Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Then he surprises me with a kiss to my cheek and a murmur in my ear. “Have fun tonight, Av. I know I’m going to in The Silo tonight.”
An unbidden, maybe even unwelcomed, throb hits me between my legs at the thought of Dane in The Silo. It was beyond surreal the way Andrew and I watched each other Friday night, but in reality, we didn’t see much in the way of details. There was a woman in front of him obscuring his goods, and Kynan was definitely covering most of me. The intensity of sharing that experience was all in the face and how that pleasure manifested itself there.
I don’t even think to say goodbye to Dane as he pushes past me, although I do turn to briefly watch him walk through the doors that lead to the back rooms. When he’s gone, I turn back to my wine and sip at it lightly for a few minutes as I turn to stare at the liquor bottles behind the shelf to discourage anyone from coming to talk to me.
Dane watched me that night as well. He was somewhere in a private room, watching on a video. Tonight, he didn’t act affronted or weirded out by it. Oddly, for the man who didn’t want to invite me here to begin with, he seems completely okay with me being here now.
I also wonder if that means he’s as open to me watching him as I apparently am to the way he watched me, because it never crossed my mind to chastise him for that or worry it would impact the friendship.
Tilting the glass to my mouth, I take one last swallow of wine before pushing the half-empty cup away from me. I don’t need any fortification, letting my power and initiative drive me forward. Snagging my clutch off the bar top, I turn toward the doors that will lead me to The Silo.
♦
I’d only been in this room once that first night I came here, and it was only to watch the action. But this room out of all of them fascinates me beyond measure. It’s circular with glassed-in rooms around the perimeter where people can have sex. There are fetish rooms, rooms with sex machines, and even rooms that are just mattresses or other furniture to have sex on. It’s where people who want to put on a show and draw a crowd go. The purpose is to titillate and spread the lust around a little.
My eyes scan the rooms, which are all in use. The first room has a raised dais with a silk-covered mattress. In the center are three men having sex. One on his hands and knees while he gets fucked from behind and sucks the other guy’s dick. They’re all three gorgeous, ripped, and tattooed, and I spend a few minutes watching because it’s erotic as well for some reason.
But then I move along the perimeter, checking out the other occupants. I’m intrigued by the one of a woman suspended from a harness in the ceiling while two guys fuck her at the same time, one to her front and the other from behind. As I tilt my head, I realize that both of their cocks are in her pussy at the same time and my eyes go round with the realization that it can happen.
I had no clue.
My eyes go to the woman’s face. She is completely blissed out, moaning and screaming and begging for them to go harder.
Damn… I feel a surge of wetness hit my panties, and I become instantly inflamed with lust.
I spin around, looking at the other patrons in the room. Most are mingling, a few are fucking on some of the couches, or even up at the bar. I don’t see Dane, so I continue to walk the perimeter of the rooms, checking out the other inhabitants.
All of it inciting within me a burning need for something.
And then I see him.
Dane… in one of the rooms with a woman and another man.
Dane Hawthorne, my best friend and business partner… gloriously naked with chiseled muscles and a very erect and impressively huge cock. I stare at it without an ounce of contrition. He’s stroking it languorously while he watches the other man and woman fuck for a little bit. The guy is on his back and the woman’s riding him with abandon. Dane watches the couple, his eyes burning with hunger.
I step up to the glassed window, completely unabashed to be watching. There are others watching same as me, and it’s only fair… seeing as how Dane watched me Friday night.
Dane is pure male perfection as he walks over to the couple and kneels behind the woman. From out of nowhere, he has a condom on and a bottle of lube in his hand. With a large palm to the woman’s back, he pushes her forward until her hands hit the mattress by the other man’s shoulders.