9
Orion
Shit.
A fine layer of sweat coated my palms as I stared at Sable.
I didn’t know what possessed me to walk through the doors of Faded Sins again.
I’d been spooked enough the last time I was here when he’d gotten too close, and I was tempted to do the unthinkable.
But wasn’t this the same? Just walking in the door was an act of infidelity because I was already thinking about someone else.
Whitney wasn’t even on my mind as Sable crossed his ankles, lifted his drink to his perfectly pink lips, and took a gentle sip.
They were lips that now haunted my dreams. I’d had more than one fantasy that ended with them wrapped around my cock as he sucked me dry, but it wasn’t something that could happen. Nope. I couldn’t and wouldn’t go there.
I took a long sip of my beer, allowing the taste of the hops to roll over my tastebuds before setting the bottle on the bar.
What the hell did I do now? As much as I wanted to talk to Sable, I didn’t want to lead him on.
He made his money by selling himself. It wasn’t something I judged him for, but I wasn’t paying and didn’t want to waste his time.
“Thank you.” It was simple, but seeing the way the words made a smile stretch his too-pretty face? Fuck. I was screwed because that smile was all it took for me to start reconsidering my morals.
Stop it Orion. Whitney is at home—you said you’d be back soon.
Another man came up behind Sable, placing a hand on his shoulder. The little dancer tensed for a moment, but turned that gorgeous smile to the man who had approached him.
“Hey, hon. What can I do for you?” he asked as he set his martini glass on the counter.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Like a voice in the back of my head was screaming at me that someone might mess with it.
It was a fucking strip club. Anything could happen, and I wouldn’t put it past people to roofie the dancers.
“What do you charge?” The man was forward, but maybe that was how you had to be in places like this.
Sable giggled. Actually fucking giggled, and I swear I’d never heard a man laugh like that before. But here was this beautiful creature giggling like a schoolgirl as he shook his head.
“I’m so sorry, hon. Not tonight.”
The man frowned, turning to walk away, but I wasn’t about to let Sable pass up work just because he was sitting talking to me. He wasn’t getting anything out of me other than company, and that wasn’t fair. This man would pay him.
The tiny dancer turned to look at me over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled with mischief before he turned back to the other man. “You see, I’ve got my friend here, and I don’t want to leave him by himself.”
My face heated. I didn’t really know Sable—his excuse not to spend time with a paying customer was flimsy at best.
“Sable. Come on. It’s okay.”
The man laughed again, looking between us. His gaze made my skin crawl in a way I wasn’t used to. While Sable may have been used to people undressing him with their eyes, it wasn’t something I’d ever experienced outside of the bedroom with my wife.
“How about your friend, then? What does he charge?”
“He doesn’t—”
I cut Sable off before he could continue. I didn’t know what possessed me to say it. Even if I couldn’t physically touch the pretty little dancer myself, what would it be like to watch someone else do it? Would it be like watching porn performed right in front of me?
Even that was crossing a line, but I needed something.
The last week had been rough, and I needed an outlet.
An escape from the shit show at home because Whitney was going on and on again about how we needed to clear out the back office for a nursery and we still didn’t have a positive pregnancy test. She kept insisting that it might be the good luck charm we needed.
I just felt sad. She was grasping at something that just wasn’t happening.
It wasn’t happening because I was still lying to my wife.
“Do you allow people to watch?”
Now I had two sets of eyes on me. I wanted to squirm, to take the words back and sink into my seat and forget that I had ever asked it.
Sable’s eyes darkened before he leaned in close to my ear. “Just so you know, I charge people to watch me, too.”
I swallowed around the lump in my throat, but I was already committing to this. If the other man wanted to have fun with Sable, then I was willing to throw down some money to watch it. I wanted to see the little dancer experience pleasure, even if I wasn’t the person supplying it.
The man visibly groaned, grabbing and squeezing at his crotch as he nodded. “I’ve never done it before, but fuck, that sounds so damn hot. I’m in if you are.”
It felt like insects were fluttering beneath my skin. I shouldn’t be agreeing to any of this, but I had already put the thought into existence. It was much too late to take it back, and Sable looked at me expectantly.
Fuck. How much was this going to cost me?
I probably should have asked that before agreeing to it, but I had a small wad of cash in my pocket because I’d learned not to use my card at the club after the first time it had shown up in our bank statements.
If I went too many times, Whitney would start asking questions.
I didn’t need that. She’d be destroyed. Not that any of this wouldn’t destroy her.
I was such a fuck-up.
“Let’s do it.”
The room was dim, and the walls were lined with red satin curtains that draped to give a more dramatic experience. It gave all the seedy backroom vibes, but still had a little class with the huge plush pillows in the middle of the room.
Sable made his way to the center, sinking to his knees onto one of the giant cushions.
I would have given anything for him to be in that position for me.
It was almost impossible to push down the feelings of jealousy that coursed through me as the other man entered the room and shut the door behind us.
I stayed against the wall, watching as he moved closer to Sable. He ran his fingers through the dancer’s short brown hair, my fingers itched to do the same. This was such a stupid idea.
Look, but don’t touch. Nope. Not an ideal situation.
He dropped to his knees in front of Sable and I had to close my eyes when he kissed the pretty little dancer.
I thought I’d be able to handle it, but watching as their mouths dueled for dominance, it was a little too much.
At least my cock was one hundred percent on board.
It was hard, strained against the zipper of my jeans, making me wish I’d worn underwear for the first time in my adult life.
The man kissed down Sable’s neck. It briefly crossed my mind that we probably should have gotten his name.
But if Sable hadn’t needed it, why did I?
Was that just some arbitrary thing we’d been made to believe was needed to jump into bed with someone?
And why the hell was I thinking in line with we.
Sable tilted his head back, and then something happened. Our eyes met across the room. I wanted to drown in the dark pools of desire that stared back at me. We were locked in that moment. A moment that promised so much more than what I was ready to handle.
The other man moaned as he continued to trail kisses down Sable’s chest. He paused at a nipple and pulled it between his lips, tugging at it with his teeth.
It seemed like something like that should have pulled Sable’s attention away from me, but he only moaned and threaded his fingers through the man’s hair as he kept watching me.
As if it had a mind of its own, my hand was between my legs, squeezing at my length. The relief that washed through me was like a hose putting out a wildfire. But the fire wasn’t dead. It flared back to life as I rolled my hips into my hand.
This was so damn wrong, but it was also the hottest damn thing I’d ever witnessed.
The man leaned away from Sable, and for the first time, the pretty little dancer looked away from me as his companion opened his pants.
The man pushed the material down, exposing his engorged cock.
Seeing it should have bothered me. I didn’t want Sable to touch someone else when he should have been touching me, but I had been the one to say I couldn’t touch. Only watch.
Maybe it was a weird thing to consider at a time like this, but the other man wasn’t half bad. His cock was a decent size, not overly large. It would still be difficult to swallow, but Sable looked like he was up for the challenge.
Sable leaned back, pulled a condom packet from under the pillow. This made his partner frown.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“If you want anything to happen, this has to be used.”
The man scoffed. “Even for oral?”
Sable’s eyes widened, but then he looked over at me. I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. If he needed an out, I’d give it to him.
“Listen, I get tested regularly, but I’m not about to take the word of some stranger off the street.”
The man nodded, seeming to accept the answer. Part of me hoped that he would have said fuck it about the condom and walked out. I’d never had a blow job with one on, but I understood why a sex worker would want to.
Sable ripped open the wrapper, and the man moaned loudly as Sable rolled the rubber over his cock.
My dick gave a kick in my hand. I wondered if they’d have a problem with me pulling it out.
They were suddenly wrapped in their own little world and they probably wouldn’t notice, but fuck, I was overthinking all of this.
This was supposed to be fun and spontaneous. Maybe even a sexy little experiment.
I didn’t have to think about it anymore when Sable backed up, leaned over the man, wrapping his lips around his covered dick.
Never in my life had I reached to unzip my pants so quickly before.
The feel of my palm against my oversensitive cock was blissful.
I struggled to keep my eyes open to watch what was happening in front of me.
The man pushed his fingers into Sable’s hair, pushing him further down his length until the dancer gagged a little. The sound went straight to my balls. I pumped my cock faster, gathering the pre-cum from my tip and spreading it to use like lube.
Sable pulled off the man for a moment and glared at him, no doubt not loving that he had been forced down. Yes, the man had paid for services, but that didn’t mean he was allowed to manhandle the poor guy.
When Sable looked up at me, his eyes widened to see me standing there stroking myself against the wall, but there was also some heat in his gaze.
He didn’t look back at the man as he lowered to take his cock into his mouth again.
It was the strangest angle, but he kept his eyes on me as he wrapped his hand around the base of the man’s dick and jerked him in time with his sucking.
There was something about the connection. Like I could feel the suction of his mouth around my tip as I squeezed my hand around the head of my cock.
Pre-cum oozed out over my fingers, tingles of pleasure shot up and down my spine. It was enough to make my toes curl. I did my best to pump my hand to match the rhythm of Sable’s head bobs.
It should have lasted longer, but the man cried out and Sable pulled off him. We both watched as he filled the condom. At least the man couldn’t complain that the latex had caused any loss of sensation. Then again, it might have been the bonus of having someone watching him.
My hand worked faster—my orgasm was just on the precipice.
I wanted to leap off the edge and free fall into oblivion.
Now the man was watching me as I kept jacking myself.
Fuck, I’d never done this with people watching me before and there was some sort of unique draw to it.
Like I could put on a show, letting them know just how good I was feeling.
A low moan fell from my lips as my orgasm hit.