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He chuckles breathlessly. "How flattering--"

His thoughts are immediately cut off by Jay's growling. With a groan he rolls his eyes shut and tips his head back into the cushions.

Jay curls his tongue, grinning warmly at Emcee's reaction.

He finally gets the sim card out and slips it into his cuff. The rest he tosses into the bin. All without breaking stride.

Emcee hooks a leg over Jay's shoulder, rocking his hips a little. He pants heavily, running one hand through his own hair and the other through Jay's.

"I wonder if I should come before or after Alice returns," he muses with delirious amusement.

He...doesn't expect Jay to answer that. At least, not with words.

Jay purrs warmly, taking his deep. The sparkle in his eyes implies it's very much up to Emcee. However if he wants to hold on, Jay plans to make him work for it.

He half-chuckles, half-moans, the look in Jay's eyes sending a wave of delight through him just as much as that purr reverberates through his entire body.

"Oh, fuck it," he whimpers, his head lolling, his hips writhing. "She'll get to hear it anyway if she doesn't see it."

He doesn't mind either way.

"Keep going darling... Oh god, yes..."

Jay purrs again and takes him deep and hard. When Emcee comes, Jay plans for it to be loud.

Alice lets herself in, placing their drinks in the table. She comes over to touch Emcee's cheek softly, her satin glove cool. "May I kiss you?"

This...this is decadence.

He turns his face toward Alice, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his red lips parted with every pant of breath.

"Of course, darling," he murmurs with a languid smile. "Whatever you desire."

She rests one knee on the couch, curling her fingers around his chin to draw Emcee up into a slow, sensual kiss.

Her other hand rests over his, in Jay's hair as Jay takes him deep, determined to make him cum.

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Yes.

Emcee moans into the kiss, returning it with a burning hunger that Jay stokes with every pull of his mouth.

He slips a hand around Alice's waist, splaying it flat at the small of her back. They become linked in a most picturesque threesome.

Emcee's tongue winds around hers as Jay's works his cock. His hand fists in Jay's hair, hips jerking to meet his lips. He whimpers desperately, his breathing quick and shallow and hot against Alice's cheek.

"So passionate." Alice sighs, drawing back just enough to look into Emcee's eyes. She rubs the pad of her thumb over his lips, the satin of the glove warming with his rapid breaths. "Let me see you. Let me see you give in to him."

He can only huff out a low, breathy chuckle as if to say, Always.

And then at her request, which sends an added thrill up and down his spine, his eyelids flutter shut. His head rolls back with a moan, his back arching.

With each exhalation, his moans grow louder and louder. He's not holding back anymore, he can't. Jay's mouth is too relentless, and Alice's presence, watching him, breathing near him, is such a fucking turn-on.

"Oh, Jay," he pants, his throat constricting. "Darling-- I'm going-- I'm going to--"

Come.

And he does, hard, his entire body going rigid as if electrified, and he cries out with unmistakable joy.

Jay purrs a note of approval and swallows and swallows and swallows, moaning around Emcee at the picture before him.

Alice kisses Emcee, her lips open to drink in his joy. "Lovely." She sighs, leaning back a little as Jay pulls off to lick him clean. She bites the tip of one finger, pulling the glove off with her teeth in a slow tease. She reaches down to run a finger over Jay's swollen lips, catching a drop of cum. She licks it off, slowly. Grinning like the cat who got the cream. "Hmm."

Emcee lays there, exhausted, bonelessly slouched with his knees spread wide as Jay finishes him off. He receives Alice's kiss as if he thirsted for water.

And then he watches her, blinking slowly. She's an erotic dream personified, and she keeps his senses buzzing as he comes down.

With great effort, he sits up. Taking a handful of Jay's hair and tugging his head back, he kisses him deeply. Tasting himself on his lips and tongue.

Alice watches them kiss, still sucking the salt from her fingertip. "Magnificent."

She stands slowly, adjusting her skirts with a long stoke over her hips and down her front. Her lips curl in a soft sigh. She's very hot right now. Just watching them.

Emcee breaks the kiss with a sigh, and licks his own lips, raking his teeth over the bottom one. He flops back onto the sofa, raising his arms over his head in a languid stretch, unconcerned that his trousers are still undone.

His dark lashes flicker as he casts a gaze up and down Alice's body.

And then he smiles, meeting her eyes.

"Do you want me?" he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

"Very much." Alice purrs, eyes tracing the shape of his lips. "But I'm on the clock right now."

Idly running his fingers through Jay's hair, and with his leg up on Jay's shoulder, he keeps him close. Jay will have to get comfortable there.

"You can't take a little break? Not even for me?" he asks Alice, temptingly, seductively.

Jay is perfectly comfortable there, licking his lips and keeping quiet while they play.

Alice leans into Emcee, lips brushing his ear. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" She moves his hand out of Jay's hair, moving to straddle Emcee's lap. The short pinafore pools around her thighs as she presses down against him. Wearing nothing beneath and very wet. She reaches back to run her own hand through Jay's hair, keeping him there against her rear.

A rough purr rumbles in his throat when she settles on his lap.

He removes the mesh glove on his right hand, then slides both hands up her thighs, past the garters of her stockings under her skirts.

"Oh, you know," he murmurs, "perhaps just something to tide you over until you do get off."

Pun intended, of course.

"Keep taking." She purrs, lifting herself slightly to makes his touch easier.

"And you," She pulls Jay's hair lightly. "Get those hands somewhere useful."

Jay chuckles softly from behind her. His hands under her skirts to massage the curves of her ass.

"Mmm, why talk with my mouth, darling," he purrs with special emphasis on mouth, "when I could let my fingers do it for me..."

He holds her gaze as he slips his bare hand between her thighs, cupping her. His hand is smooth and slender, almost feminine, and his touch is elegantly confident.

She's just as soft and smooth, utterly hairless under his hand. The touch makes her moan, a rich smokey sound as she presses her hips forward to the touch. "You're a smooth talker, Mr Emcee. And I think later I'll find better uses for that silver tongue of yours."

"My tongue will be at your service," he says, his voice low and velvety, as he slowly slips his middle finger inside her. With a subtle but deft curling motion, he strokes her, as if playing her right in the palm of his hand.

She arches into him, eyes hooded and dark as she smothers a moan.

Resting the riding crop across his shoulders, she rocks slowly, her hips rolling like soft waves. "Good boy." she purrs. "Show me how good you are."

"Ooh," he hums breathily, blinking down at the riding crop, and then back up to her face with a spreading grin.

"Does it count if I'm good at being bad?"

He slides another finger into her, his palm pressed against her mound, giving her something to rock against. His strokes effortlessly match the movement of her hips.

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