Oran laughs, his t-shirt pulls across his chest when he stands to stretch and his gray eyes study my appearance. He rubs his light beard before he answers.
“Says the shirtless guy tackling my wife.” Karessa and Ainslee ignore us as they continue doing what they were doing.
I hear Ainslee squeal the moment Oran disappears out of my sight.
Karessa
It’sone thing to have an elephant or common knowledge no one is discussing in the room and it’s another to discuss it. Ainslee’s brain works differently. It’s not a complaint, but there are moments when it catches me off guard. This morning, her directness pointed out that I wouldn’t oppose to the idea of having sex with her husband - okay- she actually told me that I want to fuck her husband. In turn, she admitted to having the sameitchfor Jagger.
I’d managed to keep myself upright without falling over from the shock long enough to answer her next question.
“So, if the boys want to fuck each other’s wives, would you do it?”
It would have been a major setback to our friendship if I didn’t do the right thing and answer honestly. Any other woman would’ve had to fight me, but I know it’d be just sexual for all of us. Plus, Ainslee isn’t the-stab-you-in-the-back-and-take-your-man type. It could be weird to some, but I’d trust her with my husband. Besides, the thought of fucking Oran makes me hot no matter how you slice it and she knew that.
I told her the truth moments before Jagger showed up and ambushed her. I should have warned her that being damn near naked would get her jumped by one of them regardless. Scratch that, being around would get us jumped, period.
It was hot watching him threaten her because I’ve been on the receiving end of those threats and the follow through is amazing. Talk about instant response to a wish…
My train of thought is lost when Oran’s body lowers next to mine on the couch and warms my side. He's big, solid, and smells so damn good that my body instantly reacts. I swear they’re on the same wavelength because I know for a fact that they didn’t speak to each other this morning. Doing my best, I try to look at my puzzle but the words seem to jumble. My brain tells me that eleven across’ clue is ‘Fuck Me, Oran.’ I blink rapidly to read it again.
I tune in when he says, “Desideratum.”
He kind of whispers it against my skin, leaving goosebumps and wet dreams behind. Jagger needs to get his friend because while I already have a feeling where he falls on this issue since he’s having a lustful stare down with Ainslee, we still haven’t officially discussed it. Right now, Oran is moments from being jumped. His arm falls behind my shoulders as he leans in close enough to kiss me if he chooses. His eyes are on the puzzle but the rest of his body is focused on me. I’m regretting my decision to go braless today because my nipples are on display for anyone looking.
His knuckles slide along my thigh when he reaches out to tilt the book in his direction.
“Want me to put it in, Karessa?” He rasps the double entendre like he’s innocent. Oran is so close I could bite him. “Or should I go...down?”
I bite my lip instead to keep from whimpering when he runs his finger along 11 down. Crosswords aren’t supposed to be this sexy. Jagger says something I didn’t hear because I’m concentrating hard on looking busy.
Ainslee’s squeal gets my attention and my eyes lock with Jagger’s. Amusement and lust swim in their honey depts. A wicked smirk spreads on his lips as he rubs his hard dick through his sweats. Jagger drops to his knees between my legs and pulls me to the end of the couch.
“Show me what he did.”
“Huh?”
Instead of responding, Jagger pushes up my dress and hooks his finger to pull my panties aside. He moans when he spreads me.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
I whimper when he smacks my pussy then sticks two fingers inside. I feel tag teamed. Oran got me started and Jagger came to finish. He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard as he continues to roughly finger me. I suck his tongue, kissing him hard, and pushing back on the oral attack. With a growl, Jagger pulls me on the floor and buries his dick inside of me before I can catch my breath. I moan against his mouth and arch my back, begging for more. He fucks me hard but holds my chin so I can look at him.
“Tell me your erotic wish,” he groans. “I might grant it.”
I can tell Oran and Ainslee are fucking nearby, their moans and the sound of their bodies colliding heightens Jagger’s order. I know what he’s asking and it makes my inner walls squeeze him hard. He turns my head so I can see Oran fucking Ainslee against the wall.
Oran looks over and our eyes lock. He hums in pleasure as Ainslee moans his name.
“Tell me you want it, Sweet Baby,” Jagger whispers against my cheek before he bites my chin.
“I want it,” I admit with a shudder. Oran smirks seductively then we get lost in our spouses. Jagger kisses me like he’s branding me and his special brand of roughness has me cuming hard.
Our vacation was already intense but the heat level keeps rising.
Jagger
“Tee time,”Oran announces and the ladies titter like they weren’t fucked within an inch of their lives a mere hour ago.
