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He wanted them like that right now.
His fingers tightened in Chloe’s hair. “Beautiful. That’s how we look. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Jesse nuzzled against her neck. Taylor glanced down to see his hand skimming up her inner thigh and discreetly disappear beneath her dress. He watched Chloe gasp on a sudden intake of air and he softly squeezed the swell of flesh that rose up from the velvet.
He glanced back at the girl on the screen. Impaled on one lover, she presented herself for the other. Taylor watched as the second man pushed his way in, both her cunt and her ass filled with their cocks. Doubling her pleasure. And theirs. His dick throbbed behind his zipper and he rubbed over the placket. He wanted that with Chloe and Jesse, and just thinking about them feeling her together from the inside made a tingle ignite in his balls.
Soon. Get ready, little bird.
Jesse plucked the orgasm from Chloe as the house lights went dark and Brendan appeared on the platform pulling Salena along behind him by a silver chain. Taylor huffed. He had no desire at all to watch. Chloe righted her dress and sat up straight beside him. He repositioned himself so his back rested against the arm of the sofa, putting the display on the stage behind him, and pulled Chloe against his chest. Jesse put her feet in his lap.
She angled her head to look at him. “You don’t like her, do you?”
Chloe didn’t even have to say her name for him to know who she meant. Jesse knew too. They answered in unison, “No.”
“Tell me how you really feel.” She giggled. “I just can’t see Brendan with that Mistress of the Dark bitch. What’s her story anyway?”
Ever the perceptive one, Chloe had the dodgy twat pegged already. “Why do you think I turned us around, cherry cake?” Taylor chuckled. “I don’t want your pretty eyes subjected to that vicious, vile cunt.”
“Mistress of the Dark.” Jesse raised his hands and made spooky fingers. He snorted, “Elvira—good one, babe.”
“Who’s…” Taylor didn’t get the reference. “…never mind.”
Chloe ran her fingers up and down on his. “Really though, why is he with her? Brendan’s such a good guy and she’s…well, she’s not.”
Taylor laced his fingers with hers. He and Brendan had been best mates since high school—he knew him better than most and he’d often wondered that himself. Brendan changed after the horrific death of his parents. He was in a dark place and went rogue for a while, but his uncle Charley reined him in. Still, he was never quite the same after that—not that anyone expected him to be after suffering such tremendous loss.
Sometimes Brendan slipped back into that dark place, but then Taylor thought that perhaps he’d never really left it. He remembered the first time they met Salena. It was at a club after-party for some gig they played the year Venery’s first album came out. Those after-parties almost always turned into drunken orgies. Brendan, Jesse, and Dillon had come to watch them play and went with them to the party. She was a club regular. An opportunistic party girl. Taylor got a bad vibe the moment they met her—something about her just put him off. He and Jesse were the only ones who didn’t take their turn fucking her that night.
Why Brendan was still fucking her five years later, he couldn’t understand. Why Brendan entrusted her as his hostess for the club he couldn’t figure out either. His gut told him she wasn’t trustworthy, and his gut was never wrong. There were a shit ton of secrets behind the red door and members paid an outrageous sum in dues to keep them there. Imagine the headlines if it was ever discovered that the senator enjoyed a domme smothering his face with her cunt while she had his balls in a vice grip—to each their own, right? In here? Absolutely. Out there? Hell no.
Brendan embraced the sex-positive movement as they all did. He created the club as a safe haven for like-minded people to freely explore their desires, to experience their fantasies, fetishes, and kinks, whatever they might be, without judgment or fear of recrimination. Salena was privy to it all, and Chloe was right—she wasn’t good.
“He’s not with her, Chloe,” Jesse answered. “Salena just works for him—for us, I guess.”
“You should insist he end that arrangement, Jess.” Taylor shook his head as he trailed his fingers up and down Chloe’s arm. “I keep telling you that.”
Eyes on me.
Yes, sir.
Good girl.
“Ugh. What are they doing?” Chloe attempted to lift herself off his chest, but he wouldn’t let her go.
Taylor reached around her from behind and pinched her nipples to distract her. “Nothing you want to see, darling, trust me.”
He glanced over to Jesse and inclined his head in a subtle nod. He knew what Brendan was doing to Salena on that platform and he did not want his little bird to see it. He did not want the visual of Salena to taint her perception of it. There might come a day when Chloe, who blossomed when stimulated by varied sensations, craved the intensity of his or Jesse’s hand inside her. So, no, he selfishly didn’t want her to watch Brendan’s fist disappear inside that beastly woman.
Taylor pushed down the neckline of Chloe’s dress to hold her perfect tits in his hands. He brushed his thumbs over her ripe nipples and her back arched. A soft moan escaped her mouth. Jesse pulled her panties off her legs and tucked them in his pocket. He bent his head and kissed the spot beneath her ear. “Tell me what you want, little bird.”
She held his hands to her breasts. Jesse pivoted in his seat to face them and wrapped her legs around his waist, opening that pretty pussy for him so only he could see. Not that anyone was paying any attention to what they were doing, judging by the sounds coming from the other side of the sofa. Jesse rubbed his thumb over her clit. It glistened in the candlelight. Taylor pinched her nipples again, harder this time. “Tell me.”
Jesse rubbed his palms slowly up and down her spread thighs. “Use your words, baby girl.”
“I want you.” She arched her back again, pushing her breasts against his palms. “I want you both so much.”
“I know, darling.” Taylor rolled her nipples between his fingers. “We want you more.”
