“Yes.”
“Did you want it to be you fucking me?” I take a step towards him, curiosity now combining with desire. “Or did you want it to be you fucking him? Or being fucked by him?”
His eyes cool, jaw tightens. “Why do you want to know? I watched your security guard fuck you in the ass and you want to know where I wanted to be?”
“Yes. I gave you something. You owe me.” We’re close enough now to touch. There is security outside. The room is safe.
I don’t know if I am.
“I wanted to be fucking your mouth. Or your cunt.” His touches my face, cupping my chin. His grip is gentle; his gaze is not.
I’m thinking about it. If he hadn’t just watched that night and instead he’d entered the room and joined us. Would I have let him? Would Ben?
Ben.
The hurt boils over and my arms go around Isaac’s neck, my mouth lifting to his. He doesn’t let me control the kiss. A hand holds the back of my head, fingers interweaved in my hair. His other hand is on my ass, kneading and pinching and gripping.
I don’t know what I want. I don’t know where I want to be. Isaac’s beard is rough against my face, his hands asking. My nipples are hard and my cunt is wet. Both his hands move to my breasts, cupping them through my clothes, pushing them together. He isn’t gentle and I don’t want him to be. He undoes my bra strap and pushes it up, touching me under my clothes.
He feels different to Ben. He smells different.
I stumble backwards, away from him and he lets go immediately. A myriad of thoughts flicker across his face.
“I’m sorry,” Isaac says. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage.”
“You didn’t. I just feel like I’m cheating, even though I don’t think Ben would care.”
“He would. A lot. Nothing’s straightforward.”
He moves towards me and this time his touch is different. It’s a hug, his body wrapped around mine. I feel his erection pressed against me, hear his groan when my hand moves to his waist.
“Why did Ben not mind that I’d kissed you?”
Isaac’s hands run over my back. “Because it was me. The rest you need to hear from him.”
I look up and this time he starts the kiss. It’s soft and doesn’t take anything from me, just leaves me wanting.
A sharp sound stops everything, an alarm blares through the building. The two guards on duty rush in, one of them putting his arm around me straight away, leading me to the door at the back of the room which I know will take us outside where a car will be waiting.
“Fire,” he says.
I turn around, seeing Isaac following us.
“Deliberate?” he says.
“Is there any other type?” the second guard answers. Explosion in the foyer. We need to get the hell out of here.”
The car seems to speed away even before I’ve put on a seat belt. Isaac is next to me, his phone ringing incessantly.
I check mine, wondering if Ben’s name will come up and it does.
“Are you okay?” he says as soon as I answer.
“I’m in the car with Isaac and we’re heading away. What do you know about it?”
“You’re with Isaac? That’s good. Looks like it was a protestor.” He sounds calm.
“About?”
