Kourtney #3
I shouldn’t be here. This can’t happen again.
I make it halfway to the door before Kourtney’s voice stops me in my tracks.
“Celeste, wait.”
I keep my back to her, not wanting either of them to see the regret etched on my face.
She gets up and moves toward me. Jason follows, both pairs of footsteps smacking against the floor.
Kourtney’s fingers trail down my back, stopping at the zipper on my skirt. “Don’t you want more?” I feel the tug of the zipper, the way it loosens my skirt as it opens. “Stop me if I’m wrong.”
I say nothing, and let my skirt fall to the floor.
Large hands skim up my sides, bringing the material of my shirt with them, and Jason’s gravelly voice is at my ear. “You’re ours now, kókkino.”
I lift my arms so he can tear off my top, and Kourtney steps in front of me.
Her eyes widen when they land on my nipple piercings. “Those are new.”
“You haven’t seen me naked in six years. They’re not that new.”
“I love them.” She leans forward and runs her tongue over one of them, flicking her eyes to her husband over my shoulder. “Look, baby.”
Jason steps out from behind me and lets his eyes feast on my naked body before setting his gaze on my chest. “Goddamn, Celeste.”
With Kourtney toying with my left nipple, Jason bends down and sucks my right one into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the metal bar. The sensation is overwhelming, two mouths on me at once.
Kourtney slips her hand between my thighs, coating her fingers, and brings them to her husband’s mouth.
His tongue wraps around them, and he groans as he sucks on them.
Without warning, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed.
He lays me down and spreads my legs wide, then reaches out for Kourtney.
She steps in front of him, and he guides her head between my legs.
She slides her tongue against me, flicking my clit in light, teasing circles.
Then he kneels down beside her and rolls his tongue over me at the same time.
My hips rocket off the mattress, overcome with pleasure from two warm tongues rubbing against my most sensitive spot.
It’s better than my wildest fantasy.
Their hands are everywhere, Kourtney roaming over the dips and curves of my body like an old backroad she never forgot, and Jason feeling me for the first time, learning what makes me buck and moan.
Jason pushes off the bed and lets Kourtney take over. He tears his shirt over his head and yanks off his pants the rest of the way, tossing everything to the floor. Smoothing his palm over Kourtney’s ass, he kneels behind her and gives her a firm slap.
Kourtney moans against my pussy, sending a delicious vibration throughout my body.
Jason’s eyes lock with mine. “You don’t come until I say you do.”
I arch a brow. “I’ll come whenever I damn well please.”
He reaches down and grabs a handful of Kourtney’s hair, pulling her off me. “That best friend of yours is such a stubborn woman.”
Kourtney twists around and kisses him. “Sounds like she needs to be taught a lesson.”
I laugh. “Strong words coming from you, little mouse. I like it.”
Jason bends her over again, letting her mouth return between my legs. Then he pushes his crown inside her. Kourtney grips my hips, arching her back and shoving her ass back against him.
“Eyes on me, kókkino.” Jason takes it slow, drawing himself completely out of Kourtney before pushing back in. “Watch like you wanted to the other night out on that balcony.”
I fist Kourtney’s hair as my hips lift to chase her tongue while Jason fucks her from behind.
The three of us are wrapped in pleasure, each of us racing toward our own releases yet moving as one.
Kourtney might be going down on me, but it feels like Jason is fucking me at the same time with the way his thrusts coincide with the flicks of her tongue.
She’s watching me, and I’m watching them.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I’m already so turned on from what we did to Kourtney moments ago that I can’t hold on any longer. I grip onto the back of her head and cry out as my entire body shudders.
Kourtney comes right after me, and Jason holds out until we’re both riding the aftershocks of our orgasms. He releases a primal groan as he comes, and I feel it all the way into my toes.
They collapse onto the bed beside me, and Kourtney instantly snuggles against me while Jason wraps himself around her body.
It’s too much. It’s all too much. Everything that just happened. The things we did. The things I did with a married couple—to my best friends. My mind races, and my first instinct is to jump out of bed and get out of this apartment, far away from the evidence of what transpired here tonight.
Jason’s arm reaches out, and he rests his hand on my hip, giving it a squeeze. It’s reassuring, like he’s letting me know in his silent way that he wants me to stay.
Kourtney is attached to me like a spider monkey, so I guess I’m not going anywhere at the moment.
I’ll just lay here a few more minutes until they fall asleep.