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The questions are getting a little deep, considering I haven’t gotten to see much of what she says she has on Adley. Not that I don’t believe her. It surprises me how much I want to trust her, actually. Aside from the fact that she let us in on a rather large and dangerous secret, which I am not entirely ready to process, she seems very sincere and shows all of her emotions and thoughts so clearly on her face.

Like right now, the slight pink flush making its way up her neck as she tries to pretend she isn’t completely thrown off by the heat between us. Hell, I’m thrown off, but I like to think I hide it better. Although my half hardened cock is making me regret such tight jeans.

Down, boy.

I try to diffuse my arousal by turning the attention to Quinn, who is watching us with unveiled amusement through a tiny cloud of pot smoke. My clothes are going to smell like that shit the entire way home. Note to self, next meeting at my house, so I don’t have to be hot boxed with Cheech.

“Alright, moving on. Quinn ? truth or dare?”

“Mmmmm, dare,” he says, pretending like he wasn’t chomping at the bit to answer. It was obvious what he’d choose.

Except now I have to think of a dare. I don’t want to bring the party down or seem too lame after our spicy start, especially since I chose truth on my turn. Would it be weird or inappropriate to dare them to kiss so soon after making out? Do I really want to watch them make out? It’s obvious that they have a past and there’s definitely some tension there.

I’m not sure how it’ll make me feel, but I don’t think I have the right to be jealous. And there’s a big part of me that wants to watch and see how it makes me feel.

“Well, you dared Mara to kiss me, so I think you should let her compare the experience.”

“You want me to kiss you too?” Quinn gives me a cheeky smirk, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously. I’m not ready to admit that I’m curious.

“Her, dumbass.”

He takes a long drag off his joint and then jumps over the island, lifting Mara up to sit on the edge and stepping between her legs, all in one fluid motion. Unlike me, he doesn’t hesitate for a single second, grabbing her hair at the nape and pulling her face to his. He goes in for the kill, kissing her deeply enough that it wrenches a tiny moan from her chest.

I wasn’t sure how watching them would make me feel, but damn. My jeans are officially uncomfortable, and I’m not sure that it’s safe to continue this game because it’s going to hurt soon.

What surprises me the most is my reaction to Quinn. I watch the placement of his hands, the curve of his bicep, the muscles in his ass as he rolls his hips into her body. The curiosity of what his body would feel like pressed up against mine, what it would feel like to grasp a handful of his soft curls and hold his head…

I shake my head and consider whether I should drink any more.

The kiss is shorter than ours was, but far more passionate. He grips her thigh with his long fingers, pulling her more tightly against him. She gasps and ends up coughing, smoke escaping her mouth.

“You ass,” she says, swatting him, but she doesn’t seem angry. I’m not a fan of being high, but I think we’re all loosened up enough from the tequila to not take anything too seriously.

“Sorry, I didn’t actually mean to let it go,” Quinn says, looking sheepish. She responds by looking up and pressing a small kiss to the side of his mouth, letting him know she’s not upset.

Quinn picks up the bottle of tequila, taking a swig before passing it to Mara, and then to me. I hesitate, but end up taking a heavy gulp of the clear liquid, hoping it’ll help me with some of the nerves that I’m suddenly feeling.

“Mouse?”

“Hmm?” she answers Quinn, wiping a drop of liquor off her chin.

He’s still standing between her legs. “Truth or dare, Mouse?”

Her eyes darken as their gaze locks on each other. The moment is so charged that I almost feel like an interloper. I consider backing away and giving them some privacy when she answers in a whisper.

“Dare.”

I want to give them space and respect, but I’m also locked in my seat, unable to look away at the two of them. Apparently, I’m secretly into voyeurism because I cannot stop myself from watching the way they look at each other, touch each other. Quinn leans forward and whispers in her ear, watching as gooseflesh breaks out over her arms. She chokes on air a little, her gaze rising to meet mine.

Her face turns so red it’s nearly purple as she asks me, “truth or dare, ?”

“I thought it was your turn.”

“It is,” she says with a small voice. She repeats herself. “Truth or dare?”

There’s something about the dark look in her eyes, her flushed skin, and the way Quinn is holding his breath that makes me feel bold.

“Dare.”

Mara looks back at Quinn. He nods, encouraging her, as he moves away from her body. My eyebrows raise, more than curious about where this is going. I find myself standing as she slips off the island, coming to stand in front of me.

Her face is beet red as she looks up at me, and then down at my shirt. I watch her swallow, following the movement of her throat. Her breaths are short, her chest rising in little pants. My head cocks, waiting for whatever it is she wants to say.

Quinn moves behind her, almost sandwiching her body between the two of us. His hand snakes around her hip, pushing her shirt up to rest on her stomach. He bends down so his mouth is close to her ear, but his eyes lock on mine as he speaks in a low, husky voice.

“Go ahead, Mouse. I dare you.”

Still looking at my shirt, her voice shakes as she stutters, “t-touch me.”

My first reaction is visceral. My jaw clamps and my cock tries to escape the confines of my jeans. I really wish I could pull it up into my waistband, but I’m worried it’ll seem crass.

Embarrassingly, because it should be my first reaction, my second reaction is worry. Does she actually want this or does she feel pressured by the game?

Pushing up on her chin, I bring her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes are such a dark blue I feel like I've fallen into the ocean. “Is that what you want, or is it just the game?” I hope she can see the sincerity in my eyes, because I am definitely fighting my baser nature here.

“I- I want it. Please touch me.”

Aaaannnnd I’m a goner.

Quinn takes Mara’s stool, sitting back and openly adjusting his erection. The confidence on this guy is honestly inspiring, even if he is a dipshit. I try to take a clue from him.

Bending down to press my lips against hers, I break away before either of us can deepen the kiss and get lost in it. Instead, I spin her around so her back is to me. Skimming my hand up her waist, I gently cup her breast over her shirt, using her body as a shield so I can pull my aching cock into my waistband without being too obvious.

Mara arches her body, pressing her breast more firmly into my hand. Her nipples are raised beneath the thin cotton of her black tank top. I run my thumbs over the material, lightly pinching the peaks as my other hand caresses over her hip.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Mara?” I ask, my fingers skimming the skin above her jeans. “Here?” I ask, pinching her nipple again. She moans and nods.

My hand travels under her shirt, lightly kneading her breast over her thin bra. She moves, her arms moving behind her body. For a moment I think she’s pushing me away, so I back off, but she reaches under the back of her shirt and unclasps her bra, pulling the straps over her arms and removing it entirely.

Emboldened, I return my hand under her shirt, suppressing a shiver as I palm her bare breast. My other hand joins in, kneading both breasts, rolling her nipples as I bend to trail kisses up the column of her neck.

With one hand still cupping her breast, I trail the other down the front of her body, bending slightly at the knees to caress up and down the inside of her thigh before cupping her.

“Here?” I ask, silently begging her to say yes because I’m dying to feel how wet she is. The apex of her thighs is warm and I can feel the dampness through her jeans.

Her hips buck slightly, pressing herself into my hand.

“Let me hear you, baby. Is this where you want me to touch you?” I press harder into her warm center, and nearly come undone when she whimpers, “yes”.

The tip of my cock is leaking so much that I can feel my own wetness drip down my stomach, and I’m honestly afraid I might embarrass myself. I watch Quinn’s eyes trace my movements as I trail my fingers up to the button of her jeans, opening the button and slowly pulling the zipper down.

Dipping my hand inside, I cup her through her panties and can’t suppress a moan at how completely soaked the material is. Running my fingers back and forth over the drenched cotton, I look up to find Quinn squeezing his hard erection through his thin athletic shorts. Remembering that I explicitly saw him not put underwear on yesterday on the beach, my mouth floods with saliva. I wonder if he is wearing any now.

“She’s so fucking wet for us.” His eyes nearly roll back.

Mara whimpers at my words, clenching her thighs as we watch Quinn pull his long erection out of his shorts, slowly stroking himself. Her panting picks up, my hand pushing beneath the fabric of her panties. My fingers roam, feeling the soft curls of her public hair, tracing up and down the outside of her lower lips, teasing and exploring until she groans in frustration. I want there to be no mistake about what she wants.

When I finally push my fingers into her hot, wet folds and feel just how slick she is, my knees almost buckle. I cover it up by dipping lower, pushing my middle finger inside her tight pussy and feeling her walls clench around it before smearing the wetness up to circle her clit. I barely press my fingers over it before she detonates, crying out as she comes.

Keeping pressure on her clit with my palm, I push my middle finger into her again, lazily pumping in and out as her pussy clamps down rhythmically. She’s so tight around just my one finger, I almost come thinking about what it would feel like to bury myself inside her.

Holding her up with one arm around her waist, I continue drawing her orgasm out of her until she’s limp and trembling. A sound distracts me and I look up to see that Quinn has been stroking himself while watching me finger Mara. The sight of cum erupting from the end of his long, smooth cock makes me swell, the strain against my jeans almost painful.

Mara trembles as aftershocks continue to squeeze my finger. I support her weight until she comes down, standing on her own. Only then do I finally pull my hand from her wet pussy.

I want desperately to lick her, to kiss her, to taste and fuck and consume her. My finger is drenched with her cum. In a daze, I swipe my wet finger over her lips, spreading the slick arousal before pushing three fingers into her mouth. Her eyes roll back a bit as her tongue swirls around and between my fingers.

My fingers hook her bottom teeth, pulling her to me and crashing my mouth to hers. My tongue dips and laps, tasting her from her own mouth.

Mara’s arms wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me even closer as we devour each other. Her hand slips between us, pushing under my shirt and finding the dripping head of my erection pressed against my stomach. Grasping the tip, she runs her fingers through the slick pre-cum, rubbing the weeping slit. My knees almost buckle.

Quinn approaches from behind Mara. His hands come to rest on her shoulders, pressing lightly. Her eyes flash, excitedly I think? I hope? as she drops to her knees.

My mind glitches as Quinn unbuttons my jeans and releases my cock.

“Oh, a big boy,” he coos ridiculously. It bobs in front of Mara’s face, twitching when I notice her lick her lips. She reaches her hand up, but Quinn grabs a fistful of her hair, holding her still.

“Tsk tsk, greedy little mouse. Let me, please.”

Swallowing, I have to force myself to remain calm when Quinn wraps his hand around my cock. I have to brace myself on the counter next to me, my legs ready to give out.

With a tight grip around my cock, Quinn traces the dripping tip over Mara’s lips like he’s applying lipstick before pressing it between them. Her mouth opens, tongue darting out to lick away a drop of pre-cum. I’m already too close to the edge when Quinn guides her head, encouraging Mara to take me as far into her mouth as she can.

She looks so goddamned beautiful with her lips stretched around my cock, but I can’t articulate the words to tell her. I’m too focused on not erupting before this even begins.

Quinn pushes her head forward, my cock sliding so far back that it gags her. Her hands come up to hold on to my thighs. I start to pull out, but Quinn places a hand on my back, lightly holding both of us in place until her throat relaxes. He pulls her halfway off my shaft and then back down, bobbing a few times until tears are streaming from her eyes as she takes breaths in through her nose.

“Are you alright?” I ask, clenching my jaw. I’m afraid that she might be uncomfortable, afraid to move and hurt her, and also kind of afraid to come. What is the etiquette here?

Mara nods, the action causing me to slip farther, hitting the back of her throat rather forcefully. I choke out a moan and hold on to the kitchen counter for dear life, my knuckles turning white.

“What about you, Bunny? You alright, big man?” As he asks, he moves Mara’s head. Her mouth slides up and down my cock, slowly at first, but picking up pace.

I’m not able to form words past, “Fuuuuck.”

There is something so fucking erotic about watching Quinn control Mara, watching my cock disappear into her mouth every time he pushes down. His hand grips her hair tighter, and Mara drops her hands, letting him take complete control.

A tingling feeling starts at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, as an orgasm builds. Quinn lowers himself so his face is close to Mara’s, watching closely as he fucks me with her face.

“God damn, Mouse. I think you take that big cock better than I could. Are you gonna swallow his hot cum?”

Fucking shit. I’m about to blow, but what sets me over the edge more than Quinn’s dirty mouth is Mara.

She tries to nod, choking out a sound of approval like she wants it. I’ve gotten blow jobs before, even good ones, but I’ve never looked a woman in the eye while my cock was buried in her throat and seen such primal desire staring back at me. It’s my undoing.

“Oh god, Mara?“

Mara digs her fingers into my hips, hollowing out her cheeks and bobbing hard on my cock, even without Quinn’s guidance. A violent tremor wracks through my body as I explode, splashing into the back of her throat.

She swallows it all down, sucking on me like a giant straw until she’s taken every last drop.

Pulling out of her mouth, I fall to the ground next to them both, leaning back against the island.

“Holy shit.”

“Holy shit.” Quinn agrees.

Mara hums her agreement, collapsing back against both of us.