Page 84 of The Interview
She groans.
“Come up here,” I hear Maca order.
Jessie straddles him, and he lifts her to his face. Moving to the side of the bed, I roll on a condom before squirting lube onto the top of her arse crack. She leans forward, spreading her legs wider. I push four fingers inside her as Maca sucks on her clit. Then he flips her, moves her around, so they’re in a sixty-nine position with her on top.
Using my palm, I push down between her shoulders and watch as she wraps her hand around Mac’s cock before sliding it back between her lips.
Moving my hand to her hair, I grip it, holding her head down till she gags. I fucking love that sound.
Lining myself up, I push my cock inside her tight, drenched pussy to the sound of “Slow Hand” by The Pointer Sisters.
She sucks, Maca sucks, and I fuck. We do this for what might be seconds, but could be days. It feels fucking amazing, and then Mac is moving her again.
Me and Jess watch as he rolls on a condom before she straddles him and lowers herself down.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That feels nice.” Holding onto her hips, he pumps into her.
Once again, I move in behind her. With my hand between her shoulders, I again coax her forward: head down, legs spread wide. I watch as she rides Mac’s cock, watch as he slides in and out of her, the condom glistening with her juices, and debate whether I want to be in there, too, or if I’d rather take the other hole she’s currently offering up.
“Spread for me, baby. Let me see that tight little arse of yours,” I order.
She follows my instructions, groaning as Maca sucks on one nipple while pulling at the other.
“Her pussy tight, Mac?” I ask.
“Tight and wet.”
“You reckon I’ll fit?”
Jess groans and instinctively spreads her legs wider. With more lube and a little manoeuvring, we eventually make it work.
We fuck till we come.
Then we drink and smoke.
We sleep for a while, then fuck again.
With the blackout blinds drawn, we lose track of time, order food when we’re hungry, and sleep when we’re tired. Then we fuck in between.
Right now, Maca’s flat on his back asleep. I’m just about to push inside Jessie’s arse when a phone rings. The ringtone’s weird, unlike any hotel phone I’ve ever heard. The ringing stops before starting up again.
“Marley.”
I hear my name being called, but I’m not sure who’s calling it.
“Marls. G’s on the phone.” I feel a dig in my ribs, forcing me to open my eyes.
“What the fuck?” I groan while blinking my wife into focus.
She hands me her mobile. “G’s been calling. She needs to talk to you.”
“What the fuck?” I repeat, my hand going straight to my dick, because I’m a bloke, and that’s just what we do when we wake up. We check to make sure the crown jewels are still where they should be, or just to reposition the usual boner that’s waiting for us.
Ash raises her brows as her hand goes to her hip.
“What?” I repeat. “Morning wood; I can’t help it,” I protest, feeling weird about making adjustments while my sister is on the other end of the phone. “Hello,” I croak.
“You okay?” G asks.
