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Jason groaned contentedly when I straddled his face again, pulling me demandingly back onto his tongue. I was facing the other way this time though, effectively smothering his entire face with my ass.
“Can you breathe, Jason?” I said, giggling softly as he hummed in the affirmative.
“If I die, I die,” he said, before his mouth was on me again. Vincent gyrated his hips to hit the right spot, and Jason’s cock twitched, his sounds of pleasure muffled against me. I spread some of the lube on my hand and stroked him in unison with Vincent’s thrusts, until he shook.
“Fuck, ah...God...” Jason’s words were choked with need. I leaned down and took him into my mouth, and Vincent paused so he wouldn’t bump into me. Jason gasped sharply as I popped my lips off him, his cock twitching in my hand as I spat on him and continued to stroke.
“That’s my good girl,” Vincent crooned, as I lifted my head. “Let’s blow his fucking mind.”
He kissed me, his tongue playing with mine as he increased his pace, fucking Jason hard. Jason hadn’t stopped eating me, nuzzling his face into me like he couldn’t get enough. But now he was shuddering, struggling to keep going. He was swiftly losing control, and I could literallyfeelhim melting into ecstasy beneath me.
“I think he’s going to come,” I said, smiling as Jason squirmed.
Vincent grinned. “Not until he makes you come again.” He dragged his nails along Jason’s thigh, leaving reddened scratches behind as he said, “Hear me, boy? Make her come again before you do.”
Jason nodded, muttering the words, “Yes, sir,” against my pussy. My body felt so good and my mind was free, soaring without a single worry as I fell apart on his tongue. Vincent bent forward, taking my breast in his mouth as I moaned my release.
All of it at once — it was so much — it was overwhelming. I grabbed Vincent’s hair, pulling it as his teeth bit down on my nipple. That little spark of pain made it perfect, cutting through my bliss like a shock of heat.
Jason was gasping, shaking. But neither Vincent or I let up as he said desperately, “Please...God, please, I’m so close...fuck, I’m gonna come...”
His cock swelled and twitched, cum spilling out over my hand. I let go, licking the pearly white drops from my skin. Vincent grasped my wrist and pulled it toward him, sucking two of my fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.
Then with his hand on top of mine, he curled my fingers around Jason’s cock again.
“Keep going,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Make him squirm. I’m almost there.”
He moved my hand with his as Jason shook with overstimulation, his pleading growing more desperate. “Fuck, I can’t — can’t — Vincent, please —”
Bringing Jason to desperation was such a heady feeling. No wonder he loved overstimulating me, because doing the same to him made me feel like an all-powerful goddess. It was so damn sexy to see him writhing beneath us as Vincent came, his head tipped back and his eyes closed in bliss.
It was perfect.
***
We lay there in silence, blissed out and comfortably tired, our limbs tangled together as we sprawled on the bed. The scent of marijuana hung in the air, and I felt a little more sober now than I had a few minutes ago. But I was still relaxed, the tension melted out of my body like butter.
I sighed and stretched, enjoying the simple feeling of clean sheets on clean skin. Although I was a little dirtier now than when Vincent first carried me out of the shower.
“How do you feel?” he said, his long fingers stroking gently through my hair, over my scalp.
“Fantastic,” I said, opening my eyes. He was lying on one side of me, and Jason was on the other, his eyes still closed. “What about you?”
“Feeling like the luckiest man alive,” he said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. He reached over, grasping Jason’s arm. “What about you, babe? You still alive?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jason gave us a messy smile, nuzzling closer to my side. “Feel so fucking good. Tired. High.” He laughed. “That was great.”
I giggled at him, tracing my fingers over his colorful chest. “The two of you together blew my mind. That was...damn, that was so hot. I really liked watching you fuck him, Vince.”
“Yeah?” Vincent smiled widely, leaning down to kiss me. “We’ll have to do that more often then, with you.”
That promise made my belly shiver with excitement. It was still new...this concept of love and intimacy being so free-flowing. But I liked it; I felt like it fit me far better than how I’d been trying to make relationships work before.
Not that this was arelationship...exactly...
God, who was I kidding? This whole thing may have started with my foolish mistake and the debt I incurred because of it, but I couldn’t deny there was something here. Lust, crush fulfillment, more longing and attraction than I knew how to handle. We weren’t dating, per se, but I couldn’t keep denying we were damn close to it.
And the thing was, I enjoyed these “not-dates.” I enjoyed them more than the “real” dates I’d been on. I didn’t feel under pressure to perform — hell, I hadn’t even put on makeup today. Dating had always felt like a drawn out test, where both parties were searching for something wrong in the other. It was awkward and tiring, a constant dance of saying the right thing and acting the right way.
