Page 25 of Losers, Part II
“You’re in for a good time, then,” Lucas said, his head resting on Manson’s legs as he lay on the floor. “Manson didn’t let her come earlier.”
When I looked back at Jess, she gave me a smile that made my stomach turn to jelly before she disappeared down the hallway. I glanced over at Jason, but he was too busy staring at her ass to notice. We followed her to the primary bathroom, and she turned the shower on, the heat quickly steaming up the glass.
We stripped down and stepped in. Dirt and sweat washed away as we soaped each other up, our skin slippery as we teased with lingering touches and long kisses.
“I think Manson needs to call you a demon instead of an angel,” I said, as Jess ran her fingers through her wet hair. “Because this water is so hot, you’re going to scald my skin off.”
She laughed, reaching for me and drawing me into the stream so she could kiss me. “Suffer for me,” she whispered against my lips, and fuck it, the shower was done. I picked her up, wet, dripping, and giggling in my arms, and Jason turned off the water as I pushed open the shower door.
Carrying her to the bed, I dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress.
“I’m all wet!” She tried to protest, but I climbed on top of her, giving her a kiss that was slow and tender and made all the tension go out of her limbs.
“I don’t care if you’re wet,” I said. “I don’t care if you’re dirty or clean, or what you’re wearing or not wearing. You’re fucking beautiful and I can’t keep my hands off you.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it lightly as she kissed me. Suddenly, she gasped into my mouth, her body rising up toward me. Pausing, I glanced back and found Jason rubbing her feet. He moved his thumbs carefully, massaging her heel and arch before he took her toes into his mouth and sucked.
She gasped again, softer this time, and her eyes widened at the new stimulation.
“That feels good,” she said. She giggled a little, clearly surprised that she liked it. “No one has ever sucked my toes before.”
“Then they’ve been missing out,” Jason said. His lips and tongue were fantastically skilled, and as he enjoyed her feet, I caressed my fingers over the rest of her.
She shivered with pleasure, leaning into my hand. She kept her fingers tangled in my hair, her grip tightening when she gasped. I’d rolled a few joints earlier, and I grabbed one of them from the bedside table along with my lighter.
“Do you want to smoke?” I said. “You don’t have to. No pressure, baby.”
She nodded, her head on the pillows as Jason worshiped her feet.
“I want to,” she said, sighing softly as she relaxed. I lit up the joint, the skunky scent wafting around the room.
Jess sat up, her gaze softening with pleasure as she watched Jason. I loved the way she looked at him. Like she longed for him, as if it turned her on to see his face. I mean, I understood. Jason was hot as hell; it turnedmeon looking at him. But it was different to watch someone else with the person you loved, to watch someone else desiring them, appreciating them, treasuring them, while also respecting the bond they had with you.
It was happiness, to put it simply. It was joyous, a celebration of who we were both together and as individuals.
A few puffs on the joint had me feeling mellow, and I passed it to Jess.
“Have you smoked before?” I said, as she took the joint between her fingers. She didn’t struggle despite her acrylic nails — evidence of experience. But I asked anyway; better to be safe than sorry.
“Of course.” She gave me a sly smile as she closed her lips around it and inhaled. “I wasn’t a very good girl in college.”
The clouds of smoke that poured from her lips made me chuckle. “Goddamn, you’re perfect.” I cupped her face, catching the smoke in my mouth and drawing it in, breathing her air like it was life itself. She was exquisite, soft and warm as I kissed her. She was a world of contrary things, all wrapped into one — a puzzle of desires. I parted from her mouth as she brought the joint to my lips, and I inhaled. She held it out to Jason next, and he leaned forward, his intense blue eyes watching her as he took a hit.
She drew us closer, irresistibly. We kissed, tongues twining, one of my hands squeezing her breast as the other tangled in Jason’s hair. Their tastes, the two of them together as one, were perfect. It was everything I wanted, a unity of sensation.
We passed the joint around, taking our time to talk and laugh as we explored each other. The other shower in the house was running, so I knew Manson and Lucas had found a way to occupy themselves. We had hours of the evening ahead of us before dinner, and I didn’t want to rush.
“Fuck, I want you,” Jason said, the words breathless. His eyes were on me as his hands roamed over her. I pulled him closer and laid him down beside Jess, moving slowly as I dragged my nails down his chest and left kisses and bites over his abdomen. She twined her fingers through his, and he laid his head on her thigh as I took his cock into my mouth.
He smelled like soap and clean skin. The taste of his flesh made me salivate, and I plunged him into my throat. His thighs tensed, the fingers of his free hand playing in my hair. He and Jess passed the joint between them, heads leaned back, eyes closed in relaxation.
I paused and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table. I got my fingers slick with it and spread Jason’s legs around me, stroking the lubrication over his ass before I carefully pushed a finger inside.
He groaned, and Jess leaned down, kissing him deeply. I probed him, finding his prostate and massaging over it. I didn’t want to heighten the stimulation too quickly. I wanted him to savor every sensation, indulge in the experience.
His cock jumped as I moved my finger. I grasped his balls, squeezing just enough to make his shuddering breath catch. He took a hit as Jess’s nails traced down his cheek, her eyes darting between watching his face and watching me.
“You’re so sexy together,” she said. She traced along the shell of his ear, toying with the neon green plugs he was wearing today. “I like watching you.”