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I didn’t know, nor cared, whether her moan was genuine, but her puckered nipples and hot skin were enough to have me believe it might be. I licked down her stomach, pausing at her navel. She shuffled up the bed, I moved slightly up while Mackenzie rearranged himself to kneel behind me. It was all so fluid; there was no awkwardness in repositioning ourselves. He fingered my arse and I licked her clitoris. Her scent, her taste, blew my mind. She was sweet yet with a slight metallic tang. The texture against my tongue as I inserted it inside her was like nothing I’d experienced before. Hot spongy flesh demanded my tongue delve deeper. She raised her hips, giving me a betterangle.
I felt Mackenzie’s mouth on my lower back; he’d sunk his teeth into my skin, licking his biteafterwards.
I raised my head slightly, angling it towards him. “Fuck me,” Isaid.
He didn’t question, nor waste time retrieving a condom. Within seconds he was inside me, and the fullness of him, the scrape of his ridged cock against my walls after the softness of her tongue, had me spiralling. I licked, I sucked and she moaned. I watched her raise her hands above her head and grip the headboard. Her head rolled back slightly, and her delicate mouth opened as shegasped.
Something clicked inside me; I lost control and all sense of responsibility. I didn’t care what I did; I wanted it all. I wanted him, and I wanted her. I wanted to be fucked every way he could, and I wanted to fuckhim.
I raised my head and shifted my body forwards; he had no choice to pull out ofme.
“Lie down,” I said. For the first time in my life I was taking control, I was calling the shots, demanding andtaking.
He slid down the bed and I looked over to her. “I think we need to fuck him,” Isaid.
I had no idea where the words had come from, and I didn’t recognise the husky voice that had producedthem.
The conspiratorial smile between us made me tingle. We were two women, who knew what they wanted, and were about to take it. I slid my legs across his waist, and I watched as she crawled down the bed and slid across hisface.
“Lauren…” hesaid.
“Relax, just feel. I want to watch you fuck her with yourtongue.”
This wasn’t me; someone had taken over my body, my mind. Years of mindless, boring sex had me behaving like an animal, like a slut, and I loved every second ofit.
The sound he made as he licked her, the sounds she produced when he did caused my core to tighten further. I lowered myself gently onto his cock. I closed my eyes and listened. Flesh collided with flesh; the scent of sex filled the room, and the sounds of moans reverberated through me. I rode him hard. I felt her lips on mine, as he licked her. While I rode him, we shared a gentle and tender kiss. The contradiction of that wasn’t lost onme.
When I’d come again, he tried to lift me off him by raising his hips, but I wanted his cum inside me. I wanted to raise my body from his and feel it run down my thighs. He cried out my name as his body shuddered and his stomach tensed. He pumped his cum inside me, his cock pulsing as he did. I felt every single minutemovement.
She raised herself from his face. He’d slumped back on the bed, trying to get his breathing under control. His chin glistened. She placed her hand on the side of my face and mouthed twowords.
“Thankyou.”
She climbed from the bed, pulled a robe from the floor, and wrapped herself in it. She left usalone.
The silence was interrupted by his growl, a sound that had the hairs on my neck stand on end. He sat up, he reached for me, grabbing my shoulder and pushing me sideways until I fell. He positioned himself above me, and he fucked me again. I couldn’t even begin to think where he’d gotten the energy from, how he was able to produce another hard-on after so many orgasms, but he had. My legs trembled and all strength left me. He raised one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist; he repeated his action with the other. I couldn’t do it myself. While he pumped his cock inside me, the cum from his previous orgasm slid down to myarse.
Our bodies were slick with sweat. My hair had stuck to my forehead. He fucked me hard as if punishing me. He held my hands above my head, not caring that he hurt my wrists. There was not a shred of emotion, of tenderness, on his face. He was devoid of all feeling as he gave me whatheneeded. He’d lost control earlier; he was taking itback.
I think I passed out from the orgasm that tore me apart. I know I screamed; I heard him scream out, too. I know I cried, sobbed even. I felt tears run down my face and when he kissed me, I felt the wetness of his own tears on hischeeks.
We’d gone beyond the game; we’d crossed so far over the boundary there was no wayback.
* * *
Ihadno concept of time, other than I heard birds chirping outside the window, and dawn was breaking when I woke. Mackenzie was asleep beside me and the bedclothes were a tangled mess beneath us. I looked at him and let more tears roll down my cheeks. I felt guilt that I had enjoyed every second of being fucked by another woman, shame that I had fucked her back. I felt embarrassed that I’d wanted him so desperately I’d done whatever he hadinstigated.
I gently rolled from the bed and padded to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me. I didn’t want the sound of a shower running to disturb him; instead I filled the sink and washed her, him, and me from my body. I dressed as quietly as I could, threw my dress and shoes in my overnight bag. I left the suit carrier, deeming it too bulky to carrymyself.
Then Iran.
I left the hotel, not caring that my hair wasn’t brushed and in knots. It was too early for other guests to be up and about. I wanted to kiss the doorman for having a taxi arrive so quickly, and I was taken to the nearest train station, where I waited. I think I was in shock, my body moved on autopilot as I climbed aboard the carriage. I curled into a corner seat for the one and a half hour journey to LondonVictoria.
I tried to stop the shaking. I closed my eyes against the memories and the tears that threatened to fall. I was so cold and without a coat. A half-hour into the journey, I heard my phone ring. I ignored it and it went to voice mail. It immediately rang again, then again. I heard the beep of text messages. I pulled it from my bag and switched it to silent. Mackenzie had rung me three times; he continued to ring as I held the phone in my hand. I read histexts.
Lauren, where areyou?
Call me, please. I’m fuckingworried.
