The Rental (21 page)

Though my dreams had been less vulgar than this, I’d wanted it, and now I had it … Disgusting, I let a woman … and then I understood the twisted feeling inside me. It was hot and made my belly shudder hard, almost like a cramp, but an impossible passion I couldn’t move away from. I’d never had a more erotic moment in my life. I snapped my eyes down to watch the gliding motion of a woman’s touch entering me, disappearing into the channel of my body.

Nix pulled out her finger and dipped it inside her own mouth. “You’ve got a beautiful girl, Rhett.”

The bloody guy was standing there with a fully erect cock saluting me. His jaw was dropped open, and he didn’t blink as he unconsciously rubbed the head of it against the corner of the counter.

Nix scooped her finger along my sex and then fed her finger to Rick who held his tongue out. He wrapped it around Nix’s finger and sucked as if he were dehydrated.

“You have a way of making a guy wild,” he said, staring at me.

I was so high, I pushed aside the severity of these turn of events until later on because I wanted to come with Rick, knowing he was ready again.

Nix rubbed my clit, making me buck. “Mmm,” she moaned.

I
still
couldn’t believe it. A woman was fingering me, and I loved it—craved it—because Rick was there, hard as a rock already, and dying with a little jealousy in his eyes. I noted he’d again rubbed the head of his dick against the bench. He needed relief. ASAP.

Nix smiled at me and then at Rick. As if she … as if she read my mind. Nix held Rick’s chin facing her with a finger and stared at his mouth.

She wouldn’t.

She stepped forward. The back of her other hand grazed his head down below. She was a whisper from his lips.

Nix. Nix was going to touch his cock.
My
dick.
My
mouth.

Wait, when had I said fuck you to the rules and marked Rick as my possession?

Rick stared at me unmoving. He held an intense look, and not one of us said anything. And neither of us moved—except for Nix, slowly. She was looking at me now and waited for painful seconds as her lip grazed Rick’s. She moved her leg to rub it on his cock as her bottom lip again grazed his. Rick looked sideways at me, as did Nix, waiting for me to react.

Was this blinding, white-star, all-consuming jealousy what my boyfriend felt earlier when I let Jimmy claim me? God, how could he stand it?

And, how could he stand to
not
watch and revel in it when its purpose was to elicit a certain type of reaction?

Nix locked her lips on Rick then, tearing her gaze away and grazing his length with the back of her hand.

“Wait,” I cried.

Nix pulled back, lips parted, breath heavy.

“Touch me.” I cleared my throat. “I need you to touch me,
too
.”

Nix pushed Rick back against the counter. She grabbed the base of his cock as she pushed a finger up my channel, eliciting moans from both of us. Fuck, this was so screwed, so wrong, and
so right.
She stroked him again and plunged her finger in and out of me.

My thoughts raced. I was being finger fucked by a woman who was giving a hand job to my boyfriend. Rick looked down to my pussy. He didn’t even look at Nix stroking his own dick. He was entranced by her finger in me.

“Do you like another woman touching me?” Rick asked.

“I can’t stand it,” I said through clenched teeth. “I want to pleasure y-you.” I stuttered on my last word, the ‘you’ coming out as a moan as Nix stroked my clit harder.

I looked down to see Rick’s cock was free, and Nix was giving me her sole attention.

“I’m so horny,” I admitted before I could stop myself. “It drives me wild that another woman is touching my man.”

“Like this?” Nix asked, cupping his balls. “Or this?” she said. Her jaw worked, and spit dribbled from her lips onto Rick’s hard cock, the erection sticking out, crying for attention.

“Please,” I gasped, wanting to close my eyes, but unable to look away.

Rick’s attention focused on Nix, looking down her body, and hitched on her tits.

“Please.”

Nix’s mouth turned up into a smirk. She bent her arms behind her back, halting exactly where I didn’t want her to touch—her bra. But she unclipped it, the front sagging. Nix held her smirk, looking directly into my eyes as she shook out her arms and the bra came free.

“Don’t,” I begged as I sat there, grinding my hips, writhing uncontrollably, and not an inch embarrassed.
Fuck, I could come endlessly tonight.

Nix stepped up to Rick and gripped his cock with two hands, holding her arms straight like she was daring him to stop now.
Go on, try to stop me now.
My cheeks flamed and my knuckles itched to coil into a fist. Everything in me twisted into a painful coil as Rick leant down to lick a circle around one of Nix’s tits, one around the other and then a streak up her breastbone, between her collarbone, and up to Nix’s chin as she lolled her head back. I was pulsing, and once again, my pussy was clenching and making me hump nothing with an unstoppable need to be filled.

And just as it started, Nix and Rick shared a look and then turned to face me.

Their faces held a question.

Nix stepped back and rubbed her finger over her own clit, then plunged her hand down under her panties. “Did you like that show?” I didn’t have time to moan, let alone respond. “I need
you
guys to come for me. I need to come.” She slipped off her panties and they hung around her feet. “Please, I need you to let me watch him fuck you. Create your own porno right there for me to watch.”

“Do you want that, Vee? Do you want to let someone else watch us?”

“I want her to watch you own me,” I confirmed.

He stood against me with his cock against my opening. “I’d be fucking you as your man this time. You’re mine. Everything. And I want Nix to know. Hell, I want everyone to know.”

“Have me,” I said roughly.

“Mmm,” Nix moaned. “I need you to come for me, I’m getting so close. Show me how much you need each other.”

Rick picked me up and impaled me on his cock. With his hands on my ass, he jerked me up and down unkindly. I latched onto his shoulder for leverage. Rick didn’t even notice the ease it brought. He held me in the air, his thighs leaning against the counter but my weight only supported by him pawing at my ass and bringing me up and down.

He’d never given me this much of him. And I realised, I’d never been so honest with him, either.

All three of us came together, Rick’s grunts eclipsing Nix’s muffled cries, and my whimpers exceeding both of them.

There was something about having temptation there, attempting to lure in a man, and him only having eyes for me that made me feel more trusting in Rick than I ever was for Justin. I never felt better than this moment, knowing Nix knew Rick was my man despite what they’d done. And they’d done it with a specific purpose, both wanting me to answer their unspoken question. Rick was done with games, and somehow, Nix knew how deeply our feelings ran.

I whispered into Rick’s neck, staring at Nix, “Yours. All yours.”

• • •

N
IX LEFT US
in the bathroom with no more than a slip—her panties on—a clasp—her bra secured in place. While Rick’s and my heavy breathing subsided, a resolute thud signalled her exit from the entire rental room.

I slid my gaze to Rick, heaviness low in my brow. Ecstasy pumped, lifting my mood, but tears brimmed and so did anger. In the aftermath of our intimacy, my thoughts swam and created a dizzy haze. Sex swollen and body glowing, it told a different story from the dark, icky feeling creeping up my back. I shivered, succumbing to the shadows of my mind. The passion felt right but as the moment slipped away, so did my confidence. A treacherous tear slipped from my eye.

Rick leapt to my side to wipe it away and cooed that it was all right. “What’s wrong, baby?”

My eyes went for it, the floodgates opening and more tears plop, plop, plopping.

“Shh, what’s wrong?” he cradled me to his chest, rubbing the back of my head.

I couldn’t answer, so I hugged him tight, squeezing his slick, sweaty, and chiselled mid-section muscles beneath my grip. I hated myself for wanting more of what just happened, because Rick was mine—all mine. Yet, part of me melted all over again at the sheer erotic nature of the experience. I squeezed my eyes shut to block the feelings off.

After a few silent minutes, he said, “What happened is okay. We’ll get through it.”

I pulled back and gazed at his eyes, all traces of the sharp, twisted madman gone. He was my loving, tender Rick.

“I can’t believe you let her do that,” I whispered and reached out. I meant to touch him, but a sudden anger hardened my strength, and I shoved the heel of my palm into his chest.

He gripped onto my upper arms. “Why did you let me, Vee baby?
Why
? I only want you to touch me.”

I disentangled myself further from him. “
You
bent to lick her boobs.”

“
You
looked down so you could watch her finger you.”

It was funny what happened next. The moment Rick first kissed me I could see the instant something snapped in him. And like then, the tension snapped.

We collided, mouths ravaging each other. Wet, sloppy, and animalistic. He bit my lip, pulling it back, staring into my eyes as he claimed it. When he let it go, I looped my lips fully around his tongue and fucked it hard, pulling soft groans from that same mouth I now claimed.

“Mmm,” he rasped, pulling away from me and raking his eyes down my body. He tugged in his lip, lolling ever so slightly from a wave of crushing passion.

I had no idea how we’d handle our desires.

It seemed nothing would be enough for the depths of our need for each other.

But if he was game, I was.

We showered, soaping up each other with precision, the loofah gliding over every nook and cranny of our bodies. I got to know him with my hands, yet also my heart. He moaned, his knees weakened, and his eyes fluttered closed when I touched him or told him the ways in which I wanted him.

It was lucky we wrapped the towels around ourselves in the bathroom and not out in the room, because waiting on the bed with one leg crossed over the other and hands clasped in her lap was a stern-eyed Amber.

14

R
ICK AND
I couldn’t have walked further apart as we followed Amber to her office. Shame followed like a bad odour. Except I had cleaned up and didn’t know otherwise how to rid the sensation with a mass of thoughts still swirling inside my head.

Amber clutched the doorknob to her office as we reached our destination, paused and swivelled back to us. “You don’t mind changing afterward, do you?” her eyes surveyed Rick and me like we were her prey. In many ways, we were, and she was about to eat up our livelihood.

Rick shook his head. “No, really, it’s fine.”

What were we going to do? Cry poor about feeling indecent and exposed after
all that
?

Amber took her desk chair. I took the spare one. With an even, cold voice, she said, “Rhett, go and grab a spare. You need to sit down for this.”

He returned, clutching the back support of a chair and sat it down a solid metre from where I was. We formed a triangle, just like we had when we’d all first met in the dressing room as I stumbled upon Rick’s secret place of work. My head spun. I rubbed my temples.

Eyeing me, Amber said, “Right, well this is one fuckload of a mess. I’ve been informed there is a personal relationship occurring between you two outside of work hours. Such as the moment just passed when I stumbled across this very breach of rules. I have one rule in that regard, and you disregarded it. And it’s not like we’re saints here. We allow flirting and close work when warranted by client request.”

“I apologise,” Rick said. He didn’t sound very sorry, though.

Amber raised her eyebrows at him with such ease that I could tell she could hardly be bothered to give us any more attitude. “Really now?”

“Yes.” His voice didn’t waver, and he merely hung back on his chair, elbows propped on each corner of the back. “I’m terribly sorry this happened between Victoria and me under your roof.”

She ran her tongue over her teeth. I had less confidence than he did and wanted to swat his arm for his obnoxiousness when we were meant to be meek and
truly
remorseful. Not stuck up and dominant, even while offering an apology that rather sounded like
he
was calling the shots.

“I’m sorry,” I said. I sounded so small I barely heard my own voice.

She sighed, sitting back like Rick was. The mood turned lighter with her simple gesture. “Look, I don’t enjoy acting like Queen Bitch about this. The Rental is about all sorts of pleasure. However, I told you what had happened, Victoria, just before you arrived, and I won’t risk this barely there issue to be blown up into a huge atom of destruction. Not all clients—in fact not many—will tolerate what Jimmy has encouraged.” She mashed her lips together and just visibly shook her head. “You knew I had to ask you to leave if it happened and it has. Victoria, Rhett, collect your belongings and leave the premises of The Rental.”

She dismissed us as simple as that, and Rick stood, holding his chair out to return it. He was about to leave just like that!

“Amber,” I whispered, and then cleared my throat and spoke up. “Please, we’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.
Please
.”

God, I needed this. I wasn’t ready to go back to my old life. I hadn’t thought of bills or money or sleeping on the street for a while now, and I could try to make that discouragement snuff out my flame for Rick. We’d just hold on until we had options.

If I were being honest with myself, I’d miss our kinkier sides, our Rhett and Victoria personas, as much as the money, if not more.

Amber chuckled. “Don’t go and waste something like you two have. Go and enjoy yourselves with decency and privacy. I’m not mad, Victoria. But I don’t have interest of you as a worker of mine. Unless …”