Page 15 of Clandestine

Her eyes light up from his praise.

“You two wanna clean her up?” I’m craving the feeling of watching the three of them together.

“Do you mind if I clean you up?” He looks at her like she could shatter him to pieces, and I know it to be true.

“Yes, but…” She turns to Sydnee. “I want to taste you, too. Maybe you need to be cleaned up too?”

Sydnee’s breathing stops for a moment, but Jackson doesn’t waste a second pulling Hale off the table and laying her on the next closest one. He begins lapping at the same pussy my tongue just devoured.

“Are you sure?” Sydnee asks, and Hale nods, her bottom lip pulled tight by her teeth. Her eyes are full of nothing but lust and excitement.

Sydnee unbuttons her jeans and slides them down her body, followed by the boy short panties she’s wearing. I watch as this undeniably hot woman mounts the table and places her knees on either side of my stepsister’s head, slowly lowering herself onto Hale’s face.

“Just tell me if I’m not doing it right, okay?” she says as she looks up to Sydnee. Sydnee nods, lacing her fingers into Hale’s hair as her pussy meets her tongue.

She instantly throws her head back in response, and I nearly come in my pants from the sight. I begin to stroke in rhythm with Jackson’s fingers inside Hale’s tight cunt.

Jackson doesn’t stop. He doesn’t move quickly. He takes his time, like we all should, with the girl we’ve wanted for years. He licks and kisses her pussy, worshipping her over and over again, and damn, if it isn’t kinda fucking romantic. Well, as romantic as polyamorous oral sex on a table at a diner in the middle of fucking Ohio can be.

When I see her back begin to arch again and her whimpers become audible from between Sydnee’s legs, I know she’s giving him an orgasm too. I feel the pleasure build in my spine, and I never take my eyes off the three of them as my cum spills in ribbons against the booth seat.

Sydnee doesn’t move, though. She grinds against Hale’s face, chasing her own orgasm while Hale coasts through hers. When Hale’s hands come up and grip her hips, I can see the moment pleasure overtakes Sydnee too. She moans and writhes above my girl, looking down into her eyes with her mouth in the shape of an ‘O.’

I let Jackson help Hale off the table so she doesn’t drag herself through the wetness while buttoning my pants.

Once she's on her feet again, she looks to him, an innocently dazed expression on her face.

“But you didn’t come?”

He chuckles. “Oh, baby. I came in my fucking pants because of you.”

It takes everything in my power not to be jealous of him for causing the blush that coats her cheeks.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ You’re a fucking vision, and I couldn’t help myself.” Jackson holds her face tenderly and kisses her forehead.

Our girl looks exhausted in the best way, and I know we don’t have long left before she gets cranky.

“But I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” Hale pouts in Jackson’s arms. He’s holding her bridal style with her arms wrapped around his neck, clearly worn the fuck out.

“We’ll get it to go, brat,” I tell her, looking over to Jackson before I continue. “You go ahead and take her and Sydnee out to the car. I need to make some calls to get this cleaned up, and I have food to pay for.”

Jackson nods before carrying Hale out with Sydnee in tow, and I watch as our security opens the door for the three of them before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing the get-us-out-of-trouble number.

ELEVEN

SYDNEE

Per usual, I crack my eyes open before everyone else does. I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to sleep if it wasn’t for how thoroughly exhausted I was after a long travel day, coupled with last night’s, well, unexpected events. When I look to my left, I see Hale sleeping mostly on top of Jackson, with Colby’s arm wrapped over the top of her body. Hale’s left arm lays over my chest with her fingers sprawled on my skin.

She looks like a thoroughly fucked angel. If I thought I could pull her off of Jackson without waking the two testosterone-filled idiots clinging to her, I would.

I shake that thought loose and settle on a shower. The water is freezing when I first turn it on, so I stand in front of the mirror, still letting my eyes adjust to the light.

As I’m checking the temp with my fingers, a sleepy Hale pads into the bathroom, trailing the entire king-size bed sheet behind her with how it’s wrapped around her body.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she yawns and nods in my direction. “You sleep okay?”

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