Page 182 of Midnight Curfew

I know all about his role-playing at the mansion. If anyone knows how to put on a show, it’ll be him.

A concrete fountain trickles next to us, the entire area scattered with large, luxurious pillows. Two women fawn all over a cock on the other side of the fountain, his moans overpowering theirs.

Dallas and I come toward Aracely, and she locks her arms behind her, bracing herself. “Just kissing and touching,” she murmurs, almost without moving her lips.

Sliding in behind her, I watch Dallas kneel down between her knees, both of us slow to put our hands on her. Circling my arm around her waist, I look up at him as he runs his hand up her thigh. I thread my fingers into her hair, feeling the eyes of others in the room glancing over.

The smooth beats of the music pair well with all the other fucking going on in the rooms, the light layer of fog making it seem like everything that’s happening isn’t really real. It’s a dream or a fantasy, but either way, I’m sure it helps everyone separate the Den from real life when they leave by changing what triggers our senses. Dallas hovers over both of us, Aracely’s hair blanketing my chest, and for a second, I let myself wish I was her.

“Kiss her,” I tell him.

Dipping down, he brushes her nose with his, but…

He doesn’t touch her with his mouth. Instead, he takes my hand off her stomach and guides us both down between her legs. His fingers press through the open heart of her chastity belt, slipping us in and nudging my fingers in circles to open her up and find her clit. Aracely’s body immediately relaxes into mine, a little whimper escaping as she exhales.

I feel her wet on the pads of my fingers. I touch the soft skin of her nib. I find the little ridge inside that makes her jolt when we rock it back and forth.

But it’s Dallas’s long fingers on mine and his dark green eyes gazing over her head to me that hold my attention. He moves my hand, masturbating her, and she turns her mouth to me, licking the corner of my mask. Peeling it off my head, I take her face in my hand and kiss her, her soft lips moving expertly over mine. I suck her tongue into my mouth, imagining for a second that I’m sucking him, but she’s not nearly his size. It feels good to use my mouth, though. To close my eyes and pretend.

Dallas leans in, whispering, “You look good with a woman.”

Is he joking? Or is he rubbing in that I’ll have to fake it like this the rest of my life?

I hate that I once entertained letting one into our bed if it meant I could keep him.

Pressing the side of his head into Aracely’s, his forehead nearly touches mine. “Callum,” he says just below a whisper.

His chest rises and falls so hard, and I almost think he sees only me.

“Take out your cock,” he tells me.

He starts unfastening his own belt, and my heart pumps hard, following his lead. Reaching between Aracely’s body and mine, I let her push up on her hands again as I undo my pants and tug down just enough to pull myself out.

Gazing down at me, he starts pumping, the heat between us almost like she’s not here. I reach over and dip my hand in the water, stroking myself as I dip my nose into her soft hair and watch him. The way every muscle in his chest is flexed. The way his arm bulges with every pump. The way his cock swells and sweats cum at the tip.

“I want you,” I whisper in her ear.

His chest caves. “I want you so badly,” he adds.

Aracely shifts between us, her eyes darting up to me and back to him. But we’re looking at each other.

Sitting up, she lets me out from behind her. “Kneel over me,” she tells us. “Come on me.”

Fuck. I move to her left side and Dallas moves to her right, an attendant appearing with a small tray of bottles. I grab a lube, Dallas does the same, and quickly, we squeeze some in our hands and continue jerking off as Aracely leans back on her elbows.

I can make out a few figures circling our scene from the corner of my eyes, and I drop my eyes to his cock. I want to look like I’m staring down at her, but I need to see him. His oiled hand strokes and rubs over the head of his dick, his abs tight as he pumps in slow, long movements. Without meaning to, I realize we’re in sync, jerking off in the same rhythm and pace. Our hips start thrusting, Aracely moaning.

“Shit, you two.” She pants, sliding her hand between her thighs and rubbing her little nub.

A fourth hand drops into sight, taking Dallas’s place between her legs, and I glance over to see Jerome. Dallas darts a glare at him, but Aracely doesn’t resist, just stares as he unfastens his belt, takes a dollop of lube, and joins in. The three of us go at it, no one touching another, masturbating over the girl in the chastity belt who can’t get fucked.

Aracely’s mouth falls open; she drops down flat on her back and looks up at the three of us about to spill all over her.

Jerome is first, leaning in closer to shoot onto her stomach. Dallas flashes me a grin, keeping his gaze entirely on me and not giving a shit who sees him ejaculate for me. I hold my breath, watching him come, and it’s always the hottest fucking thing—knowing it’s for me.

Everything he does when it comes to sex is masterful. He heaves out air as he strokes slower and slower, his orgasm still rocking through him, and I see his cum on her tits and that does it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan, shooting onto her. Onto his cum, and I think I hear her cry out, Aracely and I finishing at the same time. Shaking, I keep pumping, fire spreading through my thighs, every muscle in my body burning.

When I open my eyes, I lock eyes with Dallas, the creases between his brows making him look different. Vulnerable.