Protege(69)

Yet on the outside he appeared perfectly calm and consenting. She had a safe word and would use it if this became too much. She wasn’t panicking or breathing erratically from stress. Her eyes searched his face, seeking permission as she was pulled another step away from him as Ezra’s hands glided to her hips.

Jude nodded again and her face turned to the side as her lashes lowered, breaking the connection. He watched, cataloging every touch and tempering his emotions.

Ezra’s hands crept over her pale flesh, mapping her curves as his mouth kissed down her hip while he gracefully dropped to one knee. His friend sent his wife a signal, and she rose. While he familiarized himself with Collette, touching and kissing her belly and breasts, Lea slowly stripped her husband of his jacket and tie.

Ezra stood, pressing slightly on Collette’s shoulder, and she lowered. Lea kneeled beside her, reaching for her husband’s belt buckle and sending Collette a look of promise.

Jude walked to the bar and watched as he poured himself a drink while Lea worked her husband’s cock with her hand. She reached, her fingers curving over Collette’s and bringing them to Ezra’s crotch.

Jude’s stomach tightened so painfully his sides ached. His jaw clenched as he saw the other woman guide Collette’s head forward, and he had to shut his eyes the moment her lips parted for his friend’s cock.

Not wanting to make a scene, he gritted his teeth and finished his drink, leaving the glass on the counter as he walked to Ezra’s side. Brys was watching from the chair against the wall, a greedy look in his eyes as he bided his time.

Jude stepped beside Ezra where Collette bobbed over his cock, her expression placid and her eyes shut. Lea, who was lounging beneath the two, fondled Collette’s breasts, noticed him, and smiled, easing out from under them.

Coming to her knees beside Collette, she faced him and asked, “May I have your cock, Sir?”

Ezra’s attention never fully left his wife. Collette’s head turned, her task momentarily forgotten as she looked at the other woman and then to him. Ezra’s hand carefully guided her face and attention back to his needs. “Here, peach.”

Perhaps they all needed this not-so-subtle reminder that the current arrangement was meaningless and temporary. He had no desire to participate in any of this, no enthusiasm for what Lea offered, yet he widened his stance and shoved back his personal reservations in order to drive the point home that he was no more Collette’s than she was his. But he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, her or him.

Collette’s lips, again, closed over Ezra’s flesh, but her eyes stayed on Jude. They were clouding the experience with illusions of guilt, or at least that seemed to be the main emotion he was experiencing—that and rage. Resigning to what he had to do, he widened his stance and folded his hands at the base of his spine.

Looking directly at Lea, his tone took on an authoritative sharpness he knew she’d respond to. “Suck me hard, slut.”

Collette turned sharply and Ezra grabbed a handful of her hair this time, directing her back and giving her a warning look. She was a much gentler submissive than Lea. Lea liked being called slut and dirty names when she was submissive. However, she was also a switch, and the transition was marked. One would never call her such a name when she topped.

Her warm hands pulled at his cock and suddenly his flesh was engulfed in heat. Lea gave a very good blowjob and a man would be hard-pressed to not enjoy such attention. Gripping her hair tighter than he preferred, but knowing she needed it a certain way after years of coming to know her, he f*cked her mouth roughly.

Ezra’s panted moans and his wife’s slurping was all they could hear, and when his friend’s body jerked and shifted, Jude watched as Collette’s breasts were painted in another man’s pleasure.

His eyes closed and Lea’s nails scraped over his thighs in a slight reminder that he wasn’t done. He scowled at her and gave a sharp yank to her hair. “Problem?”

“No, Sir.”

Sometimes Lea tried to top from the bottom, but he wouldn’t allow it. He was no sub.

“Lea,” Ezra snapped. “Be a good slut and clean her up.”

With a final slurping lick, Lea turned and lowered Collette to her back. Her dark hair fanned over Collette’s body as she slowly licked at her belly and breasts. Collette’s eyes closed under the other woman’s attention. Jude couldn’t tell if she was too ashamed to show her enjoyment or if the contact wasn’t necessarily enjoyable, but she didn’t safe-word.

Brys’s bare feet stepped into his peripheral vision as the other man lowered to the floor and took hold of Collette’s ankle. His hand dragged up her leg and Jude’s entire body tensed, his breath heating like burning acid in his lungs.

Lea went to Ezra, who kissed her passionately, the two falling into each other’s arousal the way melted metal blends and re-forms more solid than ever. They were a very special couple.

“Did you like having his cock in your mouth, Collette?” Brys asked, crawling over her body, kissing her curves gently as he progressed.

Jude didn’t like hearing him use her real name. It was a name he reserved for moments weighted in consequence and significance. The other man’s use of her name made him want to hurl his body off her. But before Jude could react, Collette answered and part of him shattered.

“Yes, Sir.”