Balustrade (9 page)

Jack
didn’t want to hear it. Her stories of demons, of contracts. He started in before she’d even finished the story. Hilary slumped forward, elbows on her knees, forehead in her palms and brain bulging out of her skull.

“
It's not going to help anything to get upset,” he said.

“
Okay, for starters, Jack. You could back me up, for once, instead of the other way around.”

“
Oh come on, don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?”

She jerked to her feet.
“Seriously? If you can't admit that we've stumbled into something that's completely fucked up then we have definitely gone off the rails with this relationship.”

“
We're having sex and its fun again, what the fuck is wrong with that?”

“
I don't even know how to respond to that, Jack. These people are insane. Even if my dreams are complete bullshit. All of them are nuts. Did you walk through that fingerbang gauntlet? Who does that?”

“
What's wrong with that? No what? Really? It's exactly what we need to turn things around. We've been so…I don't know, same, for so long. This is definitely not same. This is...it's—”

“
Potentially dangerous?”

“
Fucking awesome is what I was going to say.”

“
Oh. Great!”

Jack was definitely losing his grip on reality. Or she was. The dreams were truly making her unstable. She knew it.

Unhinged was the word that came to mind.

“
I'm into it, Hilary, and I want you to be too. I want us to spend some time together and be weird and uncomfortable and awkward and whatever it is these fucking people think we need to do to get back to happy.”

“
Happy? We were happy? When was that?”

“
In the beginning. Fumbling with your bra in the back of Rex’s car, before he died, obviously. Laughing hysterically at film society screenings of those terrible Swedish dramas. I even found your armchair medical diagnostics quirky and cute. Now, I—”

“
Now?”

“
Not so cute. Just kind of...” his voice trailed off, and a smile curled onto his lips.

“
Kind of cute?”

“
Yeah. Kind of cute.”

“
So you think I’m overreacting? I want that to be the case really badly. You have no idea how badly I want it to be true.”

And she did. It would mean she wasn’t going crazy. She could finally stop thinking about the pit in the floor of this place.
The dream. The contract. The red eyes floating behind the thin curtains on the staff floor. The feeling that somehow, she’d been singled out.

Jack stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her, drawing her into the safety of an embrace she hadn't experienced for at least a year.

“It's the case,” he said. “Trust me.”

“
I want to. I will,” Hilary said and relaxed into him as much as she could.

Jack shepherded her to the bed and laid her down on the relenting
pillow top. He hung above her slightly and she saw in him, what had originally drawn her to him, his intensity, his focus, and his desire to see her for what she really was.

Where had that been hiding?

But then he dropped down and pressed his lips to hers, cupping her neck gently and sweetly and she couldn't resist giving herself over to the calm waves of pleasure. She sucked at his lips, his tongue
greedily; wanting to bite them, take him deep inside her as she knew this would inevitably lead to. Their tongues twisted and curled, limbs entwined, as they bucked out of their robes, fumbling for the belts looped at their waists, her panties, his boxers.

Jack inched his lips down her throat, drawing a path of fiery passion across her flesh with his tongue, lingering on her most sensitive spots, the hollow of her throat, her armpits and finally, her nipples. He sucked her tender buds, throbbing stiff with need into his mouth, flicking his tongue over them, circling them, thumping them until the pleasure engulfed her whole body, strumming through her, down, down, straight to her wet pussy, her greedy demanding clit.

His cock hard against her thigh, rising and falling, patting the flushed skin like a question.

“
Yes,” she cried out and slipped her hand between them, her knuckles dragging across Jack's hard pecs, lingering on his nipples, tweaking them a bit before searching out her cunt.

Hilary toyed with her wet folds, sluicing her fingers brusquely between them and the depths of her sex, dipping her ring finger inside, hooking it tightly. Jack's eyes followed the length of her arm and when he looked back up at her, a big grin was stretched across his mouth.

“You want me to get that for you?”

“
Yeah,” Hilary moaned. “Get it.”

Jack's boyish laughter tamped out against belly, muffled completely within her cunt, then he was making a feast of her, lapping all of her, sucking her lips into his, licking the juice from them, supplying his own. She arched her back off the bed as he stabbed his tongue into her, fucking her deep and growling aggressively. Jack gripped her ass and drew her even closer, flicked lightly at her clit, then took
her in long full-tongued swipes until Hilary alternated wanting to climb up the headboard to get away from his relentless mouth with the urge to flip him on his back and smother him with her cunt, grinding against those lips, that jaw, that tongue.

In the end, Jack made the decision
for her, turning them in a slow roll until Hilary was gripping the headboard and thrusting across his mouth, riveted to the spot and hell-bent on keeping the sensation. Her jaw sore from clenching, grinding. Jack's little grunts drifted up like a reminder. She reluctantly raised herself off of him and twisted around hooking her arms over the top of the headboard and wiggling her ass above his greedy mouth, he snapped at her ass, little love bites that drove her insane. She glanced down the length of him, tan and rippling, his cock rock hard and pinioned against the gutters of his abs, a bead of desire kissed from the slit. Hilary settled her asshole closer to Jack's beseeching lips, his darting tongue and let out a soft mewling as he wet her tight little bud, prodding her pucker in twisting dabs. She sank into him and stretched her foot out to caress his prick, stroking it softly with her toes, pressing it even tighter against him with the pad of her foot. Jack moaned into her and fed all the more, slipping his thumb into her twat and tracing circles around her clit, teasing her with the possibility.

Hilary glanced across from the bed,
at the wall of windows and directly at a shadowy figure. For a moment she thought—hoped—it was Ludovic, come to work his way into Hilary’s fantasy. But it wasn’t.

Chantal’s
face lit in the soft glow of a cigarette cherry. The smoke curled about her head, a grey hood, her eyes sparking beneath the cloak. Hilary tensed and lifted herself off of Jack.

“
Whassit?” Jack mumbled sleepily.

“
Chantal. She’s standing out there,” Hilary whispered. “Jesus. Can’t she take a hint?”

Jack craned his neck to get a look, just as Chantal took another drag, disappearing behind that glowing bud. Rudolf the red-nosed voyeur.
Hilary had every intention of bolting from the bed, nude or not, and giving the woman a piece of her mind.

But Jack had other ideas.

“Never mind her.” He gripped her around her thighs and nuzzled his nose back into the crack of her ass, straining forward to tongue her clit.

Hilary struggled with a deep desire to confront the woman
—really lay into her for not getting a goddamn clue—and an almost messianic need to stay as close as possible to Jack’s determined tongue. If he had, as Hilary suspected, been taken aside and given some hint as to what exactly was needed in the pussy-eating department, then he was an apt pupil and she'd be happy to let him practice any time.

Any time. Well, not
any
time.

Humiliation blazed on her cheeks as Chantal continued to stare. Still, Hilary kept her mouth shut, when she wasn't gasping from the pleasure shuddering through her loins. Her arms shook, weary from the position, still crucified to the headboard and weakening by the second.

“S-stop,” she stuttered and wriggled her ass a bit to clue Jack in. “I'm going to smother you in a second.”

He l
oosened his grip on her thighs.

B
ut Chantal, seemingly aware of her surprise simply nodded, waved inconsequently and not so much stepping aside as drifting away, the darkness reclaiming her, leaving them alone.

Realizing she'd been holding her breath, Hilary lowered herself again, letting Jack take her as he was, but he was seemingly done. He lifted her off him, twisting himself between her legs until he was sitting on his heels, facing her and she was lowering herself again,
fitting her sex around his cock and riding, feeling that familiar girth fill her so completely that she couldn't conceive of a time when she wouldn't want it.

Hilary forced herself to take him deep, until she was tight against Jack's lap. Their arms
clamped around each other, her tits pressed against him and his face looking up at her with a pained wanton expression that she couldn't resist kissing away, when she turned her head to the side, she heard him whisper.

“
I'm going to fuck you in the ass, now. And then you're going to fuck me.” He punctuated the statement with powerful thrusting, lifting her nearly all the way off his dick before propelling her downward hard. Hilary gasped and bit at her lips. She found herself nodding and moments later, she was on her stomach and Jack's dick was in the curve of her ass crack, sliding between her cheeks, the veins of his thick member threatening deeper pleasures.

“
Open me up a bit first,” she begged.

Jack was on it, licking at her again, fucking her tight bud with his tongue, leaving her sopping wet. One
stinging finger, then two. Twisting. Scissoring her, loosening her. He began lightly and she was glad for it, the pain giving way to something else, an odd sensation, a pressure that radiated through her. But then Jack was withdrawing and she could feel him positioning, nestling in to her, squeezing her thighs together with his knees.

Hilary gripped the edge of the mattress as his fat cock head entered
her; just the tip was enough to wind her. She choked for air as he pushed in deeper and deeper until she thought she couldn't take another inch and then he slammed in all the way and Hilary screamed from the near pain of it. Jack withdrew as quickly as he'd filled her and then the rhythm began and Jack was atop her, clutching her as he thrust into her submitting ass, his hot breath on the back of her neck, his arms laced under her armpits, muscles pressing into her shoulder as he braced against her, fucking her deep, hard.

Panting
, Hilary struggled to breathe under the weight of him and the power of his thrusts, the pain, the torturous pleasure of his cock.

“
Don't stop,” she cried out, but couldn't quite believe she'd said it. The words had come from some primal place within her, a deep chasm of florid need.

Then Jack was whispering something.

Jack slipped his hands beneath her and rolled the both of them over until she lay atop him, pegged deeply by the full length and breadth of his sex.

By the time she translated his words into any sort of sense,
“We have a visitor,” Hilary startled as another pair of hands found her, smooth, silken fingertips caressing her arms, her shoulders. Chantal hovered over them, a wry smile, a sinister eyebrow, a look of something akin to lust in the woman's dark eyes.

Hilary
hadn’t noticed the dildo and harness dangling from Chantal’s other hand when she was outside, but now as the woman slipped out of her dress, folding it neatly over the arm of the bedside chair, Hilary watched as Chantal inserted its bulbed end into her own cleanly shaved vagina, gasping as it filled her, and affixing the belts around her and tightening vigorously.

“
These contraptions are so impractical,” she joked. “Don’t you think?”

The dildo jutted from her crotch, thick and black and glistening with fi
sts of lube she jacked onto it, swirling her palm over the head, even as she winked at Hilary like a douche in a bar, readying his best line. The action was crude, the expression disgusting but as she watched, enthralled, Hilary became aware that, at some point, Jack had stopped actively fucking her and she had started riding him, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her ass and chewing at her lips as she watched Chantal approach, her fake cock bobbing and swaying with the sexy lilt of her hips.

Chantal tweaked her own swollen nipples, kneaded her beautiful breasts, not large but full, chest tapering to a flat stomach and small waist. Hilary couldn't take her eyes off the woman and she'd be seeing a lot more of her from the looks of things. Chantal climbed onto the bed, kicking both
Hilary and Jack's knees apart until she kneeled between then, grinning saucily.