Page 44 of Play Dirty

Jesus. I should walk. I’ve done so well so far. Keeping my distance from this train wreck of a relationship.

But her hand is on my cock and… and when I break away, out of the kiss, and look down, her hand is on his cock too.

And isn’t this what I’ve wanted? Maybe not them, but this?

I don’t have time to think it through.

Augustine crouches down, her legs spread open, her fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. And then she’s got both our cocks fisted in her palms. Stroking us. Up and down and squeezing tight.

Alexander grabs her hair, pulling it hard. But when I look at him, his eyes are closed. And I know… God, I just fucking know… he’s not paying attention anymore. Not like he was during their little demonstration.

And it has become my job to keep him in check.

The moment Augustine’s mouth wraps around the head of his cock, he pushes her towards him. His hips rocking forward, making her take him deep. She gags and tries to pull back, but he holds her there. She lets go of my dick, reaches up for his forearm, and claws her fingernails down his skin.

Alexander hisses and pulls back, which allows Augustine to pivot and concentrate on me.

Oh, God. Her mouth on my tip feels excruciatingly good. And when she opens wide and puts me inside her… the warm and the wet… and the sucking…

And then Alexander is there, kneeling down behind her, his hand in her hair again, pushing her into me now.

Making her take me.

Making her gag on me.

And for a split second I don’t see what he’s doing. I don’t realize what he’s doing. I am too fully encapsulated in lust and desire to realize he’s dragging me over to his side. Distracting me from my job by letting his wife pleasure me.

“Stop,” I say, my voice hoarse.

But when I look at him he just smiles. Shakes his head a little. And then he kisses me.

I forget about August. Just… I don’t know. Just let her drift away. Her mouth, my cock deep in her throat. The warm saliva pooling up against my shaft as Alexander reaches underneath my balls and cups them in his hand.

Holy fucking—

And then he punches me.

Right in the fucking mouth.

I snap.

Out of the lust. Out of the passion. Out of the desire.

And I back away, my cock slipping from Augustine’s mouth as I swing and hit him back.

He ducks and rushes me, barreling into my chest until I reel backwards, slamming into a wall, just barely able to stop myself from falling.

They approach me. Slowly, as a team. Like two lions looking for a kill.

“What the fuck?” I ask. But when he’s within reach, I swing again, and this time… this time that motherfucker goes down.

I climb on top of him, my cock swinging, my pants around my knees, and then his hand finds my dick, and Augustine is crouching, her pussy right over his face.

And I’m ashamed to admit this, even just to myself… but I swear to God this is hot. I’m turned on. Like rock-hard cock.

I go down on him. My mouth taking him, pressing forward the way he just showed me he likes it. Augustine is bending over a little, her ass right in front of me, his fingers probing between her legs, stroking her as she moves back and forth, fucking his face.

I pull her backward, roughly—too roughly and I’ll have to think about that later, because there’s no room for that now—making her squeal. I scoot her ass down until she’s right over Alexander’s dick and after that, she doesn’t need any more hints.