33. Postcoital Joke
Chapter thirty-three
Postcoital Joke
Sal
I push open the bedroom door, my heart racing with anticipation. The sight before me steals my breath… Haze is curled protectively around Albany, her silver hair spilling across his chest. The room reeks of sex-soaked in sanctification. My chest swells with triumph.
"Beautiful," I whisper, unable to contain my smile. Albany's violet eyes flutter open at the sound of my voice, a lazy grin spreading across her face. Haze's arm tightens around her instinctively, even in sleep.
This is everything I've wanted… My strong, commanding Haze is finally opening himself to love again, and our sweet Albany is bringing light back into his world. Into our world. The way they fit together, dark and light, hard and soft, makes my heart sing.
I shrug off my jacket and approach the bed. Albany reaches for me with her free hand, and I take it, pressing a kiss to her palm. Haze stirs, his blue eyes opening to find mine. Instead of guilt or shame, I see peace in his gaze. Finally, finally, he's let go of his self-inflicted misery.
"Come to bed," Haze murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. He lifts the covers in invitation, and I slide in behind Albany, sandwiching her between us. She sighs contentedly as I press a kiss to her shoulder.
This is home. This is right. This is everything we were meant to be.
The gifts downstairs can wait.
Albany snuggles between us, but it isn't long before she hitches a leg over Haze. And then she grabs my hand and puts it between her legs. Haze props his upper body up on his elbow. "Are you sure?" he asks Albany.
"We can wait, little dove." Haze raises an eyebrow at the endearment. "If you're sore from last night."
"Oh, no one's going in there. You worked her over good last night." Albany glances down as she rolls over and faces me. "But I am starving, Sal." She reaches under the covers and unzips my pants. "What do you think about letting Haze fuck my mouth with your dick?"
My breath catches, a groan rumbling deep in my chest as I shuck off my pants. The thought of Haze controlling her, using my cock to pleasure her mouth, sends a jolt of desire straight to my groin. I'm rock-hard in an instant, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers.
Albany's violet eyes sparkle with mischief and hunger. She licks her lips, a slow, deliberate movement that has me throbbing with need. "I want to taste you, Sal. I want Haze to feed me your cock. I want to watch him take you as I swallow you."
Haze growls, a low, primal sound that vibrates through the room. He sits up, his muscles flexing as he moves. "You want to be our good little slut, don't you, Albany?" he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation.
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, I want to be your good little slut. I want you both to use me, to fuck me, to make me yours."
I can't take it anymore. I push my boxers down, freeing my cock. Albany's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me, hard and ready for her. Haze moves behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he positions her on her knees.
"Open wide, little dove," Haze commands, his voice dark and dominant. Albany complies, her mouth opening as she leans forward. Haze guides my cock to her lips, his hand wrapping around the base.
The first touch of her tongue sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. I groan, my hips jerking involuntarily. Haze holds me steady, his grip tight as he begins to fuck her mouth with my cock. He leans over me and whispers in my ear, commanding me, "You're not allowed to come until I say."
I swallow hard, my eyes rolling back as Albany's hot mouth slides down until she gags. "Grab her hair in both hands," Haze directs.
Albany moans around me, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy up my shaft. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tipping back to allow my cock deeper down her throat. I hear him spit in his hand. He slaps my ass hard, then rubs it as he slides a wet finger into my asshole. My fingers spasm, twisting hard into Albany's hair as I slide deep into her throat. Haze tuts as she chokes. He slides his finger out. "Now, now, Sal," he scolds. "You're going to need more control than this. If you damage her palate, you'll lose your mouth fucking rights before we've even begun."
I swallow hard, pulling back. The action sinks my ass deeper onto Haze’s finger. Albany gasps for breath. I let go of her hair and run my thumbs gently under her eyes. Haze reaches around and grabs my hand, putting my thumb in his mouth to suck her tears off. Albany draws in another deep breath, pulling the air from around my cock as she watches him feast on her bodily fluids as he swirls his tongue around my digit.
This kind of torture is more exquisite than I ever imagined. Haze lets go of my hand and wraps his around my throat, pulling me back before biting my neck. When he lets go with his teeth, he sucks hard on the spot he bit. "Fuck her mouth right, or you'll not come at all. Not in her mouth, not in your hand, and certainly not inside of me."
Oh, God. Haze slaps my other cheek, rubbing it vigorously as he inserts a second finger into my ass. My cock twitches against Albany's teeth as I grunt. My balls are so tight it's all I can do not to come as Haze begins fucking my hole with his long, tapered fingers. The only thing saving me from drowning Albany in a river of cum is my desperation to have his thick cock plunge hard into my ass.
If I hadn't seen Haze's face earlier, I might think he was punishing me.
He works my ass as I quiver, waiting for his permission to sink into her mouth again.
And then he withdraws his fingers. "Ready, little dove?" I whisper, caressing her cheek before winding my fingers through a handful of silver.
She nods, reaching for my hips.
"No," Haze barks. "Hands behind your back," he demands. Her eyes widen, but she complies, reaching behind her back and lacing her fingers together.
He's left her completely at my mercy.
At his mercy.
He reaches around. Albany draws back, repositioning herself by slightly widening her knees for balance, and Haze grips my cock, coating his hand in her saliva before reaching back and stroking himself. She opens her mouth.
The way she reads him… it's so hot. It's all I can do not to spurt all over the sheets. Haze spreads my cheeks, plunging into the hilt. My dick slides over Albany's velvet tongue and down her throat. I groan as she swallows, clamping down on my head as Haze pulls back.
We find a rhythm quickly. Haze’s grunts fill the room. His fingers dig into my hips as he slides in and out of me in a steady rhythm, slowing every few strokes just long enough for me to draw back and allow Albany a gasping breath.
Sweat runs down my chest as my balls draw up so tight it hurts. Pleasure curls and spirals through my body, and my teeth are clenched so hard I can't make a sound. Every grunt and gag in the room belongs to Haze and Albany. My eyes are locked on her flushed throat and chest, on the way her breasts ripple and bounce with each thrust, her nipples the rosiest I've ever seen them.
My gaze skates lower. A groan I've never heard rumbles out of my chest as I spot the shine of her slick dripping down her thighs. "Fuck, Haze. She's so wet I can smell it."
And I can. Smokey blackberries tangle with the heated whiskey and cherries emanating from Haze's body. Haze's thrusts are becoming more erratic. Albany moans around my cock.
"Now, Sal," he grunts. I explode, my eyes locked on Albany as she swallows me down. Haze's shaft ripples as hot jets of release enter my body, replacing what I've just unloaded down Albany's throat.
I let go of her hair and hook my hands under her arms, pulling her up to my chest before I fall to the bed, bouncing as Haze falls beside me.
"I'm going to need a bigger shower," Haze groans into a pillow.
"You're going to need a bigger everything." Albany smirks into my shoulder.
Haze grabs my shoulder and hauls himself up on an elbow. "Just want to clarify we're still talking about my…house."
Albany throws her hands up, squealing as Haze thwacks her lightly with his pillow. "If you say so," she squeals.
“Why don’t you two go shower, and I’ll make breakfast?” I offer. A light sheen of sweat breaks out on my brow. I need to hide the inedible items I brought. Now isn’t the time. Right now, we need scrambled eggs as fluffy as morning sunshine and post-orgasmic lazy mornings.
Haze gets up and pads to the bathroom, shaking his head as four eyes laser in on the ass he knows is well-honed perfection.
Albany’s hand skates across the sheets and then grips mine. “I think it’s gonna work out, Sal.”
I tug on her hand, and she lets me pull her close enough that I can hook my hands into her armpits and drag her on top of me. Her breasts and bare belly lay across my chest. I kiss her on the forehead, loving the way her weight settles atop me. “I agree. And I couldn’t be fucking happier.”
“We sound like one of those what do you get jokes,” she muses. The sound of the shower comes out from the half-open door.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You know, like what do you get when a capital investment broker slash basketball team owner, a chocolatier, and a cam girl get together?” She twirls a finger down my chest.
“That one’s easy,” I chuckle, tapping the end of her nose. “The rest of our fucking lives, little dove. The answer is the rest of our fucking lives.”
The End