The drinks sloshed as the bartender slid them across the bartop to us. I jerked back instinctively, but it only spilled over a little. Before I could figure out how to ask for a napkin in Spanish, he was on to his next order. I picked up one of the glasses and held it out as I took a sip, trying not to drip on my new dress. It was royal blue satin with a floral print, spaghetti straps, and low cut, and it came up to about my mid-thigh. I’d just bought it from a local shop. It was way more than I’d planned to spend but it was love at first sight and I couldn’t pass it up. I realized too late that it might’ve been the wrong choice to wear to a crowded club. Still, I was glad that it was packed – the distractions came easily.
Just a few feet away, a group of friends were looping arms around one another and holding up their drinks to pose for a picture. Someone shoved into the girl taking the photo just as the group yelled something that sounded like, “Whiskey!” Much laughing and yelling ensued.
I turned to Jordan to see if he’d noticed it, too, but he was looking the other way. I followed his gaze to a couple who were all over each other, making out in a way that looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s heads. I tried to look away, but I found my attention-getting drawn back. I watched as the guy squeezed his lady friend’s ass, holding her hips against his and grinding himself against her. I felt a warm tingle and squeezed my thighs together.
Jordan’s expression was inscrutable when he turned back to me, but I knew what he was thinking. Before he could say anything, I asked, “Do you feel like dancing?”
“Yeah, maybe in a bit,” he answered, dismissively.
I took another drink, looking down at my glass. It was already down to mostly ice after just a couple of sips. “Shit.”
Jordan smiled.
I laughed back a little, happy to have him teasing me, his mood lightening a bit. “I’m spilling and drinking faster than the bartenders can pour, apparently.”
He shook his head. “I think he spilled ten euros worth on the bar when he passed it to you.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, just about.”
“Do you want another?” Jordan asked, looking hesitantly back at the crowd packed around the bar.
I felt bad. “Maybe the bar in the back is a little less busy. Do you want to go check it out?” I asked, already turning to go.
“No, Lis, just wait. Look, are we just going to pretend our conversation from last night never happened?”
Fuck. I stalled, trying to formulate an escape plan. Taking a big gulp from my drink. Jordan watched and waited for my response. Finally, I shrugged. “No. But it’s a little loud in here to continue it, don’t you think?”
“Let’s go someplace else, then,” he suggested immediately.
I scoffed. “We just got here! And this place is supposed to be really fun! It has four and a half stars on Tripadvisor!”
Jordan shook his head and started to object again.
That’s when I saw a couple getting up from a table about ten feet from where we were standing. “Ooh! Come here, look!” I yelled, grabbing his arm and pointing, not waiting for a response before I started dragging him over.
I just barely edged out a couple of guys who were also eyeing the table as I practically jumped onto one of the stools. The couple before us had left their empty glasses, so I just slid them over against the wall, not knowing when a bartender or waitress would have a chance to clear them away.
“I thought it was too loud in here for a conversation?” Jordan objected, coming to stand beside my stool.
I looked back at him warily and shrugged. “You said you weren’t ready to dance.”
He looked back at me, pointedly. After a beat, he sighed. “Fine. I’m gonna go find the bathroom and then get us another round. Hopefully, I’ll be back before sunrise.”
“Okay,” I said, looking around and gauging the likelihood that I’d be able to hold the table and both stools by myself. I stretched my legs out under the table to the other stool and tugged it closer with my feet before resting them on the bottom rung. “If anyone tries to take this stool, they’re gonna have to take me with it!”
Jordan grinned in spite of himself, shaking his head. “Don’t get taken!” he joked, as he turned to make his way through the crowd and across the bar.
I decided to people watch while I waited for him to come back. I caught snippets of yelled conversations in Spanish over the thrumming bass of the music. It was loud enough to make the wall next to me feel like it was vibrating, but the vibe was a lot of fun.
I noticed that the crowd at the bar seemed to be growing, so I texted Jordan. “Maybe order us each a couple drinks this time, if you can carry them. Or some shots? Maybe they’d give you a tray. You can say, ‘Tienes una bandeja,” I provided, after a quick Google search.
I got lost in my phone after that, until my scrolling was interrupted by a voice on the other side of the table.
“Está ocupado?”
I looked up from my phone to see a guy smiling and gesturing to the stool that my feet were guarding. “Uhhh…” I stalled, scrambling to translate my response. “Si… es ocupado, pero…”
“Do you speak English?” the guy asked, in an accent that sounded American, too.
I laughed and confirmed. “What gave me away?”
He shrugged, smiling kindly. “Mostly the panicked look on your face. I know that look, well.”
I laughed back and nodded, feeling heat rising in my cheeks from his smile.
“So, this seat’s taken, then?” he asked again.
“Oh!” I forced myself to shake off the thought, literally shaking my head a bit. “Yeah, sorry. My friend is just at the bar.”
“No worries,” he smiled back. Then, instead of moving on, he took a step closer. “I could help you hold it until she gets back. And, you know, hang out in case you need any more expert translation help.”
I felt my eyebrows arch involuntarily. “Expert, huh?”
“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed. “I’ve already been here for like a week, so I have the language figured out.”
“Sounds about right,” I joked back, with an eye roll.
“Seriously. Ask me to translate anything.”
I gave him a doubtful look but decided to play along. “Okay. What’s this song about, then?”
He piqued his ear up to listen more intently, focusing on deciphering the lyrics through the insane bass and club noise. Then the song switched to a verse in English, and he unsuccessfully hid a grin as he made a show out of pretending to translate. “Ah, okay. So this part is saying, “Every time you leave, there’s only one thing that I know. You want me to stay and I won’t…”
I couldn’t help laughing, shaking my head. “That’s… amazing.”
“Right?! I don’t know, I feel like I must’ve been born with a rare ability to just pick up languages naturally. It’s a special gift.”
“There’s definitely something special about you,” I joked, finishing the last sip of my drink, swishing around and playing with the ice cubes with my straw.
“Looks like you could use a refill,” he offers.
That’s when I realized that Jordan had been gone for quite a while. “My friend was supposed to be getting me one,” I replied, looking towards the bathrooms, then scanning around the bar from there. I did a double-take when my eyes caught on Jordan’s orange baseball cap at the bar. He was just standing there, drinking and… watching. His gaze felt intense, even from a distance.
“Did she get caught up at the bar?”
I looked back at the guy standing across the table from me, not quite sure how to process what was happening. “It seems like he did.”
His smile dropped perceptively when he heard that my friend was actually a guy. But he recovered quickly. “I could hold the table for you if you want to go try to catch up with him.”
I just looked back at him, appreciating the kind offer. “Hang on, let me just text him to see what’s going on.”
Then I took my phone back out to text Jordan, “Are you ever coming back, or just abandoning me for the bar?”
“I’m Ben by the way,” the guy in front of me offered, pulling the stool out to sit down.
I managed to retract my feet just in time. Then, I looked back up and noticed that there was something that kept drawing my eyes back to his. Something that felt like a physical sensation whenever he looked at me. Sure, he was attractive, but it was something more than that. “Alisa,” I replied.
He smiled. “That’s a pretty name. Where are you from?”
My phone vibrated with Jordan’s return text and I looked down to read it, reactively.
“I’ll come back if you want. Though your new friend doesn’t seem like he’s done talking with you.”
Fuck. I read Jordan’s message twice, but couldn’t let myself accept what I thought I was reading, between the lines. Is this how he was going to handle my avoidance, then?
“Everything okay?” Ben asked once I’d gone a few moments too long without answering his question.
“Yeah, sorry,” I lied, turning back. “I’m from Ohio originally, but I’m living in New York now.”
“Oh wow, that’s awesome. In the city?”
“Yeah.”
“Which do you prefer?”
I shrugged, feeling a bit distracted. “I guess Ohio still feels more like home, but I’ve been having fun getting to know New York..”
“Yeah, I bet,” he answered. Then, after a pause, “I’m from Vancouver, if you were wondering.”
I looked back at him and smiled, blushing. “Sorry. I’m a little distracted trying to figure out what the hell my friend is up to.”
Ben looked over to the bar. “Which one is he?”
I pointed out Jordan, who just waved back at us, casually. “Apparently he’s giving us a chance to keep talking.”
Then, a waitress appeared out of nowhere at the table, delivering a couple of drinks and telling us in English that they were, “Courtesy of the guy in the orange baseball cap at the bar.”
Ben accepted the drink and thanked the waitress, laughing and holding up the drink to gesture his thanks to Jordan as well. “He’s a good wingman.”
I scoffed, reactively. “Something like that.”
Ben looked back at me as he took a sip from the new drink. “This isn’t some kind of trap, is it?” he asked, playfully. “Am I about to get my ass kicked or something?” He looked back to Jordan, sizing him up and thinking aloud that he could probably do it.
I laughed and shook my head. “No. I’m sure he’s just fucking around.”
Ben glanced back over at Jordan. “Is he just going to keep watching, then?”
Just then my phone buzzed with another text from Jordan. “I want to watch you make out with him.”
Fuck. I tried to cover up my shock, clicking my phone right off, but Jordan knew how to make me blush and squirm like no one else could. I could feel his eyes on me from across the room and found myself imagining him whispering the suggestion into my ear rather than texting it. I knew I was powerless to resist. So, I decided to be bold, looking back to Ben and blurting out. “Well, he knows I kind of like that sort of thing.”
Ben looked back at me, eyebrows raised, a slight smile forming on his lips. “Oh yeah?”
I could feel my blush deepening as I nodded, as if my face had gone up in flames.
Ben’s face was inscrutable. There was a pause long enough to make me start second-guessing everything, feeling embarrassed. What the hell was I thinking? “I’m sorry. Just forget it. God, that’s so embarrassing, I didn’t mean…”
“No!” Ben interjected. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to blow you off. I’m just trying to figure out what you’re saying, exactly.”
I shrugged, looking away, aiming to come off as self-deprecating to make the whole thing slightly less humiliating. “I don’t know. I guess I was trying to be sexy, but clearly, I’m just making a fool out of myself.”
“No, not at all,” Ben replied, his tone soft and reassuring. “Anyways, you know you don’t really need to try to be sexy, right?”
I looked back up at him and grinned appreciatively, feeling the flush returning to my cheeks.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked, then. “Your friend can watch, if he wants.”
I laughed a little, feeling the ridiculousness of the situation I was putting myself into. I looked back to Jordan to find him still watching. Waiting. I decided to just let go. “Sure.”
We got up, finished off our drinks with a couple of big gulps, and left our glasses and the table behind. I felt Ben’s hand on my hip lightly, his touch electric as he gently guided me to the dance floor. We found a small gap in the crowd and started dancing.
It was intense, being surrounded by all of the other hot, writhing bodies. Feeling out the beat, to be able to move along with the music, but also finding the rhythm of the crowd as everyone was dancing, swaying, and chanting along. We looked at each other and just smiled, caught up in the joy of the moment.
“This is insane!” he yelled, moving closer to allow me to hear him. He didn’t move back away after he’d spoken, his arm sliding around me, his hand coming to my lower back, the top of my ass.
“So insane,” I seconded, shaking my head and looking into him, his face close to mine.
We danced like that for a few songs, feeling the tension building between us. I felt Ben’s confidence grow, his hands exploring my hips, waist, thighs, and ass more confidently with each song. I turned in his arms and started grinding my ass against his crotch to encourage his touch, feeling his erection grow.
“Are you sure you’re not setting me up to get punched in the face?” Ben asked, into my ear. Because it would kind of ruin my trip.”
I shook my head and laughed. “I promise, I’m not.”
“I hope not. Because I really want to kiss you right now.”
I knew I wanted that, too. Rather than talking myself out of it or allowing myself to get lost in indecision, I decided to just go for it. With a quick glance back to make sure we were still in Jordan’s line of sight, I turned and gripped a fistful of Ben’s shirt, pulling him closer until our lips met. As soon as I could feel him kissing me back, my hands slid up from his chest, around his neck. I combed my fingers into his chestnut hair and tugged, tilting his head just so, and slipping my tongue into his mouth. I felt the vibration of his moan and leaned further into him before pulling back, drawing him in. I opened my eyes to peer over his shoulder at Jordan, making sure he was still watching.
As we kissed, I felt my phone buzzing against my hip, in the crossbody purse I wore. I knew Ben could feel it too, his hands on my hips. He pulled back just enough to ask, “Is that him?”
I nodded. “I think so.” Then I pulled back just a bit more to check, finding several new messages from Jordan:
“Enough dancing already. This guy is either very polite or an idiot. I’d have my tongue down your throat and my hand up your dress by now.”
Then, “I wouldn’t be able to hold back, feeling your ass pressed against my cock like that.”
Then, “Fuck. If he doesn’t make a move soon, I’m going to have to come tag him out.”
“Okay, that’s a little better.”
Then, “Looks like you’re enjoying that kiss. Does he kiss better than I do?”
Then, “Probably not. He needs to take charge more, right? It looks like you’re the one making all the moves. I know how much you like it when I grab you, and push and pull you around, telling you what to do.”
Then, “Do you want to tell him, or should I?”
I felt the heat from Jordan’s texts in my cheeks and between my legs. I could tell that Ben saw some of it, too. Enough to pique his attention. I wasn’t trying very hard to hide it. He looked like he was curious to see what else Jordan had written, but he didn’t seem to be allowing himself to ask.
So I offered, “Do you want to see?”
He seemed to take a moment to contemplate before looking at the phone, which I’d turned to face him. He read the messages and I saw his expression change as he closed himself off, his eyebrows furrowing with embarrassment or maybe anger. “Is that what this whole ‘being watched’ thing is all about for you? You get off on hearing him putting other guys down and embarrassing them?”
My eyes bugged out a bit at his response. I hadn’t anticipated that he would take it that way. “No!” I tried to assure him. “I’m sorry. Jordan can come off as kind of a dick sometimes, but it’s just about… I don’t know, making each other jealous, I guess.”
Ben still looked wary, but he seemed to let himself calm back down. “I’m sorry,” he started. “I guess I’m just a little thrown off my game. I guess I’m not used to women being so forward about what they want. If I’m moving too slow, it’s just because I’m used to testing the waters and not wanting to come off like a pushy asshole.”
I smiled at him and agreed, “That makes sense.” Then, “Anyways, I thought the kiss was really good.”
Ben raised his eyebrows in question as he asked. “Yeah?”
I nodded before admitting, “Jordan isn’t wrong about me liking things a little on the rough side, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a good kisser.” I reached out to start touching him a bit more, my fingers trailing down his chest slowly, coming to his waist, and hooking into his belt loops.
That seemed to motivate Ben to make another move. “I think I can handle ‘a little rough.’” And with that, he pulled me into another kiss, attempting to take more control. He deepened the kiss right away and tugged me closer by my hips.
I gasped and got right back into it with him, encouraging him and touching him back.
Soon, I felt Ben’s hand sliding up my thigh, lifting my dress a bit. I moaned into the kiss when I felt it, gripping his arms tighter. He pulled back a bit. “Was that message meant to be a checklist? I’m supposed to go up your dress now?”
I smiled coyly. “Sounds pretty good to me.”
Then Ben looked up to make sure Jordan was still watching, as if making a point to him that he was capable of making me feel good, too. Then he looked back at me as his fingers reached between my legs. “What else sounds good to you?”
I smiled broadly at the question, feeling his hands on me, his fingers rubbing along my slit, through my panties. I wasn’t used to being so vocal about what I wanted, but I urged myself on anyway and managed to go on with only a bit of insecurity in my voice. “I like being told what to do. So really, it’s whatever you want.”
Ben swallowed. “That’s really hot.”
I smiled back and blushed.
Then he asked, “What if I told you to come outside with me and suck my cock in the lane?”
I felt a shiver of excitement and arousal just from hearing the request. But I also felt hesitant at first. For some reason the thought of that act in particular made me feel a bit insecure, like if anyone saw it, I would surely be judged and thought to be a hooker. But then I imagined doing the same thing with Jordan, having him give me the same command.
I couldn’t help feeling like I would want to do it, in that case. It would be really hot. So I wondered if it might not be the act itself that was making me uncomfortable, but rather the thought of doing it with, or to, a stranger. I tried to reframe it in my mind, reminding myself that the idea of doing things with a stranger had always been a turn-on for me, in and of itself. That was sort of the whole point, what I’d brought up to Jordan last night… which led us here, to this moment.
Throughout my whole thought process, I took too long to respond. Ben started backtracking, “Sorry, was that too much? It’s fine if you don’t want to, obviously. I didn’t mean to be offensive.”
I decided to interrupt him. “It’s okay. I do want to do it.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching.
I nodded and started to explain, “I was just thinking about it, and picturing it, and I realized that the idea is really turning me on.”
I saw Ben’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “That’s… good,” he sputtered.
I nodded.
Ben smiled back at me, then cursed. “Fuck. C’mon,” he prompted, taking my hand and leading me away, towards the club’s exit.
I laughed and followed, but also glanced over my shoulder to the bar. I was glad to see Jordan getting up too, settling his tab to follow.
***
Outside, Ben led me down to the corner, and then down the alley beside the bar. It was dimly lit but seemed fairly clean, free of clutter or trash. Once we were a good distance from the street, he stopped suddenly and tugged on my hand until I was flush against him again. He kissed me again deeply, pushed me back against the wall, and resumed groping me through my panties before pushing them aside. He took his time to slowly rub his fingers along my slit at first. I moaned into the kiss and spread my legs a bit for him, then hooked one up, around his waist.
“Fuck…” Ben grumbled against my lips, suddenly sliding two fingers deep inside of me.
I gasped and moaned, squeezing around him, holding onto his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking wet…” Ben moaned, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed and nibbled on my skin.
I moaned louder, fingers combing through his hair and tugging as I felt his fingers pumping in and out of me. “That feels so good…”
“You’re turned on thinking about sucking a stranger’s cock outside the club? While your boyfriend watches us?”
I turned my gaze to the top of the alley where, sure enough, I saw Jordan standing casually. Keeping watch. I sighed and moaned, arching my body further into Ben’s. “Yesss,” I hissed. “I like that a lot.”
Ben cursed again. “I’m so fucking hard right now… You’re turning me on so fucking much.”
I reached down between our bodies to feel him through the front of his jeans, my hand easily finding the bulge of his thick, hard cock. I moaned and started rubbing him, squeezing my hand around him. “That feels really nice…”
With a groan, Ben kissed me again and turned us around so that he was leaning back against the wall and I was in front of him. “Get down on your knees,” he commanded, gripping a fistful of my hair and roughly pushing me down.
I sighed and crouched down in front of him, pressing on his thighs for support so I wouldn’t have to come all the way down to the ground on my bare knees. I was still feeling a little unsure but pushed myself to let go. I resumed rubbing him through his jeans, then looked up at him. “Tell me what you want.”
“Unzip my pants and pull my cock out,” Ben ordered, not missing a beat.
So I did. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then reached inside his underwear to pull him out. I started stroking him right away, looking up and awaiting my next command.
“Fuck,” Ben muttered, his head rolling back. “That’s so fucking hot!”
“What should I do next?” I prompted, stroking him in front of my face, leaning closer, letting my mouth hang open a bit, and licking my lips to get ready.
“I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Without hesitation, I started sucking him, encouraged by his curses and groans. I reached back to his hand in my hair and pushed on it, encouraging him to grip the back of my head and my hair in his fist again, to pull me onto his cock how he wanted.
Ben growled and held my head, starting to thrust into my mouth a little.
Then we were interrupted by a whistle.
Ben cursed and pulled back right away, putting his cock away and fixing his pants.
I stood and looked down to the end of the alley to see it was still only Jordan there. He must’ve been giving us a heads up that others might be coming by.
Ben seemed a little thrown off again, but he managed to calm down a bit. He let out a breath, cursing and telling me, “That was really fucking hot.”
I grinned and agreed.
We started walking back out of the alley, approaching Jordan. “Everything okay?” he asked, looking right at me.
“Yeah,” I nodded, blushing again, feeling the intensity of his gaze. I felt awkwardly obliged to introduce them, so I did. “This is Ben. Ben, this is Jordan.”
Ben held out his hand, while Jordan defaulted to a head nod greeting. He adjusted and shook Ben’s hand when it was offered.
Then Ben’s phone was chiming. “Shit, my buddies are wondering where I ran off to,” he said to me with the hint of a smile, his cheeks turning a bit pink. “I’m gonna go check back in with them. Do you want to meet back over by the bar in a few minutes? I owe you guys a drink, I think.”
“Sure,” I agreed, easily. I was actually looking forward to the chance to check in with Jordan and was encouraged that Ben was still wanting to hang around despite the awkwardness.
When he left to head back into the bar, I turned to Jordan. “Do you want to go back in?”
“Yeah, in a minute,” he replied.
I couldn’t quite read the look on his face, so I was a little nervous to hear what he was thinking. I took a step toward him hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”
He just looked back at me for a couple of moments, clearly deciding how he should answer. “I think so,” he said then. “I don’t know. I think I’m still processing everything.”
“You know, we can just leave if you want, too. I didn’t mean to agree for both of us.”
“No, it’s… It’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Again, Jordan didn’t respond right away. I could feel my anxiety building with a lump in my throat and rising tension in my shoulders.
But then suddenly he was grabbing me by my hips and pulling me into him, kissing me deeply and squeezing my ass, holding and grinding himself against me so that I could feel how hard he was. I felt like I was melting into him, moaning and practically whimpering in his arms as he sucked on my bottom lip and my tongue.
After what could’ve been twenty seconds or ten minutes, Jordan forced himself back just enough to speak into my ear. “I didn’t know how hot it would be, seeing another guy wanting you like that.”
I grinned and sighed, squeezing around him, feeling the heat rising yet again, wanting to encourage this line of thinking. “Which parts turned you on?
“You looked so fucking sexy dancing with him. I felt so jealous, like I wanted to come take over and make you come out on that fucking dance floor,” Jordan admitted.
“On your fingers or your cock?”
“Fuck, both.”
I sighed and kissed him again. “It turned me on so much to know you were watching me with him.”
Jordan pulled back just a bit and looked right into me. “Is that what you want?”
I stared back at him, feeling the uncertainty between us. This was new territory, and I still didn’t really know where he stood. But I knew that the fact that he was even asking me these questions was a good sign. Still, I needed to reassure him that he was my first priority. “Only if you do. I want you more.”
He looked back at me, contemplating. Then, he was pushing me up against the side of the building, groping desperately, starting to ravage me with his hands and his mouth. I gasped as I felt him pushing his hand between my legs, dragging my panties aside and sliding his fingers into me, feeling how wet Ben had made me.
I pulled back to look at him, getting so turned on by how far he was taking it, right there on the sidewalk outside of the club, and the desperate look in his eyes. I surprised myself by how tempted I was to go along with him.
“You’re so wet,” he noted, curling his fingers inside of me a bit more before looking around and remembering himself, starting to pull back, forcing himself to hold onto some control. “I felt so fucking jealous watching you suck his cock,” he added.
I breathed out something between a sigh and a moan. “I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it until I imagined doing it with you. Then, knowing you’d be watching and might be imagining it that way too made me decide to just go for it.”
“Fuck!” Jordan cursed, squeezing his fingertips into my hips and pressing me back against the wall. “Of course, I fucking thought about you doing that with me instead. I want that so fucking much.”
I pulled him back into another kiss, holding him there, against me. “Are you sure you don’t want to just leave, then?” I asked into his ear, biting his earlobe and then sucking on it.
Jordan groaned and pulled back to look at me. “No, it’s okay. Let’s go back to the bar.”
I pulled back the rest of the way. “Are you sure?”
Jordan was practically grinding against me still, squeezing handfuls of my hips and ass. “You should invite him back to the hotel with us,” he suggested then.
I must’ve looked surprised by the suggestion, though I reminded myself then, that it was Jordan who initiated this entire thing, hanging back at the bar and giving Ben a chance to flirt with me in the first place. “Really?” I asked.
Jordan shrugged, suddenly casual, as if I’d suggested picking up a pizza to bring home with us. “If you’re sure about this guy. I’m sure we could easily find someone who might be a little more cool about everything if we keep looking.”
I laughed back a little, smiling in spite of myself, in surprise at the turn our conversation was taking. “I’m sure it’s normal not to respond well to flirting with a girl only to be told that you’re doing it wrong by some other guy, watching your every move,” I reasoned.
Jordan just shrugged. “Well, having someone like you actually willing to suck his dick in an alley should more than make up for all of that.”
I blushed, feeling a blow from Jordan’s words, my smile fading. Something about the way he spit that out made me feel judged for what I’d done.
He seemed to pick up on that, knowing he may have taken things a little too far. “Sorry,” he apologized.
I just shrugged it off and changed the subject. “It’s fine. Do you still want to go in for another drink?”
Jordan seemed wary then, evidently intuning that he’d crossed a line. But he agreed. “Yeah, sure.”
***
Ben was already waiting by the bar with our drinks by the time we found him. The crowd from earlier had somewhat dissipated.
“There you are,” he greeted me with a smile.
“Hey,” I said, accepting the drink he handed to me.
Ben handed Jordan a drink, too. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want – hope this is okay. I can get something else if not-”
“This is fine, thanks,” Jordan said.
We drank and talked casually for a bit, about how long we’d each been in Barcelona already, how much longer we were each staying, places we’d already been, things we’d already seen or wanted to see. Mostly, it was Ben and me continuing the conversation. Jordan still seemed a little off, only really contributing when Ben or I would ask him something directly. I was getting a bit frustrated with his hot and cold mood, and that he was making an already awkward situation that much more awkward.
Then Ben asked where we were staying.
“At the Hotel Arts,” I told him. “It’s not too far from here.”
“I heard that place is really nice,” Ben commented.
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. I saw the opening, to invite Ben back with us tonight. But the way Jordan was acting, so standoffish and brooding again, I wasn’t sure whether I should. Even though he’d said he’d be okay with all of it, his actions were telling another story.
But then, as if he could sense what I was thinking, Jordan caught my gaze and gave me what seemed to be a meaningful look, a slight nod. Still, I wasn’t sure until he took it one step further and slid his hand into mine, discreetly.
So, I looked back to Ben and said, “We were actually thinking about heading back to our hotel pretty soon.”
“Oh,” Ben said. “Right. Okay, well… maybe we can meet up again sometime before we all leave?”
I hesitated. “Yeah, maybe.” Then I just decided to let it out. “Or you can come with us tonight.”
Ben’s eyes widened quite a bit, and he leaned back from the sip he was about to take from his drink. His eyes flitted between me and Jordan. “Really?” he asked.
I looked at Jordan, who wasn’t being any help one way or the other, and shrugged, fighting through the heat I felt rising in my cheeks once again. “Obviously it’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that,” Ben replied quickly, shaking his head slightly. “Is it… I mean, were you thinking it would be…” he stuttered. Then Ben cursed suddenly, “Fuck!” and took another drink. “Sorry, I’m acting like a fucking nervous twelve-year-old about to get his first handjob or something.”
I started cracking up, grateful to him for making light of the situation and putting me at ease, whether or not it was intentional.
“I guess I’m wondering what you’re envisioning, exactly,” Ben continued once we’d both calmed down. He seemed to be directing this question to Jordan. We both looked at him, waiting for his answer.
Jordan just shrugged, gesturing back to me. “Whatever she wants.”
I blushed, grinning back at Jordan.
Then, with both guys’ attention on me, I suddenly started to feel a bit shy. I knew what I wanted but also felt a need to play to each guy’s mood, to keep everything civil and comfortable. So, I looked at Ben, and told him, “I want Jordan to tell us what to do together.”
I could see Jordan’s gloating smirk in my peripheral vision.
“Would you be okay with that?” I asked Ben.
“I think so. I just want to feel more of you,” Ben shared. But then he turned to Jordan and said, “Just no sabotaging me by saying I have a tiny dick or I fuck like a pussy, or anything else that’s going to throw me off, okay?”
Jordan laughed but agreed. “I’m sure your dick is adequate. Otherwise, Lis wouldn’t be inviting you after sucking it in the alley.”
Ben scoffed and laughed a little.
I just looked at Jordan, surprised he’d have the nerve to bring that up again in such a harsh way. It felt evident that he wasn’t okay with what I’d done, which just made me that much more doubtful that we should even be discussing the possibility of anything more.
“Sorry,” Jordan apologized right away.
“Are you?” I asked, incredulously.
He looked uncomfortable. But rather than replying to me, he just went on with his reply to Ben. “And by the way, those texts earlier were only meant for Alisa. She knows I’m really just feeling jealous to see her with another guy. Even though that’s part of the turnon, too. It wasn’t meant to be anything personal.”
I stared at Jordan as he made that revelation, feeling the tension dissipating at least a little bit. A vote of confidence, that he’d been the one to fix this awkward moment himself.
“Okay,” Ben conceded. Then he turned back to me. “So, you said earlier that you like being watched. Would you want Jordan to keep watching us? Or vice versa?” Then after a moment, before I could reply, he added, “Not that I’d turn down the opportunity either way.”
I smiled and looked down, self-consciously. “Either way sounds good to me.” Then, with a quick glance back to Jordan, I added, “And I guess I wasn’t necessarily just thinking about being watched.”
Jordan took another drink.
“Can I ask for a more specific answer than that?” Ben asked. “I mean, I’m open to a lot of things, but I don’t think I’d be interested in doing anything with another guy. No offense,” he added, for Jordan’s benefit.
Jordan laughed a little. “No worries. You’re not my type either.”
Ben smiled back and laughed, too. “Okay, good.”
I shrugged a bit. “To be honest, Jordan and I didn’t exactly plan this all out,” I admitted. “We were talking last night and he wanted to know more about what sort of things turned me on, whether there was anything I might want to try that we hadn’t done yet. So, I just decided to tell him about some of the things I’d been thinking of, like being watched and doing things in risky places, and maybe being with two guys at the same time. I think I may have freaked him out at first, but maybe tonight has sort of turned into his way of letting me know that he’s open to trying new things, too.”
Jordan just looked back at me and nodded, slightly.
I watched Ben’s adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed another gulp of his drink. “Smart choice.”
I smiled back.
Ben finished off the second drink. Then he said, “Right. Well, I’m gonna go let my friends know I’m heading out, then.”
I laughed. “Okay.”
“Finish your drinks. I’ll be right back,” he suggested.
I nodded and watched him walk off into the crowd. While Ben was gone, I turned back to Jordan. “Was that okay?” I asked. “What I said?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “You pretty much summed it up.”
I nodded. “And, no matter what happens tonight, I hope you’ll let me know if it ever starts feeling like too much.”
Jordan met my eyes. “I will,” he promised. “Anyways, I thought you already said that I’d be the one calling the shots?”
I grinned. “That’s true.”
His lips twitched with the hint of a smile as he leaned in a little, taking my hand again and pulling me closer. “So whatever I say goes?”
I sighed and nodded, squeezing my thighs together to quell the throbbing feeling between them once again.
Jordan pulled me into another deep kiss, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and pulling me against him, between his legs as he leaned back onto the barstool. I held on around his waist, one hand cupping behind his head, my fingers combing into his hair and tugging.
“Am I having a lesson now? Should I be taking notes or something?” Ben interrupted, a bit snarkily. He was apparently unable to resist the opportunity to take a jab at Jordan for a change.
I pulled back, laughing a little and wiping my mouth. I squeezed Jordan’s arm a bit, hoping to remind him to stay calm, to resist reacting.
“It couldn’t hurt,” Jordan snapped back, as if on impulse.
Ben just stood there, stiffly, unsure how to react.
“Why don’t you call the car now,” I suggested, trying to break the tension.
Jordan seemed to decide to take that as a win. He conceded and took out his phone to make the call.
