I feel both men’s eyes on me as I walk to Jagger’s side. He steps back and looks up at me.
“Sit.”
Doing as I’m told; I sit on the edge. Jagger hooks his hand under my knees and pulls me until my ass on the edge and his face is aligned with my pussy. He splits his fingers in a V and traces just outside the little triangle of fabric. I shudder from the teasing but I know better than anyone not to disrupt his process.
“Your pussy is always seeking my attention.”
Jagger pushes my legs further apart to begin nibbling on my inner thigh. I’m ready to go and his teeth and tongue takes me closer to the edge of recklessness. I look up to see Oran silently watching. He quirks a brow to display his lack of shame and that’s the moment Jagger’s mouth covers my triangle and he sucks on my clit through the material. Shuddering hard, I buck against his mouth and pull his hair.
With a soft growl that vibrates through the material of my bottoms, Jagger pulls me into the tub. His fingers dig into my waist possessively as he kisses me hard.
“I’m going to fuck you in front of them, and you’ll see them watch you.” He turns us so my back is to his chest and he unties half of my bottoms. “Open your eyes, Sweet Baby.”
My gaze gets stuck in Oran’s as he moves back to Ainslee. His hand falls under the water and I’d like to think he’s touching his dick. Jagger enters me roughly from behind, my eyes close and my head falls back. I moan hard and lose track of everything else.
Jagger
I love sex.The filthier the better and Karessa knows this. She feeds my whims and I take it greedily. Now is no exception, her pussy grips me as I allow her small movements that allow friction but won’t get her anywhere until I let her. Ainslee’s wild and crazy eyes connect with mine and I know she’s just as into this sort of thing as well. She watches me suck on Karessa’s earlobe. Ainslee’s big gray eyes drop to my hand as I toy with Karessa’s nipple. The desire is there and it makes this much more fun.
Her eyes flutter closed as Oran works his magic on his wife. Moments like this I know the lines are open or blurred depending on who’s looking at it. Sexually, this could go either way and this is the best way for us to communicate that the other could get it. At the core we’d don’t change who we are, but Ainslee and I are not trying to fight at these times, nor is Karessa shying away in front of Oran like he’s an unattainable rockstar.
Karessa’s boldness in these moments make me fuck her harder. I slip my hand in the water and play with her pussy while I continue to allow these teasing strokes. Seeing Oran hold Ainslee in a way where she has no choice but to watch is the kind of erotic delight I welcome. My sweet baby wants more and I know that before she cries it out to beg me for it.
Her whimper breaks the last bit of my restraint. Grabbing her hips I focus on making my wife cum hard. Pushing her forward a little, I give her the roughness she craves as I deliver the deep strokes. Oran and I are lost in pleasing our wives while taking a peek at the other’s until we sync up and make both of them cum at the same time.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jagger
Oranand I decide to hangout a bit since both of our wives are allergic to unnecessary early mornings. Besides, I know his ability to let me go on in silence without filling him in about so much is beginning to itch his ass. I jump in his car since we decided to drive to a cafe and I’m not surprised when Oran damn near pounces the moment we’re in his car. He doesn’t pull off and gives me a side-eye.
“Spill, Hanlon before we fight. What happened with Layla?”
Honestly, with the whole almost dying bullshit I’m dealing with, I’m so far removed from Layla and how her betrayal made me feel that it’s almost funny. Almost.
“I’m cutting to the chase and giving you the bottom line. That bitch took money to be with me while fucking Arthur.”
Oran looks like he wants to break out of the car to set the island on fire. His gray eyes drop to slate and he runs his fingers through his hair. Oran’s jaw is clenched so tight, I fear for the health of his teeth.
“Run that by me again.”
“My mom wanted to know more about me when I started to pull away. She thought if she paid a girl to be with me it’d compel her to tell my mom about my life. My dad ‘found’ the girl he volunteered. Turns out she’s one of his bitches and so she was fucking both of us at the same time and collecting a paycheck from my mom. She told me when she found out days before my wedding. She’d caught them in the act but didn’t confront them. She took pictures and came to me.”
Oran hits the steering wheel, pissed like it happened to him. “You know I was never a fan of hers, but I didn’t think she was doing foul shit like that. And fucking Arthur. I want to punch him…”
“I did. I went to the office, fired him, then knocked him the fuck out.” Oran chuckled somewhat appeased. “Not only did I need to process, I also didn’t tell you because the wedding is a place to keep up appearances and your face doesn’t know what the fuck that means. You would have made the wedding uncomfortable as hell.”
He nods as he thinks about it and puts the car in drive. “I’m glad you know that. I would have slapped his cake out of his hand and dared him to say something, tripped him, spilled stuff on him, all just to give him a reason to address me.”
I laugh because Oran is sick and would do that the entire night. We move on from them, knowing that my mom is the only worthy immediate family member I have left.
Once we’re seated at the cafe where it seems to be a handful of people who rise as early as we do. It’s okay, we have quite a bit to catch up on so the lack of patrons doesn’t bother us. I know one thing that’s on my mind and I’m sure it’s on his too. We order enough breakfast for a team and in the usual Hale fashion, Oran doesn’t even bother with pretense.
“When are you filling me in on this crush your wife is supposed to have on me?”
“Supposed to? She’s been willing to take your dick since it was legal. That’s why you weren’t my best man. I didn’t want to spank her for talking to the wrong person during the vows.”
Oran laughs and shakes his head. “That bad, huh?”
