I lead him to the back of the room and down the hall, toward the area off-limits to anyone without membership.
“What’s behind mystery door number two? A ’70s disco?”
“Better, if you keep an open mind.” He reads the seriousness in my statement with ease, confirming with a slight nod.
Once my access card unlocks the door, I squeeze Ender’s hand again. The doorman on the other side nods and lets us past, and Ender’s curiosity takes over as he walks through the door without further encouragement.
At first glance, he should have some sort of idea what we just walked into, seeing couches scattered around the room with couples in different stages of intimacy and a small crowd ahead of us. Ender takes the lead, moving slowly up to the circle in the middle of the room. I carefully watch his reaction to what he’s about to see—it should tell me whether we’re staying or leaving.
My gut feeling was right—the hesitation from earlier is gone—Ender seems eager to get a front-row seat to the show, slipping through the gaps between the other couples watching.
I slide up beside him, none of my attention on the threesome in the middle of the circle having the time of their lives while everyone watches them pleasuring each other. My focus is on Ender and his reaction to the exhibition of tangled limbs, skin slapping against skin, and a room full of moaning from participants and onlookers alike.
I notice the way his chest is heaving, and I move in behind him, mirroring our positions from the other night. "So," I whisper, "was I right thinking you'd enjoy this place?"
Aside from the movement beneath my palm around his waist, Ender is completely still…and silent. Together, we watch as theblond in the trio has thick thighs clenched around his head, and his face buried in the pussy of the curvy redhead lying on her back with the beginning of an O-face forming. Then there’s a lanky guy with long, raven hair, who some would describe as the nerdy gamer type —complete with black-rimmed glasses, but he defies the stereotype as he impales the blond with a thick, lengthy cock I catch a glimpse of between thrusts. It’s making me a little impatient to get Ender under me. The obscenity of the entire scene has me hard and shallowly pushing against his ass, holding him still in front of me.
The first reaction from Ender begins to show when my wandering hands find his arousal, very prominent in his slacks. He relaxes against me, enjoying the moment as the threesome all come in succession, moaning in pleasure, with a growl from gamer guy as he slams in one last time before his body begins jerking.
Some of the most thrilling nights of my life have been spent watching couples give in to their desires in this club. Not all of the couples on display are like this trio—some are more or less mild. Once you get farther into the slightly more private rooms, though, things get much more interesting. I don’t think I’ll take Ender back there this time—I’ll have to gauge his overall experience first.
The crowd begins to disperse into pairings. Some move to some of the less public rooms, while others stay in the main room to enjoy more than a few eyes on them.
“Did you enjoy that as much as I think you did?” I ask Ender, squeezing his cock ever so slightly.
“Does it feel like I enjoyed it?” he says, chasing the pressure from my palm.
“Do you want to watch some others, or go somewhere more private?” I almost don’t ask, not wanting to push him for too much on this first time around, but I need to get my hands onhim—and I don’t think he’s ready for us to be on public display yet.
“Can we do both?” he says, turning around in my arms and resting his head on my shoulders as our lips collide.
Chapter Thirteen
Your Past Can Only Be Silenced For So Long
Ender
The excitement humming beneath my skin when I entered that circle was almost overpowering. I’ve watched pornbefore—a lot of it—but seeing it in person was another level of erotic. It was mesmerizing watching the threesome abandon all inhibitions with their rawest selves on display— and it was hot as fuck to say the very least. Even the woman in all her glory wasn’t a turnoff for me—I wanted to see more. So, I was torn when Gabe asked if I wanted to be alone with him, but I want him all to myself right now. I need to be alone with him.
When he leads me down a long hallway to a door and swipes a card into the lock, my pulse races with curiosity beneath my skin. The clicking of the lock behind us is the only sound in the darkened room. A large red velvet chaise lounge is in the center of the room next to an end table, with a small mahogany cabinet to the side. My nipples perk up from the temperature in the room.
Just in front of the couch, there’s a frosted window taking up the entire wall, and I turn to Gabe in a panic.
“We’re not fucking while people watch us, Gabe.” Closing my eyes, I count to ten.
Gabe’s soothing hands help bring my breathing back to normal. “Do you really think I would ask you to do that our first time here?”
I open my eyes, relaxing a little and see the sincerity on Gabe’s face. Breathing deeply, I tell him, “Maybe another time.”
Gabe seems like he gets it, because with a gentle kiss, he guides me to the couch and presses a button on the table, causing the glass to become transparent. On the other side is a well-lit round stage with a couch similar to the one we’re sitting on. Two attractive men in button-downs and dress slacks walk in through the door in the dark corner of the room. The one with suspenders and forearm tattoos guides the sweet-looking younger guy to the couch and begins to undress him.
I spread my legs around Gabe’s when he pulls me down by my hips onto his lap, instantly feeling his erection on my assagain. He must feel my heart pounding through my shirt as he guides me to lean back against his chest. My eyes flick to the two men, undressing each other with such heat in their eyes that I can practically see it radiating from them. I’m captivated. Gabe’s warm palms massaging my inner thighs have the air thickening around us, making it harder to breathe.
“They can’t see us, right?” We can see them, and I don’t know how this glass works.
“No, they can’t. It’s too dark in here—and bright in there—for them to see us. And they’re not here to watch us—they want us to watch them,” he says, every word feathering with his breath against my skin.
Almost involuntarily, I begin to grind my ass against his hard cock as I hear the metal clicking sound of my belt unlatching and my zipper opening. Like a missile finding its target, Gabe’s hand on my bare skin detonates my restraint into oblivion. A strained moan leaves my body as I try to stay focused on the trio.
