Chapter 5 REMINGTON

Instead, I drop to my knees in front of Justin, and, wrapping a hand around the base, I suck his dick into my mouth. The flavor of her pussy explodes on my tongue, his silky-smooth head rubbing against the roof of my mouth. He's bigger than I ever imagined, and my jaw is tipped wide, strain already pulling at the muscles. It's a strange sensation, not wholly unpleasant, to feel him swell thicker against my lips.

Justin hisses like a balloon letting out air, and I look up at him through my lashes to see him staring at me with hazy lust-filled eyes.

"Fuck, Remi," he groans, and the sound of my name in that deep and husky voice pushes me past my reticence, and I pull him deeper into my mouth. I know what a cock feels like. My own, at least, in my hand. The feel of his weight against my tongue is altogether different. I'm rough, I know, hurried and frantic. My teeth scrape his dick, and I cringe internally until he thrusts into the contact and drops his hand onto my head.

A surge of salt leaks into my mouth and I swallow it back, his dick swelling again. His balls are tight to his body, and I cup them in my hand and pull, relishing the way his hips arch into my touch.

"Baby, stop," Justin whimpers, and I can't tell if he's talking to Julia or me until he tries to pull at my hair, then grips my neck between his fingers instead.

"I'm going to come if you don't stop that."

Me, then. Justin was talking to me.

I want him to come. I want his essence to merge with hers until all I can breathe, smell, taste, and feel are Justin and Julia together.

Julia is whimpering, but I ignore her, and Justin shushes her with coaxing words, his body stretching to reach her on the bed. She whines in a release of frustration, and the sound heats my blood to the boiling point. I pull my dick out, grasping it firmly in my hand, then suck Justin as deep into my mouth as he will go.

I choke and gag. Justin tries to pull away until I palm his ass in my hand, holding him to my face. He gets the point and fucks me, hard and fast, my gag reflex massaging his head, until a moment later, he spills his cum all down my throat.

Words of encouragement and praise fall from his lips, and Justin rubs my head when I pull off him with a plop.

"That was so good, baby. Jesus Christ, that was so hot. Get off your knees, baby. We're not done with you yet."

I don't get off my knees. I watch with unadulterated fascination when Justin places a knee on the mattress and buries his head between Julia's thighs, lapping at her dripping cunt like it's the fucking fountain of youth.

"Justiiiiiin," she whines, squirming on the bed and yanking on the restraints. "My arms," she moans in request, and Justin jumps from his position and reaches to release his wife.

"Sorry, baby girl," he soothes, rubbing her arms and flipping her to her back. He hauls her up the bed until her head is at the edge, then sees me still kneeling on the floor, slowly stroking my still hard cock. He watches me while sucking on Julia's nipples. Watches me when he brings his hand between her legs, running his fingers through her slickness.

"Remi," he demands, and shivers break out down my spine when his voice licks across my skin. "Get up and come to my wife."

I rise as if on strings, his voice like a spell upon my soul.

He comes to me, naked and hard again.

I'm an inch or so taller than him, and when he reaches for my face, I bend and bring my mouth to his. He thrusts his tongue between my lips, moaning when he tastes himself on my tongue.

"I want to watch you fuck my wife," he tells me, and I sway on my feet, convinced that this is a dream. "I want it so fucking bad I can taste it. But we don't have any condoms, and before I watch you ride her bare, we need to take precautions."

"Uhhhh."

Good to know I'm firing on all cylinders tonight.

"Justin," Julia wines, and we turn as one to look at the woman stretched out on the bed.

"Touch yourself," he orders, and Julia's fingers fly to her clit, rubbing soft circles into the engorged flesh between her legs.

"Does she always do what she's told?" I ask without thinking, too far past the point of no return to be worried about embarrassment.

"If she wants to," he shrugs, and he's so fucking nonchalant. He grips my dick in his hand, but I can't break from his stare. "Julia owns me, body and soul. If some nights she wants to be dominated like a bitch whore in heat, then who am I to deny her needs?"

Holy fucking shit.

He kisses me again, rough and fast, before turning to his wife.

"Do you want his dick or mouth?" Justin asks, and Julia bites her lip.

"I wanna suck his cock."

She looks at me when she says it, and I feel exposed to my soul, in a way mere nakedness could never achieve.

"Go to her," Justin says and slips his hands into my underwear, pushing them down my legs.

I do. I lean over Julia's supine body, kissing her as deeply as I can. I want her to taste Justin on my tongue. I want to feel her moan against my mouth.

"Don't come until he does," Justin orders before taking a position between his wife's legs, spreading her thighs with his hands. She's bare and pink, swollen so fat I can see every crevice of her mound.

"I want your dick in my mouth," she whispers against my lips, and I unfold to stand up straight, closing my eyes when she takes my dick between her lips.

"I won't last long," I squeeze out in a pained breath, and Julia mouths her assent around my cock.

God, her mouth is so small. I'm afraid of hurting her, the way her throat strains every time she takes me deeper. Her tongue swirls around my head, her hand covering my shaft that her mouth can't reach.

I can't decide what to watch. Julia bobbing on my dick, her cheeks hollowing out when she adds suction to her ministrations. Or Justin, and the way his fingers part her clit. He licks her in slow long strokes, dipping into her holes before mouthing at her clit. He holds her open wide, her legs splayed apart, and...

Next time, I will be between her legs. I won't die a happy man until her juices are covering my chin and she's screaming my name with her pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I pant, ripping my eyes away when Justin meets my gaze and picking a spot to stare at the ceiling. Heat is licking up my spine. My toes curl into the bedroom carpets, and I fist my hands at my side, desperate not to come.

"Touch her," Justin demands, and my hands fly to Julia's breasts, pulling and plucking at her nipples. Cupping the ripe mounds in my hand and loving the way they spill out of my palm.

"She'll take you all, Remi. Every last drop. Then I'm going to kiss your cum from her mouth and swallow it down too. By the time we're done with you, you'll be ours. Fluid bonded and bound to my bed."

My hips snap of their own accord. With one hand on my dick, Julia braces the other against my ass, playing with my slit while I fuck her face. Justin's voice rubs over me like velvet, and explosions burst in my spine, my orgasm ripping through my body.

"Holy shit," I yell as I come down Julia's throat. I freeze under Julia's touch, my cock twitching and spasming as she sucks me through it all.

She moans with my dick still hard in her mouth, and I open my eyes to catch Justin pushing her into her own release. Her back lifts from the bedspread and she keens around my cock, the vibrations shooting down its length. Her body bows, legs wrapped tight around his head, and Julia rides his face until she falls limp to the mattress. I'm twitching with overstimulation before Julia's body relaxes enough to allow my dick to slip gently from her grip.

I'm panting. Julia's panting. Justin rises to his knees, wiping his face and hauling his wife to his chest, before fulfilling his promise of licking my cum from her mouth. My cock twitches in response, already rallying for whatever happens next.

I choke when I see fluids exchange between her lips to his.

Oh my God. My knees almost buckle from the sight. I stare in wide-eyed wonder when Justin swallows my come out of his wife's mouth.

Silence and stillness fall between us, the high of our releases slipping into the steady hush of New York at night.

Oh, God. Oh, Fuck.

What the fuck have I done?

The room spins around me, pinpricks of darkness eating at my vision.

I gasp in a ragged breath, searching the floor for my underwear until Julia makes a shushing noise and reaches for me from the bed.

Julia grasps my hand, and, at her gentle direction, I get my heart back under control. She tugs on my wrist, pulling me towards her, and I climb into the bed like a robot with panic still clawing at my throat. I suddenly remember how much I had to drink last night, and my stomach heaves in protest.

She doesn't say a word when she gathers the disheveled comforter and pulls it up my chest, tucking it in beneath my chin. She curls into my side and pulls my arm around her waist, snuggling into the blanket.

My heart is pounding in my chest, echoing in my ears. My dick, moments ago hard as a rock, softens between my legs as all the blood rushes back to my head. Along with all the reasons why this is so fucked up.

But Justin watches as his wife tucks us in, a special little smile I only see when he's looking at her. He grabs the straps from the head of the bed and shoves them off the back of the mattress, then leans forward and drops a kiss to Julia's head. With only a moment of hesitation, he drops one on mine as well.

Then he turns so that his back is to Julia's front and snuggles under the blanket. His back is warm against my arm, the sweat on his skin cooling to a balmy touch. Julia wraps her arm around his waist and pulls until she's sandwiched between us, and a sigh laced with contentment slips from her lips.

I'm never drinking again is the first thing I think.

I could get used to this, flitters through my mind.

Then I'm asleep, and I think no more.