Sin City Baby

I stood, and he took my hand, guiding me away from the table. We were still outside; the air was warm and humid with just a hint of a wind tonight. The warmth grew, making me think we were nearing the fireplace. I remembered there was a cabana near the outdoor fireplace and had a feeling that was where we were headed.

Jude sat me down on a soft surface – something I didn't recognize. It wasn't a typical lounge chair, and he lowered himself down beside me, sitting so close, our faces were touching. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt him against me. Knew he was there.

He whispered, “Still okay with this?”

“Yes,” I choked out. Jude's hands moved along my face, stroking my cheek with such love and devotion. “I want to do this for you.”

“Does the idea of fucking my friends turn you on, Ember?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

It was the truth too.

“How much does it turn you on?” he asked me.

“Give me your hand,” I said.

Jude placed his hand in mine, and I lowered it to my crotch. I slipped his fingers underneath my skirt, letting him run his hand up my thighs, to my panties, letting him feel just how wet I was.

He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way inside of my mouth and stealing the breath from my throat. He slipped his finger inside of me, then added another, drawing a sharp gasp from me. I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck, but then Jude pulled away, stepping back so I couldn't feel him when I reached out.

“We'll have our fun later, Ember. For now, I'm only going to watch,” he said.

His voice was low and gravelly. Rough and commanding – and it turned me on so much to hear the raw lust and naked desire in his voice.

“Here are the rules,” he went on, “just so everyone is aware.”

Everyone? So his friends were here with us. They saw everything that was happening – and I could see nothing.

“The blindfold remains on, at all times,” Jude said. “Ember will have no idea who's doing what to her. If she doesn't like what you're doing, she can call a time out. Otherwise, you're free to do whatever you wish so long as it pleases her. Do you agree to these terms, Ember?”

“Yes,” I said.

My voice didn't even crack. Kudos to me.

“Everybody else? Agree?”

The others agreed as well.

I wouldn't know who was fucking me at any given time. This was a new idea – something we hadn't discussed before. But, I couldn't deny that the idea caused a tightness down below, a craving for their hands to touch me, some hint as to what was to happen next.

Within a moment after everybody had agreed, I felt two hands had doing just that. Someone stepped up and had gently nudged my knees apart. I thought maybe I could figure out who it was by the size of their hands, but it was harder than I imagined it to be. I felt the hands roaming my body. Exploring me. Touching me. But, I couldn't figure out who it was.

I shivered, trying to guess where he might touch me next, waiting for something to happen as my body continued to grow hungrier and more insistent with need.

With my legs spread, I felt fingers pulling at my panties, slipping them to the side. I gasped as a finger entered me, and all I knew is it wasn't Jude's. It felt different, larger and rougher. He shoved it inside of me as I cried out. My body trembled, and adrenaline surged through me like a river of electricity, making my heart stutter hard, my every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire.

A tongue flicked at my clit, circling it. I groaned, my head falling back. That's when I felt more hands holding my face, and lips were suddenly pressed against my mouth. New lips that tasted nothing like Jude's. His tongue was harsher too. Like the man who was going down me, this one's tongue darted between my lips and raked along the roof of my mouth.

His hands held my face firmly as he kissed me upside down. He pulled me backward, downward, until I was lying on my back. The man between my legs was still going to town, fucking me with his tongue as I whimpered and cried out against another man's lips.

My body was rocked with sensations and I felt like a live wire. It was all so fucking amazing.

The man kissing me pulled his lips from my mouth as the man going down on me pulled his sweet tongue away at the same time. I groaned, my voice pleading.

“Please don't stop!” I gasped.

Something brushed against my lips. I parted them slightly and felt the tip of a cock pressed against my mouth. I opened wider, swallowing as much of the unseen cock as I could. I heard him groan as I rolled my head back, allowing him to go deeper into my throat. Whoever it was let out a grunt of appreciation, but it still wasn't enough to tell me who it was.