9. Brent

NINE

Brent

T he price for a one-night car rental, delivered to the office, is the same damn cost for the exclusive membership of Society X for a month. Thirty days of sex or twenty-four hours of transportation that I'll use for a couple of hours.

Seeing the four-figure cost flash on my screen makes my balls tighten. I click confirm and put my phone down with a huff. The last thing I want is for Scotlyn to have to drive tonight. It's even worse when she has to drive me back to my hotel because I was too lazy to rent a car for the duration of my trip.

I stare at my computer screen, watching as data scrolls in rapid succession. It's laughable to think the human eye can catch a coding error with it moving so fast. The only scenario that works is for us to apply any of the updates to the system and pray nothing goes wrong.

A row of X's line the screen. They're supposed to be there, but they give me pause. My mind drifts back to the first night I saw Scotlyn. She wore a diamond X around her neck. It's how Society X patrons can tell if a woman is also a member. Not that it would matter since we're not supposed to fraternize. Not with this anonymous bullshit.

The thing is, I don't want to be anonymous. I want to text Christy and ask her to book Scotlyn and me into a room. I'm not sure which room because I'd like to see what I'm doing or she's doing to me, so the Dark Room is out, and there is no way in hell I'm ready for anyone to watch me having sex. So, what would we do in the Play Room?

I reach for my phone and click the photo app icon. In a buried folder I have some images I took offline. Images I'd probably get in trouble for but they're of positions I'd like to try or things I'd like to do. Like suckling on a woman's taut nipple. If one was presented in front of me now, I'd fucking freeze and panic would set in.

Sex ed in high school definitely failed. All it did was tell us what not to do, not how to do it. Which I know wasn't the purpose, but whatever.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and clear my thoughts. Scotlyn said she had never been in a room, and I believe her. I have no reason not to. It would make sense that all employees wear the X.

At least that's what I'm telling myself.

At four, I log out of my computer, grab my things, and say goodbye to the guys. They're talking about going back to the club this weekend for one of their friend's bachelor's party and have invited me to go with them. I may take them up on it, but I'm really hoping Scotlyn will be in my hotel. I plan to tell her how I feel tonight and maybe we can try this dating thing. I'm willing to spend hours sitting at her bar if it means I can see her, and we may end up going home together at night.

Before leaving the building, the front desk guard hands me the key to my rental car and tells me where to find it. I trek through the parking lot, tugging at my tie as I walk toward the Mustang I opted for. It's a black convertible with black leather interior. According to the guys, taking your date to the airport to watch planes take off and land is the thing to do. So, Scotlyn and I will do that with the top down.

When I get to my hotel, I tell the valet I won't be long, hoping he'll keep my car close. After I shower and dress in something more comfortable, I head back downstairs and outside. Thankfully, the valet listened and kept my car there for me.

"Nice ride."

"Thanks," I tell the kid as he hands me my keys.

"Have fun getting laid," he says, laughing as he walks away. I slide down into the leather seat and push the button that makes the engine roar to life. His words echo and I finally get it . . . cars like this get men laid. Maybe I should've bought one years ago, or plan to buy one when I get back to Texas.

"Ugh." The thought of returning home makes my stomach twist. Before Scotlyn, I counted down the days until this business trip was over. Now, it's the last thing I want to do. I'm not exactly enjoying Portland, but it's much prettier because of her.

I plug her address into the GPS and follow the step-by-step directions, arguing with the AI system when she tells me to turn. Luckily, I find a spot across the street from Scotlyn's complex, park, and shut the car off.

When I reach her apartment, the door opens, and she steps out. Her smile is bright and welcoming. "Hey," I say as soon as I can muster a word.

"Hey. Let's hurry before your Uber leaves."

"My Uber?"

"Well, your text said you were picking me up. I figured you had an Uber."

"Ah," I say, tilting my head back, hoping she thinks I'm flirting. "I rented a car. I'm trying to be a gentleman."

Scotlyn reaches out and touches my arm. It's nothing more than a simple touch, but in my mind her fingers trail over my skin back and forth, her eyelashes flutter, and she bites her lower lip.

"Awesome, let's go."

I'm tempted to ask what the hurry is, but I don't want to know the answer. Maybe she has other plans and I'm just a stopover.

"No way," Scotlyn says when I direct her toward the car. "A convertible?"

I shrug. "It's all they had."

"Right," she said as she trails her finger down the side. I stop the intrusive thoughts before they take over my mind. Scotlyn sees me as a friend. She stands on the other side of the car, leaning on the roof. "Are you going to put the top down?"

I glance quickly at her breasts. My mouth waters. I head toward her so I can open the door for her.

"Such a gentleman."

What if I didn't want to be a gentleman anymore?

What if I wanted to be some alpha who tells his girl to get on her knees to suck his dick?

The image of Scotlyn looking up at me through her thick eyelashes makes my cock twitch. I open the door, watch as she sexily slides inside, and then shut the door. I go around the back so she can't see me adjust myself. Although, it makes me wonder what she'd think if she saw me grab myself while walking to the driver's side.

After pushing the start button, the engine comes to life. The seats vibrate and Scotlyn grins.

"Oh yes, I like this car."

Me too.

I drive us to a well-known grill. The valet helps Scotlyn out of the car and takes my key when I hand it to him. With my hand on the small of her back, I direct her toward the hostess stand.

"Danson for two," I tell her. We don't have to wait for a table and are directed to one outside, under white lights and heat lamps. I hold the seat for Scotlyn and wait for her to sit before I move to sit across from her.

"How's work?" she asks after we order a glass of wine each. It's all I can have if I'm driving. Besides, while liquid courage would be nice to help me tell her about my feelings, I want to take her to the airport and do it under the stars.

"It's work," I tell her. "How's the day job?"

"Great," she says. "One more promotion and I can quit the club."

"The tips from bartending will be hard to give up."

She nods and glances at the waitress when our drinks come.

"How's the project?"

Work is the last thing I want to talk about. My face must relay this because she nods.

"Don't want to talk about work?"

I shrug. "My job is boring," I tell her. "It's all coding and making sure the company is online so they can function and not lose data each night."

"Are you almost done?"

I nod, not thinking.

"When do you go back to Texas?"

"Uh . . ."

Scotlyn downs her wine. The mention of Texas has caused a shift. I'm supposed to be telling her about how I feel, and how I want to date her.

"Scotlyn," I say her name and reach for her hand, but she moves it out of my way.

"I think part of me expected you to stay or maybe I thought you were going to be here longer."

"I like you," I blurt out. "A lot, and would like to date you."

Scotlyn smiles. "I don't want to do long distance, Brent. Which sucks like hell because I like you a lot."

Even if I lived here, I'd still have to travel for work months on end. I have no choice but to nod.

When the waitress returns to take our order, Scotlyn surprises the shit out of me.

"Thank you, but we'll take the check."

"Why?"

She stands and shrugs. "I don't know, Brent. I think there are things that I want and you're not there yet. It's okay." She leans down, kisses my cheek, and leaves me no choice but to watch her walk away.

Gutted doesn't begin to describe the way I feel. In just one tiny moment, I've lost all chances with her. How did that happen? What's worse is that I'm angry at myself for not just blurting out what I truly want, that I want her . I pay the very small bill and leave a generous tip. While waiting for my car, my phone vibrates. I look at the screen and see a text message from Christy. My heart stops for a moment, forgetting I had asked her to book me in the Dark Room with the same woman from before.

Christy: We just had a cancellation. One hour. Please confirm.

I'll be there , I text back.

Christy: Any special requests?

I'll go in second this time. A stronger man would tell Christy exactly what he wants. I'm not strong and I have no idea.

If I can't have Scotlyn, then I'll have faceless, nameless sex.

I stand there, naked, in front of the door leading to the Dark Room and wait for my light to turn green. There are a million and one thoughts running through my mind right now. They go every direction but straight. Straight would tell me what I'm supposed to do. It would give me some indication of how I can fix things with Scotlyn. I get her hesitation. I wouldn't want to start a relationship with someone who isn't going to be around. But she knows me. I thought that would be enough.

The light changes to green. I take a deep breath, grab a condom and twist the knob, cloaked in complete darkness. It's nothing but senses moving forward. The door opens and I inhale.

Her perfume is sweet, and even though the room is thoroughly cleaned after each person uses it, the faint scent of sex fills the air. My cock twitches. He has a mind of his own and knows what is about to happen.

My partner shifts. Her body rustles against the silk sheets. I head toward the bed, walking carefully until my knees touch the mattress. She's there. I may not be able to see her, but I know she's there. Her breathing fills the silence. My hand slides along the smooth sheets until my fingers come in contact with skin.

She gasps and my hand continues to slide up her leg, pausing at her knee. My finger circles her kneecap and her leg shifts slightly from being tickled. I use this to my advantage and push her leg to the side, opening her for me.

Now what?

My mind races. Images from the movies I've watched return in a flurry, taking over my thoughts. I have a checklist of things I want to do. One of them is to taste her, to lay my tongue flat against her pussy.

Her other leg spreads out wider. Is she encouraging me? Eager?

Bored?

No, I can't have her bored. I want this. Her.

I lie on my stomach, my feet hanging over the side, and kiss her thighs. Each side gets attention as I move closer to her center. Her scent beckons me, calls me to where her body wants me.

The woman who has graciously given me her body, threads her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp and pushing me forward.

Yes, this is what she wants.

I scoot forward, nuzzling her center and inhaling her sweet nectar. My dick is hard and pushing into the mattress, making my slow and unsteady movements painful.

Another kiss on her thighs and then I move to the middle. I kiss her there, and it's like a switch goes off in my head. My arms go under her legs, the wrapper of the condom pressing against her skin. The grip I have on her legs brings her closer to me and my tongue presses against her core. One swipe, and then another.

And then I'm addicted.

I want to cuss. I want to express myself, but I can't. What I can do is lick her pussy like it's the last thing I'm ever going to do. But I need more. I want more. Bringing my hand forward, I insert a finger into her and then another. Having seen this numerous times over the past week, I move them in and out of her, much like my cock will be doing shortly. I lick, pump, and suck on her clit, wishing she could cry out and tell me if I'm doing this right.

The urgency in my cock makes itself known. The throbbing hurts and I know the only relief is for me to come. I sit back on my knees and before I can open the condom, her hand is around my shaft. Her thumb rubs over my precum, and my head falls back as my hips match her rhythm. If I'm not careful, I'm going to come on in her hand and that isn't what I want. Being inside of her is.

I let her pump me a few more times before I take over and slide the rubber over my shaft. I reach for her, finding her head and the urge to kiss her overtakes me. It's amazing what our senses can do when you need them the most. I pull her toward me, our mouths mashing against one another, tongues tangling.

She pulls me forward, until I'm hovering over her and my hips are between her legs. My dick knows where to go. Even through the condom, I can feel how wet she is.

So. Fucking. Wet.

And hot.

I push into her and my eyes close. The feeling of her taking me in is enough to make me blow my load. I inhale and exhale slowly, steading my breathing.

She gasps and rocks her hips, pulling me deeper and setting a pace that is easy for me to keep up with. We go slow but it's not enough for me. I want to let go, to come inside of her. I want to flip her over, have her ride me and then take her from behind. But first, I want to fuck her and slam into her. The bed squeaks and a smile creeps along my face. Her legs widen, giving me more access, allowing me to thrust into her and I take advantage, pounding into her.

My mouth leaves hers, kissing my way to her neck. I nip, suck, kiss, and suck harder while her nails trail up and down my back. Her movements shift and I suspect she needs more from me. Whatever the more is, I don't know because it's not like they give fucking details during the movies I've watched.

What they do show me is that women like being on top and if we had lights on, I'd be able to see her tits bouncing while riding my cock.

I flip us over and hold my dick in place so she can line herself up. As soon as she's fully sheathed over my dick, my hands go to her breasts. My fingers pinch and tweak her nipples until my mouth waters, and I have no choice but to answer the need to taste her there, as well.

With her tit in my mouth she uses the change of angle to really fuck my dick. Her fingers dig into my neck and back while she bounces hard on my cock. If I've learned anything, my partner loves her tits sucked on.

Score a point for computer nerd Brent.

I suddenly decide I hate the Dark Room. I need to see what I'm doing and wonder if I'll learn more if I try the Play Room. My partner could be blindfolded so she won't know me, or I her, but I could see her body and know what I'm doing. I could see if she actually likes it.

I could see her.

All of her.

And then maybe I could make a move on Scotlyn.

That's what I really want and imagine the woman is her. It's the girl I had a massive crush on in high school, who I could've lost my virginity to back then. But no. I was afraid and now I'm here, in a sex club, having sex with a complete stranger.

I lean back, taking her with me and wrap my arms around her while widening my legs. This position allows me to slam into her. I latch onto her neck and thrust my hips as fast as I can until I fill the condom.