~ ~ Josh ~ ~

Fucking hell.

With one hand squeezing Alex's balls, my other hand palmed my dick through my jeans in desperate need of some sort of relief, but the friction of my damp boxers made it feel like sandpaper against my unrelenting erection.

Alex's hand had found its way to the back of my head. His thick fingers dug in hard, holding me in place as his dick swelled in my mouth and it looked like I was swallowing his deposit whether or not I wanted to.

Spoiler alert: I wanted to.

And it didn't surprise me when his thighs tensed, he groaned and the first spirts of his cum hit the back of my throat.  But I would say, trying to multitask between gagging, swallowing and breathing was fucking hard work and just when I felt a swell of panic, the pressure eased up and I got some well-deserved air into my lungs. And then his hand was gone and his softening dick slipped from my lips.

My watery eyes lifted, and I blinked a few times to gauge what reaction would greet me.

Oh, no reaction. He and Ivy were kissing.

Taking a breather, gathering my scattered thoughts. I wasn't sure how that had just gone down between us.  But what I did know, Alex, the man that I knew—the one I'd grown up with, well, he had left the building. 

And if someone would have told me this morning, I would witness my best friend morph into someone I hardly recognised and that I would suck his dick down. Then I would have said they were out of their tiny minds.

Not that I was complaining. Fuck no.

Then again, perhaps I should have had some kind of clue after what went down last night, but he'd thrown me off with his, let's just forget it happened speech. So I chalked it up to the alcohol.

So this. This had thrown me through a fucking loop.

But what now?

Because I didn't want to make a fool of myself and assume anything.

Ivy and Alex stopped kissing, and he tenderly cupped her cheek before pushing up and getting off the bed. "Need a piss," he said, walking away with the same bullish confidence. And that was another thing. Bedroom Alex didn't stutter or trip over his words.

How the fuck did that happen?

My eyes followed and yeah, I tried to not to notice the way his arse flexed, but I couldn't peel my eyes from him... until. "Baby-boy?"  I heard whispered and my head whipped back around to Ivy.

"You okay there?" she kept her voice low as she moved with the grace of a cat and before I could sum up an answer, her mouth was on mine and her hand had slipped around the back of my head, holding me in place.

There was no point in resisting her. I didn't want to. So I kissed her back as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, greeting hers with a gentleness at odds with the force she claimed mine. Her kiss was aggressive. Deep. And I shuddered under her control, wanting it. Needing it.

"Hmm," she hummed, easing back, and our eyes caught. "You freaking out on me yet?"

I shook my head but had to ask, "did you plan tonight? For this to happen?" Keeping my voice low too. 

Ivy's eyes rounded. "What!? No. Alex totally went off script." Her surprise fell into a sexy smirk, her eyebrows held their arch. "It was so much better than what I had planned in my head—trust me."

I nodded. Now equally confused and turned on because it had been all Alex—even if I hadn't recognised him.

"Are you good to keep going—playing? I mean, if Alex does too?" Her smile dropped, and added. "Because we can stop it. Right now, if this is making you uncomfortable."

She would do that? "No. I'm good."

"Yea?" she singsonged with a little head wobble and then her lips were back on mine, only this kiss was softer, but no less passionate, and then Alex returned and we sprang apart.  

I looked for some kind of acknowledgment from him, but he was busy scanning the floor as he dipped and scooped his jeans up before slipping them on, but left the fly undone so they hung loosely on the hips.

Oh, okay. Both me and Ivy waited for him to say something. 

He came to stand at the foot of the bed and lifted his hand, signalling a come hither to Ivy, and she crawled to the edge of the bed and knelt up. I couldn't help but watch him. The differences. He even carried himself differently, a confidence I'd rarely seen in any man—never mind Alex. Was this some kind of alter-ego?

It looked like him, sounded like him, but equally different. I mean, sure, it's sexy as fuck. But was I any more drawn more to this version of him?

No, not really. I liked geeky, fun and shy Alex just as much.

Alex straightened his frame, the light from the open door deceitfully softening the chiselled angles of his gorgeous features.

Oh, boy. Gorgeous?   My past infatuation wasn't so much in the past right now.  But hadn't I always thought that? I'd just never seen anything beyond friendship as a possibility.

But was it an option? I mean, one hand-job and a blowjob does not equal he has any feelings other than horny. And I could see the way he looked at Ivy. Throughout dinner, his eyes hardly left her. The man had it bad. But then again, so did I.

Alex brought his thumb up to Ivy's lips and swept it back and forth along the pouty seam. The pad of his thumb tugged at the plump flesh of her mouth, encouraging Ivy to part her lips and he pressed his thumb inside.

His eyes shifted to mine with an amused expectation in them.

I wasn't sure what he was thinking as he looked at me and weirdly, embarrassment washed up my cheeks as if he had caught me watching something I shouldn't—which was ridiculous.

"W-what happens now?"  I asked. And...fuck. Did I just stutter? 

Feeling stupid and suddenly a hell-of-a-lot warmer, I shifted to the edge of the mattress and dropped my feet to the floor and pushed off the bed.

Alex took his thumb out of Ivy's mouth and slid his gaze my way. They dropped to the fucking obvious bulge in my jeans before he cocked his head sideways. Intrigue slanted his brows. "What do you want to happen, Josh?" 

My eyebrows shot up. He was asking me? "I thought this was your—" What should I call it? "—Scene? Game?"

Alex's broad cheeks rounded with a devious smile. "I did say that—didn't I?"

His gaze shifted to Ivy and then back to me. "I'm sure you've figured it out by now. I like my games a little dirtier, more on the rough side?"

Ah-huh. I nodded.

Ivy leaned up and whispered to him, but I was unable to catch what she'd said.  She pulled back and gave him a nod and he moved toward me.

I stood my ground, and he shifted to stand right in front of me and placed his big hand on the side of my neck, moving slowly so I could step back if he wanted to. I didn't want to. In fact, my lids closed and soaked up the warmth seeping into my body from that one point of contact, sucking Alex's natural body scent in my lungs like it was a drug.

"Are you okay with that, Josh?"

My eyes popped open. Umm what!? Okay with it? Sure I was okay with it. "Yeah. I'm good. Just not exactly sure what you what? But I can handle whatever you throw at me."

Something happened when I said that. To him. I meant. I wasn't sure if I could describe it other than saying he drew back, but I knew he hadn't moved a muscle. Something rippled through him though, throughout his entire body, a spasm almost and suddenly his features looked tighter, more ferocious and fucking sexy.

"You might regret saying that." He dropped his hand and licked his lips and I had to trample down the urge to touch the tip of his tongue with the tip of my finger, or better, with the tip of my own tongue.

And I seriously doubted I would regret anything when he was still looking at me—like that.

"You ready to play some more, Pretty-boy?"

And there he goes again with Pretty-boy. Was it wrong to say it turned me on? And had my dick salivating. 

"Bring it on."

He nodded slowly, scraping his thumb across his cheek. "Okay, I want you back sitting in the chair."

My stomach sank. So it did not include me in his game?

Turning his back on me, he made his way to Ivy, leaning toward her, whispering into her ear. 

I carried my heavy feet back to the chair and flopped down like some sulky teenager.  I wriggled, sitting up when Ivy laughed in that dirty way she does and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Whatever he was planning, Ivy was definitely game. 

And then they both moved, Ivy still on the bed and Alex standing, but now I had a better view as his hand shifted to her hip, his fingers curling to dig into her flesh and Ivy pulled back and nodded. Alex groaned, his eyelids lowered with lust peeking beneath the thick feathering of his lashes.

My jaw clenched and my nostrils flared as I wondered what it would feel like to have him grip me like that, experience the possessive bite he had for her.

Fuck. I had to quit it. It was dangerous to think like that.

Both sets of eyes turned to me, but it was Ivy who spoke. "Alex wants to set a scene." I nodded for her to go on. "It might look like he's hurting me, but trust me he won't and I can say stop at any time."

Okay.

Ivy smiled, wiggling her eyebrows in a tease. "Tonight, Josh. You get to be my husband and Alex here," she hummed, "well let's say you owe him a debt and Alex is taking that debt from me, whether I'm willing—" She winked. "Or not."

Wow! This was different, unexpected.  It was a whole other lever of play. "So, you have this all planned out?" My gaze ping-ponged between them.

Alex shook his head. "No. I play it by ear. You watching has changed the game a little."

"And that's what I have to do—watch?" I wouldn't deny my disappointment.

"I don't know. Just play along," he paused. "But don't ask questions. Questions will fuck up the mood."

Okay. "Got it. No talking. Just watch and do as I'm told." And a familiar thrill of excitement flushed through me at being told what to do. Alex didn't know he was unintentionally feeding my kink.

Or did he?

"Good." Alex gave a slow incline of his head and his smile grew wider... a little toothier. He reminded me of a predator. "Now relax, Pretty-boy, whilst I play with the little Wifey here."

He turned back to Ivy. "Move back for me and spread those sweet thighs." He flicked his head up. "Your husband tells me I get to take what he owes me from you." He chuckled. "Which means, sweetheart. That pussy is mine for tonight."

Fucking hell. He sounded almost menacing... and sexy as fuck.

My eyes shot to Ivy, who was glaring at Alex like she wanted to rip his balls off—was she acting? 

I honestly couldn't tell.  And to be honest, it was a bit of a mind-fuck.

"Did you not hear me? Or understand me?" he growled at her.

Fire lit up her dark browns, but she huffed and eased toward the middle of the bed and spread her thighs for him.

Alex slowly walked around the bed. "Look at me, little girl."

Ivy gritted her teeth, but did as he asked.

"What's with the frown, little girl?" He mocked, faking a pout.

"Don't call me, little girl!" she snarked back.

"What? Would you rather I call you slut? Or fuck-toy or..." he paused, cocking his head. "Whore?" Ivy's jaw dropped, and Alex turned to me. "Is you wife a whore, Josh?"

Oh, right? It was my turn to play-act. "No, she's not a whore. Don't call her that."

Alex's eyebrows rose. "You offered your wife's pretty pussy here as payment." He shrugged, curling his lip. "Sounds like you're whoring her out to me."

Playing along. "She's not a whore," I said through gritted teeth.

Fuck me. I was quite good at this acting lark.

He chuckled darkly and turned his attention back to Ivy. "I'm feeling generous tonight. Take your pick."

She looked angry, propping her hands on her hips. "Here's an idea. How's 'bout you call me by my name, Ivy?" Her glare was glacial and gave me goosebumps.

Alex threw his head back and laughed. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" He ran his thumb over his bottom lip. "Well... How's 'bout we start with you touching yourself.... Like a good little slut."

They stared at each other, it looked like a stand-off, but Alex's growl sliced through the tension "We have all-night. I ain't going nowhere, until I get what's owed.'"  He gave her second to think.  "And trust me, I'm here to take what I'm owed.  And we can do it the easy way—or the hard way, sweetheart."

Christ.  I gulped and Ivy hesitated looking at me. For what? I didn't know, but I nodded for her to do it.

"Fine!" she bristled asking in a huffy tone. "What do you want to see?"

"Nothing complicated. Show me how you touch yourself." He cocked his head. "And I don't want any of that fake porn shit you see. Make me believe it." He took a step back. "Oh, and lose the bra. Tits like those are way too fucking nice to be hiding."

I wished I could see Alex's eyes, but his stance was easy and relaxed.

Ivy snaked her hands up over her body. Her hands cupped her tits and then shifted around back and unhooked the bra and it slipped down her slim arms. Tossing the bra toward me, it landed close by. Shutting her eyes, her hands moved back to her tits, hiding them briefly before her fingers rolled and tugged at her nipples.

And fuck me, I got even harder.

She let out a breathy sigh, and I was breathing just as fast as she was.

The only one who seemed unaffected by it all was Alex.

"Spread your thighs wider," he told her.

Still kneeling up, she wobbled a little. One hand moved from her tit to balance herself. But once okay, it moved back to squeeze her tit roughly before slipping down with my eyes following...over her tummy. Lower, her fingers swept aside the tiny slip of a G-string and stroked over her clit, biting down on her bottom lip, holding back her moans. 

She was enjoying this... being watched.

And I liked watching.

Her lids closed again as her head tipped back a little, her breaths a little shallow, her chest rising and falling as her fingers strummed over the swollen nub and her other hand palmed her tit.

It didn't take long for her breaths to shift into small pants and moans, a fine sheen of sweat broke out across her chest. This wasn't an act and seeing her like that, all exposed with mine and Alex's eyes on her, was enough to heat the blood in my veins. I fucking ached to be the one sinking my fingers into her pussy. My forehead was tight, slick with sweat from the sheer pressure of keeping my arse fastened to the damn chair.

How Alex was holding onto his restraint was baffling.

Not to mention my dick was so swollen it scared me into thinking I might do myself real damage, but that also felt good in a way because I had to wait and see what would happen between these two.

Watching Ivy, she looked fucking stunning. The raspy pattern of her breaths reminded me of when she came in the club, with my mouth on her pussy. She was close.

I gripped the armrests with white knuckles as she screamed out her pleasure. Her legs trembled, and it amazed me she held her position, but then with flushed cheeks, spaced out eyes and a sexy smirk, she sank back onto the bed and said, "fuck me." Catching her breath, she propped herself up on her elbows, her stiff nipples on show.

She shuddered.

Alex clapped. "Nice." He turned to me. "Your little Wifey is good."

Wasn't she just and If I didn't know better, I would think he was being a smug bastard. Swinging his head back to Ivy, I waited for him to make him move. But he didn't. He was acting like he all the time in the world. 

Me, I was seconds away from shoving my hands down my pants and jerking myself into a frenzy.

And then he moved. He kept his jeans on and climbed onto the bed alongside her, slotting himself at her side, his long legs running down next to her as Ivy dropped back to lie flat and stared up at him.

He lowered his mouth and kissed her bare shoulder and his hand moved to cup her breast in his much larger one and pinched her nipple, just as Ivy had done.

Ivy arched, and that made him happy as he looked over at me. "Seems your Wifey here likes it when I touch her."

Ivy huffed.

Thumping my fist to my chest like some kind of caveman. "She's doing for me." I growled. "And after you're done, I'll give her something to make sure she forgets your touch." The sharpness of my tone surprised me. But, hell, might as well aim for Oscar worthy.

He smiled. "That's so, huh?" He head flipped back to Ivy. "Let him see you kiss me, like it's me you want."

Ivy gasped. "I will not kiss you. That's too personal," she protested.

His hand came up fast, gripping her chin roughly, squeezing. "You'll do whatever the fuck I ask, right?"

She struggled, and I gripped the chair arms tighter, but then she made a noise and nodded and Alex let go.

"Good, girl. Now. Try again."

"Fine. You can make me—but I won't enjoy it!" she spat out.

Alex's sinister chuckle was almost too real. "Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."

She lifted her head and looked at me, but her eyes belied the truth. She was hungry for his kiss.

"Do as he asks, Ivy." Softening my tone.  "Sooner we get this done. Sooner we can get the bastard out of here." One sharp nod and her face angled up to his, lips parting, and his his mouth captured hers.

Ivy didn't hold back, her fingers gripped his arm. And whilst I watched them kiss. I wondered what it would feel like for Alex to take possession of my mouth. 

Again, dangerous thinking, Josh.

Alex moved back, groaning, then dropped his mouth again to press his lips against her ear, speaking loud enough for me to hear. "I'm going to give you what you need. And trust me. You'll beg me for it."

"Fucking doubt that, you bastard," she threw back at him.

One blink and he was ripping off her thong. Ivy gasped and with brutal force, he stuffed two fingers hard, deep into her pussy.

Ivy flinched and her thighs clamped around his hand. "Open your fucking legs, Ivy!" his voice was low and rough.

He meticulously timed the shift in his motions, pressing ferociously on the bundle of nerves that pulsed behind her engorged clit. He knew what he was doing: locating her sweet spot in seconds, angling his wrist for optimum pressure, and Ivy cried out, her eyes widening almost in surprise.

And Christ, how she moaned and bucked against his hand.

"Give it to me," he demanded, and she did as her head tipped back on the pillow and she came. Hard. 

And, Christ. I'd never seen a woman squirt. Thought it was one of those things you only saw in porn. But fuck me. Ivy did.  And Alex's rough hands didn't stop until she looked rung out, her legs pulling up and coming together sealing his fingers inside her.

But he wasn't done yet.

"Does this dirty cunt want more, huh?" he hissed. "Dirty little sluts always want more. You a dirty little slut, Ivy?"

He was taunting her.

Ivy caught her breath. "Yes..." and her thighs dropped open as he slipped in a third finger to fuck her, not giving her any time to recover.

And then she was begging him for more.

And he fucking loved it.

And so did I, licking across my dry lips, feeling more turned on than ever.

"Please Alex," she cried out again, pushing her hips up to meet each of the savage thrusts of his fingers.

"Please what?" he grunted as his mouth moved closer and he licked her clammy cheek.

"I need more."

He was back looking at me, his smile victorious. "See told you, Pretty-boy. Your little wifey here would beg me."

I said nothing. Wasn't sure what he wanted me to say.

He was then up off the bed, stripping out of his jeans, freeing his swollen cock. "I want you on all fours. That cunt on display fo me." He wrapped his hand around his fat cock as it darkened, thick with blood, and I instinctively licked my lips.

Ivy scrambled to get into position.

"Tell your fucking husband here that you want me in that dirty little cunt," he rasped.

One.

Two.

"I want you..." she whispered.

"More," he snapped. "Look at him and tell him how fucking wet you are for me, or perhaps I'll let him see up close."

Her eyes found mine. "I'm so wet, Josh..." she said. "I want you inside me, Alex. You."

"Now let's see if this pretty cunt feels as good as it did coming on fingers."

He climbed on the bed and my eyes went wide as he hadn't put on a condom—I opened my mouth to say something but it died on my lips when his hand wrapped around her throat and the other gripped her hips and then he slammed his cock inside Ivy's needy pussy jutting her forward.

"I knew you'd be a dirty little slut," he said, not hiding his smugness.

"Yes," she answered.

"Tell him."  Slam. "How good it feels."  Slam. "Me fucking you," he told her.

Fuck. I was hot all over as my palm rubbed over my crotch, and then his eyes were on me. His hard stare engulfed me as he fucked her. My hips circled in tight little rounds, grinding my swollen dick against my hand as I fought with my self-control.

"Tell him," Alex ordered. "Tell him how fucking good it feels."

Ivy groaned as he changed his angle of fucking her. And I couldn't take my eyes off him, and how all his muscles moved and tensed.

Ivy cried out again.

"Let him hear what a good little whore you are, for me."

Christ! Who knew Alex had such a filthy mouth on him?

"Tell him," he repeated, and his voice sounded so in control, so ice calm.

And fucking hot. This might be a game. But fuck me, I'd never been so turned on or frustrated at the same time, and I fucking loved it.

"Good," she whimpered. "It feels good."

His laugh was a low rumble. "You can do better than that."

His fingers slipped down from her neck to grip onto her shoulder, giving him more leverage, pinning her in place. His hard grunts and pants filled the space between them, with each slam of his hips making her tits bounce.

And Ivy took it. Every grunt. Every thrust. And I sat there wishing it was me, on both accounts—having Alex fuck me and me fuck Ivy.

And then they both came, and I didn't know how the fuck I didn't bust a nut.

Ivy would be proud of my self-control, although truthfully, I didn't know how I managed it.

Both collapsing on the bed. Heavy breaths filled the heated air. The room felt smaller, and it seemed an age before one of them acknowledged me.

Alex rolled to lie flat on his back, pressing a hand to his chest. "So good," he blew out a breath.

Was it over?

Ivy looked well and truly fucked as she lay there, legs spread enough so I could see Alex's cum dripping from her swollen pussy.

"What now?" I finally broke the silence.

"Now?" asked Alex, and he moved to push himself up onto his elbows. His smirk was in place and I sensed we were still playing his game. "Now, Pretty-boy, you're gonna clean up your wife... using only your mouth."

Holy fuck.

My heart hammered in my chest. Did he think I would find it humiliating or degrading to eat out her pussy with his cum inside her?

A thrill shot through.

He didn't know his words were like throwing gasoline onto a burning fire.

I was up out of the chair; moving fast.  The bed dipped under my weight and I crawled closer. Ivy's eyes were on me the whole time. Lowering my face, I kissed the inside of her thigh, then ran my tongue up higher.

She shuddered.

"This what you want Ivy? Me to clean up after Alex?" Another kiss. "Eat his and your cum oozing from your pussy?"

"Yes, Baby-boy," she breathed.

I urged her legs wider and slid my hand under her arse. And then I shifted my mouth over her pussy and buried my face and with one long slow lick, I got my second taste of Alex along with Ivy's sweet cum. The tangy tartness of Ivy and the musky saltiness of Alex was better than any dessert I'd ever had.

"Well, damn, Pretty-boy." Alex's appreciative words slammed right into the heart of me. And I let my eyes close and pressed my tongue deep inside our girl and got to work.

This was as much for me as it was for Alex. And maybe I wouldn't get to fuck Ivy tonight—but this. I was good with this.