Chapter Thirteen
The suite was quiet.
Xavier straightened up from between her thighs and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, his breathing already evening out, composure reassembling itself almost instantly. He ran a hand across his jaw once, looked down at Claire still spread across the bed, then looked at Jason in the chair.
"Come kiss your wife," he said. Flat and certain, like the outcome was already decided.
Jason looked at Claire. She was still on her back, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, Xavier's cum streaked across her stomach, her tits, her chin, her lips. She hadn't moved to wipe any of it away.
Xavier crossed toward the bathroom without waiting to see what Jason would do. The door clicked shut behind him. A moment later the shower started running.
Jason stood from the chair on shaky legs. His own cum was still cooling on his stomach and chest as he crossed the room toward his wife.
He stopped at the edge of the bed.
Claire looked up at him, eyes glassy, Xavier's cum still wet on her lips and chin. She didn't speak. She didn't reach for him. She simply held his gaze and waited, looking every bit the well-fucked slut she had become.
Jason leaned down and kissed her.
The taste hit him instantly, salty, thick, and unmistakably another man's.
Xavier's cum coated her lips, and the filthy reality of it made Jason's head spin.
Instead of pulling away, he groaned and kissed her harder, licking into her mouth, tasting the evidence of what had just happened.
His cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately.
Claire moaned softly into his mouth and kissed him back with raw hunger.
Her hand slid down her own body, fingers dragging through the warm streaks of Xavier's cum on her stomach and chest. She gathered some on her fingertips, then brought them to her lips, coating them between kisses. Her boss’s cum passed between them naturally as they made out, deep and messy and without any pretense of restraint.
Jason groaned deeply. He needed to be inside her. Right now.
Jason stripped off his shirt, his own cum smearing against the fabric as he pulled it over his head, and climbed onto the bed over her.
Claire reached for him immediately, pulling him down into her, and he felt it the moment their bodies met, Xavier's cum still slick across her stomach and chest, warm and wet between them as he pressed himself against her.
The obscenity of it sent a fresh pulse through his cock that he felt everywhere.
He reached between them and lined himself up. She was soaked, stretched, slippery with everything that had already happened tonight, and he slid inside her in one slow stroke.
They both went still for a moment.
Her eyes found his. His found hers.
He started to move.
It was nothing like what they had just watched.
No commands, no questions, no audience. Just the two of them, their bodies sliding together in the mess of the night, Xavier's cum working between them with every movement, slick and filthy and completely unavoidable.
Jason buried his face against her neck and felt her arms wrap around his back and pull him closer, deeper, and something cracked open between them that had nothing to do with Xavier at all.
"I love you," she said against his ear. Quiet. Certain.
"I love you," he said back. And meant it more than he ever had.
He kept moving, slow and deep, his eyes finding hers again, holding there. She held his gaze without looking away, her hands moving up his back, her hips rising to meet every thrust. The shower was still running somewhere behind the bathroom door and neither of them acknowledged it.
He felt himself getting close. Felt her getting close beneath him.
And then, before he could stop himself, before the reasonable part of him could catch up to the part that was already saying it, the words came out.
"Tell me you want to keep fucking your boss."
She looked at him. Her eyes wide, her breath catching.
He kept moving inside her, his voice dropping lower. "Tell me."
"Oh fuck…I want to keep fucking my boss," she breathed, her hips pushing up harder against him. "Yes…fuck….yes…I want to keep fucking Xavier."
Jason groaned, his whole body shuddering, and came hard inside her, feeling her pussy pulse around him at the same moment, both of them cumming together, her nails dragging down his back, his forehead dropping to hers, her voice still soft in his ear.
They shook together, tangled and breathless, Xavier's cum slick between their skin, the shower still running behind the closed door, and they held each other and said I love you until the words were the only thing left in the room.
They heard the shower cut off.
Neither of them spoke. Claire sat up from the bed and reached for the hand towel on the nightstand, wiping herself down as best she could. But the micro skirt was already stained and her blazer would only cover so much.
Jason cleaned himself up and pulled his shirt back on. He glanced at the end table in the corner, the bourbon glass still sitting exactly where Xavier had left it, untouched all night. He picked up Claire's hand instead.
She squeezed it once.
They left before Xavier came out of the bathroom.
The hallway was quiet, the same hallway they had walked down a few hours ago as three, now just the two of them. Jason kept her hand in his.
In the elevator Claire caught her own reflection in the mirrored doors.
Blazer open, Velour bra on full display, the micro skirt stained and barely covering anything, her hair loose around her face.
A piece of her was still up there, folded in Xavier's pocket, and she felt the absence of it with every step.
Jason watched her look at herself and thought about that night on the rooftop. He hadn't known then what he was starting.
The doors opened into the lobby.
They walked out together, his hand in hers, and heads turned. A man near the bar looked up from his drink and didn't look away. Two men by the entrance clocked her and said something quiet to each other. A woman at the front desk glanced up and then back down again.
Claire felt every set of eyes and kept walking, her chin level, her heels steady on the marble floor, her hand tight in Jason's.
Jason squeezed her hand and watched the room turn toward her, feeling exactly what he'd always wanted to feel.
They walked into the night hand in hand, the same couple who had left a rooftop party months ago, and yet nothing like them at all.