Page 18 of Hale's Pawn
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah, holy shit.” Jagger opens up his mouth to ask me something else and I shake my head. “Not right now. Go, be a husband and suffer like me. Your bride looks especially sexy tonight. I might take a bite if you’re not careful,” I tease him.
Jagger laughs. “She tastes exquisite, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Good to know.” I smirk at him. I feel a hand on my wrist and I know it’s Ainslee’s. She can barely fucking fit her small hand around my wrist.
Jagger stands up straight. He eyes her up and down. “Mmm, I see you know how to make heads practically fucking roll off their shoulders. I’m still wondering if that’s figurative though. Either way, good play on wearing your husband’s favorite color.”
“Uh, thank you?” Ainslee ends it as a question, because honestly everything Jagger says is questionable to everyone else, including me sometimes. “You look really good too,” Ainslee pays him a compliment.
“I know.” Jagger licks his lips and walks away. No winks this time.
“What is it, Ainslee?” I say, turning to face her.
She lets go of my wrist. “I’m sorry,” she says.
“Huh?” This is my reaction only because I didn’t expect it. Most women don’t apologize, thinking that only men are wrong in every fucking thing.
“I said I’m sorry. I could’ve handled that better. Could’ve probably said let's talk about it once I’ve processed the bomb you dropped on my lap,” Ainslee says.
I grin. “I like that it doesn’t hurt you to apologize,” I admit.
“I was a belle too, even though I don’t really act like one,” she says and takes the drink that was ordered for me. She chugs it and drops the glass down. She cringes, clutching her chest. “ Shit, that burns. What is that?”
“Jagger’s favorite whiskey.”
“Jesus, no wonder he’s a nutjob.”
I chuckle and I get in her space. “I’ve got an idea on how you could make it up to me.”
Ainslee cocks her brow. “Lead the way, sir. I’m in the mood to put you in your place.”
When we reach a makeshift room, I take Ainslee in. The fact that she’s wearing my favorite color makes her look so fucking sexy. I spot a table. “Get on the table, back flat,” I say as I remove my suit jacket and watch Ainslee do exactly as I say. “Spread your legs for me.” I lick my lips as I pull the chair back and I take a seat.
I place my suit jacket on the back of the chair and I scoot closer to my dessert. I pull up the satin dress, exposing her legs. I groan as I realize that she’s wearing a matching lace g-string. I lean in and tug with my teeth, not stopping until the sound of them ripping echoes in my ears. Ainslee’s breathing increases. I don’t wait this time around. I taste her, realizing that I haven't done so at all. I was too busy giving my dick all the attention when my tongue needs this more. I fuck her pussy with my tongue, sucking and licking until Ainslee is yelling my name out. I lift her legs up and feast on her until she’s tugging at my hair and pleading with me to stop. I don’t stop though. I build her up and I look up at the mirror again, knowing that it’s not only double-sided but that both ends can see each other. This time, I’m met by green eyes that are staring at me as she bounces up and down. My dick gets harder as I realize that it’s Karessa LeClaire... err Hanlon. I groan as Jagger holds her head in place with his hand around her neck. Her eyes flutter every time he flexes that hand. I go back to eating Ainslee out as I watch Karessa ride my best friend.Fuck. I need to nut.In her eyes, I can see the lust that she has for me. I hear her faint moans mixed in with Ainslee’s. I shut my eyes for a second, trapping both sounds. I open my eyes again and I finger-fuck Ainslee to the beat that Karessa is setting. Her tits bounce in Jagger’s face as she digs her fingernails into his shoulders.He grabs one of them and squeezes hard, which has her tugging on his hair at the same time Ainslee tugs mine, and it’s so damned euphoric. Ainslee’s back arches while Jagger slaps Karessa’s ass, and from the look in her eyes, she’s going to cum. She bites her bottom lip, but Jagger bites her chin. She lets it out and throws her head back as her and Ainslee cum at the same time. I clean Ainslee up with my tongue and she lays back on the table. “You’re forgiven,” she says.
I look at her and I laugh. “It wasn’t me apologizing, you know?”
“I know.”
“Come here, I want to show you something.” I pull Ainslee to me and I set her on her feet. I walk her over to the mirror, taking the chair with us to where Jagger has flipped Karessa over and is fucking her on the table. I lift up her dress but I stop around her waist. “You trust me, baby?” I ask her.
“No, not really,” she answers.
I laugh. “Good.” I sit down and I make her stand with her legs spread apart. Each one on the side of mine. I do what I need to do and once my dick is free, I guide her down my length. She fits like a fucking glove. I grunt at how wet she is. I hold her neck like I did when she was on the video-call and play with her clit while she rides me. “Look at him, baby. Do you like the way he’s fucking Karessa?” I whisper in her ear.
Ainslee moans as her hand comes around, grabbing my neck. She turns her head and kisses me hard while riding me. My hand slips from her neck, dipping into her dress, and I play with her nipples. I tug and squeeze. It's insane to everyone else what we’re doing, but fuck it. This is what seems to turn all four of us on. I take it in stride. I lose myself in the moment with Ainslee as Jagger focuses on Karessa even more. The moans and groans fill the two rooms and it’s everything that I need in this moment.
11
Ainslee
After the fucksession that’s rocked my world and has changed my views on voyeurism in a seriously complex, yet simple way, I went to clean up. Now, I’m getting fresh air. It feels like tonight isn’t going to be too bad. I shut my eyes and lean my head back against the wall outside. The idea of marrying and choosing Oran happened within months, but now it feels like I’ve been stressing out for years. I take a deep breath and my phone rings. I look at it, it's my dad. I pick it up even though he’s probably calling because of the live. My dad has never raised his voice at me, but I prepare myself nonetheless. “Hello.”
“Ainslee…” he calls my name out. “I’m just calling because I feel like something’s not right. Everything good?” he asks.
“Yeah. I’m at Jagger’s wedding.”
