Page 25 of Sensation Fantasies 1
For some reason, I’d imagined that all the bedrooms would have chains hanging from the ceiling, floggers on the walls, and whatever else people wanted to spice things up. Instead, we walked into an elegant suite with a crystal chandelier over a king-sized bed. There were black dressers, a teal couch near a balcony, and a plush lounge chair in the corner.
“This is your private room?” I asked, remembering what Peyton had told me.
Vaughn grinned. “It is.”
“How does that work?” Ward questioned.
“Like a very expensive fuck pad, but you only get to stay in it once or twice a month.”
“Twice?” I inquired.
“Diamond members have a few more exclusive parties than the other levels. What level are you two?”
We all stood in the middle of the room. I felt awkward but answered his question. “We’re actually guests.”
Vaughn smiled. “That explains why I haven’t seen you two before last month. But are you joining, or will this only be one night for us three?”
I looked to Ward for confirmation, and he spoke, “I think we will be joining.”
Vaughn beamed. “Good.”
I swallowed. Holy shit. Would this become my new normal? Once a month Ward and I would attend a sex club where we would have sex with a rock star?
Vaughn stepped toward me, but I held up my hands in front of me. He stopped. “Sorry, I just …” I looked to Ward and then back to Vaughn and motioned to Ward as I spoke, “We’ve never done this before.”
Vaughn looked at Ward, and Ward nodded. “Not even in college?” Vaughn asked.
“I kissed a girl, but that was only college experimenting.”
“And you?” Vaughn asked Ward, and I realized that Vaughn didn’t know our names. Did he want to know? Was it better if he didn’t because of the NDAs? Though he had to know we knew his name. I had since learned that his full name was Vaughn Evans, lead guitarist for Flirting with Fire. He was also twenty-eight and fourteen years younger than me. Sixteen years younger than Ward.
“Only women,” Ward replied.
Vaughn grinned. “Now that we have the formalities out of the way, are you ready ...” He frowned. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
I smiled. “Kiera and this”—I reached out my hand and grabbed Ward’s—“is my husband, Ward.”
Vaughn gave a curt nod. “Okay then, Kiera and Ward. Let me show you two how good I am with my hands.”
Ward moved in front of me, stopping Vaughn from advancing. “I just want to make one thing clear. Kiera’s pussy is for my dick only.”
Vaughn smiled slightly. “I get it. It’s your first time.” He took a step closer to Ward. “But you just let me know when you change your mind.”
Ward didn’t reply right away as he looked slightly up at the rock star.
“Are you sure about this?” I cut in, looking into Ward’s olive green eyes when he turned his head toward me.
He smirked and cupped my cheek. “I’m okay with whatever you want to do, but like I said, your pussy is for my dick only.”
I snorted. “Possessive. I like it.” Ward had never been this way, but I did like it. Even though he was being possessive, he was also giving me his approval to fool around with another man.
My husband’s lips came down upon mine, and I felt Vaughn move behind me. It was go-time. Ward’s tongue slid into my mouth, and I stepped closer, pressing my entire body against him. Vaughn followed, pressing against me from behind again, and it was just like we were when we were downstairs.
Both men were hard, I was starting to melt, and it all felt right.
With Ward’s mouth still against mine, I felt Vaughn skim his hands down my bare legs and then up and under my short dress. His calloused fingers slid across my skin and straight for my bare center. I wasn’t wearing panties because I knew, at some point, Ward and I would fuck. I just didn’t think it would be with Vaughn too.
I moaned into Ward’s mouth as Vaughn’s finger brushed across my slit. My husband pulled his mouth from mine and looked down to where my dress had risen and Vaughn’s fingers were rubbing my clit.
