“Dammit, that feels good.” I groan.
“You’re very tense. There’s no need to be tense here.” He continues to dig his fingers into points that no masseuse has gotten to before. “What’s your name?” the bar guy asks, letting his hands fall from my shoulders.
“Derrick.”
“I’m a sucker for an accent, Derrick. I’m Micah,” he introduces himself to me. “Did you want to hang out? My shift’s over, and I was just going to have some fun for a bit before heading home.”
“Not sure if I should,” I tell him, biting my bottom lip because if I were single, I wouldn’t be worried about a thing. “You’re very tempting,” I confess.
“So, I’ve been told,” he whispers. Shit. I’m in trouble. “Why don’t we check out some of the voyeur’s room together? We can have fun without crossing any lines.” Oh, this guy is good. I need to watch myself around him.
We walk into what appears to be a threat space and lit-up glass windows appear before us. Some rooms are on, and you can see people messing around, and some are off. Micah and I take a seat as my eyes bounce between the different rooms, and then I still.
“Fuck!” I whisper aloud, not internalizing my shock at seeing Vanessa and Christian together in a room. She is fully clothed, and Christian only has pants on, but he is blind folded. That naughty little bitch, I knew those two would hook up tonight.
“Everything okay?” Micah asks.
“Yeah. Um. It’s all good,” I tell him.
Then Vanessa’s eyes land on mine, and she stills for a moment, then she looks at the person beside me and smirks. Oh, she and I are going to have words tomorrow about this. She then leans forward and whispers something into Christian’s ear, he grins and nods, and the next thing I know he is sliding his pantsdown and pulling out his hard cock. My hands cover my mouth in surprise, and Vanessa giggles. No. Is she doing this for me?
“Looks like she’s putting on a show for you.” Micah chuckles.
“Mmm, looks like it.” I start to fan myself. Christian’s cock is thick, and the way he is manhandling that beast has my own cock hard as steel. He gives it another couple of tugs before Vanessa pushes a button, and the curtain falls, cutting off my view. Bitch! Now I know why she keeps going back to him, his dick is glorious. Urgh.
“Damn, that show was just getting good.” Micah chuckles.
“Right?”
Just then, a window opens, catching my attention from the others.
“What the fuck!”
20
DERRICK
My stomach turns as I see Chance in the window.
No. No. No.
“Derrick, are you okay?” Micah asks.
“Not really.”
“Do you know that person?” he asks as I glare at the window where Chance is getting a BJ from a woman.
“Yes. That’s the complication I was talking about,” I tell him. I watch Chance run his fingers through the woman’s hair, then wrap her hair around his hand, and start to fuck her face. I can’t believe he is here and a member. How could I have been so fucking stupid? Here I was thinking he was being faithful because he wasn’t fucking groupies, when instead, he’s been coming here to fuck women thinking I wouldn’t know.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” he says, and I can hear the pity in his voice.
“Look, it’s not the first time he’s done this to me, and it looks like it won’t be the last. Please excuse me.” I get up and rush out of the voyeur room. My heart is breaking. He must love the fact that he has me wrapped around his finger. That I blindly believed the bullshit he has been feeding me.
“Derrick,” Micah calls out to me.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I just needed to get out of there.” I turn around and explain to him, what I didn’t expect was for him to grab my face and kiss me. Oh, shit, and I let him. I don’t push him away when he presses me up against the wall, or stop him when his hand slides between us and down my pants as he cups me, giving my aching cock a squeeze. Fuck this feels good. Someone who wants to kiss me in public, someone who is probably willing to fuck me in front of everyone too. This is what I’ve always wanted from Chance, but I’ll never get it, and yet he’s willing to fuck a woman in the open. Anger bubbles up and our kisses turn savage as I take everything out on poor Micah.
“Fuck, yes, use me, Derrick. I’m here for your pleasure,” he mumbles against my neck.
