37. Celeste
Celeste
The Goldfinches have an away game in Pennsylvania this weekend.
It’s not too far from Jersey City, so Kourtney and I took the drive to watch Jason and the boys play. We used the time to discuss the website and emailed Tim our notes.
We pull up to the hotel and spot some of the team waiting outside.
“There’re the newlyweds.” I wrap my arms around Cassidy and squeeze her tight. “How was the honeymoon?”
“It was amazing.” She side-eyes Trenton. “Aside from the little hiccup on our first day.”
Kourtney’s eyebrows press together. “What happened?”
Cassidy fights a smile. “Someone was a little sleepy after the flight.”
Trenton folds his arms over his chest. “That’s because someone gave me Tylenol PM when I said I had a headache.”
My mouth drops open. “Oh, shit.”
“I thought it was regular Tylenol.” Cassidy shrugs and flips her hair over her shoulder. “Totally not my fault.”
Trenton grumbles, and we all laugh. “Well, the pictures looked beautiful. I’m dying to go on a vacation and visit somewhere warm for a while.”
“You should totally go.” Cassidy touches my arm. “How’s the job search going?”
“Uh, well, I decided to give myself a little break before looking for a new job.” I hate lying to my friends, but it’s the only way to keep Kourtney’s secret about the website we’re creating. “I don’t really know what I want to do.”
Trenton nudges me with his shoulder. “You’ll figure it out.”
“It’s your fault, really. You had to go and fall in love and become all boring.”
He chuckles. “You want me to cause another scandal so you can be my agent again?”
“It’s the least you can do.”
Cassidy grins. “Hey, maybe I can cause a scandal this time. Spicy Romance Author Runs Naked Through Times Square. What do you think?”
I scrunch my nose. “Not scandalous enough.”
“And you’re not getting naked in front of anybody.” Trenton bends down and presses a chaste kiss to Cassidy’s nose. “Your body is for my eyes only.”
Kourtney and I exchange glances, trying not to laugh.
Trenton would never be able to do what Jason is doing.
“Okay, we’re all checked in. Room 306.” Jason strides over and hands me the key card. “You’re in charge of this. Don’t let Kourtney get a hold of it, otherwise we’ll have to pay fifty dollars to get a new one.”
Kourtney scoffs. “You act like I lose every hotel key.”
“You’ve lost seven of the last ten we’ve had, sweetheart.”
I cackle. “Seven?! Kourt, where did they all go?”
She throws up her hands. “I don’t know, okay?”
Jason grins as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her in for a kiss. “It’s okay, agápi mou. I still love you.”
Cassidy sighs. “I love when he speaks Greek to her.”
Trenton arches a brow. “You want me to learn a foreign language for you? I’ll do it.”
She snakes her arm around his waist. “Will you talk dirty to me in another language?”
“I’ll talk dirty to you in every language.”
I make a gagging sound. “The four of you are making my stomach turn with all this cutesy married couple bullshit. Don’t you have a game to get ready for?”
“Yes, you guys should get going.” Cassidy stretches onto her toes and kisses Trenton. “Good luck, baby.”
Jason kisses Kourtney. Then he turns toward me and leans in.
I jerk back, and Jason freezes as his eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s doing.
With Trenton and Cassidy watching us, I have to play this off somehow. So, I let out a laugh that definitely sounds high-pitched and awkward, and not at all like my real laugh, and I plant a kiss on Jason’s cheek. “Have a good game.”
I turn and do the same to Trenton, trying to make Jason’s kiss not look so weird, but as I’m doing it, I realize it looks even weirder that I’m going around kissing people on their cheeks.
Then I spin around and make a beeline for the elevators.
Fuck, Jason almost kissed me in front of our friends.
Kourtney keeps Cassidy talking about her honeymoon while we ride up to our floor. We say goodbye and head to our rooms to get ready for the game, and Kourtney and I don’t speak a word until we get inside the safety of our hotel room.
“God, that was a close one.” I exhale and press my back against the door as it closes.
“I don’t think they noticed anything.” Kourtney clasps my hand. “Try not to worry too much about it.”
“I hope they—” My eyes dart around the room. “Uh, Kourt? Where’s the second bed?”
She glances over her shoulder, and her eyes land on one king-size bed. “I don’t know. I booked a room with two queens.”
I let out a frustrated grunt. “I’ll call the lobby and see what happened.”
“I’ll text Cassidy and tell her that we’ll meet her at her room in an hour so she doesn’t come by and see one bed.”
“Good idea.” I bounce onto the edge of the mattress and dial zero for the lobby’s reception desk. “Hi, I’m in room 306, and it seems there’s been a mistake. There’s only one king-size bed in here, but I booked a room with two queens.”
“Let me check the computer. Give me one moment.” The woman on the other line pauses. “It looks like your husband asked for an upgrade when he checked in, and the only room we had available was with one king-size bed.”
“Thank you for checking.” I clench my jaw and shoot a glare at Kourtney. “My husband failed to mention that to me. Do you have any other rooms with a single bed available?”
“No, I’m sorry. We’re all booked due to the game tonight.”
“Of course. Okay, thank you. I appreciate your time.” I slam the receiver down. “Jason upgraded the room. He did this on purpose.”
Kourtney bites her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Celeste. I think he just wanted us to be together tonight. It would be kind of silly to have you sleep in a separate bed, especially if we’re filming tonight, right?”
I roll my eyes and take out my cell phone.
“What are you doing now?” she asks.
“I’m Googling the Greek word for asshole.”
“Turn on the lamp on your nightstand.”
Kourtney reaches out and switches on the light. “How’s that?”
Jason glances at his phone and nods. “Perfect.”
“Can you get everything in the shot?” I ask. “You know, like how there’s only one bed instead of two in this room?”
Jason chuckles. “You noticed, huh?”
“Yeah, I fucking noticed.” I arch a brow. “You think you’re pretty slick, don’t you, boss man?”
“I have my moments.”
“Well, I learned a new word today: Vlakas.”
His head tilts back as he laughs. “I’m an idiotic ass?”
My eyes narrow as I step closer to him. “I think you’re a major vlakas.”
Amusement glistens in his eyes. “I’ll teach you another: Na sa gamiso tora.”
“What does that mean?”
He tips my chin and speaks against my lips. “It means I’m going to fuck you now.”
My body shivers with anticipation. I wish I could say that I didn’t like arguing with him, but the back and forth of our banter only turns me on more.
Kourtney crawls across the bed and tugs on my hand. “Let’s get started.”
Jason adjusts his phone on the tripod and nods. “I’m hitting record. Start whenever you’re ready.”
Kourtney’s idea for this second video is for her to ride Jason’s dick while I ride his face. But she wants the three of us to start out in bed together, letting the natural progression of things to lead us to her final plan.
I almost wish she’d script the entire thing from start to finish. It feels too real like this, kissing and vibing off of one another, letting our desires take the reins. Once her lips are on mine, once Jason’s hands are on my body, I succumb to the moment, powerless to the pleasure they bring.
Kourtney and I are facing each other, lying in her and Jason’s hotel bed with our masks in place.
She slides her hand down my bare back and leans in to press her lips against mine.
We start off with slow, light pecks until our tongues snake out and wind around each other in a sensual, open-mouthed kiss, moaning and licking each other as we draw it out for the camera.
Jason stands behind the camera, fisting his cock in his hand while he watches. I wonder how long it’ll take him to make his way over to us.
I pull Kourtney’s thigh over mine, giving the camera—and her husband—a perfect shot of her pussy peeking out between her legs.
I smooth my hand over her ass and dip my fingers between her cheeks, sliding down until I reach the wetness seeping out of her.
I swirl it over her clit and she arches her back, moaning into my mouth.
The mattress dips as Jason slides into bed behind her, and he starts kissing her neck and her shoulder while I work my fingers between her legs. I pull back my hand and coat his dick with her arousal, pumping him in slow, firm strokes.
Jason groans, thrusting his hips into my touch.
Then he lines himself up at Kourtney’s entrance and plunges inside her.
I crawl down her body and toss her leg over my shoulder so I can lick her clit while he fucks her from behind.
I let my tongue slide down to where Jason’s cock is buried inside her.
He lets out a loud groan when he feels my tongue wrap around his base. “Fuck, keep doing that.”
He pulls himself out of Kourtney and drives back inside her while my tongue massages her and him at the same time. He does it again and again, until the two of them are about to explode. Then he pulls out and rolls onto his back.
Kourtney straddles his hips and cries out as she drops down onto his cock.
He reaches for me, and I kneel over his face with my knees on either side of his head, facing Kourtney.
His massive hands splay across my ass cheeks, spreading me open.
When I feel his warm tongue swirl over my pussy, I lose all sense.
This man’s tongue has the potential to ruin me.
Kourtney grabs my face and kisses me hard. I can only imagine how hot this must look from the camera’s angle, the both of us grinding our hips on Jason and taking what we need from him.
Kourtney’s fingers toy with my nipples, and I arch my back, pushing them closer to her while I rub myself on Jason’s face.
Kourtney leans back, planting her arms on Jason’s legs for leverage as she bounces on his cock. I take this opportunity to lean forward in a sixty-nine position so I can return my tongue to the both of them, loving the way I can feel Jason’s cock move in and out of Kourtney.
“Don’t stop licking me,” Kourtney whispers, clutching my head. “Fuck, this feels amazing.”
Jason grunts his approval underneath me, sending delicious vibrations against my skin. My clit rubs against the stubble on his chin, and I rock my hips faster.
The three of us are being fucked at the same time, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of.
Kourtney breaks first, screaming as she comes. I go over the edge right after her, locking my thighs around Jason’s head like a vice. Jason roars his release seconds later, like he was barely holding on, waiting for us to come.
Kourtney collapses onto the bed, and I roll off Jason on the other side.
We lie in the silence for a while, panting as we come back down to earth.
I get up and pull Jason’s phone off the stand. Leaning back against the headboard, I tilt the screen so we can all see it.
Kourtney smiles. “Damn, we look good.”
And I smile too, because we do. It doesn’t look fake or put on, because it isn’t. The three of us look natural together, like it’s normal for us to have sex like this.
But it’s not normal.
This is only temporary, no matter how good it feels.
This will come to an end, and we’ll go back to being just friends.
And I have to remind myself of that reality, especially when Jason tucks the both of us under each of his arms and we fall fast asleep, entangled in the sheets.