Watching Sin (A Fetish and Fantasy Short Story) (3 page)

Killian’s hand suddenly laced itself over and around Doug’s in Alana’s hair, surprising them both, as he gently exerted pressure so that her mouth went back down to Doug’s cock. “Don’t stop her; it was just getting good, D. I want to know if she swallows or not.”

Doug’s eyes met Killian’s over Alana’s bobbing head, and Doug felt like he’d been gripped by the nutsack. If it wasn’t for the steady pressure of Alana’s hands braced on each thigh, he might have glanced down to check. There was an intense look of hunger in Killian’s eyes again, and there was no denying who it was directed at when he made eye contact with him.

The realization that his best friend and business partner really was sexually attracted to him, broke his control, and without warning, Doug shot a full load of cum down Alana’s throat. He heard her squeak of surprise as she nearly choked on the mouthful, but he could feel her relax, so that she could take it like a champ, while he maintained eye contact with the first man he’d ever wanted to fuck.

Chapter Three

Killian…

Without thinking, Killian reached out and drew his thumb across Alana’s pursed lips, stealing a dribble of cum from the crease. He took his time as he licked it from the digit, maintaining eye contact with Doug the whole time. Heat flared in the other man’s dark eyes, and his jaw flexed with tension. Satisfied that Doug was interested, Killian released him from his visual hold and turned back to Alana, who was still kneeling at their feet.

“That was beautiful, love.
 
You’ve made your husband proud.” When Doug didn’t immediately agree, Killian frowned at him pointedly.

“Yes, of course sweetheart. I, uh, well…my brain just isn’t functioning yet. I think you fried it with that blow job,” Doug said with a sharp chuckle. His pants were still open and his dick hung limply just to the left of his zipper, the shimmer of saliva and semen catching the light and making Killian’s cock throb.

“While I’m down here…” Alana said quietly. Her eyes zeroed in on Killian’s zipper, but her hands stayed splayed on her thighs. She was completely relaxed as she sat in the submissive pose without realizing it.

Killian heard Doug’s sharp inhale, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he stroked his hand over her golden hair, and drew her head closer to his hips. When her nose made contact with the hard length of his erection she shivered against him, and he felt a smile stretch his lips.

“Is there something you’d like to ask me, love?” His voice deepened, and her eyelids grew heavier at the gravelly sound.

“Um, can I, well… that is…do you want me to…”

“Say it, Alana.” Doug demanded gruffly. Killian saw him stroke his cock as he watched Alana.

She flushed bright red, and dropped her head away from him. Killian hurried to reassure her, “Easy, love. Doug just wants you to accept yourself and ask for what you want. That is what you’re here for right? And you’re already brave enough to come this far. Ask me.”

Her swollen lips parted as she took a deep breath, and mumbled, “Killian, may I suck your…cock? Please?”

The last word was the only reason Killian didn’t make her repeat herself. She said it as a final plea to end her discomfort, both mental and physical. Need burned in her eyes when the blue orbs finally lifted to meet his. “You ask so prettily, love. Of course you may.”

With shaking hands, she managed to release the zipper and button on his tuxedo pants, and his hard cock popped free. It wasn’t nearly as thick as Doug’s, but he only had him by an inch in length. Killian knew he was more than adequately endowed, and he stood proudly with his erection jutting from the nest of dark-haired curls between his thighs. Both Alana and Doug were fixated on the purple length, and under their twin gazes, it thickened even further.

“Don’t make me wait, Alana. I’m not much for teasing.” There was just enough of a threat in his voice to have her moving quickly to grasp his cock in her small, pale hand and stroke him firmly. Her technique needed refining, but she certainly made up for it with enthusiasm as she engulfed the head of his dick and sucked him to the back of her throat.

Taking a chance, Killian braced himself with a hand on Doug’s bicep and used the other to grip the back of Alana’s head. He was ridiculously pleased when neither resisted the intimate touch. Doug planted his feet, and used his opposite hand to cup his cock and balls, while he watched his wife suck Killian off. She relaxed further, allowing his prick to slide farther down her throat. She gagged a little, tears welling up in her eyes, and spittle leaking from the corner of her mouth. Killian eased his hold, and wiped the escaping tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

“Easy, love. I’ve got all night for you…two.” He let the last word linger on his lips without looking up at Doug. He wanted to make sure he allowed the man plenty of room to stop the inevitable if it freaked him out.

Alana’s tongue undulated against the underside of his shaft, and he felt a familiar tingle at the base of his balls. Sliding his hand under her chin, he gripped her jaw firmly and pulled her off of him. “Doug, move over here, and let’s give her a challenge.”

~ ~ ~

Doug…

Killian directed him and Alana where he wanted them, like an erotic puppeteer, pulling their strings as they danced for him. Before he really understood what was happening, Doug was hip-to-hip with him, and their cocks were slapping against each other.
Precum
dribbled from the twin mushroom heads, and Alana looked like a cobra entranced by a lone flute. She opened her mouth, but her lips only stretched so wide. There was no way that both dicks were going to fit in her small mouth.

Instead, she took turns, sliding her lips over first one, then the other. She pumped her fist up one length before she sucked her way down the next, with both cocks smashed together in her hands. It was a feast of kinky proportions and Doug was all in. He had never imagined having another man’s junk so close to his, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Killian’s cock. It was perfectly shaped, and it curved upward slightly in offering.

Mentally slapping himself, he swallowed back a lump of shame. Surely it wasn’t right for him to stand here fantasizing about tasting another man’s cock while his wife had her lips around his own erection?

She vacuum-sealed her lips tight around the crown of his cock and he shuddered, reaching a hand out to steady himself without realizing he had placed it on the small of Killian’s back. When it hit him, it was too late to remove it without looking odd, so he left it there. There was something comforting about the heat that filtered through Killian’s tux jacket.

Any other night, it would have taken Doug an hour to recharge his battery enough to come again, but the sexy tableau and the taboo of fucking in front of people he knew, had his cock vibrating with pent up desire again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come again, sweetheart.”

“Do it,” she whispered seductively. Her eyes met his then moved to meet Killian’s, as she gripped both of their dicks in her hands and stroked them firmly. “Please, come for me.”

The demand was sweetly erotic, but Doug waited. It wasn’t until Killian firmly nodded his head that he realized he had been waiting for permission to come all over his own wife.

~ ~ ~

Alana…

She felt each twitch of the cocks in her palms. Killian’s spurted harder, but Doug’s went on for what seemed like an eternity, covering her cleavage in spunk and leaving her sticky and wet with her own desire.

It wasn’t that she had forgotten they had an audience, but she had managed to block them out and focus her mind entirely on the two men in front of her. So when someone suddenly began to clap, it was a loud sharp sound that ricocheted through her brain. Embarrassment flooded her, and her eyes popped open as she shot to her feet, swaying on numb limbs that had been bent too long.

Doug’s arms wrapped around her, with her sticky wet breasts pressed tightly to his dress shirt, the pale green tie she had carefully selected for him ruined now. She related to the limp material as she felt the shame of her actions building like a thunderstorm in her head, pounding at her conscience and seizing up her heart.

Like a lighthouse on the horizon, Killian’s face appeared in front of her wild, darting gaze, blocking out the room and the audience completely. Instead of hearing their applause and murmured chatter, she heard Doug shushing her and Killian firmly saying her name.

“Alana. Look at me.” Her eyes found his, and she held on to his steady gaze as tightly as her arms held onto her husband. “That’s it. Good girl. Stay with us. None of them matter. The only people who matter are Doug and I, right love?”

She managed to nod, her teeth beginning to chatter as shock set in and she remembered she was standing in the middle of the crowded living room of Killian’s home wearing only a garter belt, stockings and heels. Biting her lips, she fought to hold in the tears that were slipping from her eyes, but she was unable to hold onto her focus now that reality had set in.

Killian was frowning and she heard someone curse before she was lifted up into Doug’s arms. The breeze of their movement was chilly on her flushed skin, but she was already shivering, so it went unnoticed. She hung limply in Doug’s arms, her hands locked tight around his neck, and her face buried in his chest.

“Bring her in here. She needs some time to adjust and calm down.”

“Is she okay? I’ve never seen her like this.” Doug took a seat on something that sunk down—a bed she was guessing—and she heard a door click closed, cutting off the chattering of the party guests until the noise was nothing but a faint murmur through the walls.

“She’ll be fine. She’s just not used to being the center of attention, and she got lost in the moment. Reality’s a bitch when you’re that turned on.”

“Tell me about it.”

Alana could hear the two of them discussing her as though she wasn’t there, but she couldn’t make her mouth work to speak up. Humiliation and disappointment burned in her gut. This was supposed to be her moment to be free of her hang-ups, the moment she let go of her self-doubts and embraced her sensuality. Instead, she felt like a wannabe porn star that got carried away when the director yelled ‘cut’.

“I should’ve said no.” Doug sounded so forlorn and broken that she forced her eyes open to stare up at his jaw.

Killian inhaled sharply, “No, you should not have. She asked for what she wanted because she is stronger than you realize. She’s just having a momentary panic attack, but she’ll be back to herself again in a few moments. It’s something that happens a lot when a new sub does a public scene for the first time. Some realize they can handle it, while others make it a hard limit.”

“I’m not a sub,” she whispered, turning her head to glare at Killian.

His sexy full lips turned up in a half grin, and he nodded, “Of course not, love. My mistake. You’re only submissive for me.”

Her eyes widened and she felt Doug staring down at her, waiting for her to respond. “I-I’m not sure what I am, but I know I’m not an exhibitionist. When I realized all of those people were around me, and they had just watched me sucking...well, let’s just say I think I’m content to cross public sex off my bucket list.”

She was feeling more like herself and her body relaxed and warmed as she lay in Doug’s arms. It didn’t bother her like it probably should have to be naked in front of Killian. Instead, she felt as comfortable with him as she did with her husband. As she mulled that over, Killian moved closer to where the pair sat on the bed, moving in tight, so that the soft fabric of his trousers brushed against her naked hip and Doug’s knees.

“Can you honestly tell me that you weren’t turned on, Alana?” he asked with a raised eyebrow of doubt.

She shook her head, “No. I was most definitely turned on, but not because they were watching me.” The room was heavy with tension as both men waited for her to continue. Alana struggled for a brief moment before she forced the words out. “I was turned on because
you
were watching me.”

“Me?” Killian asked.

Nodding, she waited for the fallout from that bomb, but it never came. Doug pressed a kiss to her temple and nuzzled her ear, while Killian stood there watching the two of them mutely as he processed her words.

“You want me to watch you.”

“No.” she said shortly, frowning, “I want you with me. With me and Doug.” Her eyes lifted to meet Doug’s. “I know this is a shock to you, too, because I’ve never let on that things weren’t perfect between us, but I didn’t realize how much was missing until now. I’m so sorry for my freak out, but I really think I need this. Can you give me tonight? If you ask me to walk away in the morning and never speak of it again, I will, but please, can we start over, and finish this night with Killian?”