Page 56 of Taking Turns

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I say. “That’s our rule, right? Get to know each other.”

“Why the fuck would you agree to something like this? I mean, you’re very pretty, Chella. You’re smart, and you have a good job, and you come from serious money and power. You don’t need anything from us. You don’t need Bric’s promise of a dream come true. So why the fuck are you doing this?”

I shrug. I’m not ready to talk about all the things in my head. Or my past, or where my life is going. “When Rochelle told me about you guys I was… enthralled.”

“The book?” Quin asks. “You obviously know what that book is. And she picked you because you bought it, didn’t she?”

“Well,” I say. “So much for hiding my true motive.”

“Why do you want to hide it?”

“Come on, Quin.” I laugh. “I realize you guys have been doing this for a long time. But it’s still not… normal.”

“Oh,” he says. But his hands have been getting more and more active over the past few minutes. He’s got my thong pulled aside and his fingers are probing at the wetness between my legs, dragging it up and over the entrance to my asshole.

I have to close my eyes when he inserts his finger just a tiny fraction.

“Do you like it in the ass?” he whispers.

I bite my lip, don’t open my eyes, and nod my head. “Yes. I do.”

“Do you want to see my cock?” he asks, pulling a long strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. “Do you want to suck it? And sit on it, and fuck me until you come all over my dick?”

I am panting with want. I am swimming in want. I will die of the longing. “Yes,” I say.

“Take off my jacket.”

I open my eyes, draw in a deep breath, and start undressing him. Underneath my pussy I can feel his cock growing through his pants.

Once I get the suit coat off, he says, “Loosen my tie. Take it off me. Put it around your head, and make it into a blindfold.” His finger slips deeper into my asshole as he says this, making me squirm and gasp. “Do it,” he gently urges.

I loosen the tie, slip it over his neck, and place it over my head, pulling it tight again when it’s over my eyes.

“That’s better,” Quin says. “Now take off my shirt.”

My fingers reach for his chest, feel for the buttons. They slid up to the top one and begin to unbutton. When I get to the waistband of his trousers, I pull the shirt out. I caress the soft hair that leads down to his hard cock.

“Don’t touch it yet, Marcella Walcott. Not until I say so. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes.” I unbutton the last two buttons and then take a deep breath as I slip the shirt down his shoulders. I can’t stop myself from feeling his muscles. I have a thing for shoulders and even though I’m blind, I can see them perfectly in my mind’s eye, just from the light flicker of contact I have through my fingertips.

“Sit up,” Quin says. “Unzip my pants, take out my cock and my balls, and then put me inside you.”

His fingers are there the instant I rise up on his lap. I have to press my lips together to stifle the moan, but it still escapes.

“Do you like that?” Quin whispers as he puts his fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I say.

“You know what I like, Chella?”

“What?” I ask, busy completing the task he gave me. His cock is thick, like Smith’s. And long, and hard, and his tip is swollen when I drag my fingers arose the slit, releasing the liquid I can’t wait to suck.

“I like all your answers tonight.” And then he chuckles. Like he’s happy. I reach up with one, the other one still busy cupping his balls, and feel his smile.

“I just want to make you happy, Quin.”