Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance, page 30
She shows me the photo on her cell and then scrolls to a few others. The bedroom, the gardens, the throne room. “I can show you the Wikipedia article if you like?”
“No”, I say, stunned again, but in a different way. “You don’t need to do that.”
Logan winks at me again. “Told you”, he says.
“Would you quit winking at me”, I say. “It’s kind of weird. What are you doing here anyway, shouldn’t you be in some dirty club at the other end of town. Kings or Christie's?”
“Hard Top”, Logan says, pointing at me, his mouth full of bread. “That’s where everyone hangs out now.”
“Then why aren’t you there?” I say. “Instead of ruining our date.”
“Our date”, Logan says, his hand circling the table to encompass us all. “If you’re not cool with that-.”
I look at Marissa and she shrugs innocently. “A dirty mind, I guess”, she says, her eyes flitting greedily between the two of us.
Logan looks at me challengingly, and after a Mexican standoff of glances between the three of us, I surprise myself with a laugh.
“You know”, I say. “I thought this could have gone a hundred different ways tonight, but I would never have imagined this one in a million years.”
Logan’s face lights up. “There it is”, he says. “There’s the old Carter Kane. Come in for a high five buddy.”
His hand shoots into the air like a fifteen-year-old at a rock concert. I stare at it as though I have no idea what it might represent.
“Come on, you can’t leave me hanging.”
“Yes I can”, I say. “What you are doing is disrespectful.”
“Leaving a man hanging is disrespectful. You better get me later on”, Logan says, dropping his hand back to the table.
I turn to Marissa again, this new information making me think a little more prominently about what might be on offer here, and whether whatever it is includes Logan too. “So”, I say. “Is this a competition between us or what?”
“Not exactly”, Marissa says.
“Think of it like a partnership”, Logan is excited to add. “Like how a quarterback and a wide receiver share the ball.” His eyes go to her. “Right, Marissa?”
“Let’s just see where the evening takes us”, Marissa says. “No pressure.”
Logan leans over the table slightly to direct his comment at me. “Everyone knows the wide receiver is the one that gets the ball into the end zone, but he can’t do it without the quarterback if you know what I mean? And the quarterback, he’s useless if he hasn’t got anyone to throw to.”
If I understand this correctly, what Logan seems to be getting at is that if either of us wants anything at all here, it’s both of us or nothing. How he’s managed to deduce that in five minutes of conversation, or however long he’s been here already, I have no idea. Unless they’ve already been seeing each other and have decided they want me into the mix as well.
I haven’t got anything against threesomes at all, and I suppose if it’s double or nothing and Logan O’Connor’s my partner, it kind of works in my favor. He’ll be done in less than a few minutes which will leave me plenty of time to show Marissa how it really should be done in the first place.
That’s getting a little ahead of myself, though, because right now we are still strangers around a table together despite what Marissa’s body language is shouting she wants.
“Have you done this before?” I ask her, not being specific about what I’m referring to.
Marissa shakes her head. “Not for real, I haven’t”, she says. “That doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it enough times, though.”
“You aren’t worried about going on a date with two men at once, where that might lead?” I say. “Especially with the reputation this guy has?”
“My reputation is nothing like the one you used to have.”
“Used to have”, I say. “And that was only because I was setup.”
“A hundred times with a hundred different women”, Logan says, trying not to laugh. “Your little black book must be as thick as a telephone directory.”
“Says the man who concentrates more on his dick that he does his sport.”
“Guys?” Marissa says, cutting in. “Do you want to order food or do you want to take this outside?”
“Sorry”, Logan says. “The food definitely. And I’m not that bad, I promise.”
Marissa turns towards me. “Carter?”
“Sure”, I say. “Logan might need the energy.”
“This is a date”, Marissa reminds us. “Which means if you have any idea about taking me to bed, tucking me in and giving me a goodnight kiss, you’re going to have to do your best to woo me first. That goes for both of you, okay?”
“You are turning me on with your words as well as everything else”, Logan says.
“Behave yourself and I might let you kiss me too”, Marissa says.
“Not if I have anything to do with that”, I say.
“So let’s eat”, Logan says, ignoring me. “I’m absolutely starving.”
Logan
This is awesome. Just seeing the look on Carter’s face when he realized I was here too makes this night worthwhile already. What an uptight dick that guy has turned into, thinking that Marissa was here to punk us, refusing my high five, ordering the house wine instead of the most expensive. If this ends up where I hope it’s going to end up, it’s going to do a world of good to Carter’s personality.
I’m touched he’s concerned about me messing up my career, and genuinely flattered he thinks I have the potential to become one of the best football players of all time, and he doesn’t have a bigger fan in or out of the game than me, which is why I hate to see him so serious all the time.
He’s loosened up since the beginning of this weird threesome date, but he’s still got a long way to go before he’s back to where he was. I guess women can do that to you, especially ones you think you’ve fallen in love with who turn out to be callow, blood sucking wenches, only in it to sap you of every good thing you once used to have. But all that was in the past for him and a long time ago and it has nothing to do with the delightful girl wedged in between us right now.
I’m not overstating his reputation either, even though he thinks I am. Carter Kane used to go through women like he does forward lines.
Marissa is nothing like the women Carter has become so scared of, though. This woman, barely out of her teens, is an absolute gem. I could do nothing but stare at her from across the table and be happy, which, to be honest, is pretty much all I’ve been doing all night.
Carter can take care of the conversation, I’ll take care of the flirtatious body language, and together Marissa can make us all a team. I’ve always wanted to pair up with Carter as well, I just never thought it would be quite like this. Getting his dick sucked by this incredible specimen of humankind ought to be enough to mellow him out, which is why making sure she lets us take her to bed tonight is absolutely essential for our shared well-being.
I’ve been thinking about this girl since I first laid eyes on her, so, as you can imagine, I’m chomping at the bit to show her exactly what I think she’s asking for. I reckon Carter’s been thinking the same too, even though he’s playing his cards close to his chest and acting all civil and subtle.
Carter actually seems to think he’s on a proper date, which has made me giggle constantly all evening. He’s minding his language, is careful not to overtly express his intentions and seems to be acting like his life depends on it.
It’s hilarious, but I can totally understand it, because Marissa is absolutely priceless. Eighteen years old, a virgin by all accounts, hot as hell and as dirty as a dutch oven, she has fuck me written all over her, and if Carter can’t work that out, he’s totally lost his touch.
The other thing, which is totally scary and absolutely ball-explodingly exciting at the same time, even though I’ve only been in her company for an hour or so, is that I think I’m falling in love. Yes, Logan O’Connor isn’t shy with his emotions, and yes I’m quick to feel it, but right now, I’m absolutely charmed by this girl and we haven’t even made it to stage two yet. Talk about insta-love. That’s the kind of crazy shit you see in films or Carter reads about it classic romance novels.
I can only imagine that if Carter doesn’t fuck this up for both of us by pretending to be utterly sophisticated and nothing like he really is, by the very end of the night I’m not going to want to let her out of my sight.
We drink, we eat, we joke around with each other, and the conversation flows perfectly between all three of us. I tease Carter and I flirt with Marissa, and because he’s obviously a fan of my style, Carter does the same in return, copycatting me to get approval from our princess.
When the plates get cleared away after dessert, and the meal seems to be moving towards that magical moment when decisions start to get made, I get the sensation we are all thinking about the same thing, but are waiting for someone else to say it.
I move my eyes from Marissa to Carter and back again, while the silence of sexual tension descends upon us. Marissa giggles flirtatiously, while Carter taps the bottom of his teaspoon on the table, his eyes doing little to hide what are clearly filthy thoughts.
“So”, Carter begins, before hesitating back into silence.
Fuck it, I think. Too much pretense is never a good thing. “Your place, Carter’s place or mine?” I say, pointing at each of them in turn with a spoon.
Carter and I flash our eyes quickly to Marissa, where the silence persists a little bit longer than is comfortable. Carter shifts in his seat as I wait on the edge of mine for a response.
“Whichever one is closer”, Marissa says, smiling broadly. “As long as we are all there, I’m happy.”
Chapter Eight
Marissa
I catch a glimpse of all three of us in the mirror in the elevator that takes us up to the penthouse suite of the hotel my parents are paying for me to stay in. Carter Kane the width of Logan and I put together, muscled arms like the trunks of ten-year-old trees making his shirt look like it’s painted on, a bulge in his pants so thick it makes me want to drop to my knees and pull him out then and there.
Logan stands on the other side of me, too excited to hide it, smaller in width than Carter and a little less his height, but lithe, athletic and wiry with powerful muscle than can turn a standing start to a sprint in seconds. He too has a bulge standing proudly between his legs, a thin piece of fabric the only thing keeping it safe from my grasp.
This is definitely not what my parents had in mind when they brought me here, and if they saw me now, heading towards my bedroom with these two men, they’d probably call the police.
I’m so excited I’ve managed to get this far, I can feel my tummy doing somersaults and my pussy tingling with the kind of heat I know means only one thing. When I get this sensation inside me, I just can’t ignore it. I can’t make it go away until I make sure it’s satisfied, as though the thing has a mind of its own and a hunger only one thing or two can satiate.
There is a tension between us because of what we all know we are about to do, a kind of reverential silence in respect of the connection we are all about to bring to each other.
When the elevator stops, Carter swings the door and I skip the way to the suite. Logan was brave enough to suggest it, while not a single one of us hesitated to agree. This is what I’ve always wanted since I've been old enough to know it's a possibility. This is what I dreamed I’d be able to find, in a foreign land full of hope and opportunity and athletes with ten packs and dicks as big as car handbrakes.
Like I said before, why settle for second best when you can have first best twice? If more people admitted to what they wanted, there would be much more happiness in the world.
With stage one complete, Logan and Carter here in my private suite, the rest of the evening and half of tomorrow ours in absolute isolation to spend how we wish, I speedily work out how to move onto stage two.
Get boys here, lose my virginity to them, fall in love, eventually tell my parents and then the wider world. Be a princess pioneer.
“So, what are we going to do, take turns?” Logan says, that mischievous grin all over his face. I know he’s dicking around and it makes me smile, even though Carter seems to think it’s disrespectful, which makes me like him even more.
“You never heard of wining and dining, Logan”, Carter says. “Or did you miss the classes on how to seduce a lady?”
“I guess I missed the class, but I can show you what works if you like? You seem to have lost your touch.”
“The day I lose my touch, I’ll have forgotten more things than you’ll ever know”, Carter says. “When people give those classes, they come to me for advice on what to teach.”
“Is that right?”
“You want to watch for a bit and take notes?”
“Go on then”, Logan says challengingly. “We’ll let our princess decide.”
“Don’t get disappointed when you realize my dick is bigger than yours, though.”
“It ain't the size of the boat, Carter, everyone knows that it’s the motion of the ocean.”
Logan wriggles his hips in a circle and ends the movement with a pelvic thrust.
“When you boys have finished arguing about the size of your dicks”, I say, walking towards the bedroom. “You can come and show them to me.”
I don’t even make it a meter and a half when I feel Carter come up behind me, lift me off my feet in one swift movement and carry me the rest of the distance to my huge bed.
He dumps me onto the soft duvet and begins to climb aboard as well, a determined look in his eye.
“You ready for this?” he says, as I playfully back away.
Carter grabs hold of my leg and pulls me back towards him. “I was ready the moment I saw you”, I say, holding his smoldering gaze.
“Good”, he says. “Because I do two things well. I play ball and I fuck, and tonight I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”
“Me too”, Logan says, at the bedside and already pulling off his clothes. “I play ball and I fuck, and I do those things way better than this jerk, you’ll see.”
“Kiss me”, I command Carter.
I’ve always wanted to be pinned down by the weight of a big, strong man and right now the inside of my body is fizzing in anticipation, while the outside bobbles up with goose-pimples.
“I thought you’d never ask”, Carter says, closing the space between us.
He trails the tips of his fingers across my body, lightly caressing the exposed skin there to make me imagine lightning bolts coming out and exploding where contact is made, before that hand slides casually between my tits and up towards my neck. He holds my chin in position, his thumb pressing just hard enough to part my lower lip from my upper and then drops towards me to close out everything in sight but his beautiful face.
I feel the heat of his breath against my tingling lips before he presses his own against mine, a soft cushion of warm perfection that sends shivers up and down my spine. I feel his tongue brush lightly against my upper lip, pretend to want to push further into my mouth and then retreat when he feels like he’s teased me enough. When he pulls away, my lips are numb and every single nerve ending everywhere else on my body feels like it’s been turned up to the maximum possible setting.
I run my own tongue over my lips, to see if they are still there or if he’s somehow kissed them away, and to taste the essence he’s left with me. I try to pull him back down but he’s firm and holds his position, which means I end up lifting myself up towards him. I reach for another, but he teases me with a little shake of the head.
“More”, I say, insistently.
“Logan’s turn”, Carter says. “Let’s see if he’s learned anything.”
We turn our heads towards him and both get a kick out of what we find. Logan is stood there in his boxer shorts and nothing else, his huge dick not quite fully erect, but thick enough and meaty enough to fill the final piece of fabric he hasn’t had time to remove.
“What?” he says, looking at us with confusion. “Did I misunderstand something here?”
“You have no subtlety when it comes to woman, Logan O’Connor. None at all.”
“Subtlety is not my strong suit, I’ll give you that”, Logan says. “I never liked beating around the bush.”
Carter peels himself away from me, but before he gets off entirely he demands something first.
“Arms up. Your top, give it to me.”
I like the game immediately and shoot my arms up in the direction of the head of the bed. “Are you going to strip an innocent girl?”
Carter pulls the T-Shirt over my head, my hair getting caught momentarily in the neck.
“Absolutely, he says. “We’re going to strip you and then we’re going to take advantage of your innocence.”
“You know I’m a princess, right? I could have you killed.”
“I know you’re a virgin too”, he says, his fingers now teasing at the edge of my bra, threatening to dip inside and find my tender nipples. “So I’ll make sure we’re thorough.”
I’m almost shaking with excitement, gasping with desire. I want them to fuck me so hard I moan, fill me so full of their cum they could wring me out like a towel. I want a dick inside my pussy while another is forced inside my button tight anus. I want both dicks in my mouth at the same time, pushed so deeply inside me I almost choke. I don’t know what it is that makes me desire things that are so dirty and forbidden, but maybe it’s because I’ve always been told these things are something I shouldn’t want and will never have.
If it feels good, why fight it? If it feels naughty, what’s the point in ignoring it? If you’re having fun, why hold back?
Carter steps away from me, to clear the way for Logan, who doesn’t quite crawl on the bed like a panther about to strike, more like jumps on it like a puppy about to play. He grabs me, pulls me tightly into him and rolls over so I’m now on top.
