Friends With Benefits (25 page)

At the top, she stuttered to a stop, and he caught himself in time to avoid bumping into her. Through the set of doors straight ahead, he could see an older couple with a younger woman making out on the couch. The man sat with one arm spread out along the back of a brown leather love seat, his head flung back, while a woman, whom Connor assumed to be his wife, knelt between his legs, giving him a blow job. The younger woman snuggled next to him, flicking her tongue over his nipples, on display between the lapels of his suit jacket and unbuttoned white dress shirt.

Tyler grabbed Angela’s hand and tugged her down the hall to the right. Connor followed. They passed a small crowd of people gathered at an open doorway. Connor peaked over their heads to see a group of four splayed out on a bed. One woman lay on her back, head turned to the side, licking a guy’s balls, while the other woman went down on her, and the second guy fucked her from behind. He could hear their groans and grunts, and the slap of bare flesh as guy number two picked up speed.

“Do you want to watch this, or try another room?”

Connor looked down at Angela to assess her reaction to Tyler’s question. Her wide eyes, startled expression, and the O-shape of her mouth almost made him laugh out loud. “Why don’t we check out the other areas,” he suggested.

“Um, sure, OK,” she whispered.

Putting his hands on her shoulders, Connor turned her body so they could continue on their journey, but her head stayed glued to the right, her eyes stuck on the scene playing out on the other side of the wall. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Does the idea of being in there, being watched, excite you?”

She trembled beneath his touch. “I…I don’t know.”

“I’d love to have other people watching us,” he said. His cock hardened inside his pants. “But, there’s plenty more to see.”

He managed to get her feet to move, hurrying a few steps to catch up with Tyler, who waited for them at the door at the end of this hall.

“Here’s a room where we can sit and watch a scene being played out.”

“What do you mean a scene?”

“People will conduct a mild scene. Almost like a play. Often, it’s a Dom and his sub, or multiples of either. Whoever is in control has a plan in mind for what he or she wants to do and they make it happen. I don’t expect they would last too long, but allowing enough time to build up the sexual tension until they achieve their goal. People watch them. It can be very erotic.”

“I thought that stuff happened downstairs.”

“Up here is lighter play—to give people a taste of it. The more serious scenes happen in The Vault.”

“How do you know all this?”

Connor couldn’t sense if she was curious or concerned about her husband’s knowledge.

“When I ran into Scott and Tammy at the bar, we had a quick chat.”

“Oh. Well, um…I think I’d like to see that. I mean, I’ve never thought about it, but I think it would be interesting.”

Connor’s deep chuckle resonated through his chest, and fell from his lips. The other two turned, questioning looks on their faces. Between Tyler’s memorized-speech approach to feeling her out, and Angela sounding as though she were considering which type of movie to see or book to read, he couldn’t help but laugh. He’d bet his paycheck any of the acts she’d see here, would make her wet and horny as hell.

“OK,” Tyler said. “Let’s go in then.”

Before Tyler could react, the door opened and two people wandered out—an attractive middle-aged coupled in their mid-to-late forties. The man wore black leather pants and a tight black cotton shirt. The woman wore a dark-purple, sleeveless dress with a plunging neckline. She was attractive, but had fake boobs—or so Connor assumed because he thought they looked too perky for her age. The guy had a young Sean Connery thing going for him.

“They’re setting up for a new scene, if you’re interested.” The man spoke to Tyler, but his gaze roved over Angela, pausing at her breasts before continuing down to her painted toes. The wife checked out both Connor and Tyler. Then Connor noticed a quick subtle exchange between the two.

“If you’re interested in sharing,” the woman said, “let us know.”

“Not tonight, but thank you,” Tyler responded. Connor nodded as the two passed him, the woman turning to check him out from behind.

“Connor?” Angela’s soft question caught his attention. “You coming?”

“You think I’d miss out on an opportunity to watch you watch somebody else doing something kinky? Not on your life, honey. In fact, I’m guessing you’ll be so turned on by what you see that you’ll be begging us to fuck you before we leave the premises.”

Angela’s eyes grew big and round. Her pupils darkened.

“Sweetheart,” Connor went on, “once we’re in there, you let us know if you need any…assistance…and we’ll be more than happy to ensure you’re taken care of.”

“In here? We can’t do anything in here. We’re here to watch another couple.”

“Angela, in this building, we can do pretty much what we want, almost anywhere we want.” He crowded in close, pushing her back up against Tyler’s wall of a chest. “If you feel the need to let us take you in there, in the dark, while that other couple does their thing, say the word. The only rule is you have to be quiet. We wouldn’t want to interrupt the performers.”

* * *

Interrupt the performers? Angela had no real clue about what she’d see, but she had no plans to let Connor or Tyler have sex with her in a room among other people. No way.

They entered a dark theater-style room, with a raised platform stage at one end. At the moment, heavy burgundy curtains closed it off, but she sensed people moving behind them. The rest of the floor held a variety of short sofas and a credenza stood against the wall on either side. Candles flickered, giving off a soft scent of vanilla, offering just enough light to allow the voyeurs in the room to find a seat. Wall sconces offered additional lighting, but they too were dimmed.

Angela could see stacks of what looked like white hand towels on one end of each credenza with a wicker basket beside them. From where she stood, she couldn’t see what the baskets contained.

A few people lounged in the seating, waiting and talking in hushed tones. Tyler tugged her along behind him to a soft, plush love seat where he settled her between him and Connor. They had a central view of the stage. She realized the seating had been staggered to afford everyone an optimum view.

More people filed in. It would seem people liked to watch this sort of thing. The room was more than half full when the curtains opened, lighting up the stage before them and plunging their side of the room into darkness.

Angela stifled a gasp. A woman, whom she guessed to be in her mid-to-late thirties, lay lengthwise and face down on what appeared to be a workout bench, facing away from the audience. She wore a blindfold and nothing else. What looked like blue rope tied her hands down along the front legs of the bench. Her legs straddled it, exposing her pussy and ass to the audience, her ankles bound to the bench with red rope.

At her head stood a muscular, gorgeous specimen of a man with military-short dark hair. A second man, stood near her rear, just as impressive, with longer blond hair. Both were tall, broad in the chest, and wore tight leather pants that hugged their thighs. And it wasn’t only their chests that were impressive.

The first man rubbed his crotch and leered down at the woman. The second walked over to a table against the wall. A number of items lay there. Angela couldn’t make them out from her vantage point, but he picked up something that resembled a horse’s tail. Turning to face the crowd, he held the grip in one hand and pulled the strands through his other. Reaching the end, he jerked his wrists out, snapping it taught. Angela gulped.

He made the few short strides required to place him back near the bound woman. Standing at her side, holding his arm straight out over her back, he trailed the wisps of leather down the length of her spine. Not much more than the very tips grazed her skin. She twitched. Did it tickle? Angela held her breath, as did everyone else in the room. Not a whisper disturbed the silence.

When the man lifted his arm back and flicked his wrist, the whirl whistled through the room as the strands circled and fell, slapping against the woman’s back. Angela expected the smack of leather on flesh to elicit a screech of pain. Instead, a light slap reached her ears. The woman shivered in response.

He alternated between soft swats and dragging the tails over her back. He never aimed for the same spot twice in a row. When he started increasing the speed and the impact, Angela tensed, waiting for the woman to cry out. But, instead, she moaned and arched into the touch as much as her bonds allowed.

Angela shifted her attention to the dark-haired man. He had released his cock from his pants and stroked his length mere inches from the woman’s face. From where they sat, Angela could see her nostrils flare. In excitement? Or, could she smell him?

Intent on the scene playing before them, Angela barely registered her men beside her, though she felt their hands trailing up and down her thighs.

The woman’s gasp drew her back to see the blond flick the tails against her pussy. Then he bent down until he was eye level with her ass and pushed a finger into the woman’s vagina, pumping it in and out with ease. Then two fingers.

The scent of the woman’s arousal wafted from the stage down to the viewers. Angela imagined she heard the woman’s juices as she sucked the man’s fingers into her body. She could feel her own begin to flow, and she spread her legs a little.

When the man flipped the flogger around and pushed the handle inside the woman’s pussy, using it like a dildo, Angela’s low moan echoed the woman’s.

The man standing near the woman’s head, stepped forward, and grabbed hold of her hair. “Open,” he commanded.

Angela wanted to open her mouth too. The man urged his hard length into the woman’s waiting mouth, shoving all the way, stopping when his balls tapped against her chin. He patted her hair, his gentle stroking a direct contrast to his rough entry. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he held her face still, pulled his hips back and then edged forward, again. He continued to fuck her mouth in firm, long strokes, going deep every time. She moaned around this cock.

The other guy fucked her pussy with the flogger.

“No coming, darling. Not until I say so.”

The woman whined with her mouth full, pushing back against the intrusion. The man with the flogger slapped her ass hard enough to leave a clear, red hand print. She wiggled her rear.

Tyler drew circles on Angela’s thigh, working his way closer to her crotch. Connor did the same on the other leg. It worked to distract her. How they managed to do that and still concentrate on what the three people were doing astonished her. She had to focus on one or the other. Maybe that’s how they managed to remove her thong without her knowing until they each dragged one of her legs to hang over theirs, spreading her wide open. She knew she was about to go against her earlier pledge, regardless of the fact that they were in a room full of strangers.

“Suck my cock.”

On the stage, the man removed the flogger. The woman whimpered.

The one thrusting his cock in her mouth tapped her cheek. “Never mind what he’s doing. I didn’t say you could stop.”

The blond man undid his pants, removed his own shaft and snuggled up close to her behind. Without preamble, he grabbed the woman’s hips and rammed inside her. The two men now owned her. One in her mouth, the other in her pussy. They fucked her hard. Pounding into her from both ends, their thrusts rocking her body forward and back between them. Tied to the bench, she could do nothing but take it. Her groans echoed around the room, mingled with their male grunts. The scent of sex filled the air.

Angela stole a glance around the room. More than half the couples engaged in some form of discreet sexual act. Additional people had crowded into the room and lined the walls. She happened to snag the heated look of a tall bald man. He winked.

Tyler’s fingers probed her. First one, then two pushed their way inside. “God, baby, you’re sopping wet,” he whispered in her ear.

She had no idea watching this would turn her on so much, or so quick.

“Connor, feel this.” Tyler removed his hand so Connor could cop a feel. He growled low in his throat.

When Connor tugged her hair, forcing her to turn and look at him, Angela almost whimpered herself. But then his tongue forced its way past her lips. She sucked on it while Tyler pumped his fingers in and out of her, his entry and withdrawal slow but purposeful. Then Connor reached down, and tapped her clit.

She almost exploded. Good God. Receiving visual, audio, and physical stimulation at the same time catapulted her close to the edge much sooner than she’d expected.

“It’s OK to come, Angie.” Tyler’s whisper tickled her ear. She let her head drop back. Connor attacked her exposed throat, navigating straight to the sensitive spot below her ear. He continued to play with her clit while her husband fucked her with his fingers. Then they each latched onto her neck. One on each side.

Overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations, she vibrated. A hard masculine grunt came from the lower half of the room, followed by a keening wail. It would seem the woman had finally been given permission to come.

Angela followed suit. As she opened her mouth, Tyler tilted her chin his way and captured her lips with his, swallowing her cry.

Connor eased up, but didn’t remove his hand. Tyler slowed the thrusting of his fingers. Both came to complete rest when she stopped mewling and slumped back into the softness of the leather.

She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, but when she opened her eyes, the room had emptied except for them and the threesome on the stage. The woman, untied and blindfold removed, sat on the blond man’s lap while he smoothed his hands up and down her arms and legs, as though warming her. Her head lay back on his shoulders. She looked exhausted, but a smile of satisfaction played around her mouth. The dark-haired guy glanced up and caught Angela’s stare. A grin quirked across his lips.