Page 76 of The Secret Club
I am delighted to spend the morning with Blake and Jake ending our time together in a triple fucking session with me on the bed, Jake inside me and Blake inside Jake. I get off watching the boys interact and crossing swords, there’s a new kink unlocked for me.
I spend the afternoon with Dr Jack and Tom playing cards and then fucking them both. They did not cross swords but were more than happy to alternate and spitroast me. Twice.
After being fed so thoroughly, Cook kissed me goodnight and I fell into a wonderful warm sleep. But not a deep sleep like usual. Maybe it was something I ate or a loud noise or the temperature changing, I have no idea but for the first time since I slept alone in the glass room, I awake. I lay still, not moving a muscle as my mind wraps around where I am. I am lying on my back, my head on the pillows as usual but I don’t have any covers over me like I did when I fell asleep.Where did they go?I reach for them, but they are not in reach, not on any part of my body. I open my bleary eyes and try to focus on my surroundings. The lights are dimmed like every evening, but I can always see around the room and as my eyes focus and I look down on the bed, I see there are no covers on the bed. I frown in confusion and am about to sit up when a slender man with black curly hair walks from the bathroom towards my prone naked form.
Fright consumes me for a minute before I realise this must be Darcy. Despite never having met him, curiosity has me stifle any noise that was about to come out of my mouth as I remember the rule to play asleep if I wake up. I close my eyes and hope my fast-rising chest and breathing haven’t been noticed yet. I try my hardest to calm down and relax. My heart is thumping so loud in my chest it’s hard to hear what Darcy is doing.
A chill runs down my spine and I suspect it was the temperaturethat cooled and woke me up. Lying still and pretending to be asleep has just turned into my life goal of acting. I am not sure I can pull off pretending to be asleep. Staying immovably still feels impossible. Already I have an itch and a deep desire to move a limb. I don’t think I am going to be able to do this. My heart rate begins to spike again as I fight myself to keep control and stay still.
I feel the air around me move and then with the lightest of touches I feel the pad of a finger circle my left nipple. The touch is featherlight, almost there but almost not. It’s arousing, makes me want to lean into the touch but I know that would break the rules. I wish I could open my eyes to see how Darcy is looking at me.
After minutes of Darcy’s feather-like touch circling, I feel his mouth gently replace his fingers. He doesn’t suck or apply pressure, he simply holds his warm mouth over my nipple and gently laps his tongue, so gentle it’s a barely there movement that has my core building up to an inferno of desire. Speaking of heat, I don’t feel so cold anymore. In fact I feel warmer without the covers suddenly. Have they been playing with the heating to ensure I stay asleep and comfortable when Darcy visits me each night?
Lying deadly still, my mind focuses solely on Darcy’s mouth. He makes almost no noise and certainly no big movements. When he seems to have had his fill, he lifts his warm mouth but no cold air hits my nipple from the wetness, it’s simply warm enough in the room not to notice.
Like a burglar in the night, I feel Darcy slide himself gracefully off the bed and he must move around to my left side as I feel the air move slightly but see and hear nothing. He must climb onto the bed next to me and again I feel the pad of a finger circle my now pebbled nipple. He plays with this one for an eternity, seemingly having all the time in the world, or allnight as he usually would. He removes his finger once again and places his soft lips, encasing my nipple. Shocks of electricity spike down to my clit. He is being so sensual, and it almost feels like such a waste that I miss out on this every single evening. I would prefer to know and feel, but I guess that is not what turns Darcy on. He likes me unmoving and unaware. That is both absolutely appalling and unbearably hot at the same time. Clearly, I need my head read but ever since James fucked me in my drunken haze of a deep sleep after my sister’s 40th, the idea has turned me on endlessly.
I have zero idea of what the time is and in all honesty, there is something very relaxing about a stranger playing with your body so secretly, I could actually fall back asleep. But I’m too curious, I want to know what happens next, what will he do?
Eventually Darcy’s warm mouth moves off my nipple and silently the bed dips only slightly around me. I don’t move but the bed moves near my head. My head is facing to the right towards the bathroom. I haven’t moved a muscle since Darcy walked out of the bathroom. I feel something soft and velvety run along the seam of my lips. A barely there touch but over and over again I feel the lewd act of Darcy’s cock run along my lips. I want to open them; I want to run my lips around his head and then suck him down. Fighting myself to stay completely still or ruin his pleasure, I relax my breathing and facial muscles and pray he hasn’t noticed I’m not breathing as I should when I’m asleep.
When I don’t feel the featherlight touches along my lips, I feel the bed move lightly by my head and then a few moments later at the end of the bed between my legs. Then I feel the feathery caress of fingers along my folds. They feel teasing and I yearn to be touched, no matter how softly, on that one ball of nerves that must be erect and sitting to attention right now as anticipation racks my body. Not seeing and only hearing and feeling is heightening my arousal to a breaking point.
Darcy must feel similarly because I hear a light groan and then I feel something thicker gently rub along the seam of my pussy. It’s warm and velvety and I know that feeling very well. He’s barely touching me with his cock, but I feel it on every nerve ending shooting through my pussy. Need bristles through my body, the need to reach out and touch, the need to draw him in and fuck me, the need to come. My body is ablaze with need, and he doesn’t know because he’s enjoying my sleeping body. Does he enter me whilst I’m sleeping? The answer presents itself when I feel warm ribbons of come coat my pussy, they dribble down my mound and down my folds, hot sticky creamy goodness he could have left inside of me. I want to move and tell him but it’s too late and I remind myself that this is what he enjoys, not the actual sex part.
Darcy taps the tip of his cock lightly leaving the last dribbles on my skin. I feel the bed move slightly and then again near my head. Then I feel a delicate finger pad rub a warm liquid along my lips so gingerly I question whether I’m feeling it at all.
As if in denial I peek out my tongue and swipe my lower lip and the burst of salty flavour hits my tongue. I slowly open my eyes to see hazel ones looking back at me encased in long dark lashes. We stare at each other, reading each other and I build up the courage to say, “Stay with me tonight.”
I don’t know whether I have just upset Darcy, I know I’ve broken his rules but there is something in his eyes that emboldened me to ask. A yearning perhaps?
His lips press together as if he’s thinking and then quirk upwards in a small smile and he replies simply, “OK.”
He moves off the bed where I watch his dark, toned body disappear into the bathroom. When he returns, he cleans me up so I’m no longer sticky, pulls the duvet back onto the bed and lies his head down on the pillow next to me, facing me. Darcy has his hand splayed out in front of his chest on the bedand I put mine on top of his. We just look into each other’s eyes until mine begin to feel droopy and sleep claims me again.
When I awake again it must still be early, there is no music, the lights are still dimmed low, and I hear the light breathing of the gorgeous man sleeping next to me. He’s moved onto his back and an idea creeps into my mind. If he likes to do things to women whilst they’re asleep, how would he feel if things were done to him whilst he was sleeping?
Gingerly I slide myself off the bed, walk around to Darcy’s side of the bed and peel off the duvet cover from over him. Then I walk to the end of the bed and climb on moving slowly just like I felt him do last night. Barely breathing, I slither myself up the bed and in between his legs trying my hardest not to touch them. Finding his flaccid cock lying between his legs I begin to place featherlight licks on and around the head. Barely there wet touches of my tongue up and around the underside of his head until I notice blood flow inflating his cock to half-mast, creating more length for me to lick. I dribble a line of spit onto his growing erection and swirl it softly around with my tongue until it’s sitting fully erect below my face. Delicately I lower my mouth and slide it down over the head of his cock, so that just the head is encased in my mouth. I don’t move another muscle, I just softly swirl my tongue around the sensitive underside and then up and over his slit. I can taste the pre-come as I sweep across. I’m trying so hard to be as featherlight as he was to me but now he’s fully erect and in my mouth, I suspect the game is going to be up very soon.
I suck very gently as he begins to stir and opens his eyes to meet mine looking up at him, my lips wrapped around his erection. Now he’s awake, I no longer need to be featherlike and soft. Keeping eye contact, I take him fully into my mouth and suck him down hard. Darcy lets out the most delirious moan that sends heat rushing to my core. He allows me to pump my mouth up and down a few times before he grabs me under thearms, pulls me towards his chest so I’m lined up for him to thrust inside my sopping pussy.
Darcy pushes me down as he thrusts up inside of me and we groan in unison. Keeping eye contact, I begin to ride him gently, feeling every single inch of him moving past and rubbing my g-spot and then hitting that delicious spot deep at my back walls. As we move together, we both pick up the pace, a frenzied movement of my hips until I sit upright on him, fully impaled and riding him quickly to chase my climax.
Holding my hips, he moves me forward and back, over and over again. My breasts wobble, my nipples feel like tight peaks, and I pull at them looking for that one last nudge into paradise. Darcy pulls me back down across him, reaches his head up and takes one nipple in his mouth and bites down. I cry out from the pain and the ecstasy all at once as endorphins flood my core and my climax tears through me. I whimper as I quiver through my orgasm, clenching around Darcy who thrusts deeper, ploughing up into me and stretching my orgasm along too.
Rocking me harder and faster, his eyes boring into mine, Darcy holds me still and unloads so deep, I know his seed is shooting straight into my cervix. He lets out the breath he was holding onto and blissed out pleasure fills his features as they relax and look softly back at me.
Taking in his appearance, he looks possibly early forties, maybe Arabian descent. All dark skin and beautiful. I can’t believe I have finally met him and actually fucked him. Just in the nick of time seeing as it’s now day six of my stay with these men.
I pull off Darcy and slide to lay curled facing towards him how we’d fallen asleep the previous night. He curls in towards me too, “Thank you for that wake up, I have never experienced anything quite like it. I always thought it was just playing withsleeping women’s bodies that got me off, but waking up in your mouth is something I wish I could do every morning.”
I glow at his words. We haven’t even had a proper conversation until now so as an opener, this is music to my ears. It makes my heart puff out and glow. It’s exactly what I want Darcy to feel because I want all the men to get what they have paid for and more. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to return the favour for last night. You know, I wish I hadn’t slept through all our other encounters knowing what you were doing to me, it was hot, like lava hot.”
“You were awake longer than when you opened your eyes?” he enquires, surprise raising his eyebrows to his forehead. I did good on my acting.
“Yes, and it was the most erotic and sensual thing I have ever woken up to.”
“I guess I know that feeling now myself.” He smiles brightly, like he’s just had his first orgasm all over again.
