One Dirty Night

I’d never been into bodily fluids.

Never really paid much attention to how sex conjured a hot, sticky mess.

It was a byproduct that I washed away with the faintest cringe of shame, not something to trip into with an almost primordial need to explore.

Every part of me tingled at the thought of Hunter coming and then Nick pushing inside me a moment later. The slickness not just from me. The thick lubrication caused by another man claiming me, not the man currently rutting into me. Wetness caused by the man watching another fuck me all because he’d had me first and was done.

Freaking hell…

I no longer cared about how I would survive tonight.

I was worried how I would survive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and all the other days combined.

How could I go back to being who I used to be?

Life was meant to be draped in decadence and undisputed passion.

I was ruined for my bland house, my work with diseases, and my frigid, uncommunicative flatmate. I wanted to dance and fuck. I wanted to live in the full potential of my body and die shivering with uncontrollable orgasms.

Letting my hair go, Hunter gave me a heart-winging wink. “I can see that the thought of both of us coming inside you makes you hot. Let’s oblige you, shall we?”

As Hunter dragged us back into a walk, my eyes flickered to the see-through doors.

Behind one, a man led two women around on their hands and knees, their throats collared and leashes binding them to him. In another, a woman deep-throated a man as he stood over her, his face twisted in delirium, his hands buried in her hair as he thrust into her mouth.

Nick muttered something under his breath as we passed yet another door. Another and another. The spectacles we witnessed sent fireworks through my blood and legs wobbling with need.

In the next room, cotton candy poured from a machine meant to satisfy sugar-mad children at the fair, not adults at a sex club. Only, instead of twirling the sugar onto a stick, a man coiled it around his cock. The moment his erection sported a pink, sweet treat, he turned to the woman and man on their knees, their hands cuffed behind them, their bodies adorned with necklaces of popcorn and candy.

He offered the woman first taste, then made her stand while the other man sucked him clean. While he was serviced, his mouth went to the woman’s chocolate-painted breasts and licked lavishly over her nipple before bending down and sticking his tongue directly into her pussy. She flinched as he dragged his tongue up to her belly button and tore at the string of popcorn around her waist with his teeth.

Was his fantasy to turn his sexual partners into eating utensils? And why was I contemplating trying it?

Shit, I was so turned on.

This place was Viagra to the senses. Speed and cocaine and every aphrodisiac known to man ran in my blood thanks to infernal need.

Hunter gripped my hand as he half-dragged, half-guided me deeper and deeper, arrowing toward the final door at the end.

My heart galloped as I looked at Nick, his palm sweaty against mine.

Our eyes locked. His jaw clenched. His forehead furrowed as if he hated me all over again for dragging him into this dark, wickedly depraved night.

Was he having second thoughts?

Would he use this to hurt me tomorrow?

I couldn’t read him; my gaze dropped to his mouth.

His lips pursed, and dammit, I wanted him to kiss me. Fuck me. Ruin me.

When I looked back up, his eyes burned brighter than any flame, completely green with no trace of hazel. A heavy kind of lust. The deepest kind of want.

Hunter finally came to a stop as he reached into his pocket.

All three of us stood panting, glaring at the final door.

See-through but black inside as if no one had turned on the lights.