Ruthless Desire – By Amanda Richardson #2
His pupils darken instantly, and his hands rove down to my ass as he thrusts against me. I arch into him as he bends down, licking the spot behind my ear. God, we haven’t acted like this in so long. Like horny teenagers. My stomach bottoms out as his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh on my neck.
“I’m not afraid, little lamb. But you should be.”
I gasp, nearly moaning. I’ve missed this so fucking much. Before I ruin the surprise, I pull away and look at my other three partners.
“Ready?” I ask, looking at them.
They all look back at me like a hungry pack of wolves, ready to devour every inch of me.
I don’t wait for an answer as I twist around and march to the unassuming front door of Hot Hot Heat.
The security guard lets us through, and we all sign non-disclosure agreements, which makes me feel so much better about Ash running for Congress.
I feel them behind me as we walk into the club.
My men.
My life partners.
I can feel the intense, potent hunger in the air. We’ve all been cooped up for far too long, giving ourselves to our son and our respective lives. But when was the last time we put our pleasure first?
My heart races as I think about what I’m giving them permission to do—what we’ve gone so long without.
And I’m not sure if I’m ready to awaken the slumbering beast inside of all of them, because I know they’re aching to unleash their brutal, ruthless sides.
The same ruthlessness I fell in love with ten years ago.
Briar
I’m not sure what I expected a sex club to look like, but a swanky bar is not what I envisioned.
I suppose the idea of a sex club elicited images of dungeons, machines, whips, and chains.
Now that my eyes are adjusting to the dark space, I can see that everyone is dressed just as nice as us—in suits, ties, dresses.
There’s soft music playing, voices murmuring, glasses clinking.
Everything is white—the furniture, the leather of the couches, the barstools, the walls—and above the bar is a giant, neon pink sign that says Hot Hot Heat.
When I turn around to face the guys, they’re all looking around, wide-eyed.
“I’ve heard of this place,” Ash says smoothly, walking over to me and placing an arm around my waist.
“Yeah?” I ask nervously. He nuzzles his face into my neck, and I close my eyes. “You’re not disappointed that we’re not going out to eat?”
He chuckles, and the low timbre of his voice sends shivers down my spine. “Oh, I’m not hungry for food anymore. I’m hungry for something else.”
I nearly sob at his words. First Hunter and now him…
I was so worried we’d never get this again.
This primal, carnal part of us. I thought being parents had broken us, turned us into robotic roommates who sometimes have good sex, but it wasn’t exactly mind-blowing anymore.
I couldn’t remember the last time we all had a sexual encounter that excited me, For the first time in a long time, I feel my clit pulse between my thighs at the prospect of it.
Samson walks to the bar, and I see him order us drinks as Hunter looks around, giving me a dark, knowing smile when our eyes meet. I turn to face Ledger, and he’s scowling.
“What’s wrong?” I laugh, placing two hands on his chest. He grabs them and looks down at me, his brows furrowed.
“Am I the only one confused about why we’re in a fancy bar and why we had to sign an NDA?”
I smirk, wondering if I should tell him or play with him a little bit.
Toying with Ash and Hunter has me in a playful mood, so I decide to mess with him.
I’d done a little research on the place before booking.
There are separate rooms to the left of the bar—like hotel rooms you can rent by the hour, if you want privacy.
To the right is where we’re going, though.
It’s called the Lair. It’s a lounge area that’s large enough for over a hundred people, and it's not visible until you walk down into the sunken room.
As Samson brings us a tray of drinks, I lead us to the stairs as everything inside the Lair becomes visible.
There are leather couches, chairs, and tables. Sort of like an upscale lounge. Except, instead of people talking, they’re…
I feel Ledger stiffen beside me. “Are they…” He trails off, looking into the large, recessed room, where there are naked people having sex.
“Damn,” Ash says, looping an arm around my shoulder. “This is hot.” He smirks and kisses me on the top of my head.
My cheeks burn as I look at all the bodies, doing things in positions I haven’t even attempted since I pushed a baby out of my vagina.
A sudden wave of self-consciousness washes over me when I think about what I might look like out there.
Saggy breasts from breastfeeding Easton for two and a half years, a pooch in my lower tummy that never went away, the stretch marks on my ass…
“We don’t have to go down there right away,” I whisper, looking at Samson as I say it. “We can have a couple of drinks up here and then decide.”
He’s the safest bet, right? He’ll tell me how ridiculous this is. As much as I want it, maybe getting naked in front of all these beautiful women was a terrible idea. I grab my drink and shoot it, wincing slightly as it goes down. “I mean, these women are so different from?—”
“Are you joking?” he growls, handing the drinks to Hunter and walking up to me.
He roughly pulls me into his firm body. “I can’t wait to show everyone down there just how good my girl can be, how hard she can take it,” he continues, his voice low and rough.
I see his eyes find Ash’s in the dark room, and my skin begins to tingle.
I love watching the two of them together.
Someone spanks my ass, and I twist in surprise as Ledger winks at me, walking down the stairs first.
“Happy fucking birthday to me,” he says, his voice giddy. His smile is akin to a kid in a candy shop.
I find Hunter’s eyes, and he cocks his head, nudging his chin in the direction of the Lair.
“You think we’d pass up an opportunity to fuck you in public?”
I blush. “I wasn’t sure if?—”
Samson grinds against me, and I moan when I feel his hard length against my hip, and that’s all the answer I need.
We all walk down the stairs and into the Lair, where we’re met by a man in a suit. He’s holding a clipboard, and after I give him our names, he goes over the main rules.
“No touching strangers unless they ask,” he starts, looking behind him briefly.
“This is a voyeur hall, so everyone here likes to watch and/or be watched. Touching is a whole other ball game. Got it?” I nod nervously, excitement skirting down my bones as he goes over everything else with us.
“Protection is at your discretion, but we keep track of who came with whom, so if you decide to have a little fun with a stranger?—”
“That won’t be happening,” Hunter growls from next to me. Ah, there’s the possessiveness.
After that, the man ushers us into the Lair.
“I thought I’d get a blowjob for my birthday or something,” Ledger jokes, looking around with excitement. “But this is so much better.”
“You can still have a blowjob,” I offer, winking. “Just in front of all of these people.”
His eyes narrow as he looks around. “That’s fucking hot, babe.” Before I can protest, he’s dragging me to the middle of the room.
“What are you—” He pushes me down onto the dais, and I gasp when I look around. “Here?”
I’m not sure what I expected coming here.
I knew I didn’t want to book a room. I wanted a different experience than what I would get at home in our bedroom.
I wanted excitement, maybe to watch and be watched from a dark corner somewhere.
I did not expect Ledger to drag me up onto the main stage of the room so brazenly.
“Of course here,” he growls, his hands already skirting up my dress. Hunter comes behind me, putting his arms under me and pulling me to the center. “I want every fucking person in this room to see how beautiful you look when you come.”
My whole body heats at his words. Samson and Ash are close behind, hopping up onto the dais and beginning to unbutton their shirts. I wish I had another drink to help with my nerves, but when I look at the tray Hunter set down, the glasses are all empty.
“I need another drink for this,” I whine. Ledger lays me down on the dais, and his hands begin to play with my lace underwear. My pulse speeds up as I prop myself on my elbows, my breathing becoming heavier.
“You don’t need alcohol, little lamb,” Hunter says, his voice low. “Look around us. No one cares that you’ll be the loudest girl here. And neither should you.”
Cocky bastard.
My eyes dart to the male couple closest to us. The first man has his hands on his partner’s hips, pulling him onto his cock roughly. Both are crying out, and I nearly let out a whimper when I see the man’s hands curl around his partner’s neck.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ledger asks, roughly brushing my underwear aside and inserting a finger inside of me.
His skin is calloused and rough from doing his art, and it feels exquisite as it stretches me.
“Watching others?” I arch my back, groaning and bucking my hips. I guess we’re just going for it, then.
“I think she likes it,” Hunter answers from behind me, and I drop my head back to look at him.
His cock is hovering above me as he kneels.
The end is already seeping with precum, and this time, I do whimper out loud.
I lie down to get a better view of him. “Look how flushed she is,” he growls, bending down and painting my lips with the wetness coming out of him.
“She’s ready for our cocks,” he adds, and I hear the fraying of his voice—the way he’s already coming undone.
Fuck.
Maybe we need to do things like this more often.
“Tell us what you want, Briar,” Samson says, pulling Ash close.