Sex has never this big, life-changing thing for me. I've had a couple long-ish relationship, drunken one night stands I don't care to remember, and the occasional hook up that should've never happened in the first place. With the exception of a few close relationships, sex has always been a means to an end. Whether I was horny or in need of some companionship—sometimes both—someone just as desperate would always be there to scratch that itch. Sometimes even multiple people if I was in the right mood. Then I would go about my daily routine, taking care of my needs with the help of a trusty rabbit, until I craved that all too familiar touch; seeking it out in some hyped up club or an obnoxiously loud and packed frat party. I've had some really great sex and some...not so great, but never has it been this mind-blowing thing for me. That is until I met him.
The thing is, I wasn't even supposed to go to that party. At first I turned down the invitation from my friend, making up some lame excuse about studying and still recovering from the bar the previous night. I only accepted my friend's nagging requests to go with her when I found out the party was hosted by the infamous wealthy kid; my piqued curiosity getting the best of me. Hey, she wasn't any better. I found out weeks later she just wanted to go to potentially hook up with a guy she'd been chasing after for most of the year. We all had our reasons to go to that party; some shallow and some not so shallow, but mine was never to find someone who would completely change my ideas of love and relationships forever.
We're not a perfect couple by any stretch of the imagination, but our relationship works for us. We love each other, we communicate, and are open and honest with each other. Plus he's fucking hot, the conversations are great, and the sex is pretty damn awesome, so...you know...add those to the pro side of the list. All in all, if it came down to it, I would be incredibly happy just being with him in what society deems to be a "normal relationship".
However, normal...never really been our thing.
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As open as most of the floor plan was for Rush, through secret doors and down long, darker corridors of the upper floor hid smaller rooms for the members to seek out and explore; some comparatively tamer than others. Each room varied in size and decor; from old world elegance to sleek and modern to a futuristic playground and everything in between. The masquerade of it all was beginning to wind down, but the majority of the upper floor was still packed with members enjoying all the main areas and all of the secluded rooms.
The majority of the members still had their masks on, wanting to prolong the fantasy, but some did opt to take them off while they had the freedom to do so. Down on the first floor, Rush strictly prohibited any patron or member from taking off their masks, but allowed members to take them off on the upper floors. This was to ensure the anonymity and privacy of everyone while still giving members an option if they do choose to.
The low lights from various antique fixtures casted a reddish golden glow around the room, beautifully decorated to look like a vintage french parlor. Smoke, sex and that uniquely Rush scent engulfed the room, encapsulating the gathering group of members watching one of the current shows of four women slowly eating each other out. Their bodies looked rather uncomfortable tangled amongst each other, looking as if they fell into their current positions on the cozy makeshift bed. However, from the loud pitch of their muffled moans, I doubt any of them really cared about the weird positions they were in.
Fuck, he looked hot with his cock in her mouth. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, and his soft breaths passed through his parted lips. Her soft pink lips were wrapped tightly around his cock; well paced bobs of her head caused him to grab onto a large chunk of her honeyed curls. She seemed to really enjoy this from her muffled moans and her French tipped nails scraping down his bare thighs.
An open bottle of Moet in a silver ice pail sat idle on the low antique wood table between us; condensation forming on the thick green glass. Two empty champagne glasses also sat on the table next to a half eaten cheese board with Lorde's brooding voice flowing through speakers situated around the open area. I would never in a million years mind a quiet Saturday night at home, watching Netflix and chilling under the covers with him. However, watching him get a blowjob from a gorgeous model while I sipped on expensive champagne as her equally gorgeous significant other fingered my already wet pussy, wasn't a bad situation to be in either.
I smirked from behind the champagne glass as I caught the attention of those dark and hooded eyes. They were an even better site to see them gazing at me from across the seating area; the passionate stare warming my body more than any champagne flowing throughout my body could ever do. His raspy groan carried across the room when her tongue slowly dragged along the underside of his cock, just before moving down to suck his swollen balls. She then wrapped her small hand around the base and leisurely jacked him off; small beads of precum spurting slowly from the reddened tip.
"Who do you want to be?"
"Either," I said, moaning as the dark eyes slowly averted down to watch her tongue lick the dripping pearls. "Both."
Michael chuckled, his fingers slowly teasing my clit. "You know, she's talked about the two of you before?"
"She has?"
"I wasn't at the agency at the time she met you. But, when we really got to know each other, she told me about the two of you."
"Did you know at the time you knew one of us?" I asked, setting my empty glass on the end table next to me.
"Kind of," Michael said, turning into me when my hand splayed over the bulge in his pants. "You didn't sounds familiar at all, obviously since I hadn't met you yet. But when she described him, something about it sounded a little familiar. Never thought it actually would be someone I knew."
I let out a shuddered breath and watched his eyes again meet mine from across the room, biting my lip at the sexy grin that appeared when I opened my legs a little more. His eyes moved down and watched Michael's fingers continue their slow torture on my wet pussy. "It's a small world I guess."
Another moan left my lips when I felt the little nip of Michael's teeth on the outer shell of my ear. "Yeah it is," he said and placed tender kisses across my neck.
The groans underneath my ear and soft bites sent a shiver down my spine, prolonging it with a graze of his rough thumb over my hardened nipple. My hand slowly massaged the growing bulge in his pants, feeling the soft leather of his belt against my forearm; fleeting thoughts of another belt passing through my mind. I wanted to watch him completely come undone, relish in the groans and sharp breaths caused by her, but my eyes finally slid shut when Michael slipped two of his fingers inside me. Fuck, he was good at this.
My foot kicked the leg of the table as I slipped my heels off, catching the attention of him. Loud drunken laughter, low chatter, and a variety of sexual clamor was heard all around the room, including some distant moaning yells from outside the doors. It was not uncommon for members to continue their playful trysts right out in the halls. The sound of a loud bang against the stark white walls, a soft thud to the white marbled floors. Sex was everywhere in Rush, you couldn't escape it. Not that anyone was really trying to. We all craved it, embraced it here. We all found relief here from the monotonous daily grind, found solace here from the pressures of social expectations, and found support here to go about our lives the way we truly wanted to live them.
At this very moment, I was getting finger-fucked by the friend of the only person I could pretty much see spending the rest of my life with while he was intently watching the whole debauched scene from across room, getting an amazing blowjob from said friend's significant other. None of us were jealous or cheating or embarrassed. Instead, we were enjoying each other, indulging and losing ourselves to the sexually charged moment.
Michael's eyes widened when I pushed him back onto the couch, but his face instantly changed when I climbed into his lap and kissed him. It was different than his, though, not in a bad way. It just wasn't him. But, in some weird way, it made me want him even more. I craved his lips, his touch, his scent all around me. Those delicious groans in my ear, hands dragging over me, lips and tongue teasing me down to my very soul. I needed him, but I also wanted them.
His hands hesitated slightly on the loose tie around my waist. "Don't think," I moaned into his mouth, my teeth nibbling his bottom lip. "Just feel. Look at them. Look around you."
We both turned to see her sliding a condom down his cock, aimlessly chatting about something we couldn't hear due to all of the noise. Soft laughter could be seen between the two as he spread out onto the vintage cream tapestry French sofa, helping her to straddle his hard cock. One of the staff members walked behind the couch to one of the large fireplaces throughout the room, tending to the fire as she slid down onto him; moans loudly coming from both of them.
I turned my head and leaned down, my tongue slowly tracing the shell of his ear. "Doesn't it make you want her even more?" I said in a whisper so quiet, I'd be surprised if he even heard me. The tie was gone in an instant, along with my robe, his shirt and the leather belt. All of it thrown haphazardly onto the hardwood floor as he pulled me into his rough kiss.
The crescendo of moans and murmurs swelled to a deafening pitch as the women came in writhing succession. Onlookers watched from various vantage points while others participated with the women, reaching their high along with them. Long legs tangled together, hands petting over sensitive areas, and lips fully consumed in one another; the waves of their orgasms dissipating amongst gawking eyes. When the show was complete, they climbed gracefully off the rumpled bed, seamlessly making way for the next act.
A low, sensual jazzy intro played as a large male climbed onto the bed, face down and spread out, waiting for what was to come. White stilettos clicked on the wooden floor, signaling the entrance of a very tall woman, clad in low hung white leather pants that looked almost painted on, and a matching sleeveless crop top that barely held in her perfect breasts. A fiery reddish orange messy bun sat gracefully on top of her head and full lips painted the perfect shade of red grinned with every gasp and moan floating her way.
The condom easily slid down Michael's hard cock; his fingers gliding through my hair as his eyes were glued to them. Head thrown back, teeth firmly attached to her bottom lip, and curls wrapped tight around his hand, her breast bounced as she rolled her hips into him. His other hand slid over her hip, gripping harder with every thrust into her. I could almost hear the low groan from him, and it caused me to shiver with thoughts of other times I've heard that sexy groan.
I was so in my own little world that I barely heard Michael say, "Turn around." I sheepishly mouthed a sorry, but the small smile on his face told me he wasn't too upset. Face them, no sense in only one of us watching them."
A loud male moan came from the other side of the room as the redhead slowly slid a large dildo into his prepped hole. The black straps surrounding her legs and hips contrasted with the tight white leather. Her red lips left a stained mark in the center of his back as she began her slow, torturous thrusts. Strong fists grabbed onto the silver chains connected from his wrists to the black iron bed frame, clanging with each pull upon the dildo's hard impact against his prostate.
"Shit you feel good," I said, moaning with each inch down his cock. "Don't hold back either, I don't mind it rough."
Michael's hands gripped my hips, lips dragged over my shoulder, and my eyes closed when I felt the sting of his teeth biting into the crook of my shoulder. "I've heard," Michael said, feeling him grin against my skin as he ran his tongue along the bite. Other members wandered all around the four of us; some stopping to watch for a bit, but most of them just gazed on as they passed around to the various performances.
