Page 13 of Hale's Pawn
Jagger smirks. “Guess what I just found on my Facebook!” Jagger says.
“Facebook?”
Jagger makes a face. “Don’t ask. I had a point to prove, but anyway, a memory came up from when we went to thatUnknown Elitesdare game shit. You remember that one?”
“Hmm… I don’t think so. Send me the picture.”
“Sent.”
I look at the picture. “Shit. Now, it’s coming back to me. That night was fucked up. To this day, I don’t know how my drink was spiked.”
Jagger snorts. “Mine was just fine. There’s another picture I took with that bird bitch.”
“Who?”
“Lina,” I snort while Ainslee looks at me with curiosity.
“If you want to see, come look at it yourself instead of staring at me for an answer,” I say to her. Ainslee sighs but she stands up, coming over in what I’ve noticed is her at-home lounge wear. This time, it’s a dark blue satin shorts and shirt combo. She comes near me, but not close enough to look at the picture. I reach out, pulling her to me and I sit her right in my lap. “See?”
Ainslee doesn’t realize that she’s relaxed already. “Oh. Huh, I’m pretty sure I was there but by the end of the night, shit got fuzzy.”
“Oh hiiii, Ainslee,” Jagger calls out to her.
I can see how that affects her. Goosebumps break out on her exposed skin. Huh. That’s interesting. Does Ainslee find Jagger attractive? “Jagger,” she answers back.
“Oh, come on now, you can do better than that,” Jagger teases. I know when he’s being a flirt and this is one of the times. I’m not worried, it’s sexy to watch how Ainslee is squirming on top of me because of it.
I tap back to the video, knowing that Jagger is probably nude and that Ainslee doesn’t know that. Jagger sees her face and he smirks. He moves his phone back a bit just to show off and I lean in, brushing my nose in the crook of her neck. “You smell good,” I say to her. Ainslee breathes in when my hand slips under her shirt, but I make sure not to linger on her back, because from what she did last time, she’s not a fan. I caress her skin. “Open,” I command.
“Oran…” she calls my name on a breathless whisper.
“Shut the fuck up and do it. I know you want to, plus I’m just saying good morning once again since you haven’t learned to greet me.” I flick her earlobe with my tongue.
Ainslee shudders and opens up for me, placing her legs over mine. Another rookie mistake. I dip my hand into her shorts and I bite down on her shoulders.Does this girl ever wear panties?She’s already wet and ready. I play with her clit, then I stop. She relaxes a bit and I start to finger-fuck her. I fuck her hard, knowing it’ll cause her to lose control. “Ssstop, please.”
“Hmm. No. Don’t be shy now, Ainslee. Look at him. You’re always being mean or rude to my best friend. This stops now. Okay?” I press on her clit.
Ainslee can’t help it as she throws her head back, arching for me. Her fingernails dig into my thighs. “Yes, yes, Oran.”
I look at Jagger who’s watching with avid concentration on his face. I know him. He likes her, yeah, but also would never take advantage of this. Jagger and I have done worse in our prime. “Good, baby. Now, who did I say you’re going to be good with? What’s his name?”
Ainslee’s breath catches, her body so close. “Jagger…” she says so breathlessly you’d think she’d notice that she’s physically attracted to the fucker.
I wrap my hand around her throat and tilt it. I kiss, bite, and suck on it. “What’s my name, baby? Who is going to be fucking you tonight?”
“You.”
I tsk. “No, no… Don’t be afraid to say it for Jagger to hear. If it’s any consolation, he thinks it’s hot. What’s my motherfucking name, baby?”
“Oran Hale.” She says it so dreamy-like, I can’t help but swell with pride as she cums with my name on her lips. Jagger has a grin on his face. He winks at me and hangs up.
“Did that turn you on? Jagger watching? Be honest,” I ask her. I won’t do it again if it’s weird for her, I’m not a pervert.
“Yes,” Ainslee replies.
“Good. Now back to work. You need to talk about your new brush set with the Kabuki brush, no?”
I slip my fingers out of her sweet pussy and as she stands facing me, I lick her juices clean off my fingers. “You were listening?” she asks, still coming down from her high.
