Jason #2
But she releases me with a pop and holds me at my base, flicking her eyes to Celeste.
Celeste leans down and drags her tongue over me from base to tip.
She pulls Kourtney back in and they each take a side, putting both of their mouths on me at the same time.
As one wraps her tongue around my shaft, the other sucks on my crown in short pulses.
Saliva drips down my cock, glistening off their lips as their tongues tangle.
Every now and then, they’ll stop to kiss each other passionately, as if they can’t help themselves, before returning their attention to me.
I place my palms on the backs of their heads. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, this feels too good.”
They don’t let up, panting and moaning, taking turns sucking me in and out of their mouths like a game of Russian roulette to see who I’ll spill my load into first.
Celeste lets her mouth fill with my cum, and then she yanks Kourtney by her hair, jerking her head back, and spits it into her mouth.
Kourtney swallows and licks her lips with a smile. “Damn, that was hot.”
I cup their faces in each of my hands, letting my thumb brush over the cum still glistening on their lips. “Come here.”
They sit up on their knees, and I lean down to kiss them, separately and together.
Celeste pulls back first and gets up to stop my phone from recording. She scrolls through the video, and her eyebrows lift. “This looks really good.”
“Let me see.” Kourtney jumps up and peers around Celeste’s shoulder. “Wow. We look amazing together.”
I smirk as I rise from the chair. “Nice work with the syrup.”
Celeste shoots me a wink. “I’m good at improvising.”
“I have to wash this syrup off of me.” Kourtney takes Celeste’s hand and holds her other hand out for me. “Let’s take a shower together.”
Celeste pulls back. “Eh, I think I’ll wash myself.”
“Come on,” Kourtney pouts. “Aftercare is important.”
She rolls her eyes. “We didn’t do anything crazy, Kourt. We don’t need aftercare.”
“I still think it’d be nice.” Kourtney squeezes our hands. “We should do it after every video we make.”
Celeste eyes the both of us before letting out a loud exhale. “Fine.”
“Lead the way, my love.” I press a kiss to Kourtney’s forehead, and then I bend down and toss Celeste over my shoulder.
She squeals, arms and legs flailing. “Put me down, you big brute.”
I turn my head and bite her ass in response.
Kourtney’s laughter floats down the hallway ahead of us.
“This three-way isn’t fair,” Celeste says as we step into the bathroom. “I’m outnumbered.”
“You didn’t seem to have any complaints about five minutes ago.” Kourtney twists the lever to turn on the shower. “I think you like being outnumbered.”
I flip Celeste over and set her feet on the tile. She crosses her arms over her chest and tips her chin. “That was for the camera.”
I bark out a laugh as I step under the spray of the warm water. “You keep telling yourself that.”
Kourtney tugs Celeste into the shower with her and closes the glass door behind her.
“I—” Celeste pauses as her eyes bounce around the space. “Shit, this is a nice shower.”
“Perks of marrying a pro athlete.” Kourtney tilts her head back and soaks her hair under the waterfall. “This shower system is one of my favorite things in the entire apartment.”
“I bet it is.” Celeste waggles her eyebrows as she stands in front of one of the side sprayers. “There’s water coming from every angle.”
I squirt a handful of shampoo into my palm and massage it into Kourtney’s scalp. “We’ve had some fun in here.”
“We should film a scene in here,” Kourtney says. “You think the lens will fog up?”
“We could try.” I jerk my chin in Celeste’s direction. “Grab the pouf and lather it up.”
She purses her lips. “I don’t need instructions. I know how to shower, boss man.”
I bite back a smile and rinse the shampoo out of Kourtney’s hair.
Celeste starts soaping herself up, but Kourtney steps closer to her and takes the pouf out of her hand.
Without a word, she washes Celeste’s body, swirling the soap suds over her curves.
Celeste doesn’t have a snarky remark, and I don’t make a joke to lighten the mood.
Instead, I move to stand behind Celeste and massage her head with shampoo the way I did to Kourtney.
She hums and closes her eyes, and I glance over her shoulder to meet Kourtney’s gaze.
She flashes me her sweet smile, and my heart swells with love and devotion.
She reaches up onto her toes and presses a kiss on my lips, with Celeste between us.
I wrap my arms around the both of them, holding them close.
Kourtney turns to Celeste, kissing her softly.
I expect Celeste to cut it short, to stop us from showing her affection because it isn’t part of the deal we made. The camera isn’t rolling.
But she doesn’t.
I lower my mouth to her neck, dragging my lips along her skin, and her head falls back against my chest. Kourtney moves around us until she’s behind me and starts lathering my back with soap.
My hands roam freely over Celeste’s body.
She lets out a small moan as my fingers graze her nipple piercings, and I groan as Kourtney’s hand slides around my front to lather my cock.
We’re all turned on—touching and kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. But we don’t take it further. We simply exist in this moment.
And for a split second, I wonder how we’re going to go back to the way things were when this contract is up.
Or if we have to.