Shade touches my elbow in a comforting way.
“Calm down, Alli Cat,” he murmurs. “I know you trust me. I wouldn’t do anything that I know you wouldn’t like.”
“Well, what if you don’t know that I wouldn’t like it?” I challenge.
I eye the other man. He’s tall. Dark. Handsome. My exact type. But still.
My heart pounds.
“I’m not doing a threesome,” I tell Shade.
“And I’m not either,” he answers. “You just came back from a business trip, right? And so I assume that you’re a little tense. Every woman likes a good massage. And Tyler here just happens to be a certified masseuse. I’m going to blindfold you. Tyler is going to massage you. And I’m going to do…other things to you. You’re going to feel a bunch of hands on you and even though I’ll be the only ha**ng s*x with you, it won’t seem like it. It’s a safe way to get all the excitement of a threesome, without the actual threesome.”
I eye him.
I have to admit, I like the idea. It’s naughty. And it might be just what I need as a distraction.
“You’re the only one who will be ha**ng s*x with me?” I ask.
Shade nods. “Of course. I’m not sharing you, Alli Cat.”
His words comfort me. And at this moment, I realize that I’ve allowed him to become my crutch. He’s my safe comfort. I pay him to do what I want. I’m controlling the situation which means that I might be limiting my life. But I shake the troublesome thoughts away. I’ll worry about that later. Right now, I have a fake threesome to attend to.
“Take off your clothes and put this blind-fold on,” Shade says. “Then lie on the bed.”
Tyler smiles at me from across the room and he’s gorgeous. In all honesty, I can’t wait for him to touch me. His hands are long and sexy…just my type of hands.
My heart pounds.
I’m definitely going to burn in hell.
But that doesn’t stop me from stripping off my clothes and climbing on the bed buck-ass na**d before pulling on the blindfold.
Almost immediately, Tyler is sliding hot oil on my skin and I don’t even have to worry about it staining the sheets because it isn’t my bed. And it feels amazing. He’s murmuring to me about how fit I am, how beautiful I am. He rubs my shoulders, my arms, my calves. He pays close attention to the tension in my neck and I lean into his hands.
“Tyler, I think I love you,” I say. He laughs softly and moves down to my thighs.
And then I feel another set of hands.
They caress my belly before lips follow suit. Kisses are trailed across my abdomen, up to my neck and back down to my thighs. Tyler continues to rub me and pretty soon, all of the hands seem to run together, just like Shade said that that they would.
It’s naughty.
It’s erotic.
It’s amazing.
I moan a little and Shade bends to my ear.
“Do you like it, Alli Cat?” he whispers. As he does, he slips a finger inside of me. At least, I’m pretty sure it is him. I know it is, but it is fun to tell myself that it might be Tyler.
I nod. “Yes,” I whisper.
It’s so unbelievably sexy and hot to know that Shade is fingering me in front of another man. I can’t even believe how turned on it makes me. And how willing I am to let him do it. It looks like there certainly is a cougar buried in me. It just took her a few years to come out.
Shade’s tongue is lapping at my br**sts, then he kisses my neck before I feel the weight of his strong body on top of mine. I grip his hips, which flex beneath my fingers.
There is a rustle of foil, which surprises me because I can still feel Tyler rubbing me…my calves, my thighs, my hips.
And then Shade is against me and then in me. I gasp, and buck against him. Tyler is still rubbing me, fondling me, caressing me. Hands are everywhere.
Shade slides in…then out. In…then out. It’s excruciatingly slow, but it allows me to focus on the way Tyler is caressing me, too. It’s unbelievably erotic.
“I’m going to hell,” I mutter into Shade’s ear.
He laughs.
“Well, if that’s true, then we’d better make it worth it.”
He pulls out and flips me over, onto my hands and knees.
As he does, there is a mouth on my breast….a mouth that can’t possibly be Shade since he is behind me. I gasp as a tongue circles my nipple, then slides it into a mouth. A faceless mouth, but a mouth that I am sure is Tyler’s.
“Anytime you want to stop, say pineapple,” Shade reminds me.
I nod but remain silent.
Because I like it.
Because I am a shameless, shameless hussy. The naughtiness of this situation is thrilling.
One set of hands grips my hips, pulling me into his own as he slides in and out of me. Shade. The other set of hands caresses me everywhere, setting all of my nerve endings on fire. Tyler.
Oh, lord I am a dirty, dirty woman.
“Say my name,” Shade instructs me.
“Shade,” I cry out as he plunges deep inside.
“Say it louder,” he tells me. I can see only the velvet blackness of the blindfold as I do what he says.
“Shade!” I shout. My breath is ragged, my voice is harsh.
And it only takes me two more minutes to come because there is a set of hands down below, rubbing circles on BB, who incidentally, is crowing silently in delight. She’s a bigger hussy than I am, apparently.
I fall limply to the bed and then pull my blindfold off.
Tyler is lying behind me, Shade is lying in front of me. I am lying in the middle of two beautiful and young men. I feel like a painting from ancient Greece titled Woman in the middle of an orgy. The room might as well go up in flames now so that I can get used to the fires of hell. I sigh and curve into Shade’s body.
“Well, I asked for kinky,” I say wryly.
“And you know that we have a 100% customer satisfaction policy here at Utopia,” Shade grins, a lazy smile that makes BB perk to attention again already. Like I said, BB is a shameless hussy. “I wouldn’t want you to ask for your money back.”
I laugh, but his words only serve to remind me once again that I am paying him. I am controlling the situation. I am closing myself to real opportunities that might exist for me out in the real world.