Jerico nods in understanding before turning to look back at the room. I let my eyes follow as we watch the threesome for a few silent moments as they kiss, stroke, suck, and bite at each other.
One of the men rolls to his back, taking the woman with him until she’s straddling right over his dick. She reaches her hand down and guides him inside. His hands go to her breasts as she starts undulating on top of him. I cross one of my legs over the other, which doesn’t give me any relief from the throbbing between my legs. If anything, I can feel my clit pulsing in cadence with my heartbeat and my breathing starts to become shallow because I know what’s coming next.
The other man crawls behind the woman, places a hand at the back of her neck, and pushes her forward until she has to balance herself with her hands on the other man’s chest.
I don’t know whether to be appalled or turned on by the crudity of it, but the man simply spits in his hand, wipes it on the end of his dick, and then drives it into the woman’s ass. My own ass puckers at the thought of that invasion, which I know could not have felt good. The woman, however, immediately starts moaning as she lets both men do the work. Holding her body still, the man underneath her thrusts his hips upward while the other pounds her ass from behind.
“That’s not how it would be your first time,” Jerico says. I’m too mortified to look at him as we discuss the potential of me engaging in anal sex. He continues, “That woman has a lot of experience, and she likes it rough and painful. Not many can take a cock like that.”
I watch the unbelievably dirty and erotic threesome, getting more turned on because it’s clear they are enjoying themselves immensely. At the same time, while it could be my utmost fantasy to be with two men, the thought of taking a dick back there scares the living crap out of me.
I’m probably going to regret this, but I can’t help but ask, “How did she work up to that?”
Jerico’s hand comes to my jaw, which causes me to jerk in surprise. He turns my face so I have to look at him, and he chastises me. “Be honest, Trista. You’re not asking how she worked up to it. You’re wanting to know how you could work up to it.”
I try to shake my head in denial, but his grip on my jaw is firm.
“Just ask me, Trista.” His voice rumbles with command. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. I’ll show you whatever you want to know.”
His hand falls away from my jaw, but I am powerless to look away from him. His jade eyes promise me so many things that my head spins. My entire body feels electrified, and I swear pure adrenaline is flowing through my veins.
I lick my lips. In a hoarse voice, I ask, “How would I work up to something like that?”
I swear flames leap in Jerico’s eyes, and he gives me a wicked smile. He answers me by standing up from the stool so fast to position his body in front of me that I gasp in surprise.
His large hands go to my legs. When he puts pressure on them, they uncross and spread apart. He steps in closer, placing his hands on the bar behind me, effectively caging me in.
Jerico leans his face toward mine until his mouth is just inches away and I can feel his warm breath… smell the smoky peat of his scotch.
“I’d take my time with you,” Jerico whispers with such seductive promise that my legs start to close involuntarily so I can squeeze against the ache between them. Instead, the insides of my thighs hit Jerico’s legs and practically tremble when he continues, “I’d loosen you up first with a really good orgasm… Probably with my mouth between your legs. Then I’d fuck you slowly from behind, while using my fingers in your ass. Or, if I felt like you could take it, I’d use a plug. Regardless, I would work that tight little ring of muscle very gently so that by the time I slid my cock in your ass, you’d be begging for it.”
I can’t say anything. I can’t even move because I’m afraid it would be to get down on my hands and knees and beg Jerico to do what he just said. Instead, I let my breath out in a slow gust and stare right back into his heated eyes.
He gives me a slow smile as he drops one hand from the bar to come to rest on my thigh. His hand slides up slowly, going right under my skirt until his thumb grazes the edge of my panties. He does this without ever taking his eyes from mine.
“But you’re not ready for that yet,” Jerico murmurs as his thumb does nothing but stroke me. “I’d start off with something a little bit different.”
My heart is pounding so hard I feel like it’s going to explode out of my chest. My fear should be ruling my actions as I would be best served to hightail it out of here. But I’m too far gone.
“How would you start off with me?” I’m slightly embarrassed over how young, na?ve, and even needy my voice sounds.
Jerico’s hand goes still on my leg, his eyes boring into mine as he assesses the legitimacy of my request. “Do you want me to tell you or show you?”
This is bad.
Really, really bad.
I want him to show me. Absolutely I want it, and I want it so much it physically hurts. There’s an ache between my legs that I know only action will satisfy. I am so freaking attracted to this man in a way I’ve never been attracted to anything. Not even chocolate. He makes me feel beautiful and desirable, and I know he will be the best sex of my life.
I just know it.
But he’s also an ass, and he’s my boss, and he’s just a means to an end for me. He owns a freaking sex club, for God’s sake, and the list of negatives could go on and on. This is a man unlike any other. I’ve never dealt with someone who has his magnetism, confidence, or command. I’ve never wanted to just roll over and submit to someone so much. I’m afraid if I do that, I’ll lose myself forever.
This is so bad.
But I’ve made my decision.
With a hard swallow and without ever letting my eyes waver from his, I tell him, “I want you to show me.”
I do not mistake it, and it amazes me, but Jerico’s expression is one of relief. It’s fleeting, and his eyes immediately darken. With one hand still under my skirt and resting on my hip, the other comes up to wrap around the back of my neck. He gives me a squeeze—perhaps of warning, maybe of reassurance—and says, “Are you sure?”
No. I’m totally not sure.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m sure.”
Again, relief morphs into lust as he pulls his hands away from me. “Let’s go to my office. We need to set a few ground rules first.”
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it most definitely wasn’t a talk to discuss rules. I thought perhaps he’d just take me into one of the rooms. But I can’t ponder that because Jerico has my hand in his and is pulling me off the stool to drag me out of The Silo.
CHAPTER 9
Jerico