Candidate Four (5 page)

Ruin me.
They were the only two words that were coherent in her mind as Natalie watched the twelfth man pick up her dress and walk confidently to the elevator.

This is happening. This is really happening. Oh my god.
She wanted nothing more than to stop thinking, to turn off the part of her brain that was trying to analyze everything. The twelfth man stood inside the car, the doors shutting behind him, and he stared at her with a question in his eyes, a hesitation in the expression of his face. She wondered if he could tell that her outward appearance of bravery was incongruent with her drunken need inside.

He seemed to find the answer to whatever question he was thinking. He silently reached across the car and pressed the button for the second highest floor.

“We’re not going to the penthouse?” she asked, trying to keep her voice cool and collected.

“No. We’re going to go watch.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Watch. Watch another couple? Like she watched the couple in the garden?

“Why?”

The smile returned to his face. He held up her dress and straightened it before draping it over his arm. He reached out and pulled her in close to him, a hand on her nearly naked hip.

“Because I like watching you watch.” His fingers smoothed over skin and along the hemline of her panties. The very tip of his index finger slipped in, skimming beneath the fabric along her lower abdomen. There was an involuntary clenching between her legs
,
followed by a quickening that only served as a reminder of her desire for him. Quietly and one at a time the thoughts escaped her mind until she had just the one singular purpose.

This is happening.

The elevator car came to a stop and the doors opened on a foyer as lavishly appointed as the others. Marble, chandeliers, creams and metals with three doors set immediately opposite the elevator entrance.

“Left and right are regular rooms,” the twelfth man pointed, his finger coming to a rest at the door in the middle. “This room, however, has a second room for viewing.” With gentle force he led her out of the car and into the foyer, stopping just outside the middle door.

Natalie noticed a small light bulb above the door jam. “What’s that for?”

“Anyone who wants to watch in this room is welcome to do so, but if they want to watch in private all they need to do is switch the light on and no one else will come in.”

“Oh… okay,” she drawled, not really sure if she understood the importance of it or not.

His lips brushed against her left ear, taking the lobe in between and applying a soft pressure. “Some people like to do more than just watch.”

An involuntary shiver rolled past her shoulders and down through her back, shaking her entire mid-section. The twelfth man opened the door and guided her forward into the room.

The room was rectangular and darkened by deep navy blue walls and ash hardwood flooring. A few sconces peppered the walls producing scant illumination, the entire effect not unlike an intimate movie theater. The longest wall opposite the door was made entirely of glass revealing a larger room on the other side decorated in a similar color scheme of dark navy and wood. An enormous four-poster bed dominated the center
,
and a grand crystal chandelier was strung from above. On the bed was a Candidate and a Gentleman, the former tied-up and spread eagle across the mattress, the latter with his face buried deep between her legs.

Neither of them seemed to notice that anyone had entered the room. Natalie instinctively went to cover her body but stopped when she realized the glass was likely a one-sided mirror.

The twelfth man tugged at her arm, distracting her attention away from the couple on the other side of the glass wall. He gestured to a deep-set leather couch big enough for four and sat down, not quite reaching all the way to the back padding of the large piece. She joined next to him and looked around the room for any sign that they were alone.

“Don’t worry, I turned the light on outside. No one else will come in.”

Right, because some people like to do more than just watch
. A twinge of excitement tingled throughout her body, and she returned her eyes to the couple on the other side of the wall.

Natalie vaguely recognized the Candidate. One of the blondes. She was tall and fit, thin with breasts that bounced uncomfortably from her chest as her body moved to the rhythm of the Gentleman’s oral attention. Unlike the couple in the garden
,
they were quiet in their moaning; no screaming or atonal grunting.

The twelfth man slid backwards onto the couch until his body was flush against the padding, then took Natalie’s hips and pulled her back against him so she was seated between his legs. She complied without protest and closed her eyes as his scent filled her senses once again.

“Lean back against me,” he ordered, and she did without hesitation, boldly allowing her arms to rest on his thighs on either side of her as her back molded against his chest, the radiating warmth a comfort in the chill of the deep blue room.

The Gentleman, having seemingly satisfied himself in his oral copulation, rose up from his position on the bed and sat with his legs folded beneath him. He spoke quietly to the Candidate, too quiet for Natalie to hear what was being said, and the Candidate repositioned her place on the bed until she was straddling his waist. He lowered the Candidate onto his fully erect, large endowment and lifted up with his legs, thrusting up into her. The blonde wrapped her arms around his chest, her breasts surrounding his face, and whipped her head back as soft moans escaped her in increasing loudness. He nipped hungrily at her breasts, taking flesh into his mouth and sliding his tongue across each erect nipple.

From behind Natalie the twelfth man’s hands smoothed across her sides and to her front, coming to a rest beneath her breasts.

“Have you always liked to watch?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Natalie breathed, intoxicated by the scene in the other room and the twelfth man’s hands on her. “I’ve never watched before.” A soft whimper escaped her lips as his hands traveled down, his right hand skimming beneath the fabric of her panties and against her sex. He parted her with a single finger and smoothed across the expanse of her opening, the overly sensitized muscles clenching deliriously at the sensation.

“You like it,” he whispered.

“I like you,” she whispered in reply, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she fell even further into his body.

“I know.” His finger lingered before stroking again, taking her wetness with it and lubricating just inside her opening. “Are you always this wet?”

“Fuck if I know,” she moaned, her senses focused only on him and the sensations he was giving her.

“Look,” he whispered. She groggily opened her eyes and focused them on the couple in the other room. They were still joined and moving together, but each of them was looking at Natalie and the twelfth man, watching them as they watched. “You’re turning them on, too.”

“They can see me?”

“Of course they can, Natalie. They want you to watch them and they want to watch you watching them.”

“Why?” she asked, her eyes hooded and heavy as he continued to stroke her most intimately.

“Because you’re beautiful.” He kissed her ear. “And sexy.” He kissed at the space between her neck and shoulder. “And it turns them on to see your arousal.” His finger slid inside her, stretching the tight space of her insides and eliciting a generous moan from her throat. With his other hand he unclasped her bra, her breasts falling with a small spring as the fabric relented and fell away from her. He cupped one breast, its weight resting delicately in the palm of his hand. He squeezed tenderly as his finger worked inside her, his thumb joining at her clitoris and buffing it ever so slightly. “Watch them.”

Natalie opened her eyes and tried to focus on the couple. Their eyes were back on each other, only glancing her way every so often as they moved. The Gentleman stopped and grabbed the Candidate’s waist, moving them across the bed until the woman’s back was facing the glass. He laid her out on the bed and resumed thrusting, her arms wrapping around his torso and holding on tight as he vigorously pumped.

“Do you want to come with them, Natalie?” the twelfth man whispered as one hand kneaded her plush breasts and the other wrought insane pleasures at her center.

Yes. No
. She knew she was close. Knew that with little more persuasion her already tight muscles would convulse and render her completely and totally inert, dissolving her into a wonderful jelly of carnal existence. She wanted to come, but wanted something else more.

She leaned her torso back until she could look up at him, her mouth coming up just to his chin. “I want to come with you.”

He angled his head until his mouth was on hers and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth to taste her own. His lips were soft, his kiss demanding and passionate. She brought her knees up to open her body more to him and his finger deepened and was soon joined by a second, stretching her wanting body even more. Her hands moved up and down his legs, the friction of her skin against the denim of his jeans warming her to the point of being uncomfortable, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him.

“No,” she moaned against his mouth. She pushed away at his hands with hers and awkwardly sat up, turning around to face him fully. “I want to come
with you
,” she repeated. She straddled his waist and reached for the hem of his shirt without so much as asking, wanting nothing more than to feel more of his skin against hers, to push her breasts against his bare chest and feel the weight of him against them.

When her hands fumbled at the fabric he took over, pulling the cotton shirt over his head and discarding it across the room. Even in the dim light she could see he was tan, his abdomen as taut and muscular as the rest of his body.

“Jesus Christ you’re hot.” She leaned in and kissed at his neck, her pelvis rocking against his waist in search of the friction she was craving. His hands pulled at the unhooked bra hanging precariously from her body and threw it across the room in the same direction as his shirt. She ran her lips across the angular cut of his jaw, lavishing at the sensation of the prickly hairs against her lips. His hands roamed down her backside and beneath the satin panties, grabbing the generous fat of her skin between his fingers, pulling her further into him. She moaned when her breasts touched his naked chest, her nipples hardening at the exquisite sensation.

“Here or upstairs?” he grunted.

“Here. I don’t want to wait that long.”

She didn’t have to. No sooner had the words left her mouth before his hands were unfastening the restraints of his jeans, pulling down at the fabric until his erection popped free, eager to be buried deep inside her. He held himself as she sat up and repositioned, sliding her panties down until they were locked in the crooks of her knees and coming to a stop just as the head of his dick crested the inside of her opening. Her hands moved to his face, fingers gripping at his neck and ears as she lowered herself onto him, taking his full length deep inside her body.

“Oh… fuck,” she moaned, her head falling back at the sensation of him filling her entirely. He leaned forward and kissed at her breasts as she acclimated to the feel of him. She moved slowly at first, rocking her pelvis back and forth with increasing vigor, then used the muscles in her behind to lift up and down the length of him.

“Fuck, Natalie,” he moaned. She silenced him with her mouth, sucking at his lips before finding his tongue and brushing against it with hers, deepening their kiss as she moved with him inside her.

She realized he’d been correct in saying she’d only ever had boring sex with boring college boys.
This
was anything but. This was wild abandon, leaving fears and reservations behind to consume the carnal pleasure she’d never once known. The velvet rigidity that filled her with each thrust, the exquisite delicacy of his skin creating friction against her pleasure center, was like a drug and she wanted to go higher and higher, following the high to wherever it was leading her.

She was aching for release, muscles clenching and reverberating around the twelfth man to take every drop of satisfaction she could. He kissed her deeply as he held her so tight against his body she could feel the muscles of his abdomen moving against her skin. If this was ruin she wanted to be devastated, completely shattered and broken to a place beyond repair.

Still it was not close enough to just be in his arms and have him inside her. She wanted more of everything, more feeling, more touch, more connection. She parted from his kiss and put her lips to his ear, her arms wrapping around his torso so tight they ached. She pulled him as he pulled her. Her knees dug in at his sides and she angled her body until she could rock her pelvis back and forth.

“
Oh my god, oh my god,
” she breathed, grinding down into him so hard she winced. She had built up, and with one final thrust she imploded, muscles tightening and convulsing around him to the point of delirium. It was exquisite, it was magic, it was complete and total satiation. Her body came to the point of pain, her arms heavy as wood planks as her legs gave in to the stabbing sensation of pins and needles. The twelfth man had stopped thrusting inside her and instead smoothed his hands down her extremities, coaxing them back into a normal state of being.

She was faint with tiredness, her limbs too heavy to move so she stayed buried in him instead, his cock still hard inside her. She moved her feet to flex her toes but they were still inside the expensive footwear.

The twelfth man lifted her up and off him with his hands tucked beneath her arms, and he gently laid her back next to him, stretching out her sore and tingly legs over the entire length of the couch. Her arms moved leisurely up and folded around her head as he slid the satin panties down her legs and off completely, tossing them somewhere in the dark room.