Page 54 of Dare to be Different

Remy grins at me, sitting back on a partition wall, a woman on either side of him and one between his legs. And then hands are on me. Lips press to my skin, my head tilts back, and I get swept up in the club’s energy, realizing that it doesn’t feel forced or fake. We’re a sweaty, writhing mess of bodies that want nothing more than a lusty connection and the ability to let our sexual sides out.

I make out with four different people before Remy tugs on my shirt, bringing me between his legs with the chick who is already there. She spins to kiss me, and my hands land on her hips. Remy’s legs trap us in his net, and fuck if I’d rather be anywhere else. When she turns her attention to him, I lean forward to kiss her neck, my hair brushing Remy’s jaw. Then Remy is tugging on my shirt again and my hands slide up his thighs, and this chick is wedged between our bodies, but our mouths find each other and stay connected.

When Remy’s tongue meets mine, a guttural groan reverberates through my chest harder than the music does. The chick spins, pressing her ass to Remy’s groin, so I press my hard dick against the front of her, deepening my kiss with the blond bastard who has captured all my attention.

This is the shit I live for. People, hot and horny, being filthy with no shame about it. Swapping and sharing and not giving a fuck who does what. No jealousy. No ridicule. No hesitations or reservations about showing how into it we are.

Remy grins against my lips, running his tongue over his. “Fuck, Zahn.”

Fuck, Zahn what? Goddammit Remy. I look him in the eye, seeing nothing but eagerness. But what for?

I don’t get the chance to find out because we’re separated by the chick, and our attention drifts back to her. My dance partners end up in the mix, and the platinum blond grabs my hand, pulling me down so she can shout in my ear.

“Are you two a package deal?” she asks; I nod. “That’s my boyfriend.” She says of the rockstar. “You two wanna get out of here with us?” she asks me, but leans in to ask Remy the same thing.

He looks at me and I look at him, and together, we decide to go for it. Three guys and one chick. This is a new one for us.

We’re following them out of the club a little while later, but before we break free from the crowd, I pull Remy back to double-check.

“This okay?” I ask, cheek to cheek. If he says no, I will walk the fuck out of here with him and go wherever he wants.

He nods and tries to start walking again, but I grab his wrist and stop him. “Remy.”

He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, brings our bodies flush together, and presses his groin to mine. Bold motherfucker. “I want to watch you with them.”

My cock throbs and my breath catches. “Just watch?”

His lips brush my ear and his hard dick grinds against mine. “To start.”

“Fuck, Remy,” I groan, echoing his words from earlier.

He looks into my eyes, watches my mouth, and then grabs my hand and leads me after the couple waiting for us.

I’m about to get schooled in all those lessons I didn’t expect to learn so soon.

We’re in a private room of the club, the four of us naked and meshing. Remy hasn’t done much more than kiss and touch, but he’s doing it right in the very middle of all of us. This chick is sprawled out over his lap while her boyfriend goes down on her and her hand fondles my cock. Remy watches everything.

When we shift, and the boyfriend starts fucking her from behind, her mouth wraps around my shaft and my head falls back against Remy’s shoulder.

We’re swapping and switching, and everything feels seamless and intense when I find myself right next to Remy. And Remy gets bossy.

“Fuck her harder,” he orders the boyfriend. He complies. His hand jerks his cock and his body presses against mine, watching the chick suck me off.

He’s watching everything.

I watch Remy. I watch Remy. I watch Remy.

And then my stomach tightens, and my good mood shifts into something uncertain when the guy’s hand links with his girlfriend’s hand, and they inch them up Remy’s thigh. So close to his cock.

I watch Remy. I watch Remy. I watch Remy.

When he removes his hand from his dick, giving them permission to touch it, pressure builds in my throat, choking me in a way I did not expect to get choked. Their hands are so close to touching his dick, eager fingers ready to wrap around it and bring him pleasure like they’ve been doing to me all night.

I’m a hypocrite. An unfair asshole. Nervous during sex when I never have been before.

Remy’s abs tighten and his ass lifts off the seat a little, his hand landing on the side of my leg. He watches their hands get closer and closer while I have a fucking panic attack.

What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t do this. I don’t get territorial. I don’t get jealous. I don’t…

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