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Story: What's Left of You
Then Alastair’s eyes lift to me for the first time, and he acknowledges me across the room. He’s still slamming his hips into Jo’s but his eyes don’t leave mine, not even when Jo moans and shifts around, following Vinny’s guiding hand to suck on him while Alastair continues to fuck into her from behind.
Then the bastard smirks. “Come over here, Agent. I don’t bite, unless you’re into that.”
My gaze drifts to my gun, and I’m fairly certain I’m throwing my life away as I let it hang loosely at my side and cross the room. Alastair’s watching my face instead of the weapon, and I click the safety on before setting it on the side table. I can stay between him and the weapon, but I’m not sure if I’m making a fatal error. Alastair’s a big man, and madness can make people wild and unpredictable. He doesn’t have to shoot it off to still do damage with the weapon.
But when I glance at the couple, they are completely enthralled in the moment. Vinny’s watching me as Jo suckshis cock, and I imagine if I do something he doesn’t like he’ll intervene. We might be here to play with both of them, but like both times before Vinny is in charge here.
Maybe that’s why he’s comfortable enough to let a serial killer and an FBI agent fuck his wife at the same time.
Jo’s eyes peer at me from the corners as she bobs her head, Vinny’s hand staying against the back of her skull but his grip looks loose. I linger at the edge of the couch and watch them together, like it hasn’t been almost sixteen years since they could touch each other.
Then she reaches towards me, and the two of them ease up so she doesn’t slump into the back of the couch.
“Take the offer, Agent,” Alastair tells me, and I don’t miss the way his eyes glance towards Vinny like he’s looking for approval. Vinny gives him a slight nod, and it’s like an out of body experience watching the famed killer ask permission for anything.
Jo’s fingers dig into my pocket, and I let her tug me closer. I fall onto the couch beside her and she lets Vinny’s cock slide free from her mouth, hooded blue eyes watching me. “Strip, Sterling. You’re wasting time.”
Her fingers help me tear the buttons off, and her other hand moves to fist her husband’s cock as she helps me undo the shirt. If I go down for this it’s going to be fucking worth it.
She grips my hair and kisses me, and part of my mind screams that it should bother me that she was just sucking off Vinny. But I sink into her touch, the shifting of her body from the other two moving us together, and she moans into my mouth as they fuck her.
I help her undo the pants, and then her hand is on me, her fingers tracing down each piercing as I get harder beneath her touch. I groan into her mouth, cupping her cheek.
Then she pulls back, quickly kissing down my neck and across the bottom of my jaw. When I glance up, Alastair’s gripping her shoulder, changing the position, and pushing her more on top of me. I don’t even register what Vinny is doing.
“Up,” he says, and I hadn’t realized Vinny moved from behind the couch to my side until he’s reaching past me for Jo, scooping her up as Alastair adjusts his grip and lifts her. “Behind the couch, Agent.”
I’ve never really followed anyone’s lead during sex, I’m usually the one in charge. But I don’t question Vinny as he moves Jo around, who rocks in his grip as he grabs her, flips her, and sets her ass against him on the couch. At some point Alastair’s cock slid free from her body, and he strokes his hand down the length as I stripped what’s left of my clothes and jog around the couch.
Vinny shoves his fingers into her mouth as I move, and Jo’s eyes roll. “Easy, Trauma. You’re going to be full of nothing but us.”
Jo whimpers, and Alastair tilts his head and stays in front of them as he strokes his cock. My fingers find their way around my dick too, watching Vinny prep Jo for whatever’s next.
As she sucks on him, Alastair reaches out and strokes the side of her face. He pauses at one of the piercings in her cheek, circling the dermal. “Such a good girl, Killer.”
It’s funny how their nicknames are opposite of each other.
“Lean forward,” Vinny tells her, and she braces her hands on his knees. “Show them how pretty you look, Jo.”
She gasps, and his hand disappears between them. I peer over the couch, closer to Vinny than I’ve ever been, and watch as he uses one hand to spread her ass wider and the other to work a finger inside her ass. She cries out, and my other hand grips the back of the sofa when I moan.
“Fuck,” Alastair whispers, and I look up to meet his gaze. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him.
“Good girl,” Vinny coaxes, and she starts to shake. One of her hands leaves his knee to stroke Alastair, who grunts at the touch. I look down again and watch him add a second.
“Husband,” she gasps, and I’ve noticed that’s her nickname for him at times like this, “Fuck me. I want you, even if you have to work your way in.”
Vinny growls, his hand at her hip tightening. His fingers pop free, and Jo gasps loudly into the room. “You sure, Trauma?”
He’s taunting her, I can hear it in his voice. Alastair chuckles, nodding to them when she doesn’t respond. “Whatever the lady commands.”
Vinny grabs his cock in one hand as she shifts, lifting long enough to run his tip against her pussy lips, and I moan behind them. Then she adjusts and I can’t see as well anymore, but when Jo moans I’m certain he’s sliding inside her.
One of his arms moves to wrap around her torso, arching her back against him. She drops her head, and they’re shifted far enough back on the couch that she’s arched over the back, her head falling just below my dick. Her eyes open then, blue orbs peering up at me.
And they widen when Alastair moves in, sliding his cock into her in one smooth motion that has her screaming. I grit my teeth as I watch, wondering if there will be any discretion left if the agency arrives before we’re finished here.
She sticks out her tongue as she moans, looking up at me. Vinny’s kept her arched back so she can’t move much while they fuck her. She lifts one hand, reaching out to stroke my cock again too, then angles the tip down to her lips.
Then the bastard smirks. “Come over here, Agent. I don’t bite, unless you’re into that.”
My gaze drifts to my gun, and I’m fairly certain I’m throwing my life away as I let it hang loosely at my side and cross the room. Alastair’s watching my face instead of the weapon, and I click the safety on before setting it on the side table. I can stay between him and the weapon, but I’m not sure if I’m making a fatal error. Alastair’s a big man, and madness can make people wild and unpredictable. He doesn’t have to shoot it off to still do damage with the weapon.
But when I glance at the couple, they are completely enthralled in the moment. Vinny’s watching me as Jo suckshis cock, and I imagine if I do something he doesn’t like he’ll intervene. We might be here to play with both of them, but like both times before Vinny is in charge here.
Maybe that’s why he’s comfortable enough to let a serial killer and an FBI agent fuck his wife at the same time.
Jo’s eyes peer at me from the corners as she bobs her head, Vinny’s hand staying against the back of her skull but his grip looks loose. I linger at the edge of the couch and watch them together, like it hasn’t been almost sixteen years since they could touch each other.
Then she reaches towards me, and the two of them ease up so she doesn’t slump into the back of the couch.
“Take the offer, Agent,” Alastair tells me, and I don’t miss the way his eyes glance towards Vinny like he’s looking for approval. Vinny gives him a slight nod, and it’s like an out of body experience watching the famed killer ask permission for anything.
Jo’s fingers dig into my pocket, and I let her tug me closer. I fall onto the couch beside her and she lets Vinny’s cock slide free from her mouth, hooded blue eyes watching me. “Strip, Sterling. You’re wasting time.”
Her fingers help me tear the buttons off, and her other hand moves to fist her husband’s cock as she helps me undo the shirt. If I go down for this it’s going to be fucking worth it.
She grips my hair and kisses me, and part of my mind screams that it should bother me that she was just sucking off Vinny. But I sink into her touch, the shifting of her body from the other two moving us together, and she moans into my mouth as they fuck her.
I help her undo the pants, and then her hand is on me, her fingers tracing down each piercing as I get harder beneath her touch. I groan into her mouth, cupping her cheek.
Then she pulls back, quickly kissing down my neck and across the bottom of my jaw. When I glance up, Alastair’s gripping her shoulder, changing the position, and pushing her more on top of me. I don’t even register what Vinny is doing.
“Up,” he says, and I hadn’t realized Vinny moved from behind the couch to my side until he’s reaching past me for Jo, scooping her up as Alastair adjusts his grip and lifts her. “Behind the couch, Agent.”
I’ve never really followed anyone’s lead during sex, I’m usually the one in charge. But I don’t question Vinny as he moves Jo around, who rocks in his grip as he grabs her, flips her, and sets her ass against him on the couch. At some point Alastair’s cock slid free from her body, and he strokes his hand down the length as I stripped what’s left of my clothes and jog around the couch.
Vinny shoves his fingers into her mouth as I move, and Jo’s eyes roll. “Easy, Trauma. You’re going to be full of nothing but us.”
Jo whimpers, and Alastair tilts his head and stays in front of them as he strokes his cock. My fingers find their way around my dick too, watching Vinny prep Jo for whatever’s next.
As she sucks on him, Alastair reaches out and strokes the side of her face. He pauses at one of the piercings in her cheek, circling the dermal. “Such a good girl, Killer.”
It’s funny how their nicknames are opposite of each other.
“Lean forward,” Vinny tells her, and she braces her hands on his knees. “Show them how pretty you look, Jo.”
She gasps, and his hand disappears between them. I peer over the couch, closer to Vinny than I’ve ever been, and watch as he uses one hand to spread her ass wider and the other to work a finger inside her ass. She cries out, and my other hand grips the back of the sofa when I moan.
“Fuck,” Alastair whispers, and I look up to meet his gaze. This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him.
“Good girl,” Vinny coaxes, and she starts to shake. One of her hands leaves his knee to stroke Alastair, who grunts at the touch. I look down again and watch him add a second.
“Husband,” she gasps, and I’ve noticed that’s her nickname for him at times like this, “Fuck me. I want you, even if you have to work your way in.”
Vinny growls, his hand at her hip tightening. His fingers pop free, and Jo gasps loudly into the room. “You sure, Trauma?”
He’s taunting her, I can hear it in his voice. Alastair chuckles, nodding to them when she doesn’t respond. “Whatever the lady commands.”
Vinny grabs his cock in one hand as she shifts, lifting long enough to run his tip against her pussy lips, and I moan behind them. Then she adjusts and I can’t see as well anymore, but when Jo moans I’m certain he’s sliding inside her.
One of his arms moves to wrap around her torso, arching her back against him. She drops her head, and they’re shifted far enough back on the couch that she’s arched over the back, her head falling just below my dick. Her eyes open then, blue orbs peering up at me.
And they widen when Alastair moves in, sliding his cock into her in one smooth motion that has her screaming. I grit my teeth as I watch, wondering if there will be any discretion left if the agency arrives before we’re finished here.
She sticks out her tongue as she moans, looking up at me. Vinny’s kept her arched back so she can’t move much while they fuck her. She lifts one hand, reaching out to stroke my cock again too, then angles the tip down to her lips.
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