Page 29 of Play Dirty

“I don’t think so,” I say, picturing Alexander back when we used to fuck her together. “He was never really into me. He was into you and me. That’s all.”

“But you’re in charge now, Jordan. You could… make him.”

Imagining Alexander sucking me off with her, at the same time… OK. Yeah. I could get on board with that. But the part that really turns me on is telling him to do it.

I scoot down a little, wanting to lie back. Augustine has my pants unbuttoned and her hands reaching in for my cock.

She grabs it. Squeezes it tight. My hips rise up automatically. Urging her to give me more.

I don’t want to fuck around, I just want to fuck. I want her to suck my dick for a couple minutes and then I want to bend her over the couch and take her the way Alexander wouldn’t.

She obviously has other ideas. Because her tongue slowly extends from between her wet lips and flicks against the tip of my head. Teasing me. Back and forth until I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and force her head down. Force her to take me inside her mouth. All the way to the back of her throat.

Augustine is a sexual being. Has always been that way. And she takes this challenge seriously. She opens up, allows me to place her as deep as I want, muscles in her throat seizing up, gag reflex engaged… but she does not pull away.

Saliva spills down her chin and pools onto my skin where my shaft meets my balls. I close my eyes, enjoying that feeling. How it drips over my balls.

And picture Alexander doing this to me instead of her.

How far would he take me in his throat? How far would he let me push him? How far would he go before he said no?

I’ve always been into men. Not all men, but some. Like Bric. Like Ixion, even though he never returned those feelings. And Alexander. I never liked him, but I did like what we did in private with Augustine. And back in LA there were many nights I fell asleep masturbating to what it would feel like to have him suck my cock.

Now I’m going to get my chance.

He’s here, not because he wants me. But because he wants her. And all those things he never wanted to do before could be the first way I challenge him.

I groan and say, “Stop,” as my hands reach out, lift the t-shirt over her head, and grab her tits so hard, she gasps. “Take off those shorts and sit in my lap.”

She smiles. And that smile is filled with approval, and submission, and promises of many more things to come.

I watch her, my fist pumping up and down my shaft, as she wiggles the shorts over her hips and lets them fall to the floor at her feet.

One knee on one side. Other knee on other side. And then her soft, wet pussy is touching my cock.

Her hands go to my shoulders. Her gaze locked on mine. She digs her fingernails into my flesh as her hips begin to move back and forth along my dick.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say.

And then I stand up, walk her over to the window, press her back against it as she hikes her legs up to let me grab her behind the knee—and that’s exactly what I do.

I fuck her standing up, her back pressed against the window. My pants fall over my hips and fall to my knees where they get stuck.

I fuck her, half undressed, soft light filtering in from the outdoor landscape lighting. Illuminating her back. Making her skin shimmer like some unearthly fantasy sex goddess.

She is moaning as I thrust forward and back. Deep, deep inside her, then almost to the point of pulling out.

She’s moaning, “More, deeper, faster, harder,” to the rhythm of my thrusts.

But I don’t give her what she wants.

Because I don’t have to.

She has put me in charge.

She should’ve thought about that more carefully, because I really, really like to be in charge.

And yeah, I’ll make sure Alexander doesn’t cross his line.