I dunno about you but drunk sex slays and the thought of it with one out of the big red dead four (John Arthur Charles or Javier) just makes me đđŠđ§
You sat by the crackling campfire, the night draped around you like a comforting blanket, waiting patiently for Arthur to return from his outing with Lenny.
As the minutes stretched into hours, the quiet of the night was suddenly shattered by the sound of husky laughter and stumbling footsteps approaching the camp.
Arthur stumbled into view, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a boisterous energy, his laughter ringing out into the night. You watched as he stumbled towards you, his movements unsteady and his words slurred with intoxication.
"Hey there, sweetheart!" He exclaimed, his voice louder than usual, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached you, his arms outstretched in an exaggerated gesture of affection.
"Arthur.." You greeted him with a chuckle, reaching out to steady him as he stumbled forward. "You're drunk."
He grinned at you, his usual charm amplified by the alcohol coursing through his veins. "Just a bit," He admitted with a laugh, his words slurring together slightly. "But I missed you, darlin'."
As Arthur held you in his drunken embrace, he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear and he whispered, "Come with me, I want to show you something."
Curiosity piqued, you allowed him to lead you away from the camp, the darkness of the trees enveloping you like a cloak. With each step, his intoxicating scent of whiskey and cheap cologne hung in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest.
Finally, he stopped, the trees providing enough secrecy around you. Before you could protest or question his intentions, Arthur pressed you against a sturdy tree trunk, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.
His embrace was fervent and urgent, fueled by the fire of his drunken desire. His hands roamed eagerly over your body, his touch electric against your skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your lips.
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And that was how you found yourself, dangerously close to getting caught by the rest of the gang, pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree, stripped naked to his mercy.
The stretch was breathtaking, every centimeter of his length sending electrifying waves of pleasure through you as he pounded away relentlessly. With each rapid thrust, Arthur grunted huskily, his teeth clenched together in sheer determination. His eyes remained fixated on your bouncing form, his gaze intense and unwavering.
"Arthur-" You gasped, your breath coming in ragged bursts, heat flooding your body.
In that moment, every sensation overwhelmed you, yet you yearned for more. There was nothing in this world, in that moment, more important than Arthur Morgan, thrusting into you with an intensity that felt like a primal need with your leg wrapped around his defined torso and his large palms roaming the curves of your body.
''Beautiful-'' He whispered between pants, his voice a husky echo against your skin as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to your quivering flesh.
''You are mine.'' With a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine, he enveloped one hardened nipple in his mouth, drawing it between his lips with a hunger that left you trembling. His tongue danced with an almost predatory insistence, claiming you entirely in a way that left you powerless to resist.
With each of his forceful thrusts, you reciprocated with equal intensity, your nails digging into his forearms with a ferocity that threatened to break skin, and your teeth grazing against his lips as you captured his mouth in a hungry kiss when he turned his face towards you.
''Please- Arthur, please!'' You knew you were babbling, but the overwhelming sensation coursing through your veins left you unable to form coherent words.
''Quiet, sweetheart. You donât want anyone to catch us, do you?'' Arthur's voice was low, sending shivers down your spine as you struggled to maintain composure amidst the overwhelming waves of lust. His words ignited a fire within you, the intensity of his gaze leaving you feeling dizzy with desire.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to focus on just breathing. With each movement of his hips, Arthur's rhythm intensified, the sensation bordering on maddening as he drove himself deeper into you.
''Can you be quiet for me?'' He whispered, his hand moving from your mouth to rest gently on your lower back. You nodded in response, your teeth sinking into your lip as you fought to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips.
Your body started to shake uncontrollably, tremors coursing through every fiber of your being. With each passing moment, the sensation intensified, rendering your legs numb and leaving every muscle sore and cramped. Even the slightest movement sent waves of soreness rippling through you, threatening to overwhelm your senses.
Despite the haze of alcohol, he remained attentive to your every move, his hands a steady anchor that kept you upright. With a firm grip, he ensured you didn't falter or lose balance, his eyes never wavering from your features as he sought to understand your every emotion.
Hot tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and intense emotion that threatened to spill over with each hard motion of his body. Arthur was so deep, so incredibly deep inside of you that it felt as though he was reaching places untouched, bringing pleasure straight to your soul.
Your muscles twitched and spasmed in time with his relentless thrusts, the rhythm of your bodies syncing perfectly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Each moan that escaped your lips was met with the wet fabric of his shirt, the sound muffled but unmistakable in the heat of the moment.
"Good girl," Arthur murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, a rare smirk gracing his lips, a sight reserved only for moments like these, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol. ''Good fucking girl.'
The pressure building inside of you reached its breaking point, shattering your senses. In that moment, you clung to Arthur desperately, pulling at his hair and digging your nails into his skin as if he were your lifeline.
Open-mouthed cries of pleasure escaped your throat, the intensity of your orgasm too powerful to be contained. Arthur cursed under his breath, his focus solely on maintaining his movements long enough to ride out the wave of your climax.
He could feel you gushing wetness, squirting on his cock and leaking down both of your thighs. He wasnât strong enough to resist the pleasure that came with the realization that heâd made you spasm so hard your body couldnât control itself. He followed, pumping his cum deep inside of you while your folds squeezed the life out of him.
Time seemed to stand still as you clung to each other, reluctant to let go of the moment. When Arthur finally pulled away slightly, you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, craving the comfort and reassurance that only he could provide.
''I know, sweetheart. I know." Arthur's voice was soft and comforting as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He could sense the weight of your emotions, knowing that you must be feeling overwhelmed in that moment.
"You did so good.'' He murmured, his hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles.
As you slipped out of your dress, the fabric cascading around your ankles, you felt the weight of the day lifting from your shoulders. The dim light of the lantern cast shadows across the canvas walls of your tent, creating a cozy sanctuary amidst the chaos of the gang outside, singing songs around the fire.
With each button undone, you reveled in the sensation of freedom, relishing the cool air against your skin as you prepared to settle for bed. The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the silence as you reached for your nightgown, a familiar routine that brought a sense of comfort to the end of another long day.
But just as you were about to slip into the warmth of your nightclothes, the tent flap suddenly stirred, and there he was, John. His usually rugged features were contorted with jealousy, his eyes clouded with the haze of alcohol as he stumbled into the tent.
"John?" You exclaimed, surprise and frustration warring within you as you struggled to comprehend his state. "What are you doing here?"
He ignored your question, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of desire and accusation. "You've been spending too much time with Javier!" He slurred, his words heavy with bitterness as he collapsed onto the ground beside you, his drunkenness palpable.
You sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for him even as irritation prickled at the edges of your patience. "John, I told you. Javier is teaching me how to play guitar. There's nothing between us."
But he wasn't listening, lost in his own insecurities and doubts. With a pout that bordered on childish, he reached out to you, his fingers brushing against your skin in a clumsy attempt at affection.
"I wanna teach you something, too.." He murmured, his voice low and husky, his lips trailing along the curve of your neck as he spoke.
You shivered at the sensation, the heat of his touch sending a thrill racing down your spine. Despite the lingering frustration of his outburst of jealousy, you found yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his gaze, drawn to him with an intensity that left you breathless.
"What do you want to teach me?" You whispered, your voice barely more than a soft sigh as you surrendered to the hunger that burned within you.
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You couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Javier. His presence close to you eventually led you sinking down on your knees as your jealous lover stood before you. It was as if the flames of his possessiveness ignited a primal need within him, driving him to assert his dominance and claim you as his own.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, you drank in the taste of his precum, reveling in the salty sensation as it danced across your taste buds before John rested his large, calloused hands upon your hair, gently guiding your movements with a firm touch.
His eyes were half-lidded, heavy with want, as you worked your magic, eliciting a drawn-out, staticky moan from deep within his chest.
You flattened your tongue more efficiently, eager to please him, to elicit even the slightest tremor of pleasure from his lips.
For a fleeting moment, a sensation of blazing heat washed over the back of your throat as you released him, lowering your head to place a tender kiss at the base of John's throbbing cock.
As your tongue darted out to caress the prominent vein, tracing its path with delicate precision, he struggled to contain the building pressure threatening to erupt within him.
A loud groan escaped John's lips as he lifted his hips slightly, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth. The unexpected motion caught you off guard and you fought against the instinct to gag, your body instinctively adjusting to accommodate him even as tears welled up in your eyes and began to trickle down your flushed cheeks.
''That's my girl-'' He murmured, his voice hoarsed as he tightened his grip on your hair and with a quick thrust, followed by a sharp gasp, he was sheathed fully in your throat.
You desperately tried not to gag as he continued to exert himself, pulling out of your mouth just to slam his length back in you again. He was using you, like a toy to release his pent-up sexual tension and unreasonable jealousy, and you could not have been more aroused.
"These lips belong to me, understand?" He grunted, punctuating his declaration with another forceful thrust into your throat.
The once defiant man now emitted sounds you had never heard before, a mix of a squeal and a moan, interspersed with gasps for air. You reached out to cup his balls through the fabric of his pants, feeling his member twitch under your tongue.
John drooled, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes tightly shut, his breath heavy, like music to your ears.
But what struck you most was the absence of his usual smirk, instead, a slight frown adorned his face as he gasped with each thrust into the recesses of your throat. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was close to release.
Profanities and shameless moans filled the quiet of the night, ensuring that the rest of the gang members close by would hear. John pulled your hair rather harshly, evidently losing control as he maneuvered your head just the way he desired.
The vibrations of your unfiltered sounds spread throughout his sensitive length, further enhancing the tingling pleasure he was feeling.
Without pause, he continued to fuck your throat with each jerk of your head, thrusting his cock down your throat just as he brought your head down to swallow him whole. Your lewd gags were the most beautiful sounds, and even more so, the thick pools of your saliva that connected your mouth to his length, the most beautiful sight.
The ache between your legs pulsed with each passing moment, the next breath that left your lungs rolling out in a trembling whine. Your skin felt as if it wanted to fly off your body into the next star system, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.
Without warning, he pushed even deeper, and you understood immediately why. His orgasm ripped through him, eliciting another prolonged groan of satisfaction as his essence coated the back of your throat.
As he finally relented, leaving a strand of saliva and semen bridging your lips, he held his still pulsating member against your face, releasing one final burst that streaked across your forehead and hair.
You gazed at John in absolute awe, your senses still reeling from him soring both your lips and throat as he gradually descended from his euphoric state.
His eyes met yours, a smoldering intensity that made your breath catch in your throat and as he looked down at you, still kneeling before him, he reached out to caress your cheek, his touch gentle. His fingers, coated with remnants of his pleasure, traced delicate, wet patterns along your skin.
You watched, transfixed, as he brought his slickened finger to your lips, wordlessly offering it to you. Without hesitation, you parted your lips, tasting the tang of his salty essence as you obediently licked his finger clean.
Then, with a teasing spark in his eyes, he spoke arrogantly, his words dripping with playful suggestion. "Now go say hi to Javier for me. He'll get the message."
''Fuck you, Marston.'' As you rose to your feet, defiance burned in your eyes, though a hint of shyness tinged your voice.
''Your wish is my command, madam.'' Before you could fully process his words or reach out to him, he moved with unexpected swiftness, seizing your face in his hands and pulling you into a passionate kiss.
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You laid on the plush bed, draped in your silky nightgown, the warmth of the crackling fire beside you seeping into your skin.
As you basked in the warmth, Javier's lips began to trail soft, tender kisses along the expanse of your thighs. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.
The lingering scent of whiskey and cigarettes clung to him, a testament to the indulgence he had partaken in at the hotel bar downstairs earlier that evening.
Despite his intoxication, Javier worshipped your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With every caress, every kiss, he took his time, exploring every inch of your skin as if it were a sacred temple to be cherished. His adoration was palpable, his actions speaking volumes of his devotion to you.
You chuckled softly as you looked into his eyes, noticing the signs of intoxication lingering in his gaze.
"You're drunk, Javi.." You remarked with a playful smile, gently teasing him as you tried to reason with him. "Maybe we should just go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
But he simply shook his head, his determination evident even in his inebriated state. "I'm not drunk," he protested with a lopsided grin, his words slurring slightly as he leaned closer to you. "Solo estoy disfrutando el momento contigo."
(t: I just want to enjoy this moment with you.'')
Despite not understanding a single word, the melodic rhythm of his speech sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but admire the way his lips formed each syllable, the passion and intensity in every word.
Lost in the moment, you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, savoring the softness beneath your touch.
''Quiero comerte entera, cariño-''
(t: I want to eat you whole, darling-)
Eventually, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you gently interrupted him, your voice barely above a whisper. "Javi, can you translate that for me?"
Instead of obliging, he simply chuckled, his eyes glistening with mischief as he leaned in closer to your body.
"Let me show you, instead." He murmured, his voice husky as he spoke.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he reached for the hem of your nightgown, lifting it slowly until it pooled around your stomach.
''Maybe we shouldn't..'' Your breath caught in your throat as you whispered, the words escaping your lips barely audible.
He just snickered, his laughter a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine, and whatever protest or remark you were going to make died down as the tip of his tongue nudged at your clit.
Your breath hitched in anticipation as you leaned back against the soft pillows, your heart pounding rapidly to the sudden touch. With trembling hands, you eagerly shuffled your legs further apart, offering him better access to your throbbing core.
You felt Javier's face burying itself between your thighs, the rough texture of his skin sending electric pulses of pleasure through your body.
The flat of his tongue started to give little kitten licks up and down your folds, each stroke sending waves of sensation coursing through you, always ending on a tantalizing drag against your sensitive pearl.
"Javi-" A little whimper escaped you, hushed and whining, as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.
His amber eyes bore into yours as you swore you could feel him smirk against you, his silent amusement adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations.
''Oh god-'' Another chaste kiss to your clit elicited a gasping breath from you, your idle hand tightening its grip in his messy black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you encouraged him to continue.
You noticed a subtle change in Javierâs movements, a newfound urgency and dedication as he worshipped your body with his mouth.
Your juices began to coat his chin as he held onto your squirming hips, his eagerness showing in the way he practically pulled you down onto his face. With each suck and lick to your clit, he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy, his ministrations becoming more fervent and desperate.
More keens and moans spilled from your lips as a graze of teeth sent bolts of pleasure through you, the sensation causing you to grind down onto his mouth in a fervour of need.
''Preciosa- fuck-'' There was a humming sound as Javier groaned beneath you, his own arousal taking over as he pleasured you.
A fog of a different kind of intoxication thickened in your mind, clouding your thoughts as you lost yourself in the throes of his lips.
With a certain tilt of your head, you caught sight of Javier jerking off his cock while he continued to devour you, his eyes half-lidded with desire as his tight fist worked up and down his length. The sight of him, slick with pre-cum fluids and swollen with the need to orgasm, only added to your own desperation for release.
The more ferociously he licked your pussy, the harder he stroked himself, his cock leaking slick from that swollen, reddened tip.
Slowly, Javier's middle finger pressed against you, the anticipation causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With a gentle but firm pressure, it slipped inside, encountering little resistance as it delved deeper. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp of pleasure, your body instinctively arching towards him as he filled you.
As his finger bottomed out inside you, a low moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the New pressure. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your arousal pooling at the point where his finger met your core.
Javier could sense the subtle changes in your body, the way your cunt fluttered and pulsed around his finger. He reveled in the feeling of you, the way you squeezed him tight, every ridge inside your plush walls a testament to your desire. With each gentle thrust of his finger, he explored the depths of your pleasure, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
He seemed to understand exactly how your body worked, his touch deliberate and calculated as he curled his finger just barely, sending you closer to your climax with each motion.
With a deft flick of his digit, he found your sweetest spot, and he didn't hesitate to exploit it. The sensation was electric, a symphony of pleasure that left you gasping for air. Again and again, he brushed against that sensitive area, each stroke consuming you whole.
You were on the brink of coming undone, your body thrumming with anticipation as Javier's touch sent ripples of pleasure cascading through you. But just as you felt yourself on the cusp, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you stunned and breathless.
Shock was displayed all over your features as Javier chuckled softly, his amusement evident all over his face.
And then, with a gentle but deliberate movement, Javier closed the distance between you, his eyes locked with yours as his hands roamed over your body.
''You're going to finish with me inside you, amor.''
As you walked towards the tranquil lake, away from the loud celebration of the gang's successful mission, the ethereal glow of the bright moon above casted a shimmering path across the water. The night air was crisp and cool against your skin, offering a welcome respite from the warmth of the fire.
Finding a secluded spot by the water's edge, you sat down and dipped your fingers into the cool, refreshing liquid, splashing it onto your face and shoulders in an attempt to wash away the remnants of the long day but before you could repeat the gesture, a pair of strong, familiar hands settled on your hips, sending a shiver down your spine.
Giggling, you turned to find Charles standing behind you, his breath heavy with the scent of whiskey. Despite his usual resilience to alcohol, it was clear that tonight's celebration had gotten the better of him. He had accepted Sean's challenge to see who could drink the most, and it seemed he had emerged on the losing end.
''Mhm, Charles-'' A whimper escaped your lips as his lips trailed along your skin with a newfound hunger, his breath hot against your neck.
Even in his inebriated state, Charles remained relatively quiet, his usual reticence undisturbed by the alcohol coursing through his veins.
However, there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor as his breath grew louder and heavier against your skin. With each kiss, his tongue teased and tantalized, promising the emergence of vivid purple marks on your skin in the morning.
A sudden gasp escaped your lips as he stumbled backwards, pulling you along with him. With a surprising agility, he managed to find purchase on a tree log, his body sinking onto it as he settled into a seated position with you straddling his thighs.
''Mm, need you, angel.'' Charles cooed softly, his touch tender as he rested his palm under your jaw. With a deft movement, he brought your face closer to his, his intent clear as he sought to capture the perfect view of your dazed eyes.
''Anything for my man.'' You whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath as you cradled his face in your hands
Wordlessly, you moved with anticipation, your hands trembling slightly as you slid down the waistband of his pants. As you did, you felt the warmth radiating from his clothed cock, the heat passing along your cheeks in a tantalizing wave.
With each inch of fabric you peeled away, the excitement grew even more as the cotton material finally wrapped around his muscular thighs.
A low hiss escaped Charles' lips as the brief contact of cold air brushed against his freed cock, causing it to spring to life with eager anticipation. The sound of it slapping heavily against his bruised stomach filled the air, echoing in the stillness of the night as the voices of your fellow gang members seemed to fade in the distance.
He was huge, his length extending well beyond his navel and the thickness of it easily comparable to your wrist.
With delicate precision, you used your fingertips to guide the hard length of him to your entrance, feeling the anticipation building with each passing moment.
As you started to sink down, the bulbous head of his cock dipped into the flesh of your labia, the pressure forcing the meaty lips to spread for him.
''Oh, my-'' A faltering breath escaped your lips as you sucked it in, a desperate attempt to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation.
The lack of good preparation made the penetration a slow and deliberate process, each inch of him breaching your body with torturous slowness. Despite it all, the searing burn that accompanied his entry, only made you bask in the intensity of the sensation, your senses consumed by the pleasure of it all.
He breached your body one agonizing fraction at a time, the pressure just giving the right amount of painful as he pushed deeper inside you.
Finally, the glans of his cock popped through the first barrier, a primal moan escaping your lips as you stilled above him. With a newfound determination, you bore down on him again, the unbidden sound of your whimpers like music to his ears.
''You feel so-, so good-''Charles responded with a deep, rumbling noise, the barely coherent words reverberating through the air only to fuel your need to please him even more.
You choked on a disgruntled squawk as he lifted his hips, forcing himself another inch or so inside you. The sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to sway above him, the tension in your loins doubling and threatening to overwhelm you.
''Mhm-'' Groaning deep in the back of your throat, you haltingly pivoted your hips, up, down, up and down.
Each movement a deliberate effort to loosen your passage and coat him in more arousal. With each motion, you felt the tension in your body ease, the sensation of him sliding against your inner walls igniting a fire within you.
As you started to lower yourself again, just a brief moment later, the penetration came easier, Charles' cock slipping effortlessly against your slickened walls until you were fully seated on his lap. With a heady sigh of pleasure, you tossed your head back, the sensation overwhelming your senses.
Taking advantage of your exposed vulnerability, Charles seized the opportunity to squeeze your breast in a tight grip, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.
''Look at you-'' He breathed, his voice heavy with adoration. ''So lovely when youâre enjoying yourself like this.''
Your whole body heaved and lurched at his praise, every single muscle in your shuddering frame locking up as you clamped down on him so hard it physically hurt.
A primal scream tore from your throat, echoing into the night sky as pure, unadulterated bliss rushed in to swarm your senses, completely overriding the faint discomfort of being stretched to the absolute limit.
In response to your climax, Charles groaned, his own pleasure evident as he let you ride out the waves of your ecstasy on his excitedly jumping cock. His hands grasped at your sides, fingers digging into the love handles he found there, holding onto you as if you were a lifeline in the midst of a storm.
Like a wild beast, you clawed at his flesh, your nails leaving red marks in their wake as you desperately sought release. His arms, shoulders, chest, anything you could reach became a canvas for your frenzied need as you bucked and spasmed throughout the throes of your ecstasy.
It was the sporadic squeezing of your cunt that finally milked the orgasm right out of him. You felt him stiffen beneath you, a grunt escaping his tightly clenched teeth as he violently twitched inside your body.
The abrupt pressure on your sweet spot had you seeing stars, your breath hitching as you swayed unsteadily on top of him, both of you lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
It took you a prolonged moment to start coming down from the blinding rush of endorphins, your senses still swimming in the aftermath of ecstasy. Each breath came short and quick, the air feeling heavy against your chest as you struggled to regain your composure.
Your skin was sticky with sweat and it effectively glued you to him, making even the simple act of lifting your head a taxing effort.
As you laid there, basking in the warmth of his embrace, you became aware of Charles gently petting your head, his touch a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves.
His fingers traced delicate patterns through your hair, smoothing down the unruly strands with a tenderness that brought a smile to your lips.
"Should I go thank Sean for this?" You murmured tiredly, the words slipping from your lips in a hazy whisper.
In response, Charles mumbled softly, his voice laced with warmth and affection, "Mhm, funny if you think that I'm gonna let you go anytime soon." The words were spoken with a hint of playfulness, the alcohol clearly waking him up instead of the opposite.
Summary: Itâs in the way Tangerineâs jaw tightens; in how he yanks the cigarette from his lips and flicks it away rather than savoring the last drag. Itâs in the way he yanks your car door open, snaps, âIn,â Rather than hold it open for you with a wink like he usually does. Raymond trails you all the way to the car, giving Tangerine a knowing, scathing look over the top of his glasses before he turns down to you with a warmer, far more hospitable gaze.
You know itâs a mistake as soon as it happens. You and Tangerine arenât exclusive, of course. Youâre certain heâd balk if you ever called him your boyfriend, your significant other, or anything of the sort. Heâs your fuckbuddy, and thatâs that.
But heâs also a possessive little fucker. So you realize that the second he sees you with Raymondâthe second he clocks your rumpled, untucked blouse and his ruffled hairâheâll know.
You can see that he does. Itâs in the way Tangerineâs jaw tightens; in how he yanks the cigarette from his lips and flicks it away rather than savoring the last drag. Itâs in the way he yanks your car door open, snaps, âIn,â Rather than hold it open for you with a wink like he usually does. Raymond trails you all the way to the car, giving Tangerine a knowing, scathing look over the top of his glasses before he turns down to you with a warmer, far more hospitable gaze.
âLovely doing business with you,â Raymond says. Maybe he knows heâs twisting the screws. Maybe he had been able to tell beforeâfrom the way that Tangerine watches you, from how his tone would soften as he turns from speaking to Lemon to speaking to you. Maybe Raymond can tell, and truly didn't care as he bent you over his desk in the Lore of the Land, just after youâd finished talking business. Youâll likely never know. So for now, you just give him a smile and grit out your thanks.
Raymond nods and turns his gaze to Tangerine, shutting your door gentlyâthe exact antithesis of Tangerineâs behavior just moments ago. You watch as he and Raymond share a contentious gaze before Tan is rounding the car to get into the driver's side. You flinch just a touch as he slams the car door shut and starts up the car. You glance at Lemon over your shoulder, and find him pointedly avoiding your gaze.
The ride back to the safe house is uncomfortably silent. You turn on the radio once, and hear three solid notes of Queen's Don't Stop Me Now before Tangerine's hand shoots out, whacking off the power again. When you look at him, he keeps his focus set staunchly through the windshield.
That's bad.
Usually he'll at least shoot you a wink and a smile before refocusing on the road. Now, you just get a good view of his tense jaw, his harsh expression, and one short, irritated sniffle.
--
Tangerine's out of the car first. You don't move; you don't even flinch when the car door slams shut again.
"...I'm just gonna sleep in here," You say after a moment. Lemon snorts.
"That's not gonna solve anythin'. He'll just come an' find you."
You groan, kicking your feet childishly before you finally get out. You shut the door, rounding the car to Lemon's side and looking up at the large, dark townhouse that you've rented for your short stay in London.
"...I'm gonna get some chips," Lemon says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, great! I'llâ"
"Go see if Tan wants anythin', will you?" Lemon plows on, beginning to wander away. "Text me. Thanksâand good luck."
You puff out an irritated breath, watching him go. You consider going somewhere else yourself, but a little bit of you knows that you're probably better off just taking your lumps now.
 --
You can hear Tangerine upstairsâstomping from room to room, opening and closing doors, cabinets. You sigh heavily, shrugging out of your coat and kicking your shoes off. You hang the coat up on one of the hooks, double-check that you've locked the door, and then make your way upstairs.
As you round onto the landing, you spy Tangerine out of the corner of your eye, heading down the hall. For a moment, you consider following him. Then you turn, heading into the kitchen instead. You can probably get a drink in before he loses his sweet mind on you.Â
You pour one for each of you. Hell, if he doesnât drink it, you will. You push yourself up onto the counter, swinging your feet. You hear him stomping his way down the hall, then it goes quiet. You can feel his looming presence as he waits in the doorway. You donât turn to meet his gaze; you donât ask if he wants his drink. You just take a sip of yours. Tangerine brushes past you, taking up his glass. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him throw it back before he slams the glass down. You spare him a scathing glance before taking another sip from your glass.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â He spits.Â
âIâm not sure what you mean.âÂ
âOh, youâre not.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âReally.âÂ
âNot a clue.âÂ
âYouâre going to pretend that nothing happened?âÂ
âWhat exactly do you think happened between myself and Mr. Smith?âÂ
Tangerine rounds to stand in front of you. Youâve no warning before heâs shoving his hand up your skirt. You suck in a nervous breath, but donât move otherwise, even as he spears two fingers into your still-slick, tender cunt. He crowds closer as your pussy throbs around the intrusion.Â
âYouâre gonna tell me youâre this wet just from him holdinâ a fuckinâ door open for ya?â Tangerine glowers at you down the end of his nose. âHm? Youâre really gonna tell me that?âÂ
â...Depends.â
âOn?âÂ
âWhether or not youâd believe it.âÂ
Tanâs expression closes off, eyes going dark, and mean. He begins to pump his fingers roughly, palm grinding against your clit. Your lips part in surprise, hips jolting into his touch.Â
âAh no. No no,â He shakes his head. âYou anâ I both know what the fuck you did.âÂ
âAnd you and I both know that I can fuck whoever I goddamn waâant,â Your breath hitches in your throat as Tangerine gives a particularly rough shove of his fingers.Â
âSweet that you think that, sweetheart.âÂ
Tangerine raises his other hand to grasp your throat. He draws you close by it, forehead knocking against yours. He draws your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a harsh tug before he draws his head back.Â
âTake my cock out,â He orders. You reach down, working at his button and zip, hissing as Tangerineâs fingers flex around your throat.
âWhatâd you do for him? Huh?â Tangerine asks.Â
âWho says I did anything for him?â You ask, grasping Tangerine and giving him a few strokes. âMaybe he did it for me.âÂ
âWould explain why your cuntâs so slick. What, he slobber all over it?âÂ
âSlobber has to be the most unsexy word in the English language.âÂ
âWhat, ahead of moist?âÂ
âI donât think moist is actually all that badâSonofabitch,â You draw in a gasp as Tangerine draws his fingers out of you, pinching your clit. You try to squeeze your legs shut, but Tangerine muscles between them, shifting from foot to foot.Â
âYou gonna give me any more lip?âÂ
âI think thatâs almost guaranteed, Tan, yeah.âÂ
âChrist aliveâYou just never know when to stop, do ya?âÂ
âNever have a good reason toâoo,â You hiss as Tangerine draws you across the counter, shoving his cock into you without warning or hesitation. âFucking hell.â You reach out, curling your fingers in the fabric of his waistcoat.Â
âThere are those sweet words I like so much. You woo âim with those, too?â Tangerineâs words are punched out word by word, matched thrust for thrust. You whimper at his harshness, and the way his hand slips from your throat to squeeze the nape of your neck. Itâs a treatment youâve only ever been privy to when a job has gone wrong, or very nearly wrong. In your estimation, this had been a pretty calm interaction. Youâd gotten in and out in one piece; youâd even managed to make a friend, in a senseâthough Tangerine clearly hadnât warmed to Raymond the way that you had.Â
âWhat was he like? Huh?â Tan grunts, âDid he fuck you like this?âÂ
âN-No,â You mumble.Â
âNo?â
âNn-nn.â You let your lips curl into a malicious smirk. âHe did it better.âÂ
âFuckingââ Tangerine pulls out of you, yanking you off of the surface and turning you around. He shoves you into the counter, bending you over hard marble and driving into you. Your breath punches out of you, head bowing forward. Youâre glad he turned you around; he canât see your giddy grin. You knew heâd take the bait. Youâre certain you could come like this, butâ
You whine as Tangerine pulls out. You begin to turn to look at him, to ask, but he presses his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you down over the counter with a grumbled order of, âStay the fuck there.â His voice is breathy, and low. You can hear his heavy breathing, and the slick stroke of his hand on his cock. You draw in a whimper, fingers flexing against the counter as you feel his cum splatter across your plumped, heated pussy. You wriggle, toes curling in your shoes.Â
âGimme your phone,â He orders. You fish into your pocket of your jacket, passing it over before Tangerine plucks ut out of your hand. You swipe your tongue across your lips.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
Tangerine doesnât answer for a moment; you just feel him shoving your skirt up, followed by the sound of the camera shutter clicking a couple of times. Then the skirt is dropped back down, and you hear the tapping of Tangerine typing.Â
âWhat are you doing, Tangerine?âÂ
âShowing your friendâŠâ He tosses the phone onto the counter beside your head. âWho you belong to.â You flinch as he slaps your ass roughly, and you feel the heat of him falling away. âGet yourself cleaned up, love.âÂ
You push yourself up on shaking arms as you hear him walking away. You turn your head, eyeing the photo sent to Raymondâs contactâTangerineâs hand, his signet ring fully visible, grasping your skirt and displaying your cum-splattered cunt. You shiver, bowing your head forward as embarrassment flashes through you. Itâs heightened as your phone flashes with Raymondâs incoming call. You donât dare not answer him. You reach out with a shaking hand and tap to accept the call before raising it to your ear.Â
â...Bring him to the address Iâm going to send you,â Raymond orders.Â
âI have to get cleaned upââÂ
âDonât. Just come over here.âÂ
âNow?âÂ
âNow.âÂ
--Â Â
You mumble your thanks as Raymond passes you a glass of scotch. You donât take a sip right away. You just shift from foot to foot as you lean back against his counter. Raymondâs home is just like his desk at the Lore of the Landâpristine, neat, with everything in its place. Raymond shoots you a wink as he turns back toward you, and you have to bite back a smile.Â
Tangerineâs watching closely, and youâve been in enough trouble today as it is.Â
You watch as Raymond rounds to where Tangerine is sitting at Raymondâs dining room table, proffering a glass to him as well. Tangerineâs gaze darts between it and Raymond; you can see his eye twitching a touch at Raymondâs boozy little olive branch. When Tangerine doesnât take it, Raymond sets it down on the table in front of him with a mutter of, âRight.âÂ
Then Raymond turns, heading back toward the kitchen. He stops between the two of you, tucking his hands into his pockets.
âI seem to have ruffled a few feathers.âÂ
âYou didnât ruffle anythingââ You start to insist.Â
âThat shit we handled with you anâ Pearson, she wasnât partâa the deal,â Tangerine cuts over you.
âI didnât think that she was.â Raymondâs brows raise. He seems more amused than annoyed; Tangerine seems like heâd like to rip Raymondâs head off just about now.Â
âAnd I didnât act like I was,â You counter.Â
âIf Iâd known thatâŠassociating with your colleague wouldâve made such an impact on your moodâŠâ Raymond smiles, leaning against the counter beside you, âI wouldâve done it twice.âÂ
You scoff a laugh, unable to help it. âYouâre not making this better.âÂ
âWho said I was trying to?âÂ
âWow.âÂ
âAlrighâ,â Tangerine hops up, grasping the glass of scotch and draining it before slamming it down so hard that youâre certain itâll crack. âWeâre going.âÂ
âI think you ought to stay,â Raymond says. âI could teach you a thing or two.âÂ
âThere is not a goddamn thing you could teach me.âÂ
âI think there are a few things that I could teach you.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âHow to treat a lady, for one.âÂ
âYou think I donât know how to treat my girl?âÂ
âYour girl?â Raymond repeats, brows tipping up as he glances between the two of you. âOhâŠThatâs not what she told me.âÂ
Panic and arousal surge through you as Tangerineâs gaze snaps toward you, eyes narrowing a touch. You just give a little shrug, raising your glass to your lips and taking a sip.
âDid you get cleaned up?â Raymond asks, glancing toward you. You shake your head. Raymond hums thoughtfully, holding his hand out to you. You hesitate, glancing warily toward Tangerine before you set your glass aside, taking Raymondâs hand. You let him lead you to the table, biting your lip as he nods for you to sit on the edge of it. You settle down, scooching back and letting him push your legs wide.
âNow,â Raymond slides his hands up over your bare thighs, âTypically, I do not abide by mess.â Â
âYou told me not to clean up,â You pout.
âI did. I think we could teach your friend a lesson.â
âA lesson,â Tangerine repeats, shifting from foot to foot and folding his arms across his chest. âYou fuck âer once and you think youâve got the lay of the land? You think she knows what she likes?âÂ
âNot at all,â Raymond smiles, fingers stroking over your plumped, tender cunt. âI know what she needs.âÂ
If you were a touch less tense, youâd be able to laugh at the way Tangerine goes red with irritation.Â
âYou donât know jack shit, mate,â He seethes.Â
âOh?â Raymond glances up at you, shooting you a wink. âWell, why donât you come and show me what I donât know.âÂ
Itâs all Tangerine needs before heâs practically charging across the room and shoving Raymond out from between your legs. Raymond hardly wobbles as Tangerine drops into the chair in front of you. You yelp as he grasps you by the hips, tugging you to the edge of the table and diving in. You draw in a gasp, eyelids fluttering as Tangerine laps hungrily at you. Your gaze flickers to Raymond, grinning as he rounds to lean down beside you.Â
âIs that what you needed?â He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. You smile hazily, tipping your chin up pleadingly.Â
âYes, Raymond.â
Raymond smiles, catching your lips in a kiss. You prop yourself up on your hands, wobbling just a touch as you raise one to cup his bearded cheek. You suck his plush lower lip with a soft sigh, parting your lips to tease his tongue with yours. You groan as you feel Tangerine draw back.
âOi!â He barks, âThe hell is it worth being down âere if youâre just gonna suck faââÂ
Tangerine doesnât finish his argument as you feel him pressing sharply against your cunt again. You turn your head from Raymondâs engrossing kisses, eyes widening at the sight of Raymondâs palm resting on the back of Tangerineâs head, shoving him down. You scoff out a stunned laugh as Raymondâs fingers tighten in Tangerineâs hair. You hinge forward as you feel Tangerine moans against you.Â
âI didnât think heâd take this from anyone,â You admit, shifting and propping one of your feet up on the table and easing your hips down against his lips. Raymond hums, nuzzling your jaw.Â
âPeople like him can talk a big game, but they need someone to answer to.âÂ
âAnd that someone is you?â You tip your head to the side, raising your brows. Â
âRight now,â Raymond smiles. âBut if you play your cards right, it could be you.âÂ
âIâm usually the one taking orders.âÂ
Tangerine draws back with a sucking kiss, grunting. âSheâs bloody good at it, too.âÂ
You pout, reaching down and giving his forehead a gentle push.Â
âIâm right here, asshole.âÂ
âBe kind,â Raymond urges, squeezing the nape of your neck in a tender scolding. âHeâs a little mouthy, but heâs a good boy who cleans up his messes.âÂ
âDonât call me a boy,â Tangerine hisses.
âDonât act like one,â Raymond bats back without blinking an eye. He just shoves Tanâs head back between your thighs, and you jump at the bristly scrape of his mustache, unable to help the way your thighs tense and twitch around his head. You expect more of a fight, but Tangerine just grasps your thighs, fingers tightening around your hips as he groans against your slick, heated flesh.Â
âDo you think you can handle it?â Raymond asks against your jaw.Â
âHandle what?â You breathe, and your head spins as he tips his chin up, murmuring low in your ear:
âBoth of us.âÂ
--Â Â
Itâs not the fight you imagined. Tangerine has fallen in line just as well as you have, and is on far better behavior than you could've ever imagined. He hisses through his teeth as you blink hazily up at him, your lips parted and your jaw dropped as he eases his cock in and out of your panting mouth.Â
You hear tandem groans, and you arch your back, tipping your hips down toward Raymond as he eases into your aching pussy. He shushes you softly, fingers skimming over your supple hips and gently nudging you to settle back down onto the table. Itâs a struggle; your torn between obeying his command and fucking down against his length. You whimper as Raymond begins to fuck you with long, languorous strokes. Itâs an almost lazy punctuation to the way that Tangerineâs hips thrust and jerk, spearing his dick into your mouth.Â
âSlow down,â Raymond counsels as he draws his cock back, lingering with the tip tucked snugly in your cunt, âYouâll pop before sheâs anywhere near.âÂ
You turn your head from Tangerine, letting him slip from your lips as you peer up at Raymond, quipping, âHe usually does.â The words are hardly out of your mouth before youâre yelping, knees jolting around Raymondâs hips as Tangerine slaps one of your tits sharply, growling,Â
âCheeky.âÂ
âDickheaââ You hardly get it out before Tangerine grasps your head, shoving his cock back between your lips. You whine as you feel Raymondâs hands plant on either side of you, his hips beginning to punch more harshly, despite their slowed thrusts. You raise a hand, grasping Raymondâs forearm tightly as your body fights to recognize and categorize every feeling rippling through you. Itâs difficult to focus. Thereâs heat all around you; your mouth is heavy with Tangerineâs weight, your lips stretching with his girth, your tongue, thick with his taste; your cunt stretches and aches as Raymond measures and doles out his thrusts with even, steady, measured composure.Â
You want to rattle Raymond. Itâs not fair that you can so reduce Tangerine to wanton neediness, but seem to have no such effect on Raymond. Why canât you shake him? Why canât youâ
Your mind turns to static as Tangerine makes you gag, and Raymondâs cock brushes a spot inside you that makes you keen and throb. Youâre soâso full. Youâve never felt so terribly overwhelmed, so horribly distracted while having sex. Tangerine is wonderful on his own, of course, and has been a taskmaster in his own right, but he shows an almost childish impertinence now in the way he shoves into your mouth with a force that has spit and precum spilling from the sides of your parted lips. Raymondâs measured pace is almost more of a hindrance than a help. His counter-pace is driving you to distraction. You canât bring yourself to time your movements to Tangerine or Raymondâs thrusts. Youâre caught too sharply in between. Youâreâscrambled. Tangerine is in a race to the finish line; Raymond seems to have all the time in the world. Youâre just grasping to each of them in desperation, practically struggling to breathe, let alone respond to the way the two of them use you so thoroughly.Â
âYouâre going to bust, arenât you,â Raymond asks him almost boredly. Tangerine doesnât even argue, just groans as his grip tightens in your hair. You splutter and choke, eyes watering as his hips rabbit, and his cock spills down your throat. You tighten your grip on Raymond, on the only thing anchoring you. Tangerine groans low in his throat, hips jittering before he plops back into a seat with a panting gasp. He doesnât remain stationary for longâRaymond reaches out, gripping Tangerineâs head and steering him toward your still-stinging nipple. Tangerine seems to almost stumble out of his seat, hands planting roughly beside your body as he swirls his tongue around the pebbled flesh.Â
--Â Â
Itâs almost mesmerizing, the way Raymond takes you apart. A single strand of hair springs loose from his neat style; his cheeks tinge pink from exertion; the swell of sweat makes his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. Now and again, his tongue sweeps over his plush lips before they part in a shuddering pant.Â
Heâs rattled, just a little. It makes you preen, and arch down into his touch, tipping your head back to allow Tangerine more room for his bruising nips, and sucks, and kisses. He doesnât let up, even as you grasp and tug his hair with a warning groan.Â
âTook so long for fancy-pants to send you off, mm?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
âShouldâve told me you were such a soft-touch. Needed a little pamperinâ.âÂ
âI donât need to be pamperedâOh!â You shriek as Raymond lands a stinging whack to your hip.Â
âBe nice,â Raymond tuts as he thumbs one of your tender nipples.Â
âI am being nice,â You whine. âHeâs being an ass.â
âSuch pretty words from such a messy mouth,â Tangerine coos. You whimper despite his taunts, tightening your grasp on his hair and on Raymondâs forearm as the coiling feeling in your stomach winds tighter and tighter. Your hips tip down against Raymond, and against his attentive, slick fingers as he swipes them over your throbbing clit. Your orgasm wells up slowly, and you moan as you cum. The sensation seems to ripple through you, your jaw dropped in heated want as your cunt ripples around Raymondâs cock.
Youâre vindicated by the grunt that seems to be punched out of him, and the way his cock pulses and twitches. The heat and slickness of his spend makes your nails rake down over his forearm. He hums softly, bowing over you. You shiver as he presses a kiss to the other side of your neck.Â
âAtta girl,â Raymond murmurs. âIs that what you needed?âÂ
âMhm,â You hum high in your throat, heavy eyelids dropping as you nod dazedly. Raymond squeezes your hip, giving you a moment before he draws back.Â
âFuck,â You breathe as he spreads your thighs.Â
âTangerine,â He urges. You watch as he grasps the back of Tangerine's neck, steering him back between your thighs. You jump at the first brush of his tongue, jolting up and eyeing Tangerine as he laps at your aching cunt, and Raymondâs spend.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âReminding him,â Raymond murmurs, brushing his beard roughly against your neck, âWho you belong to.âÂ
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