Chapter Twenty-Six
Celia
I wanted to run away. I wanted to never leave. Conflicted, that’s how I felt as I stared across the bed and through the glass wall. It was so… hot. But at the same time, so weird. I didn’t know where to look and my eyes moved from place to place.
“It’s okay for you to look, Celia,” Keith whispered. “That’s why they’ve left the curtains open, so people can watch.”
“Any people?” I whispered back; afraid they could hear me.
“Sure, anyone the club lets in. And they don’t allow just anyone in. The only reason you’re here is that I brought you with me.”
“I see.” But I didn’t. I thought we were going to a club, get drunk, and dance the night away. This was better, worse, a nightmare, but a fantasy too. I groaned and put my hands over my face. People did this?
“What’s wrong? Is it too much?”
“Do you want… that?” I gulped around the lump in my throat, shocked by what I saw, by what was happening.
“Only if you do. That’s why I brought you here, Celia. So you can explore. I know I was your first, but I don’t want you to think that means I have to be your last. Unless you want me to be, that is. But I want you to explore what life has to offer if that’s what you want.”
He brushed the hair back from my face and looked down into my eyes. sitting right beside me, so close I could feel the heat of his body. “I want you to experience every kind of pleasure there is, Celia, and I want to explore it with you. I want to be a part of your life in so many ways.”
My nervousness started to ease as I sat there and I couldn’t help it. My eyes moved right back to the group next door. They had the woman on the bed, her knees over one man’s shoulders as he buried his head between her legs. Two were on her breasts and the other? Well, he’d somehow managed to get her head in the right position to suck his cock. I wanted to get up and walk out. It was all too much. Too graphic, too… sexual.
But I couldn’t look away.
I wanted to be her. Even if I d
idn’t want to admit it.
“It’s so… dirty, Keith.” I looked across at the woman, at her face and saw how she enjoyed the moment. How could that be? Wasn’t love supposed to be a man and a woman? Or two partners, that only wanted each other? “I don’t understand.”
I’d watched movies, read books but none of them had ever mentioned stuff like this. But I felt the way my clit throbbed and how hot my own skin was. I could hear the way my breath came in pants, the longer I watched. It turned me on, but would I?
“Would you, Celia?” he asked as if he’d read my mind.
Slowly, I turned my head away from the naughty scene and looked at him. “Maybe.”
It was the only answer I could give. If he was being honest and he wanted to explore stuff like this with me, then maybe I could. If he was there. In actuality, I’d be happy with only Keith. He made me whole, but if we were just getting off in all the ways possible?
“Would you want to do it with women, too?” I asked, curious now. Maybe it was the whiskey in my system, or maybe it was just me finally letting my brain wander through fantasies that weren’t so… average.
“Only if you wanted to, Celia. It would only be what you wanted and nothing more.”
He didn’t touch me. He didn’t even lean over to talk. He just let me observe and think. To take it all in. It was kind of sexy, watching him watch them and then looking over to watch them myself. I pulled my bottom lip in and chewed on it while I thought it over.
It could be fun, obviously. The woman didn’t look abused or subjected. She looked as if she was being adored, even as she sucked that one man’s cock. His fingers were lovingly placed on her chin to guide her movements, and it looked so fucking sensual. I wanted it. My pussy and body wanted it, but could I?
“I don’t know, Keith. It seems so… wrong.”
“Only because you’ve been taught to think like a good little girl should, Celia. Marriage, kids? That’s not all there is to life. We should enjoy our bodies while we can. We shouldn’t take anything for granted, no, and we should never force anyone to do something they don’t want to. But this, Celia? This is freedom.”
His eyes never moved from the group next door and I wondered if he was right? Was the world supposed to be different?
Could having more than one partner be good for you? I wasn’t sure, even if the woman next door had started to come all over that one guy’s face. Fuck, it was hot. And when he stood up and thrust into her? I watched, captivated, as his toned back and ass flexed with each thrust. I could see the way she moved, ever so slightly, as she took him in with pleasure.
My panties were about to catch on fire I was so hot and I leaned against Keith. I wanted his touch. I wanted to watch and have his touch. For this moment, I wanted that erotic scene happening next door. “Fuck me, Keith. Just fuck me.”
“With pleasure, Celia.” He moved and I turned over to crawl down the bed. He stopped me before I could turn over to face him. “No, like that. I want you to watch them while I fuck you. I want you to imagine you’re her.”
“Fuck, I might come before you even get my panties off,” I gasped the images so vivid. I thought he’d pull my panties off, but he was hard and just as ready as I was. He slid my dress up over my thighs, skimmed my ass and then pushed the panties aside to slam into me. He didn’t test me to see if I was ready, he knew I was as if he could smell the scent of my desire.
My fingers grasped at the cover on the bed, and my back arched so that I could push deeper onto him. I watched them as he fucked me. Somehow, it all became entangled. I could almost feel the suction of those men’s mouths on my nipples, their fingers on my clit, and even the one that teased at my ass.
I gasped his name and he fucked me harder, deeper, and then the finger on my clit was real. It was mine, but it was real and I exploded into a million shards that screamed only his fucking name.
I don’t know if he followed me, I didn’t care, I just felt the unexplainable. The rush unattainable for many. I felt so much more than I’d ever felt before. And I wanted more.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Celia
“Celia, I really need to talk to you and a phone text isn’t the best way to do it. Would you please answer your phone?” I listened to the message Becky had left for me on voicemail the next morning and groaned.