"Have I told you that I love you, but I'm jealous of you?"

I look up in the mirror to see James standing behind me, fixing my hair that splays effortlessly down my back. I meant it when I said we're having some kind of fun before jumping the gun and heading back into work. We need this night of distraction, otherwise our heads will unfortunately mess with our work.

The Caddel business didn't rise just to fall because of two men. That part of my life should be kept separate, even if the man that I speak of is becoming my every thought.

"Have I told you that you have such a handsome face?" I respond, while putting in a pair of gold hoop earrings.

"You have, but it doesn't hurt to hear it again."

James sends a smug smile my way through the mirror, confidence oozing out of him like it's been there since birth. Knowing James, it probably has been.

We've been accepted into a private club, that has more attention than you'd think. People hear the word private and automatically assume that it's boring, with rich snobs inside. I can account for a few rich snobs, but it's never boring. This club in particular features themes every weekend; James and I happened to catch it.

The one tonight is: Rich and sexy in leather.

James was on it faster than lighting, which did surprise me. He's the definition of vanilla, and tonight's theme seems like anything but. You can wear masks if you choose to, and he secured them in an hour flat. They're black in color, his plain, while mine sparkles in the light from glitter. I decided to wear mine, which means light makeup.

The mask itself ties in well with my vice corset mini dress, made in sleek leather. It hugs every inch of me well, supporting my curves in a way that I love. It stops mid-thigh, exposing my legs that run down into my new heels. They give me an extra two inches in hight, while complimenting my gold ankle bracelets.

James decided on black leather pants that hugs his muscled legs well, with a plain back button up. A silver chain hung from his neck, matching his Rolex and chained bracelet. His shoes are sleek and leather, shining almost as brightly as his jewelry. He looks good.

"Am I the chauffeur for tonight?" James asks, playing with the strings of our masks.

"Would I be asking for too much if I said yes?" I ask back, meeting his eyes once again in the mirror.

He shakes his head in response before stepping away. I assume to find the set of keys for the three cars that I do have here. I managed to get them here in time also. Gives us choices. The theme is rich and sexy after all. I have no problem playing the part.

I touch up my lipstick, and slip my purse over my shoulder. I grab James and mine phones before meeting him down in the front where the cars sat. James meets me by the door, with a set of keys in his hand and his arm out. I hook my arm with his, letting him lead me to the black car that held durable leather seats. It's also spacious, and fast. At least that's what I've been told.

James makes his way to the passenger side, opening the door for me with a smile and a fake bow. I pat his cheek in appreciation before lowering myself down into the seat. I close the door myself as James checks himself out for the millionth time. I roll my eyes as he sends me a puppy eye look, clearly hoping for more validation. Validation is the one thing I'd say he doesn't need when it comes to looks.

"Do you think anyone else is going to be seriously following the theme?" he asks once he gets inside.

"Do you think anyone is going to look better than us?" I ask back.

James snorts in response, trying not to crack an amused smile. I fail in that aspect, already knowing the answer to that question. "Of course not."

"Definitely not," I add on.

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Definitely fucking not.

Clubs like these never hold lines. You go in with a quick flash of your Id, and that's that. I figured the lights would be dim to fit the theme of masks, leather, rich and sexy--but it's bright as day. Women wear leather belts with floral dresses, and their hair did in a neat braid. James and I stopped at the entrance, trying to find out if we somehow got the address wrong. Nope. This was it.

James lifts his mask from his face, a disappointed frown taking place on his lips. I don't let my confusion, or my disappoint, show. Instead, I slip my arm free from James' grasp, and head straight to the bar that almost wraps around the entire floor. Men and women alike stare as I pass, their ravaging eyes scanning my figure as I go. I look ahead with only one thing set in my mind, and that's figuring out what the fuck is going on.

James follows my lead, walking with an oozing confidence. Men stare with awe, as women stare with want. He visibly doesn't pay any attention to it, but I know it's making his ego feel good. I smirk in amusement. A club full of rich goonies, and they're amazed by the two of us. We do look sexy in leather. 

I make it to the beginnings of the bar, sliding onto a stray stool as James stands behind me. A bartender appears in front of us in seconds, a smug smile already playing at his lips.

"You two managed to turn every head in here," he says, almost slyly, "what can I get you?"

"Everyone is dressed like nuns, and I was told there was a theme tonight. Why?"

James' lays a calm hand on my shoulder, trying to remind me to check my tone, but it's honestly needed right now. The bartender glances quickly at James before zoning in on me once again. The quick flicker of his eyes over my body are so obvious it seems like a joke. My eyes follow his slowly as they do a double take. I watch as his lips part, and the slight dart of his tongue.

I tilt my head to the side, easily catching his attention. The small raise of my eyebrows causes him to look upright. He lets out an embarrassed cough, and I practically hear the eye roll that James does behind me.

"The more...exciting theme room is behind these curtains."

I only then notice the black curtains draped over a small area behind the counter. I take my mask from James' outstretched hands, carefully sliding it on. The bartender trips on his own two feet trying to open the counter for us. He lets the small door swing open in his direction, tipping his head down in an awkward gesture.

All of that sly confidence gone in an instant.

The soft hum of music reaches my ears before anything else. It's low, and not a single person's voice can be heard. You would think not a single soul resides in the space. But mask after mask greets my waiting figure, every head faced our way as we pull the curtains back. I glance back to see James with his mask secured.

I pull my lips into a grin, heading to the bar that was empty. The music blended back into the background, and everyone found themselves in the setting they were in before we arrived. They're far better dressed than the participants outside those curtains too, which pleases me a small amount.

The darker setting with low lights made maneuvering around a little difficult. I say nothing when James presses his palm to my lower back, guiding me up the three steps that lead to the middle of the bar. I take a seat directly in the middle, handing my purse over to James who sat next to me with open arms.

His eyes behind the mask hold two things: one being nerves. The other is at the tip of my tongue, but I ignore it as a barista enters my line of vision. James' sigh doesn't go unnoticed by me as I turn my head, and I figure it won't take long for him to spill what's already bothering him. I wouldn't be surprised if it was about Talon.

"You two look sexy together in leather," the barista flirts, sliding two glasses in front of us, "I've always thought of myself as a middle man, and I wouldn't mind getting in between you."

Her open flirtations towards the both of us is amusing at best, and I don't hesitate to slide my hand over to hers before interlocking our fingers. I slowly pull her over the counter, and closer to me, keeping my eyes locked on her. I notice every flicker of her eyes that scan my face. Every time her eyes slow down when they get to my mouth, I notice. The way her chest rises with silent, rapid breaths...I notice.

My own eyes look down to catch a glimpse of her name tag plated across her chest.

"Don't tease us, Sienna..." I murmur, "don't tease me if you don't plan on acting on it." She takes her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'd be devastated if so."

"What can I get you?" she stutters, slowly retreating back to her previous spot when I let go of her hand.

Her eyes bounce between James and I, her cheeks redder than anyone's I've ever seen. James looks to me for an answer, making me look behind the barista at the rows of alcohol lined up on the wall. There are a lot of heavy alcoholic drinks, causing my mind to spin with decisions.

Whatever exciting event that's supposed to be happening clearly hasn't started yet, and I'd be upset if I was too intoxicated to participate or control my actions. Although no amount of alcohol would ever leave me open for someone to take advantage. Neither I nor James.

"Start us off with something easy," I conclude in vagueness, "whatever that may be. I'm okay with surprises."

My voice held its normal tone, yet Sienna flushed as if the bar turned into a sauna. James spins side to side in the bar stool, his nerves making him antsy. I keep my attention on him from the corner of my eye, while trying to do the same with the flustered barista. She pours our drinks in five seconds flat before dashing onto someone else who swayed their way over. I grin at the sight of her shoulders dropping, and even wave when her eyes couldn't help but meet mine. James is too busy eyeing the glasses of alcohol to notice anything.

I slide one over to him before gracefully picking up mine. I watch as the alcohol swirls in the glass, gently hitting the surface around it. Then I take a sip, and a longer one when I realize I enjoy it. Sienna may earn herself a large tip.

"Hey, Z?"

"Hm?" I swivel around to face James, who looks close to fainting. I've never known him to be this much of a lightweight.

He downs the rest of the drink in a single gulp, ignoring the small trail that ran down his chin. "The day you met up with Malik at the cafe, you told me that Talon could visit if he wanted."

"I did."

"Well, he did. We talked quite a bit, then things started to get handsy...I've never done anything like that before, especially in an office like some scandalous freak, so I pushed him away! Things got awkward for me, and Talon tried to reassure me, but then he just left. I haven't seen, or heard, from him since."

James sucks in a breath, immediately reaching for my glass afterwards. I let him have it as I digest everything he spewed at me. I can only assume that Talon left for the same reason Malik did. Business.

I don't bother mentioning it to James that Malik and I are the scandalous freaks that'd risk it all in a space like that. That we have risked it. Then my thoughts click together.

"You're a virgin?"

"Stop!" James launches forward, pressing a hand to my mouth, the other having a firm grip on my thigh. "Not so loud, okay?"

At first, I say nothing. I take the time to look at everything that is James. Everyone knows he looks good, and he knows it. When it's about his looks, James' confidence and ego surpasses any man's, but his humble exterior keeps it under wraps. You would never know James' alter ego, unless you were close to him for some time. It came as a surprising, yet satisfying, shock to me when he let his true self slip through the cracks.

But that's only looks. There's so much more to James than what meets the eye, and it's a big fucking shock to learn that he's a virgin. He hasn't had a ridiculous amount of partners, but he's had his fair share of women who he claimed he loved. His relationships always lasted more than a year—which is more than what I can account for—so I thought making love would've been no problem down the line.

I pull his hand from my mouth, letting it flop down to my other thigh. "Okay, you're a virgin," I murmur, "and you think your inexperience drove Talon away."

"Yeah..."

That explains why he's been a little moody, and deciding to tag along with me everywhere. But it doesn't explain why he looks like he took drugs tonight.

"Is that why you're shaking in your seat? I wouldn't care if you kissed pillows to practice, let alone judge you for that."

"No, I—" James bows his head. His head is lowered, but his hands on my thighs are inching up slowly. Almost precisely as he spreads them to grip my inner thighs as well. I feel his hands meet the ends of my dress, I feel the way his fingers tickle my exposed skin, and I feel the way his thumbs press into me, but I'm looking at the doe eyes behind the mask. The eyes that belong to James. "I want you to teach me. Show it to me. I want to know what it's supposed to feel like, and don't tell me to experience it with Talon because I want to be ready for him."

"James—"

"You know what you're doing, Ziya. You know how to make a man feel like he's experiencing euphoria. I know it. That night at the club...it's something none of us will ever forget, and I know what I felt that night with Talon standing behind me like he owned me...I want him to feel that with me again. I want to show him that I know what I'm doing."

James' eyes penetrate into my soul, his mask doing very little to hide his expressions. He wants this—he's acting as if he needs this to happen.

"You know," I spread my thighs a bit, "Talon and I don't have the same parts."

Whatever James' rebuttal may be, it died on his tongue the moment I guided his hands further up my thigh, sliding them under the material of my dress. His mouth parts in surprise, and his eyes waver down to where his hands now lay.

"You won't get satisfaction by touching me there," I conclude, lifting his hands from my body. James parts his lips again to defend, but quiets down when I stand to my feet.

It's true that the room we're in is dark, but anyone could find themselves at this bar. Anyone could see the look of desperation seeded in my friend's eyes. Anyone could hear the pleas of pleasure that he's begging from me. An audience is always exciting, but this is about James and his comfortability. The former club has nothing on this one, where we're dressed in leather.

I look over to see Sienna's watchful eyes on us. I offer her a sensual smile, gesturing her over with the crook of my finger. She points to herself, even going the mile to look around to see if anyone else is nearby. Her eyes meet mine once again, and then she comes over with a nervous smile. I notice the small drop of her eyes, analyzing the way James latches onto me.

I mask my surprise well, tangling my hand in his hair as he wraps his arms around my waist. He smothers his face in my stomach, while resting his hands slightly above my ass. He's never acted this way with me before; he'd shy away from my teasing remarks, never returning the energy. He'd blush under my touch, but that's just James. He never touched me like this.

"Sienna, my...friend and I want a little privacy for the moment. Is there any way you could close down the bar?"

"For how long?" she asks, eyes still glued onto the way James touches me.

"Twenty, maybe thirty minutes?" I ask, innocently, "we need time to cleanup afterwards."

James' hands tighten.

Sienna nods quickly, and heads off without a word. I don't have to wonder for long about how she's going to shut it down, when every light surrounding the bar turns off. Even the led lights that lined the flooring turned off, leaving us in the dark.

I hear the sharp intake of breath coming from James, and the cool air pooling around my stomach. I lay my hands on his shoulders, pushing him up until he sits straight on his stool. His eyes are down, avoiding my stare, but that won't do.

"When you're doing this, eye contact is important James. I want you to look at me when I touch you. Every time your eyes aren't on me I will stop. After the third time, we're done completely. Do you understand?"

"Yes," his eyes raise immediately to meet mine. "I understand."

"And I get you're my friend..." I trail, slowly sliding off his mask, "and this is for Talon...but let me see you too."

I get off on seeing the pleasure I bring, is what I don't say.

"Does yours stay on?" he asks, breathlessly.

"Do you want it on?"

"I don't know..."

I hum, deciding for the both of us to keep it on. Only when he tells me to take it off will I do that. I'll give him that little bit of control.

"You're going to be taking it," I say next, guiding his hands to my waist as I slide on his lap. Another sharp breath. I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair once again. Our eyes never disconnect. "Everything that we give you, you're going to take it. You'll be good..."

I lean forward, softly grinding into James as I do. His head follows my every moment to not lose my eyes. "When we whisper in your ear, telling you that you look so good under us, you'll take it. When we tell you to hold it, you'll take it. When we tell you to be a good boy James, you take it."

"Ziya," he struggles to whisper.

"But you can touch, James, unless told otherwise. You can make your partner feel so good. You can claim them."

I slide my hand from around his neck to grip his face. I tilt it away, so his neck, that smells of his cologne, is bared for me.

"All you have to do is feel," I mutter, before diving into his neck. I start with slow kisses from his ear, down his neck, to his shoulders, then collarbone. "Feel."

My tongue slowly darts out as I sensually kiss, and suck, and lick at his neck. James moans in my ear, running his hands down my waist to the curve of my ass. I help guide his hand further down to my thighs, and he takes the initiative to slide them back up, pushing my dress up and over my ass. The air nips at my skin, but the heat of our bodies overcome that.

I leave hickey after hickey down James' neck and shoulder, licking the bruises after I leave them. His moans are non-stop, singing in my ear like a newly learned song. I figure I'll be left with my own bruises once James is done squeezing me. He palms my ass, grabbing me and pushing my body further into his. I doubt he feels much friction with the leather of his pants separating us, but I have no issue with feeling everything.

I slide my hand down from his face, instead cupping his neck like it was mine. Mine to grab, lick, and suck. James' eyes roll at the contact, so I tighten my grip because fuck if pleasure didn't look good on him.

"You're doing so good," I praise in his ear, "you're making me feel good."

James moan mixes in with a soft whine as he struggles to hold our eye contact. I leave my hand on his neck, while using the other one to unzip his pants. I do it slowly, waiting for him to give me the go ahead. It's only when the zipper is completely down that he nods his head.

"Imagine that I'm you," I instruct, "everything that I'm doing is what you can do. So feel and remember. Remember how it feels when I do this," I press my ass down harder against him. "Remember how you feel when I do that," I roll my hips forward, my core leaking as I rub against him.

James' mouth struggles to close, and I wonder if it'd be too far if I made him sick on his own fingers before ordering him to touch me. Probably so.

"I won't teach you how to fuck," I put it bluntly, although it now seems like every word I say is going in one ear, and out the other. "We'll never go that far, and that's something reserved for someone special."

Because I know that's how he thinks. He would regret it forever if he gave it up in a moment that won't mean anything in the end. It'll mean everything with Talon.

I slide off his lap, amused at the immediate, desperate whine that comes so easily from his lips. I almost feel bad that Talon doesn't get to experience this first. Although, I have a feeling it'll be much better when James does this with him.

It's always better when your heart is in it.

"I want your pants down to your knees, or your ankles. Your choice."

James blushes at my demanding tone, shyly hooking his hands under the waistband of his pants. I can tell he's contemplating, but I never had much patience in moments like these.

"Now, James."

He hastily yanks his pants down, letting it shimmy down his legs until they pool at his ankles. The bulge in his briefs looks close to busting through the seams, and I decide not to mention the large wet spot in the middle. James blushes further, before taking the bold initiative of pulling his briefs down too. They pool on top of his pants, and I can't help but tilt my head. Well endowed, I see.

I step forward, grinning when he points to my mask.

"Take it off."

"Okay."

I slide it off in one single movement, placing it somewhere on the bar counter.

"Better?"

"Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome," I say, taking my final steps towards him, "but try thanking me afterwards when I'm done."

I grip onto his thighs as I kneel in front of him, the look as erotic as it feel in the moment. There will be no oral happening, but that doesn't stop me from being good with my hands. I mindlessly rub my thumb over the tip, James' precum coating my finger.

"When I start," I run the palm of my hand down the base, "don't be quiet. We like when we can hear you."

"Does Malik stay quiet?"

Memories flash in my mind. Not once was he quiet. Not when he was too busy begging and whimpering under my control. I shrug in response, and grip him tighter before moving my hand up and down in a slow rhythm.

Two strokes in, and I swear the whole room could hear James pleading for mercy.  He's dripping precum to the point that it's coating my hand, and both of his thighs. His hips are uncontrollable, rising with every long stroke of my hand, and I think he's gone deaf—overloaded with pleasure that he's never felt before. Every struggle of breath, every whimper, every beg that leaves his mouth to let him finish...

But he never looked away once. He kept eye contact the entire time like I told him to.

"I can't, I can't, I can't," he chants, losing himself further in my touch. "Please."

"Is it too much?" I ask, almost teasingly, deciding to focus on his tip.

"Yes!" he cries out, "yes, please."

I grant him his wish of release, stroking his tip one final time before he comes fully undone. His last moan is his loudest, and it feels like he comes for ages. If his thighs weren't wet before, they're drenched and sticky now. His stomach is coated as well.

James slumps back in the stool, coming down from his high. I stand to my feet, pulling my dress down to its correct length, and fix my hair. I notice a pair of wipes and napkins sitting by my mask. Sienna. I wonder if we had a true audience after all. I'm sure we'll never know. I wipe at my hands and thighs, before doing the same to James who looks at me with thankfulness and like he just fucked, which is funny because only us two will know that it never went that far. Or us three, I shall say.

He leans forward as I clean him up, staring down at my lips. I suddenly look up, catching him a little off guard as his eyes slightly widen.

"I know you know how to kiss, James," I tease, "and even so, that's reserved for someone special."

"Yours or mine?"

"Mine."

He nods understandably, flushing as I step back to let him pull up his pants. I fix his shirt and hair, making sure we both look presentable. We put our masks back on, and only then do the lights turn back on. We don't dare turn around, though I'm sure every eye is on us, and we just made this theme much more interesting.

"You can thank me now," I smirk.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"Youre welcome."

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