A sticky beer pong ball bounced off the rim of your cup as Jay sidled up to you at the frat house kitchen island, his expression a mix of curiosity and poorly concealed hope. "So, uh, heard a thing," he started, leaning in conspiratorially over a half-eaten bag of chips. "Word is you and Chloe... you know. Operate as a package deal." He waggled his eyebrows, which was somehow both ridiculous and endearing.
You shared a look with Chloe, who was refilling her cup with suspicious-looking punch. She smirked. "Package deal? Jay, are you applying for a position?" she asked, her tone dry. "Because the last guy who 'applied' spent twenty minutes talking about his crypto portfolio before he passed out in the bathtub." Jay's confident grin faltered for a second. "I have zero crypto," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "And I promise my bathtub-passing-out days are behind me. Mostly."
Twenty minutes later, the three of you were in his surprisingly tidy bedroom, the door locked against the party noise.
You sat on the edge of the bed, Chloe perched beside you, as Jay stood before you both, shedding his shirt. He looked from you to Chloe, his gaze appreciative and warm. "So," he said, his voice low. "How do you want to do this?" It was Chloe who answered first, leaning over to capture your lips in a soft, practised kiss. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, the familiar taste of punch and mint making you sigh. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark. "We start together," she murmured.
Jay watched, his breathing already heavier, before he moved. He knelt on the floor in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs to push your skirt up around your hips. At the same time, Chloe’s fingers worked at the buttons of your blouse, exposing your chest. Their attentions were a synchronised, overwhelming assault. Jay’s mouth found the centre of your need through your underwear, his tongue a hot, wet pressure, while Chloe took a nipple into her mouth, sucking and grazing it with her teeth. You cried out, your head falling back as pleasure sparked through you from two points at once.
Chloe pulled back, her lips glistening. "My turn," she said to Jay, a wicked smile on her face. She pushed you gently back onto the mattress and straddled your face, lowering herself onto your mouth without hesitation. You licked into her, tasting her sharp, clean arousal as Jay moved up the bed. You felt the bed dip, then the pressure of him entering you from behind, filling you. The room dissolved into a tangle of limbs and shared gasps. Chloe rocked against your mouth, her moans vibrating through you, each one timed with Jay’s deep, steady thrusts.
You lost track of who was touching where. A hand—you weren’t sure whose—slid between your bodies to circle your clit, the touch perfectly in rhythm with the movements rocking you. Jay’s pace increased, his grip on your hips tightening, and you felt Chloe’s thighs begin to tremble around your ears. Her climax hit her silently, a tight, pulsing wave against your tongue, and that sensation tipped you over the edge. Your own release tore through you, clenching around Jay, who groaned and followed, his body shuddering against your back. For a long moment, the only sounds were ragged breathing and the distant bass from the party below.
Chloe moved first. Sliding down the bed, she settled between your legs, her hands spreading you open. She didn’t use her mouth this time. Instead, she looked up at Jay, her expression a clear challenge. “Your turn to watch,” she said softly. Then she lowered her head, and her tongue began a slow, torturous exploration, licking broad, flat strokes that made you arch off the bed. Jay groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest. He pushed himself up, kneeling beside you, his eyes fixed on where Chloe’s mouth worked on you. His own hand went to his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watched her bring you to the edge and then back down, denying you your finish with a cruel, expert ease.
“Fuck,” Jay breathed, the word strained. He leaned over you, his body casting a shadow. “I need to be in her mouth.” It wasn’t a request, Chloe understood immediately. She pulled away, leaving you throbbing and empty, and turned her head towards him. He guided himself to her lips, and she took him in, her mouth stretching around his girth. The visual was devastating—Chloe on her knees between your legs, Jay kneeling over you, feeding his cock into her hungry mouth. The wet, sucking sounds filled the room. You reached for yourself, desperate for relief, but Jay’s hand shot out and caught your wrist, pinning it to the mattress above your head. “No,” he said, his voice thick. “You wait for us.”
He began to move in Chloe’s mouth, a slow, deep rhythm. Her eyes were closed in concentration, one of her hands coming up to cup his balls. With her other hand, she reached back for you, her fingers finding your soaked entrance and pushing two inside with a ruthless, curling thrust. You cried out, the dual sensation of watching Jay fuck her face and feeling her fingers piston inside you driving you wild. The coil in your belly tightened beyond bearing. Jay’s thrusts into her mouth became faster, less controlled. With a guttural shout, he pulled himself free, his release striping across your stomach and breasts in hot, sudden spurts. The sight of it, the sheer carnality, was the final trigger. Your orgasm ripped through you, clamping down on Chloe’s driving fingers, your back bowing off the bed in a silent scream.
In the aftermath, Chloe crawled up your body, ignoring the mess, and kissed you deeply, letting you taste her and a hint of Jay on her tongue. She then turned her head and licked a stripe through the cooling come on your sternum, her eyes locked on Jay’s as she did it. He watched, utterly captivated, his chest heaving. He lowered himself down, his body sliding through the slickness between you, and captured Chloe’s mouth in a kiss, sharing the taste of all three of you.
The kiss between Jay and Chloe broke slowly, a thread of saliva connecting their lips for a second before it snapped. Jay rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. He then turned his head, his mouth finding the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “Still with us?” he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your neck. You could only manage a weak nod, your entire body humming and oversensitive.
Chloe slid off the bed, her movements fluid. She returned from the adjoining bathroom with a warm, damp washcloth. Instead of handing it over, she began cleaning you herself, her touch surprisingly tender as she wiped the evidence of Jay’s release from your skin. Jay watched her, his eyes dark and intent. When she was done, she dropped the cloth on the floor and climbed back onto the mattress, but she didn’t lie down. She straddled Jay’s hips, her back to you, and took his softness into her hand, stroking him slowly back to full, aching hardness. He hissed through his teeth, his hands coming to rest on her waist.
You pushed yourself up, your body aching in the best way. You pressed a kiss to the knobs of Chloe’s spine, then leaned over her shoulder to watch your own hand join hers around Jay’s length. Your fingers intertwined with Chloe’s as you both worked him, a silent, slick collaboration. Jay’s head fell back, a muscle jumping in his jaw. His hands tightened on Chloe’s hips, his fingers digging in, urging her to move. She understood, rising on her knees and positioning herself above him. She sank onto him with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, taking him all the way in with a deep, satisfied sigh. You kept your hand where it was, your fingers now pressed against the place where their bodies joined, feeling the incredible heat and the slide of him inside her with every movement she made.
You felt the slick, rhythmic push of Jay moving deep within Chloe, the sensation vibrating through your fingertips. You leaned closer, your breath hot on Chloe's shoulder, and began to kiss and lick a trail up the side of her neck. She tilted her head, giving you better access, a low moan escaping her as you nipped at her earlobe. Jay’s eyes were locked on the two of you, his gaze feverish. One of his hands left Chloe’s hip and snaked around to find your breast, his thumb rubbing rough circles over your nipple.
The pace quickened. Chloe rode him with increasing fervor, her body slapping against his. You moved your hand, slipping it between her legs from behind to stroke her clit in time with their thrusts. She gasped, her inner muscles clamping down on Jay, who groaned and bucked his hips up to meet her. The room was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, ragged breathing, and the headboard tapping a steady beat against the wall. You felt Chloe’s climax begin to gather, a trembling tension coiling through her body. You pressed harder, faster, and with a sharp cry, she came, shuddering around Jay’s length.
Her orgasm triggered his. He held her hips down, burying himself to the hilt as he pulsed inside her, his release muffled by a choked-off shout. For a long moment, the three of you were frozen in that connected tableau—Chloe impaled and trembling, Jay throbbing within her, your hand still pressed against her. Slowly, the tension bled away. Chloe collapsed forward onto Jay’s chest, and you let your forehead rest against her sweaty back, your arm draped over them both. The only movement was the frantic rise and fall of their chests beneath you.
Jay’s hand, still resting on your breast, gave a final, absent squeeze before sliding away to wrap around Chloe’s back, holding her close against him. You felt the shift as he softened and slipped out of her, a warm wetness trickling between their joined bodies.
You shifted, lying down properly beside them, your head on the same pillow as Chloe’s. She turned her face towards you, her eyes heavy-lidded. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed you, a slow, deep, languid kiss that tasted of salt and exhaustion and something sweetly, indefinably shared. Jay watched, his expression soft. When the kiss broke, he reached out and brushed his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip.
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You heard the key in the lock, the familiar heavy click of the front door. The clock on the mantle ticked past eleven. You were curled on the sofa, scrolling through your phone leisurely, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white button-up from your earlier outing with your girls. The foyer light spilled into the living room, and there he was—Jay, your husband, shrugging off his suit jacket, his tie already loose. You looked up from your screen, a warm smile on your face. “Hey, you’re home late. How was the client dinner? Did the deal go through?” you asked, your voice gentle.
He stood in the doorway, his eyes drinking you in. He didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed the room in three quick strides, his hands, large and warm, settled on your waist, and lifted you like you were made of air. Your own hands flew to his shoulders, the hard muscle beneath his crisp white shirt, as he brought his mouth to yours.
“Jay—the dinner—” you started, but your words were cut off. The kiss was feverish, desperate, tasting of the bourbon he had clearly drank earlier and impatience from the other clients. It stole the breath from your lungs. Jay walked you backward, your bodies sealed together, until your back met the cool plaster of the wall by the stairs.
His mouth left yours to blaze a trail down your throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin where your pulse hammered. “Thought about you all through that damn dinner,” he murmured, the words a hot vibration against your neck. His fingers found the flimsy buttons of your tops, undoing them hastily. Your body shivered from the sudden exposure to the cold as Jay’s mouth closed over your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before drawing it deep. A sharp, sweet shock went straight to your core, and you gasped, your fingers clutching at his hair.
You felt him fumbling with the button of your jeans, his movements rushed and clumsy. The denim was tight, and he gave a low, frustrated growl against your skin before managing to pop it open. The zipper rasped down, and his hand slid inside, palming you through the thin cotton of your panties. “So wet for me already,” Jay muttered, the words thick with want. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic, finding you slick and ready, and he let out a shuddering breath. “Couldn’t focus on a single word anyone said.”
He didn’t wait. He pushed your jeans and panties down your hips in one rough motion, letting them pool around your ankles. He freed himself from his own trousers, his length springing free, heavy and flushed. He lifted you higher against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. With one guiding hand, he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside, a deep, stretching fill that made you cry out, the sound echoing softly in the stairwell. He held there for a second, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath coming in hot gusts.
Then he began to move, a hard, driving rhythm that had your shoulders scraping against the plaster with every thrust. Jay’s mouth found yours again, swallowing your whimpers and moans. One of his hands braced against the wall, the other gripping your hip, his fingers digging in as he drove into you, over and over. The world dissolved into the scent of his sweat, and your arousal, the sound of skin meeting skin, and the desperate, hungry look in his dark eyes, fixed solely on you.
The pace was relentless, each thrust a deliberate punctuation to the silent, desperate need that had driven him home. Your fingers scrabbled against his back, clutching the fine cotton of his shirt, feeling the powerful flex of muscle beneath. He shifted his angle slightly, and a choked sob escaped you as he hit a spot deep inside that sent sparks shooting behind your eyelids. "That's it," he rasped, his voice gravelly against your ear. "Let me hear you."
His hand left your hip, sliding between your bodies. His thumb found your clit, circling with a pressure that was perfectly insistent, perfectly cruel in its timing. Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, your cries coming in broken gasps. He was murmuring against your skin, a stream of filthy, possessive praise that was half-groan. "Mine. All night, all I wanted... was this." His thrusts grew shorter, harder, his body tensing. The coil inside you snapped, pleasure detonating through your veins in a white-hot wave that left you trembling and clenching around him. With a final, guttural groan, Jay buried himself deep, his own release pulsing into you as he held you pinned against the wall, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.
For a long moment, the only sounds were both of your ragged breaths in the quiet hallway. Slowly, carefully, he eased you down until your feet found the floor. Your legs were still wobbly, but his arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you close. He nuzzled his nose against your temple, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "Sorry about the buttons," he mumbled, his voice thick and soft. You looked down to see that the top few buttons of your blouse were indeed missing, popped off and lost somewhere on the floor.
A little laugh bubbled out of you, "It's okay, babe. I have a sewing kit." You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, your arms looping around his neck. He was still mostly dressed, his suit trousers around his ankles, his shirt rumpled and damp with sweat. You were in a similar state of disarray.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. "The dinner was boring. The deal is fine. The only thing that mattered was getting back here." He finally replied, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. “The only part of the night that mattered was right here.”
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Jay is your boyfriend. You haven't seen each other for a few months because of his busy schedule, but every day he masturbates while looking at your photos.
