CHAPTER 48

This is absolute torture.

It must be what hell is like.

I sit at the bar in The Silo and nurse a ginger ale, mainly to keep the ruse going that I’m too under the weather to participate with Noel. He seemed to accept it, and I think that had something to do with the fact he easily found a woman who agreed to use the dildo machine with him.

Now I watch him in action. I can’t see clearly as he’s drawn a crowd around the glass wall, but I see enough to know what he’s doing, and I can’t lie… it turns me on. It turns me on because I remember Jas on that machine and I’ve fantasized about getting her back on it.

We got here about an hour ago and, within two minutes, I was ready to leave. But Ford met us and of course, Noel had to get the grand tour. They chatted easily about some of the designs Noel was working on, but I only listened with half an ear. I was too busy feeling guilty about being here in the first place.

I shouldn’t be here without Jas

I know some couples swing without each other in attendance, but I don’t want to fucking swing. I might be a pussy for admitting it, but I just don’t want anyone but her. If this cluster fuck ever gets outed, or Jas decides she’s had enough and wants to move on to a better prospect, then I’m not sure how I get over having someone like her.

We finally came to The Silo, as Ford saved it for last so Noel could watch his machine in action. Noel was spectacularly proud—he should be—but immensely turned on. He had an erection popping the front of his dress slacks while we watched and discussed potential modifications.

And I can’t lie about that either. Watching the machine being used, remembering it with Jas, and listening to Ford and Noel talking about how he could make a variety of attachments to mount on the piston had me sporting wood too. I was horny as fuck for Jas, and I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of here and meet her in the hotel room that sits sixteen stories beneath my penthouse apartment.

“He’s got some really clever ideas,” Ford says as he sits down on a stool beside me. “Those machines could be high dollar too.”

I shrug as I watch Noel through the glass. He’s got a woman on the machine, and he’s playing with the remote. I can hear her screams of pleasure, and my dick gets a little harder.

“He makes a lot of money through his engineering firm,” I point out. “This is just a hobby for him.”

“I don’t think so,” Ford says, and that catches my attention. I turn to look at him. “I think he’s considering doing this full time. Design and then mass production.”

“You’re shitting me?” I ask in astonishment. I mean, Noel likes kinky shit, but I didn’t know it was his passion.

Ford turns and I do the same, both of us watching Noel, who is now unbuttoning his pants. The woman is getting jackhammered by the dildo, which has obviously been exchanged out for a new one after the last woman was on it.

“I offered to stake him the money if he wants to do it,” Ford says, and my head again snaps back to him. He doesn’t look at me though, merely watching Noel in action for a few moments.

I’m completely stunned. I thought Noel was like me. Professional by day, kinky bastard by night. The thought of him moving into the sex industry full time is a shocker for sure and not necessarily the best decision in my opinion. I’m not sure Jas is going to like this either.

Noel catches my attention again back in the glassed room. He’s naked now and kneels to make an adjustment on the seat. It raises the woman a bit higher, and tilts so her ass sticks out. The dildo continues fucking her from underneath the seat’s opening.

He makes another adjustment, I believe pulling the pistoning arm back a bit, and her ass moves back even more. There’s no mistaking his intention.

I sip at my ginger ale, missing Jas so much I ache, and incredibly turned on because Noel is doing to that woman what I want to do to his sister. We’d even talked about doing a re-creation of our first night together on that machine. Jasmine’s ass accommodates me beautifully now, so she suggested moving it to the next level on one of our visits to the club.

That would be a special visit for sure. Jas and I had cut our time here back to barely once a week. Neither of us needed the stimulation the club provided, our attraction and desire for one another keeping us constantly fueled.

I’d give anything right now to just have her in my empty apartment, chilling out on the couch and watching Netflix.

And fucking before we went to sleep, of course.

I watch with growing discomfort as Noel takes the woman’s ass as roughly as the machine is giving it to her. But I know it’s okay because I’ve seen that woman in here plenty and she likes it that way. I’ve seen her do double anal without so much as blinking.

Right now, she’s screaming out in ecstasy and shuddering as her body is wracked with orgasms. Noel’s head falls back as he comes inside of her, and my dick gets harder as I watch him slowly move in and out of her ass while he amps up the speed of the dildo in her pussy.

She screams and comes again.

“He’ll make a killing off those machines,” Ford murmurs, his eyes pinned on Noel.

I can’t say I disagree. Fuck, I’d like to have one installed in my apartment so Jas could ride it every night.

“Now,” Ford says as he stands from the stool. “I’m completely fucking horny for Thalia. I’m heading out, but tell Noel I’ll follow up with him during the week to discuss this more.”

I reach a hand out, and Ford shakes it. “Sure thing. See you around.”

“Will I?” Ford says with a grin. “You’re never here anymore and I only see you with that dark-haired beauty you won’t share with anyone.”

Christ, I didn’t realize Ford had seen me here with Jas. He’s almost never here when I am to begin with and when Jas and I come in, we do our thing and then leave.

“I’ve not seen her, but Kourtney told Thalia who told me,” he explains as if he could read my mind. “I hate to lose one of my most popular patrons, but I wish you the best, buddy.”

“Thanks,” I say with a dry throat and a jerk of my chin in acknowledgment.

Ford leaves, and I’m thankful he hasn’t seen Jas. He’d be able to tell she was Noel’s sister in a heartbeat.

My head starts throbbing… an honest-to-goodness headache that makes my boner deflate. Now that Noel got his rocks off, I’m hoping we can head back to my apartment. He’s got a morning flight out, and I know he won’t want to stay out too late.

I just really need to be with Jas right now, if for nothing other than to make the most of our time together.

***

I slip into the hotel room, and I can tell by the utter silence that Jasmine’s asleep. I didn’t get out of The Sinful Night Club as early as I’d planned. Noel wanted to fuck on The Deck. I was thankfully able to use my slight “vertigo” problem to beg off. I’d not had an episode in years, but he doesn’t know that. I don’t fuck out on The Deck mainly for that reason, so it wasn’t an out-and-out lie.

I had told Noel I was going to explore the other rooms, so he probably thought I’d had sex with someone despite my “stomach issue”. This was fine by me.

We didn’t talk about it on the way home because he was trashed. He passed out face down on the guest bed, and I felt confident I could slip away to be with Jas. I made a mental note to ask Jas if she thought Noel was drinking too much lately. It was starting to become a concern, but then again… it didn’t seem to affect his regular life so I wasn’t sure.

I take off my clothes and slide into the bed, spooning up behind her. I know instantly she’s awake by how stiff she is in my arms. I pull her in closely and whisper, “I’m so fucking glad to be here right now.”

She responds by wiggling her ass against my dick. It starts to respond, and I mutter, “Yes, I’m horny from watching that stuff all night, and yes, I want to fuck you, but for now… let me just hold you for a bit, okay?”

“Was it awful?” she asks, her voice carrying concern for me hanging out in a sex club all night. That’s whacked.

“It was hell, baby,” I tell her softly.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she says into the darkness.

“I know.” My arms lock tighter around her. “I won’t ever go there again without you.”

“Deal,” she says softly, and I think all is okay.

“In fact,” I add on. “I’m okay if we don’t go back there again.”

This surprises her, and she wiggles in my embrace so she can flip around and face me. I can’t see her features very well, but the tone of her voice tells me that makes her wary.

“Why not?”

“I don’t need it to have it bad for you, Jas,” I explain. “I’ve got it bad for you 24/7.”

“It’s fun, but I don’t need it either,” she says, and my body relaxes. “Maybe only for special occasions.”

I chuckle. “And one last hoorah to get you on that machine. I want that again.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs as she drops her hand down to my cock. Her warm hand starts to stroke me as she whispers, “I want that again, too.”

My hand goes between her legs, and she’s perfectly wet for me. “Missed this tonight. Fantasized about this tonight.”

“It’s yours every night,” she says. For a moment, I imagine a world I could have Jorie in my future for real. Where I could be open about it and not keep her like a dirty little secret from her brother.

Pulling my hand out from between her legs, I toss the covers off us and roll to my back. My hand goes to her head. “Get those lips on my cock.”

She sits up, goes to her knees, and immediately leans over me. She takes me in deep and has gotten so fucking good, she can swallow the tip of my dick now without any reaction. She does so now, and a grunt of pleasure escapes me. I allow myself just a moment of pure bliss in this woman’s mouth, then my hands are on her hips and I’m dragging her over me.

She doesn’t need any encouragement. We’ve sixty-nined several times before, trying out a variety of positions. This is my favorite though because she lowers her pussy to my face and rubs herself all over my mouth. Jas has blossomed and isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants. She sure as fuck isn’t afraid to give.

My tongue drives in deep as I use my hands on her hips to help move her on me. I take breaths of air when I can, allow myself to feel her on my dick, and I eat her out hard. Best fucking meal in the world in my opinion.

It doesn’t take her long, but then again, it never does. I’m always a little stunned and totally full of myself how fast I can get her off, but she’s always super reactive to my tongue. She explodes, grinds down on me, and scrapes her teeth up my cock at the same time.

Fuck, that feels good.

I let her barely lick me for a few moments as she experiences the full orgasm, but once the tremors die away, she’s back on my cock again. In deep, her throat clamping tight to the tip each time. Jasmine’s hand goes to my balls and I close my eyes, giving in to nothing but sensation while I casually pet her sensitive clit. I think about putting my mouth back on her, but honestly… Jasmine’s so good at sucking my cock now, I just want to experience it. I’ll get her off again after.

Pulling all the way off me, she whispers in the dark, “Raise your legs up and spread them for me, Alex.”

This is new, but I don’t hesitate to comply. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her when it comes to sex.

I can’t see what she’s doing as her pussy’s blocking by view, but then her warm mouth is back on me, working my shaft.

Then I feel her finger pressing against my hole, and I can’t fucking help but tense. It’s wet and warm, I’m assuming from a trip to her mouth before she took me back in.

She bobs her head faster, her hand stroking my balls. I relax, give into the feeling for a few blissful moments, and then she’s pushing that delicate finger straight into my ass.

I bark out a cry of surprise and pleasure all at the same time, and I’m completely unprepared for the orgasm that rips through me. Jas hums in appreciation as she sucks me down, gently moving her finger in and out as I continue to come and come and come.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, my hips rising off the bed to get more of her mouth? More of her finger? I have no fucking clue, but that was some intense shit.

When I’m absolutely spent, she pulls off me and gently slides her finger out.

“Jesus, Jas,” I mutter. “You’re a fucking dirty girl.”

“I’ve been reading,” she says, and I can hear the satisfied smirk in her tone.

“You deserve another orgasm for that,” I tell her as I pull her back down onto my face, and she sighs with contentment.