Chapter Two
For a suspended second the head of Sable’s cock still only hovered.
Then she fed it past his lips in one slow push.
Salt and heat hit his tongue. His jaw stretched around the flare and then further as she gave him more.
The weight of her settled on his tongue like something that belonged there.
Paige stayed in her chair with one leg crossed over the other, eyes fixed on the place where Sable disappeared into his mouth.
Sable held still with half her length on his tongue.
The kitchen clock ticked once. Nolan’s hands rested on his own thighs because no one had told him to touch her yet.
Spit gathered at the corners of his mouth and threatened to drip.
He breathed through his nose and tried to keep his throat soft when she pressed deeper.
The first full stretch made his eyes water on pure reflex.
She gave him another inch. His eyes watered and he blinked the wet away without pulling off.
Sable began to move. Short strokes first, wetting herself on his tongue, then longer ones that tested how far he could take her.
The head nudged the back of his tongue and then his throat.
His gag reflex fluttered. She pulled back enough for air and pushed in again, setting a pace that was not gentle and not cruel.
“Hands stay down until I say,” Sable said.
He kept them on his thighs. His fingers dug into denim hard enough to leave crescents.
Paige stood and walked a slow circle around them. Her bare feet whispered on the tile. She stopped behind Nolan and rested her palm on the back of his neck. Warm. Steady. Present. “You’re doing well. Keep your jaw loose when she goes deep. If you need air, tap her thigh twice. She’ll give it.”
Sable went deep. Nolan’s throat worked around her. She held him there for a three-count and let him off with a wet sound that filled the kitchen. Spit strung from his lower lip to her cock and broke on his chin.
“You’re getting messy,” Sable said, not unkind. “I like it.”
She wiped the head of her cock across his lips once, twice, painting him with his own spit and her precum. Then she pushed in again. Deeper. His nose pressed her pubic bone. The smell of her skin flooded him. Paige’s fingers stroked the nape of his neck in time with Sable’s thrusts.
“He’s getting hard because you’re fucking his throat,” Paige said. “You can see it from here.”
Sable glanced down his body. A smile cut across her mouth. “I see it.” She pulled free and left him panting, chin wet, eyes wet. “Hands behind your back.”
He laced his fingers at the base of his spine. The position opened his chest and made his balance depend on her grip in his hair. She took his mouth again.
When he got too eager she pulled out and made him wait with his tongue out, empty, wanting. When he sagged she pulled his hair until his posture straightened.
Sable angled and pressed. Nolan’s hips jerked despite the order to stay still.
She fucked his mouth in earnest after that. Wet sounds filled the room. The slap of skin on lips. The soft choke when she went too deep and the recovery when she let him breathe.
Paige’s breathing changed. Nolan heard the soft shift of fabric as his wife opened her own jeans enough to slide a hand inside. The knowledge that Paige was touching herself to the sight of him on his knees made his cock throb hard enough to hurt.
“Tell her what you see,” Sable said to Paige, voice rough.
“I see my husband with his mouth full of you,” Paige said. “I see spit on his shirt. I see him trying not to hump the air. I see you being generous and mean in the right mix.”
Sable pulled free again and left him open-mouthed, breathing hard. She stroked herself once with a spit-slick hand while she looked at him. “Stick your tongue out.”
He did. She tapped the head of her cock on it twice, then painted his tongue with the wet tip without giving him the shaft. Paige made a sound that was almost a laugh and almost a moan.
“You’re so cruel,” Paige said.
“Yeah,” Sable said. She fed him the length again in one push that made him choke and then recover. “Under the head again. Suck. Harder.”
He hollowed his cheeks. She hissed through her teeth. Paige’s hand moved faster inside her open jeans. Nolan could hear the soft wet of it now, close, intimate, his wife getting off on his work.
Sable set a harder pace. Nolan’s eyes streamed. His jaw burned. The burn felt like purpose. When she pulled back he chased without meaning to and she let him have two eager strokes before she took control again.
“Stay still,” she told him when his hips shifted. “You get what you earn.”
He locked his hips. Spit ran down his chin onto his shirt in a dark patch that spread with every stroke. Sable’s strokes shortened. Her breath went ragged. Her hand in his hair stopped being gentle and became a hold that meant she was close.
Then she stopped.
“Not yet,” Sable said. She stroked herself with a loose hand, keeping herself on the edge while he knelt and waited. “Paige. You want him to ask?”
“I want him to ask,” Paige said.
Sable set the head of her cock on Nolan’s lower lip. “Go ahead then. Ask.”
“Please,” he said. “Please come in my mouth.”
“Louder.”
“Please come in my mouth.”
She pushed in and took what she needed. The strokes turned selfish and deep. Paige’s fingers squeezed Nolan’s nape. “Swallow if she gives it to you. All of it if you can.”
Sable drove deep and held. Her cock pulsed on his tongue.
Thick heat flooded his mouth and he swallowed around her, once, twice, struggling not to lose any of it.
The volume surprised him. He worked his throat and kept sealing his lips as best he could.
A little escaped at the corner and ran down.
She kept him there through the last spasms and then eased out. A last drop sat on his lower lip.
Paige reached around and wiped the escaped mess with her thumb, then pressed the thumb into his mouth. “Clean.”
He did.
Sable leaned against the table edge, chest rising hard, sweater still on and her cock glistening and half soft against her thigh. She looked down at him with something like fondness and something like appetite that had only started.
Paige stepped in front of him still open-jeaned and guided his mouth between her legs with a hand in his hair.
“Quick. I won’t last.” He licked her in the messy, grateful way the night had left him.
She came on his tongue in a short hard shake, thighs tight, and then pulled him off with a wet sound. “Enough. Stand him up.”
“Stand up,” Sable said. “Open your jeans. Don’t touch yourself until I say.”
He stood on stiff legs. Pins and needles sparkled in his knees and then burned as blood returned. He worked the zipper down with clumsy fingers. His cock sprang free, flushed and wet at the tip, straining toward nothing, leaving a wet mark on the inside of his underwear where it had been trapped.
Sable wrapped her hand around him without ceremony and stroked once, tight and slow. The contrast after the denial made his knees soft. He locked them and breathed through his teeth.
“You held still. You swallowed. That earns you this.”
She worked him with a firm grip while Paige watched from the side, close enough that Nolan felt her breath on his shoulder. Sable’s thumb smeared over the head on every upstroke. His hips wanted to thrust and he held them by force of will.
Paige’s mouth brushed his ear. “Come when she tells you. Not before. Show her you can wait on a word.”
Sable slowed, mean, dragging him back from the edge just to prove she could. Nolan made a sound that was almost a laugh and almost a sob. She sped up again.
“Look at me,” Sable said.
He looked. Brown eyes. Flush under brown skin. Mouth parted. Long hair falling forward.
“Now come,” Sable said.
He broke with a low sound and spilled over her knuckles in thick pulses that kept coming.
She stroked him through it until he twitched and tried to fold, then let go.
Paige handed her a napkin from the table without being asked.
Sable wiped her hand and then Nolan’s stomach with the same practical care she had used on everything else.
The kitchen smelled like sex and cake sugar and takeout gone cold. Nolan’s legs shook once. Paige’s arm slid around his waist from behind before he could sway. Her chin rested on his shoulder. Her jeans were still open. He could feel the heat of her against his back.
Sable poured water into a glass at the sink and handed it to Nolan. He drank half in three swallows. The cold shocked his throat in a good way. Paige took the glass when he finished and drank from the same place, eyes on Sable over the rim.
“Tomorrow,” Sable said, looking at Paige more than at him, “I take the rest of him. If he still wants it in the morning.”
Paige’s mouth brushed Nolan’s ear. “I’ll hold you open for her. Fingers first. Then her. You’ll look at me while she fills you.”
Nolan’s spent cock gave a useless twitch at the words. Sable saw it and smiled without soft edges. She stepped in and kissed Paige once, slow, letting Nolan watch from the circle of Paige’s arms. Then she tipped Nolan’s chin and kissed him too, tasting herself on his mouth.