Room One Hundred and Twenty Nine (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

Chapter 6

Nicholas

We’re going to Club Sin tonight.

I put on my tie and flip my collar over it, then smooth it against my chest.

I’m nervous.

Not only because we haven’t been for such a long time, but there’s a part of me that feels like… I don’t know, like it’s cheating on Haruko. I know that’s crazy. We’re not together. Definitely not. But the thought of my hands on another woman makes me feel weird. Like I shouldn’t be doing it. It’s all in my head, I know. And that’s why I’m going. Because it’s just a crush. It’s a feeling, not real. We’re not a couple. I am single as fuck, and I’ve been itching to get back to the club.

I remember when we went a couple of times a month. We’d play and fuck and have a good time. It was our safe place to relax and have fun. Now all I do is dream about a life where we can take Haruko there and have our way with her.

In fact, just last night I had a dream where she sucked my cock as Parker fucked her pussy and Elijah watched. The dream was so vivid I could feel her saliva on my dick, her hair in my hand, and it made my dick hard as a rock. Thankfully, I always have a bottle of lube on my bedside table, and I jerked off thinking about her. Of us. Together.

Despite tightening my tie, I pull to loosen it as my body heats up. I take a slow breath in and out, trying to relax. There’s a knock on my bedroom door and I give myself a once over, mostly to make sure my dick isn’t hard, then walk to my door and open it.

“Yeah?”

Parker stands on the other side and gives me a once over.

“You okay, man?” His brows are furrowed as he gently grips my forearm.

“Yeah. Why?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. You look a little flushed. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were fantasizing about dirty things.”

He gives me a cocky smile and I shove at his chest, then walk past him.

“Yeah, but you know better, right?” I ask, walking towards to the front door.

I feel Parker’s hand on my shoulder as I grab the door handle.

“I do know better,” he says and turns me around.

Slowly, I turn until I’m facing him.

“Thinking about her?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. “You know, not every thought I have is about her. I mean, how do you know I’m not thinking about you, huh?”

He lifts his brow. “Me, huh? What were you thinking about?” he asks.

I shrug, then Parker pushes me against the door, his breath tickling my lips and his blue eyes fixed on mine.

I lick my lips, drawing Parker’s eyes. Placing my hands on his hips, I intend to move him away, but instead I pull him closer until he’s flush against my body. Saying that I like this man is an understatement. I haven’t figured out how deep my feelings for Parker go, but they go somewhere I don’t go with other people.

When I look into his eyes, I feel the same pull as I do when I look at Haruko. I like Elijah. I love sharing women with him, but some feelings that apply to one person don’t apply to another.

“Well?” Parker asks, grinding his erection against mine.

I run my hands up his back, cupping the back of his neck.

“I thought about your cock inside…” I pause. I consider telling the truth or not. But before I can decide, Parker takes over.

“Inside Haruko, right? You imagined me fucking her while… let me guess, you push your dick down her throat.”

I nod.

“And Elijah? Where was he?”

I swallow before answering. “Watching.”

Parker reaches down and palms my dick. Stroking it slowly.

“Is that what you dream about alone at night? Alone in your bed. Her? Us?”

I nod.

“Would you settle for my mouth instead?” he asks.

I chuckle softly. “If you want to call your mouth something to settle for.”

Parker chuckles, then kneels in front of me. He undoes my pants, and I reach up to tug at my collar.

“We have to go,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I know. But something tells me you’re going to be quick.” Parker smirks, pulling out my cock and immediately sucking me down.

“Jesus!” I groan, my head falling back, banging softly against the door.

I look down and watch my cock slide in and out of Parker’s mouth.

“Fuck, I love your mouth.” I groan, running my hands through his blonde hair.

His eyes are full of lust and cockiness. He knows how much I love this. I love fucking him, but there’s something about a blow job that I’ve always liked a touch more. Maybe it’s having someone on their knees or the trust I have to have in the person sucking me, not to bite my dick off.

Either way, it has my balls drawing up, ready to blow.

“Oh, God,” my voice comes out strained and Parker chuckles before pulling his mouth off me.

“I told you,” he says before running his tongue up my shaft.

“Stop gloating and make me come.” I grip his hair and shove my cock back into his mouth.

The great thing about Parker is he can take as much as he dishes out. I fuck his face hard, and he takes every inch of my dick. His hands grip my thighs as I talk dirty to him.

“You’re such a fucking tease. If you really wanted me to fuck your face, you could’ve just asked. I’d happily oblige. You want to know why? Because I love your mouth. It’s so hot and wet. You take me so fucking well, Parker.”

Parker groans, the vibrations shooting straight up my dick and through my spine, making me to push my hips farther, eliciting a gag.

But I don’t stop. I need this. I need him. I’ve been so confused about how I should feel lately that this is what I need. This is a familiar feeling. We may not talk about labels or who we are to each other, but we both know how we feel about each other. That I know for sure.

Just knowing I have that security has me gripping his hair harder as I give him his warning.

“I’m going to come.”

Parker reaches up and squeezes my balls, and that’s it. I lose it. My cum shoots down this throat and I see stars as he swallows every drop.

I release him and he pulls back, leaning on his heels as we both pant. That’s when I see that at some point he’d taken his hand off my thigh and taken out his cock to jerk himself off as he blew me. Stripes of white cum coat his hand and I take his wrist and help him up before licking it off his hand.

“Fuck, you are something,” Parker says, as he runs his hand through my hair.

“Same,” I say back to him.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s gentle. Like a peck you give someone before they go to work in the morning. He’s looking at me until he catches something out of the corner of his eye. They narrow and that’s when I hear a car door closing.

On either side of our front door, there are glass panels, so we can see outside. I turn to see what he’s looking at. And what he’s looking at is Haruko tries to get her dress free from the door of a taxi. She seems frustrated as fuck. Finally, she frees it and just as the taxi pulls away and is out of sight, she stomps her foot on the ground.

We tuck ourselves back into our pants before opening the door and walking out. Parker jogs over as I stand on our front porch.

Parker said that Haruko had a date tonight. I suspect it didn’t go so well considering she’s back, it’s before eight, and she’s stomping her feet as if trying to get rid of the memory of them.

Fuck. If this is about her date, let’s hope I never meet them. Because I have half a mind to hold them against the wall by the throat, demanding they tell me what made Haruko feel anything but joy.