The Geary Series Boxed Set (10 page)

I ate an early dinner and began writing again for the book. I knew once I started that the time would run away from me, so I made sure I was dressed and ready to go before I started writing. Jack was going to pick me up at nine o’clock, so I had plenty of time to write before he arrived.

As predicted, a text message interrupted my writing, and when I looked at the phone it was ten minutes after nine. The text was from Jack.

Jack:
Where are you sweetheart? I miss your beautiful face.

Me:
Charmer. I’m on my way down.

I had spotted him in the lobby before he saw me, so I was able to have a minute or so to take a good look at him. I wasn’t the only one, across the lobby from guests to staff all eyes were on Jack. I had a little smug chuckle to myself that he was waiting for me. He had his hair styled up and back, in a fifties quiff but without the hair products. Dressed in faded blue jeans, white t-shirt and black leather jacket he looked every part of a fifties' throwback. I, as instructed, was dressed very similar, except my t-shirt was red, and I was wearing heels, and he was in biker boots.

Jack caught me staring at his arse and winked at me before holding out his hand for me to come and take. I walked towards him and took his outstretched hand, and he yanked me into a hug. He nuzzled my neck without kissing it and squeezed me hard.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me as he pulled away to look at my face still keeping me wrapped in his arms.

“I feel fabulous. I had a nap, and then I wrote for a few hours.” I said and beamed a smile up to him.

“Good, let’s get going, we don’t have to walk far, are you ok walking in those heels?”

“Yeah, I’m a pro at walking in heels. If I get tired, you can carry me.” I said in a dismissive tone.

He chuckled, bent his knees, threw me over his shoulder and strode out of the hotel. I looked up to see the receptionists and a few guests laugh as I bounced out of the lobby.

Smacking his arse, I asked him to put me down, he slapped mine back and carried on walking. I saved my energy for a few more minutes and then pinched his arse cheeks until he let me down. We were attracting stares from passers-by who were showing their disapproval.

He placed me back on my feet, and I let out a laugh at his mischievous grin and took his hand as we continued to walk towards wherever we were going. It seemed the most normal thing in the world to hold his hand, even though we weren’t a couple.

“We’re here.” He said five minutes later. We were standing outside what looked to be a night club. I assumed this from the heavy beat of music pouring out of the door and two enormous looking bouncers guarding the entrance.

Jack nodded to the two men and led me inside the club. As soon as we were inside, I was exposed to a massive room filled with male bodies. As I scanned the room of writhing adults on the dance floor, I soaked in the view of hot, sweaty men. The beat of the music filled me, and I wanted to start dancing. Looking more carefully at the men on the dance floor I failed to spot another female anywhere.

“Why am I the only woman here Jack?” I asked as an arbitrary question, I wasn’t interested in the answer but listened. I had guessed that it was a gay club, and I felt awkward and uncomfortable. This wasn’t my scene at all, and I didn’t know how to blend in.

“This is a gay sex club. I know the owner, and he has allowed you in for the evening. It’s a great privilege, so I hope you don’t want to leave just yet. There’s a lot I want to show you.”

Squeezing my hand, he led me away into the busy club. We shouldered our way through the crowd, not one person batting an eyelid that I was there. I was immediately grateful for my boyish outfit, I blended in quite nicely. Now I understood why he wanted me to dress this way.

We ordered drinks and sat in a booth designed for two which pointed in the direction of a large open space. It was currently in darkness, with a dozen small tables surrounding the area. Every table was filled with men, chatting, touching and kissing. Everyone was clothed, but the room was charged with high octane sex, you could feel it. I was surprised how much watching one couple kissing each other passionately was turning me on. I squirmed a little and Jack placed his hand on my thigh and looked down to me.

“Do you like what you see Olivia?” Jack asked me.

I was totally confused with how I was feeling, aroused, embarrassed and a little ashamed. I had been brought up in an environment that didn’t condone same sex relationships. I couldn’t work out if I should look away because two people were kissing, or two men were kissing. Either way they were passionate, and I wanted to see more. Jack bringing me here made me think about what I liked, I didn’t think this night would improve my writing but it would increase my understanding of desire and what turned me on. I was beginning to like stepping out of the norm and was excited to see what was coming up.

“I’m not sure, I’ve never seen a gay couple kiss before but it’s causing a lot of heat in my knickers right now, watching them.”

Jack roared with laughter at my frankness and leaned in and kissed my temple. I laughed along with him, I hoped that I was covering up my nervousness.

“That’s my girl. I still haven’t figured out if you prefer to be a voyeur or part of the action. I guess, with you being married, I’ll never know the answer to that question. Will I?”

I didn’t answer the loaded question because I was afraid of what I might say to him. I wanted to tell him that he could find out if he pushed his luck a little more. He was breaking through slowly, and I was sure, soon, I would be begging him to take me. I decided to change the subject.

“What is going to happen in that open space?” I asked Jack.

“We are going to watch a sex show.”

He didn’t look at me when he said this, keeping his head facing forward. When he continued to look at the empty circle, I reached up and touched his chin with the tips of my fingers and turned his head towards me. I studied his face and searched for an answer, getting nothing in return I asked it out loud.

“Are you bisexual Jack?”

He pulled his head from my grasp and dropped his chin to his chest and laughed quietly. I was worried I had offended him, it didn’t matter either way and now I was ashamed I had asked the question.

“I’m here for you and your sex education Olivia. I thought it would be good for you to step out further from your hetero world. Same rules apply if you want to leave we can.”

It was his turn to pull my chin so that I was looking at him, and I searched his eyes for a few beats and nodded my head. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that he had avoided answering the question.

“Good, because the show is about to begin.”

We sat there in silence as the fast tempo beat of the music from the dance floor changed to a slow hypnotic thump. The dance floor thinned out, and a hush flowed through the club. The space that I thought was a dance floor lifted up into a podium. The centre of the floor slid back and in turn lifted up and displayed a king sized bed.

I could feel the rhythm of the music in my stomach, and I could have slipped into a catatonic state. I felt a little uncomfortable at the prospect of watching two men have sex, but at the same time, like last night my eyes were glued to what I was about to watch.

The lights went out throughout the entire club, and the only light was from behind the bar. I could see glowing bottles where the dim lights lit up the mirror behind the wall of glasses and bottles of spirits.

The lights began to pulse on and off, from dim lighting to seductive moody lighting. The two men I had been watching kiss rose from their chairs near the podium and walked around their table. The blonde haired man knelt on all fours as the dark haired man used him as a step and hopped up onto the stage. Once he was up the blonde held the brunette’s hand and leapt up on stage to join him.

It was like watching an old fashioned film from the twenties, where every tenth frame was missing. Blonde undressed himself in lightening speed and was naked and fully erect. His cock was pointing towards the brunette, it instinctively knew where it needed to go.

The blonde haired man then stepped back and stroked his length from base to tip and back again. He nodded to the brunette and mouthed the word strip, slowly. Brunette took the edge of the t-shirt he was wearing and slowly lifted it at the front. Inch by inch his abs were on display, he smoothed his hands over his stomach and then his chest, and he lifted it clean off his body and threw it on the bed.

“The blonde is named Joe and the dark-haired guy is called Marco. They are a couple, and their kink is exhibitionism.”

I nodded that I had heard him and looked away from the stage briefly to find Jack’s hand. He anticipated the move and took it and weaved our fingers together and placed them in his lap. The back of my hand was resting on his crotch, and I could feel the semi hardness of his cock in his loose fitting jeans. I wondered what was turning him on, the men, me or something else.

Glancing back to the stage, I resumed my visual affair with the two men on stage. Joe was continuing to stroke his cock as he watched his partner strip for him. Marco started to circle his hips to the music and slowly turned in a half circle making sure his back was to Joe as he undid the buckle of his belt. His hips swaying left and then right to the rhythm of the music.

Marco turned to face Joe and undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor. My eyes widened as I saw that he was not wearing anything further, and his cock was proudly erect and pointed towards Joe.

Joe and Marco walked towards each other and crashed their hard bodies together. Their hands in each other’s hair, they were pulling tight and fisting handfuls of hair in mock aggression. Their kissing was powerfully brutal, firm lips massaging whilst their tongues fought for dominance. I could see their tongues as they danced in and out of their mouths, duelling. Joe pulled away and kissed Marco’s neck, biting and nibbling his way down the column of his neck. Reaching Marco’s shoulder he walked around him and started to kiss his back. Dropping to his knees, he placed feather kisses to his arse cheeks and then bit hard.

I could hear a moan but was unsure who it had come from, it could have been me.

Joe reached for Marco’s hard cock and pumped it base to tip and swirled his thumb over the head and back again. As Joe continued to do this, Marco’s head dropped back, and he closed his eyes. I could see his thighs tighten as he became more aroused. The veins on his biceps and neck were straining against his skin.

Joe let go of Marco’s cock and turned him around. Gently pushing him, Marco fell onto the bed, so that he fell to his knees, and his muscular torso, face down on the bed. Joe parted Marco’s legs with his own and knelt between them, licking his way down his spine and through the crack of his arse, pausing briefly at his hole. He kissed and bit Marco’s inner thigh, and Marco buried his face in the sheets of the bed scrunching the material in his hands, and he held on for dear life. This was obviously a thing that he liked, being bitten. My view of what was happening was side on, and I could see Joe’s hard length lying against his thigh and his head glistening in the alternating light and dark.

I had got used to the flickering light, and it made it all the more exciting to see what position they would be in when the light came back. In those few seconds, they had moved on from what they were doing fast. It was beautifully choreographed, and I was enthralled. My hand was still firmly in Jack’s as I continued to watch the show. His thumb circled mine in time to the music. I could feel the beat all throughout my body, and I was completely drawn into the show.

Joe had stood up and had knelt on the bed again next to Marco and whispered something in his ear. They both looked in my direction, and Marco grinned and winked. He knelt up, turning his whole body to face Joe. He kissed Joe slowly and passionately, firm lips moulding themselves to Joe’s mouth. Marco grabbed Joe’s hips and brought them to his. Grinding his hips into his partner’s, their cocks rubbing up against each other. Their kissing matched the rhythm of the music and their hips. It looked as if they were masturbating each other without using their hands. The movements became more frantic as did their thrusts, and they broke away like they had been shocked by an electric current.

Bending his head, Marco reached for Joe’s glistening cock firstly with his tongue and then he took the whole of Joe in one movement to the back of his throat. Joe drove his fingers into Marco's hair and kept him where he was for a moment and then let go. He fell back on the bed onto his back and watched as Marco sucked his cock. His head was bobbing up and down at an even tempo with the rhythm of the music. He used one hand to cup Joe’s balls and the other to push his finger into his arsehole.

The fingering and sucking continued in the semi-dark light and within minutes, both of them were breathing heavily. They had locked eyes once Marco had started licking his head, and they stared at each other. Joe nodded at Marco and Marco turned over so that he was on all fours, his feet resting on the side of the bed. Joe stood between his opened legs and stroked his cock repeatedly and positioned it at the entrance of Marco’s hole and nudged it in an inch. Their matching groans were turning me on, and I wanted to reach up and squeeze my breast. My nipples had been hard for some time, and I desperately needed to get some relief.

Joe pushed his way into Marco with one long slow thrust and was balls deep in that one movement. He paused to savour the feeling and grabbed Marco hips for balance and began pumping. Marco dropped his shoulders to the bed to give Joe deeper access and began yelling into the mattress. Cries of pleasure as Joe started hard, punishing strokes into Marco. The dimples on Joe’s arse cheeks flexed as he thrusted in again and again. They were fucking hard and without mercy. Slapping skin, against skin as they met and parted.

Joe reached around to Marco’s cock and began stroking his cock at the same pace and within a minute they were both coming loudly. For a few moments, Joe remained deep inside Marco and arched his back and swivelled his hips once which made Marco groan again.

The lights went out permanently. Telling us the show had ended. I let out a breath and shifted in my seat slightly to face Jack. In the darkness of the room, I felt comfortable watching but now that the lights had come up I was embarrassed again. Watching a live sex show would never have been on my list of things to do and now that I had seen one I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see another.

“I can’t believe they just performed in front of so many people. It wasn’t anything I thought it was going to be. I expected hard rough sex with no feelings. It was sexy and sensual.” I offered.

“Did you see that they had winked at us? They winked because you were still here, and I think it gave them an extra thrill that you hadn’t walked out. I could tell by the regular squeezing of my hand that you were aroused by it.”

I snatched my hand away from him, embarrassed that I was so excited to watch two men have sex. I hadn’t settled in my own mind if I liked it or not. To be called out by it, I felt suddenly shy sitting in the club next to Jack.

The lights were glaringly bright, the stage now at ground level with no sight of any bed. I could see to my right that the dance floor was full again with grinding bodies and the laughter punctuating through the music.