Kourtney #2
Jason presses a finger against my lips, silencing me.
“I don’t want to hear what you think, or what we shouldn’t do, or whatever it is you’re trying to predict will happen.
I only want to hear what you want, so if you don’t want to go any further, then tell us right now.
Otherwise, you’re going to come home with us, and we’re going to fuck every last bit of doubt right out of you. ”
Jesus Christ.
Instead of answering with words, I open my mouth and suck Jason’s finger between my lips, wrapping my tongue around him.
“That’s what I fucking thought.” Jason guides us toward the exit. “Let’s go.”
No one says a word on the short car ride home.
I think they’re too afraid to say something that’ll make me change my mind.
I’m half-tempted to jump out of the car at the next red light, but it’s late, and I don’t feel like waiting for an Uber alone.
That and the fact that Jason’s hand grips my thigh like he can hear my thoughts.
Silence continues as we walk into their apartment building, and the elevator crawls up each floor. In the time it takes us to reach the penthouse, walk inside, and lock the door behind us, I’ve convinced myself and unconvinced myself to leave at least thirty times.
Jason’s voice finally breaks the quiet when we get into the bedroom. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for us, baby.”
Kourtney crawls onto the comforter and lies on her back, letting her knees fall apart. She’s not wearing panties, and a thin piece of pink plastic sticks out of her pussy.
Jason reaches down between Kourtney’s legs and pulls out the vibrator. Then he turns to me and holds it up, hot pink and dripping with her arousal. I can smell Kourtney’s scent, and my next breath is a shaky one as I try to keep my composure.
He tips his chin. “Open that sassy mouth, Celeste.”
I open my mouth at his command, as if my body is controlled by him the same way the vibrator was.
He places the toy on my tongue, and I close my lips around it, sucking off every last drop of Kourtney’s familiar taste.
I close my eyes and hum, relishing in the memory of her, until he releases it from my mouth with a pop.
“She’s sweet, isn’t she?”
I nod.
“But you knew that already.” Jason glances down as he runs his thumb along Kourtney’s clit while he keeps talking to me. “You’ve missed her, haven’t you?”
I nod again, biting my bottom lip.
“Taste her, Celeste,” he whispers. “Rub your tongue all over my wife’s pussy and tell me it isn’t the best you’ve ever had.”
My eyes shift to Kourtney, searching for some sign that she doesn’t want this, that this isn’t right, that she wants me to leave.
Instead, she opens her legs wider, serving herself to me as she hits me with a pleading gaze of desire and need. “Please, Celeste.”
And my restraint snaps.
Fuck it.
I lower myself on the edge of the bed and grab two handfuls of Kourtney’s plump ass before burying my face in her pussy. Her back arches as she lets out a loud moan, her hands flying to the back of my head.
Jason walks around to the other side of the mattress and kneels behind where Kourtney’s head lies, gazing down at me with those intense emerald eyes.
He palms himself over his jeans with one hand, using the other to unhook the clasp behind Kourtney’s neck, dropping the straps of her halter to reveal her breasts.
She moans again as he pinches her nipple, and her grip on my hair tightens.
I swirl my tongue over her, lapping her up from her ass to her clit in languid strokes. Both pairs of eyes are on me, and warm arousal pools between my own legs.
Jason unzips his pants and pushes them down until he’s able to free himself from his boxers and pump his length. He’s thick and long, just as I suspected.
He gazes down at his wife, running his free hand through her hair. “You’re going to come on Celeste’s face, baby. But you’re going to be choking on my cock while you do. Understand?”
Kourtney releases a breathless, “Yes,” before opening her mouth for her husband.
He positions himself above her. Then he pushes into her mouth, inch by inch, slowly, until he hits resistance. He drags himself out of her mouth before pushing inside again.
Kourtney is so wet, she’s dripping down my chin, and it only spurs me on to know how much she’s enjoying this.
Jason runs his hand over her throat, coaching her as he presses in further. “Relax your throat. Just like that. Kaló korítsi.” He smirks as he meets my gaze. “That means she’s our good girl, Celeste.”
I never thought I could be this turned on, but watching Jason fuck Kourtney’s throat while her arousal seeps into my mouth is on another level entirely.
I don’t feel like an outsider, or a third wheel.
I’m as much a part of this as they are, with Jason’s eyes on me and Kourtney’s palm at the back of my head.
We’re connected.
I love it…and I hate myself for it.
I flick my tongue faster, bringing Kourtney closer to the edge. She moans in between gags every time Jason hits the back of her throat, and her legs start to shake. She lifts her hips and holds me against her, riding my face while she rides out her orgasm.
Jason comes soon after, and he grunts his release as tears stream from the corners of Kourtney’s eyes.
She swallows after he pulls out and gasps for air, chest heaving.
Jason kneels down and swipes away her tears with his thumbs before pressing his lips to hers.
They share a tender moment, and I avert my eyes, forcing myself to stand up and walk away to give them some privacy.