us.
“The first one to come loses.”
“What?” We overlap each other in response.
She squirts lube on both of our cocks then wraps her perfect fucking hands around each one and begins to stroke us rhythmically together.
“Oh fuck.” My head drops back against the mattress.
Ethan’s eyes roll back as his hips push up and we both moan in unison. Neither one of us will last long after the drawn out fucking strip tease and anticipation of this moment.
She continues her perfect goddamn cock massage, both of us completely on edge, then stops.
I hiss. Ethan groans.
Her fingertip grazes the backside until she reaches the tip, then she wraps her hand around our shafts and squeezes as she strokes again.
I grow impossibly hard and I’m doing everything in my power to hold back, but she knows us both really fucking well and switches up the movement, keeping us both on edge.
This goes on for-fucking-ever. I’m dying. I need to come. I don’t care if I lose. I mean, I don’t want to lose but as I look over at Ethan's trembling abs as they contract with each tug of his cock I know he’s right there with me.
“Don’t come yet,” I grit out.
“I’m not coming first,” he spits out. His eyes squeezing shut like he says it as a mantra.
Competitive bastard.
“Together,” I grunt out, holding back my orgasm.
His eyes shift to mine. I can tell how relieved he is by my suggestion.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I nod.
His needy gaze sears into me and the knowing sensation of my pending orgasm builds as my balls begin to tighten. His brows pitch together and he’s so close.
Just then, she releases our cocks and we both whine, pumping our hips reaching for more.
“You want to be teammates? Then you can take care of each other.”
“What? How? We’re tied up, Hannah.” Ethan’s so mad and it’s so fucking adorable.
That beautiful dimple appears on her chin as she smothers a smile and shrugs, glancing over at the clock.
“If you make each other come, you can have me anyway you want when we get home.”
Our necks jerk toward each other.
“Five minutes left.”