Page 99 of Taking Turns

A hand slips over my ass, right between my legs.

“You’re wet, Chella,” Smith says through the mic.

Is he the one touching me?

I stumble, but many hands are there to stop me from falling. Four hands, in fact. One slips between my legs again, one is squeezing my left breast. A mouth is on my lips, another on my neck. A knee pushes between my legs, forcing them open as I’m pressed up against a wall.

I am breathing so hard, Smith’s voice says, “Shhh, Chella. Just relax. You’re fine.”

I nod my head, but I’m still being kissed. My tongue is twisting with someone’s. Bric’s? Since Smith was talking to me? Is Smith’s hand between my legs? A finger pushes into my pussy and I groan.

The kissing stops and the hand on my breast comes up to my cheek to stroke it gently.

“Do you like that?” Smith asks in my head.

“Yes,” I say. I reach up for him. Find my hand placed against a jaw, slightly stubbled. But both Bric and Smith had a light dusting of stubble on their faces this evening.

One of them kisses me as the hand in my pussy goes away. One on my hip follows, and then there are only two hands. One man walks away, leaving my skin too cool where there was just heat.

“Are you ready?” Smith asks into the mic.

“Yes,” I say.

I am led once again. I count the steps and when I get to twenty-one, I am guided to the left, then forward ten more steps, until my knees bump into the soft edge of a mattress.

“Crawl onto the bed, Chella,” Smith says.

I lean forward, placing my hands on the soft comforter, and then my knees, as I begin to crawl.

“Stop,” Smith commands. “Lie on your back, Chella. And then be very still for me, please.”

Holy fuck. But I do as he asks. My legs straight, my arms at my sides. My blind eyes staring up.

One of them removes my shoe, taking time to caress my calf. I moan and the heat between my legs builds.

The other shoe comes off with just as much careful attention. This time he caresses my inner thigh. All the way up to my pussy. The mattress dips as he straddles me, one knee on each side of my thighs.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Smith says. “Kiss me back.”

His body leans over me. His jacket is gone. Only the soft cotton of his white dress shirt touches my breasts as his mouth softly caresses mine.

I kiss him back. We start slow at first. His hands on my breasts again. His tongue searching for a way inside me.

I open my mouth and there’s a moment when we stop to just… taste each other.

And then there is no more hesitation. My hands are in his hair. My mouth can’t keep close enough, even though his lips are crushing mine. Our tongues are twisting together and he begins to rock his cock against my stomach.

He pulls away, and my head tries to follow, desperate for more. Not wanting to break contact, not even for a moment.

“Do you feel my cock?” Smith asks, dipping his hips down so he’s rubbing me. He sits up and takes my hand, placing it over his thick, hard dick. “Take me out, Chella. Take me out and stroke me.”

I release his button, then pull his zipper down. His dick, holy shit. I picture it the way it was the other night. So hard, peeking through his open zipper in the Club. “I want to suck it,” I say.

“We’ll get there,” Smith says with a small chuckle. “But first, Bric wants you to suffer. He’s sitting in the chair, beating off already. You make him hot, do you know that? Do you know how badly he wants to fuck you right now, but he can’t? Not until I’m done, anyway.”

“You’re the one on top of me?” I ask.

“What do you think?” he asks. His hand wraps around mine, making me squeeze him harder. He helps me jerk him off. “Is this my hard cock? Or someone else’s?”