Page 33 of Outside the Lines
Simon sat up bolt straight. Lydia looked puzzled.
“Uh,” Simon said. “Officer Merrick—”
Lydia clasped her hand over her mouth and laughed. She was shaking enough she had to set her wine down. “Oh,” she said. “Why, yes. I have.” Another chuckle. “Simon told you about the rule, eh?”
I felt a bit like a James Bond villain smiling over the top of my wine. “Yes, he did.” Before I could suck them back in, words tumbled out of my mouth. “He said you’d like to watch.”
Simon put down his wine. He seemed to be holding his breath. Lydia met my gaze. Talk about somewhat evil grins over wine—she beat mine. “You offering?”
Was I?
“Please say yes.” Simon’s voice was a whisper and he squirmed in his seat.
Oh hell, yes. I was. “Maybe we should take this elsewhere?”
We all rose, and I suspected we were all in a daze. The glasses and the wine remained on the table.
“Stairs.” Simon pointed, and he seemed as breathless as I felt.
I caught his arm, pulled him to me and claimed his mouth, relishing that sexy groan in the back of his throat. He melted against me like before, surrendering, wanting. Every part of me needed him moaning and gasping under me.
“Wow.” Lydia’s voice somehow added to my desire. “You’re serious.”
I broke the kiss and spoke against Simon’s lips. “Yes, I am.”
Didn’t know how we all made it upstairs, but we did and I found myself in a bedroom that was a little too small to be the master bedroom, but still had personal touches to it. I stroked Simon’s cheek. “Lube and condoms?”
A huff that was almost laughter. “In the bedside table, where they belong.”
I stole a kiss before checking. Yup, as promised. And a few other items besides. Vibrator, a scarf similar to the one I owned, leather cuffs, a small paddle and a gag.Someoneliked sex on the kinkier side.
Lydia lowered herself into a chair against the wall opposite me. That would give her an excellent view of the bed.
Ofcourse. Swingers. I wondered how many times Simon had sat there and watched Lydia. “Ever seen your husband be fucked?”
She shook her head, eyes wide, cheeks as flushed as Simon’s. Being gay, I’d never paid too much attention to what women look like when turned on, but I guessed Lydia was there.
Simon’s arousal was easy to spot, that nice hard ridge in his jeans as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Today’s your lucky day,” I said. Didn’t know which one I was talking to. Probably both. I pulled out the lube and a condom and hesitated before closing the drawer. “Whose cuffs?”
Simon swallowed. “Um. They fit both of us.”
Oh good.I pulled them out, then slid the drawer shut. Simon was practically vibrating, and I met his stare. “Strip. Now.”
He did, first kicking off his shoes, then unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his chest and stomach, before letting it fall to the floor. Jeans next, unbuttoning and unzipping. Both those and his underwear joined his shirt.
His cock was full and pointing up, tip already beaded with pre-come.Someonewanted to be fucked badly. I glanced casually at Lydia, expecting her attention to be engrossed with her husband, but she met my gaze, mouth open slightly, as if I were a complete surprise. Maybe she was turned on by me. I couldn’t tell. I gave her a smile, then focused on Simon, who’d taken off his socks and now stood naked at the foot of the bed.
Good. “Step back a pace.”
He did and I tossed the condom, lube, and cuffs onto the bed, and sauntered to stand in front of him. Simon’s attention was entirely on me. He was hard forme.
Heady, always, this feeling of power. Utterly intoxicating with Lydia in the room. I’d never been naked with a woman present, or taken out my aching dick and stroked myself. I did the latter now, and watched Simon shiver in delight.
The chair creaked and that sent a tremble up my spine. “Get on your knees, Si.”
He knelt and peered up, blue eyes so intent on me. I took a seat on the bed and stroked my length while Simon leaned forward with anticipation.
Lydia gave a little sigh, probably because Simon was so damn hot. Hell, I sighed too.
