Page 57 of Hale's Pawn
I pull away from her and Karessa’s eyes are still closed. She clears her throat after a minute and I smirk. “See, I told you, it tastes different.”
“Fuck,” Jagger says and he’s staring at Karessa with so much lust, I’m sure it’s transferred to all of us in this villa.
AINSLEE
Watching Oran kiss is an experience I didn’t think I’d get the chance to see, but it makes me wetter. I don’t take my eyes off of him and the way Karessa is caressing his body. I think it’s beautiful to watch my man being adored by someone other than me for tonight. He deserves this and so do I. This feels natural, especially with all the teasing and the tension that could be cut with a knife.
“So you lost to me like you always do, Ains,” Jagger teases me.
I smirk. “Did I? Or did I simply want to be naked? You ever wonder how I’m the worst player in the room?” I ask him.
Jagger tilts his head. He eyes me from head to toe. “No, I didn’t wonder, I saw you lose.”
I tsk. “Jagger Liam Hanlon, it’s like you don’t remember whose daughter I am. I could make that bullseye three times with my eyes shut awhile kissing at the same time.”
Jagger chuckles. “Let’s see that shit.”
Jagger waits for me to move over to Oran but instead, I walk up to him, bypassing Oran. I get close to him and then turn, giving him my back, but my ass is rubbing against him. I innocently look at Oran. “Babe, can you give me three darts?”
Oran smirks and narrows his eyes at me. “What are you up to, baby?” he asks, but he does hand me three darts.
“Thank you and you’ll see. I just want you all to know that I am a different kind of MOFO.” I wink at him, blowing him a kiss.
I turn to face Jagger and beckon him to lean in closer to me. Jagger cocks his brow but he does it. I grip the back of his neck and get on the tip of my toes. I kiss Jagger like my life depends on it. Jagger bites my lip, sucking on it, and I moan into his mouth. Then he moves his hands to grip my ass so hard that my body shudders. I know he thinks I can’t do it when I’m distracted by his kiss. I have never met anyone that could tell me what they want in their kisses besides Oran. I arch, trying to lose myself in Jagger for a moment. I throw all three darts at the same time and the gasp from Karessa makes me smile as both my hands end up in his hair and I tug hard.
I pull away.“Now, who really lost?” I say. Jagger looks at the dartboard and realizes that all three are in the bullseye. Jagger doesn’t give me a moment as his hand grips my waist and the other wraps around my throat.
“Don’t grab my neck like I’m your little bitch.” Jagger groans as he pulls away, but the hold on my neck is still tight. Not causing me to go into panic mode or anything, but fucking erotic. I grip his wrist and the atmosphere shifts. I’m not sure if he’s trying to fuck or fight.
“You’re not?” I ask. Jagger smirks and it expands to a grin when he looks past me. I feel my hair being pulled. I follow the direction with my eyes and it’s Oran. Fuck.
One is teasing me and the other is fucking with me. I don’t know which is which. “You played us, huh? You forgot that you were already on punishment, but now let’s make it even worse, why don’t we?” I love everything about the roughness in his tone.
“Baby…” I call out to him. “I’m sorry,” I say but I know he knows it’s a bullshit apology.
Jagger lets go of my throat as Oran turns me to face him. “For what?” he feigns ignorance. He lets me go. Oran starts to walk to the couch and he turns to me. “Stay here,” he says and walks over to the couch to sit back.
I watch him for a bit. I don’t bother with anything else as I move my hair, tucking it behind my ears. I stand a couple of steps away from him. Oran watches me as I get on all fours. “What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” I ask him.
Oran widens his stance and I can see that he’s still hard. He calls me over with his finger. “Come to me, Bug. Crawl to your husband.” The way he demands it makes me want to give him whatever he desires.
“Yes, daddy.”
Oran runs his fingers through his hair and throws his head back before he looks at me again. “Fuck, baby…” I finally make it to him and sit back on my knees. I look at him like he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Like he’s my favorite ice cream. Oran strokes his dick. I watch as precum drips from his tip. I lick my lips as I slip my hands over his bare skin. I move my hands and plant them at his knees. I travel with my hands up his powerful thighs as I get closer to his dick. I lick the precum, flattening my tongue as much as I can and I look up at Oran. There is a mirror behind Oran and I see how Jagger is teasing Karessa. “Would you let me share you for a night if I could?” Oran asks me.
I look at him and I know what he means. I look at Jagger as he watches me move my hand to grip Oran’s dick. “Yes,” I say, giving in to one night of curiosity with Jagger Hanlon. Jagger smirks like the devil that he is and kisses Karessa’s shoulder. I quickly look at Oran. “As long as I get to share you too.” Oran grins and I look at Jagger again. I don’t bother with my hand, letting that fall away as I take Oran into my mouth without the assistance of my hands. Oran groans as I suck his dick while looking into Jagger’s eyes. I concentrate on Oran again.
Oran looks past me as he slides his fingers into my hair. He grips my scalp. “Open up for me, baby,” he says and without another warning, he begins fucking my mouth. Both his hands land in my hair, gripping tight. Oran groans when he discovers my other superpower... I don’t have a gag reflex. I’ve been holding back. Oran pulls back out of my mouth and stops face fucking me.
“Let me.” I look up at him innocently and he glares at me, but the look in his eyes transforms to one of someone who wants to rip me apart with his dick. I lick my teeth and before he can say anything, I spit on his dick. I wink at him as I show him that a Bishops never backs down from a challenge. Oran moans, throwing his head back, not focusing on me anymore. I caress his balls with my hands while I give him the dirtiest, messiest head I could ever.
Oran’s hands find his way back into my hair and I know he’s close. He rights his head, looking at Karessa. “Say please and you might be able to get fucked tonight, too. One of you will cum and it’s not Ainslee. She’s on punishment,” he says to me and before he can cum, he pulls out of my mouth.
I whimper, but before anything could be said, Oran’s hand wraps around my throat and he leans down, kissing me hard. He groans into my mouth and I want to cry at how badly I want to cum. Oran lets my mouth go and he kisses along my jaw. He whispers in my ear. “This is your one night with Jagger. You’re never getting another one. Enjoy it while it lasts.” He makes me look at him and kisses me hard once more.
Oran looks up at Jagger. “She’s not allowed to cum and don’t fucking cum inside my wife.”
Jagger chuckles. “Agreed. Let’s keep it a little vanilla. No oral. Foreplay is a go.” The intensity in that sentence alone makes me turn. I face Jagger as Karessa whimpers from the one seater couch parallel to where we’re sitting. She throws her head back and Jagger makes her cum while looking me in my eyes.
