a/n: i don’t know what came over me! but john price x laswell x you
the air’s thick with cigar smoke and something darker, heavier—tension coiled tight as you kneel between her thighs. your lips are slick, messy with her, and your tongue’s working her over in sloppy, desperate strokes now. you’re past tentative, past shy—her taste’s coating your mouth, bitter-sweet and intoxicating, and the way she’s grinding against your face has your head buzzing. her hand’s fisted in your hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and her breaths are coming in sharp, filthy little gasps.
“fuck, sweetheart,” kate groans, her voice wrecked, unraveling as you suck and lick at her clit like it’s the only thing that matters. “you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”
you barely hear her over the wet sounds filling the room, your own muffled whimpers vibrating against her cunt. your hands dig into her thighs, nails biting skin, and she’s trembling now, so close you can feel it. john’s watching from that damn armchair, cigar smoldering between his fingers, but his eyes are black with hunger, locked on you—his sweet, innocent wife—eating out his boss.
“christ, look at you,” he growls, voice rough as gravel, thick with smoke and lust. “makin’ a mess of her. didn’t think my girl had such a dirty mouth.”
kate’s hips buck, a choked moan spilling from her as you double down, tongue plunging deeper, lips sucking harder. she’s dripping down your chin, and you’re so lost in it you don’t even care how sloppy you look—cheeks flushed, mascara smearing, spit and slick everywhere. john stubs out the cigar with a harsh twist, the ashtray clattering as he pushes up from the chair. you feel the floor creak as he moves, his shadow falling over you, and then his boots are planted right behind you.
“time to reward my good girl,” he mutters, and before you can process it, his big hand’s sliding down your back, rough and possessive. he yanks your skirt up, bunching it around your hips, and you shudder as the cool air hits your soaked panties. kate’s still rocking against your mouth, her grip tightening as she watches him, a wicked glint in her eye.
john doesn’t bother teasing—two thick fingers hook your panties aside and plunge into you, stretching you open with no warning. you cry out, the sound muffled against kate’s cunt, and the vibration makes her jerk, cursing under her breath. he’s not gentle, pumping into you hard and fast, curling his fingers just right to hit that spot that makes your legs shake. your pussy clenching around him, dripping down his knuckles, and the wet squelch of it mixes with the filthy noises you’re pulling from kate.
“fuckin’ soaked,” john rasps, free hand cracking down on your ass with a sharp slap that makes you jolt. “gettin’ off on this, aren’t ya? my wife’s a slut for it.”
you moan into kate, half-delirious, your body caught between his relentless fingers and her pulsing heat. she’s unraveling now, thighs locking around your head as she grinds harder, chasing it. “don’t stop,” she hisses, voice breaking, and you don’t—you can’t—tongue flicking and sucking until she shatters, a ragged cry tearing out of her as she comes on your face, slick flooding your mouth.
john doesn’t let up, fucking you through it with his fingers, his thumb rubbing messy circles over your clit until you’re whimpering, hips bucking back against him. kate slumps back, panting, watching you with a dazed, sated smirk as john leans down, breath hot against your ear.
“made her scream, love,” he murmurs, dark and proud. “now let’s see how loud i can make you.”
his fingers twist deeper, and you’re gone—clenching hard, soaking his hand as you come undone with a broken sob, face still buried in kate’s lap. she strokes your hair, soft now, while john’s growl of approval rumbles through you, his fingers slowing but not stopping, milking every last shudder from you.
