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“Like what?” I rub my lips over hers.
“Like,” her breathing becomes shallower, “like, the world is finally right. Like everything is going my way. Like loving you is something that I will never regret. Fuck, I want to tell you again but I don’t want to make it weird.”
“Because it is right, Bug. It’s for you and me. I won’t ever give you a reason to regret it. I want to hear it one more time.”
Ainslee shuts her eyes and opens them. “I love you, Oran.”
“I love you too, Ainslee.” I kiss her hard, forgetting all about her melting ice cream. She can bite that shit later. Fucking weirdo.
28
Ainslee
Finally,after all the tours are done, I get to relax and do my yoga. Karessa is busy with her crossword and while she relaxes that way, I relax this way. “Can I ask you a question, Ressa?” I ask as I get into a cobra move.
“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” Karessa responds.
“Do you think you can be in love and still desire someone else?”
“What do you mean? Not that I’m saying no, but elaborate please,” Karessa says.
“Like, hmm.” I stand up and go into a standing split. “Let me just say it like it really is.” I look at Karessa from my position and she chuckles. “You want to fuck Oran just as much as I want to fuck Jagger. I love Oran and you are falling in love with Jagger. Don’t even deny it,mami. Anyway, that’s not what we’re discussing. So, if the boys want to fuck each other’s wives, would you do it?”
Karessa puts down her crossword and looks at me. “I would do it. You wouldn’t want to fight me after, right? Like say if I end up moaning Oran’s name?”
I chuckle. “Ressa, lady, you will end up moaning his name. It’s Oran fucking Hale. Good luck with him.”
Karessa’s eyes widen and I know the interest is there. “You know if this was any other woman I’d lose my shit, but because I know all of our lust is surface level and we’re those kind of people who obviously are curious about the other, I’ll let you know, Jagger is freaky. Full of tricks and I don’t know how you’re going to handle it.”
I come back down, planting my two feet on the yoga mat and smirk. I get into the handstand scorpion position. This helps me with my core. “Karessa, I’m sorry if this is going to sound like the most disturbing thing that’s ever come out of my mouth but I’ve developed a tolerance to pain. I need it to continue on a daily basis. Oran gives me a balance of both pleasure and pain without even realizing it sometimes. He hasn’t given the amount of pain that I would claim is too much just yet, but I can see it in his demeanor that he will. So, if it means Jagger has to be the one to give it to me so that Oran can notice how much more I can take, then so be it. Jagger can bring all the heat in the fucking world and I’ll take it. If I moan his name, I owe you a dozen margaritas.”
Karessa throws her head back and laughs. “Well then, we would’ve been some great friends in high school, wish we could’ve gotten that chance.”
“We would’ve gotten into some bullshit for sure.” I chuckle with her, then I switch to my last position. The simple downward dog pose. I concentrate, pushing all my energy into the stretch. I feel someone behind me and before I can process who it is, I turn and land a punch to Jagger’s midsection. Jagger grunts but his smile deepens. “ Fuck, Jagger! Don’t sneak up on me like that. You’ll never know where I’ll punch your ass next time.”
“Is that a promise?” Jagger asks me. He walks closer to me, swallowing up the space between us. I peer up at him. “What if I tell you I like pain?”
“Are you asking me to hurt you?” I ask him and my body does this weird thing where it’s like I’m doing a backflip. Images of ways that I could cause him pain travels through my mind. I mentally shake my head but the images aren’t disappearing. Deep indents on his asscheeks from my manicured nails, choking him while I’m riding him, pulling his hair hard. I wonder if he’d ever let me use a whip on him? I try it out by pushing him and Jagger catches my wrists.
Jagger pushes me back down on the mat and I cock my brow because he knows that I’m letting this happen. Jagger pins my wrists over my head with one hand and I can’t see a damn thing past the lust. All my blood has drained from my brain to my pulsing clit. Everyone assumes that men are the only ones who lose their train of thought when it comes to sex, but no. We women do too. Especially me. I forget everything else when there’s pain involved. I want it to happen. Jagger knows what I'm asking him to do. He grabs my chin and doesn’t stop leaning in until we’re a breath away from kissing. “You act like you want to be tied up and spanked,” he says.
Fuck. I hear Oran in the background because I could never not hear his voice, but all it does is make this moment even more blissful. Jagger and I stare at each other for a good minute with no words exchanged. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Cuidado,”he tells me and my nipples perk up at that. He’s found one of my weaknesses, speaking to me in Spanish. That shit is so sexy to me. I narrow my eyes at him, wondering how he knew. Jagger bites the air between us and he grinds his covered dick against me and then pushes off me. I want to swing but I don’t do anything. We look at each other longer than we need to. If we fight, we’re going to end up fucking because that’s how intense it is right now. Jagger stands and backs away from me.
I shut my eyes, trying to calm my horny self down because this is not okay. When I open them, Oran is walking towards me. I stand up and try to busy myself with rolling my mat but that’s a huge mistake because Oran wraps his arm around my midsection and I squeal. Oran and I don’t make it far into the hall before he slams me against the wall. Oran snatches my yoga shorts off and I remove my sports bra. He takes his shirt off and he pulls his shorts and boxers down. Neither of us say much as Oran lifts me up against the wall. He slips inside of me so roughly that I gasp loudly. I throw my head back, not able to control my moans. “Oh God…” Oran’s roughness with me must be a mixture of build up from Jagger and now him. I can’t take this right now but I love it.
I let Oran use me like a fucking rag doll and my world seems so right. I right my head and kiss him hard. I don’t even care if Jagger or Karessa can hear us. It’s been established that so much is on the table. Fuck. Me. Hard. Oran groans in my mouth and pulls away. He sucks on my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re horny. I love it. Look at Jagger and tell him thank you for getting you wet for me,” Oran says.
I turn my head and focus again, Both Jagger and Karessa are in their own sex haze on the floor but when Jagger hears his name, he looks up into my eyes while Oran fucks me. “Thank you, Jagger,” I moan and there’s a look in Jagger’s eyes. Karessa moans from the intense way he’s fucking her.
Jagger smirks. “You’re welcome.” He winks at me and we both break eye contact as Oran flicks my clit. I throw my head back as I cum but Oran is nowhere near finished. The tables have officially turned, in the best possible way.
ORAN
Our wives have decided to go out for drinks today since Ainslee’s tours were officially done yesterday. I watch as Jagger’s phone goes off once more. “Who the fuck are you texting that much?” I ask.
Jagger looks at me like I’m dumb. “My wife, who the fuck else? It’s not my fault you don’t like texting yours,” he taunts.
I flip him the finger and laugh. “I feel like I’m over here blowing up some random girl’s phone, like it’s not my wife. That little asshole. We just talked about communication. She’s really not texting me back, as if I didn’t blow her fucking back out this morning. What am I, a fucking sex doll?” I scoff in disbelief.
