Rustling from the bed drew my attention, and I watched, rapt, as the dominant of the triad undid the leather piece over the man’s mouth to insert a decent-sized cock gag before sealing his lips closed around the base of the toy. The snaps on the mouth covering clicked into place, and it was a violent burst of spasms from his body as he grew accustomed to the intrusion. All of it fucking his dick deeper into the woman’s throat, her hips moving and tugging, and the cyclical nature of it was truly diabolical. Someone in the crowd came with a sharp cry, and the dominant was back at the woman’s thighs with the flogger again. They laid down stripe after stripe over the purple and red welts, and even though I didn’t know their name, we had the same thought at the same time. The stripes left from the sharp falls were too perfect to do anything less with. The dominant discarded the flogger in favor of a cane, and that was when I heard an almost familiar whimper from the couch to my right.
Smith had made that gentle and scared kind of noise at the shop. After he’d passed out and was coming to in my arms, it was a vulnerable and defenseless kind of thing. He apparently made the same sort of noises when he was turned on because it was surely Smith Covington sitting on the couch at Rapture, his hand down his pants and his eyes wide and focused on the scene across the room.
He quickly grew flustered, fighting the fly of his pants and freeing his cock so he could stroke himself with more room. His dick was proportionate to the rest of him, average length butthick enough his fingers barely wrapped around the middle of it. The tip shined, precum leaking from the tip with every stroke. Again, I pushed down against my own dick, but unlike before, I found little relief.
It was one thing to watch people who knew they were being watched. And he knew he was being watched, I reasoned with myself. He was in a public space at a private club, surrounded by people who were doing the exact same thing as him. He didn’t knowIwas watching him, though—someone who knew him, no matter how casually. It was very close to a breach of trust, but it felt more wrong to make him aware of my presence in the room. I didn’t want to interrupt the scene, and I certainly didn’t want to interrupt him.
Instead, I adjusted my shaft so the tip of my cock pointed upward and stuck out from behind the waistband of my jeans. The A/C blew steadily from a vent overhead, sending a burst of air and violent shiver down my spine. I teased my finger over my slit, pressure knotting at the base of my spine.
God, how long had it been since I’d come?
Frowning, I listened to the couple on the bed writhe around, lost to their own pleasure, but my stare stayed fixed on the man on the couch. He touched himself aggressively, stroking his cock with an overhand pull that had it popping up against his palm with every slide of his hand. If I had Smith’s dick in my hand, I would touch him with much more care than he allowed himself. I would be slow and soft with my attention, teasing an orgasm out of him as opposed to forcing it.
Smith touched himself like he needed to come.
I would have touched him to make sure he wanted it.
Pulling my lips together between my teeth so I didn’t accidentally make a sound, I stared as he worked himself into a frenzy. Sweat beaded against his temple, the sounds from the bed already lost to me. Everyone in the room could have left, andI wouldn’t have even noticed, not as long as Smith stayed put on the couch. Time blurred, but Smith got himself off. Ribbons of white sprayed out of his cock, and he let out a startled gasp, almost like he’d forgotten himself. He tried to catch as much of his cum in his hand as he could, but there was no stopping the pulsing bursts of pleasure as he rode out his orgasm on the couch.
The force of it had caught him off-guard, I wagered, if the flush on his cheeks was any indication. And it was after the initial waves of his pleasure had died down that the reality of his situation began to sink in. I noticed it in the tension of his shoulders, the awkward rest of his cupped palm against his thigh. He had been so lost to himself he didn’t realize what he’d done or where he’d done it, and I…
I wanted him to experience that fully.
Privately.
Instead, I watched him force his still-hard cock back into his pants. He barely managed to pull up the zipper before he climbed off the couch and snuck out of the room with his chin tucked against his chest and his hand still cupped and full. On the bed, the woman came, and I did look over in time to see pulses of pleasure leak out of her cunt as she squirted all over the bed. The dominant had their entire hand inside of her, the woman’s lips gripping tight around their wrist.
Any other night, in any other life, I would have stayed.
But this night in this life, I snuck out of the room and went in search of Smith.
CHAPTER 11
SMITH
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?What the fuck?
Watching that scene would have been one thing, taking my cock out and jerking off in a room full of strangers was another entirely. Thankfully, they were probably all so wrapped up in what was happening they didn’t even notice me, but I noticed me. I’d remember what I’d done.
I ran into the bathroom and shoved my hand under the tap, watching as cum diluted itself around my fingers before running into the drain. Soap was next, scrubbing myself clean with more force than necessary and doing everything possible to ignore the still-erect cock standing between my legs.
Behind me, someone else came into the bathroom and I dropped my head, hoping they would go into a stall and not notice me. But there were no footsteps, no movement, not even the sound of a zipper from someone in front of the urinal. My breath trembled on every exhale, and slowly I forced myself to look up into the mirror. The floor might as well have dropped out from under me as soon as I saw Riggs standing there. Against the handicapped stall with his hood up and his hands shoved into his pockets, his stare unwavering and focused.
On me.
I cleared my throat, turned off the water. “Hi. This is awkward.”
He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in the reflection. “Why is it awkward?”
“Just running into someone I know at a place like this.”
“A place like this?” he asked.
“A sex club.”
“Is there something awkward about having sex?”
“No,” I answered quickly, yanking brown paper towels off the roll mounted on the wall and drying my hands. “I just meant…did you…”
