february
“Happy birthday, dear,” I whisper to him while I lean across the table and softly kiss his lips before sitting down, but he is annoyed at my delay and doesn’t answer back. I give him a quick look and look down to unfold my napkin, and he looks at me heavily and silently demands explanations, but I pretend not to notice and eye his drink. He immediately waves for the waiter and, without giving me an option, orders me some wine. The sides of my lips curl up, because this is going to be one of those nights where he tries to dominate me but will end up under me. He just doesn’t know yet. He seems angry that I am smiling, so I choose to volunteer him some explanation. “I am late because it took me longer than I expected to find your birthday present.” He wants it now. “I had it delivered to the room; I didn’t want you opening it here.” He wants to know what it is. “A toy,” I whisper. He seems content, and actually asks me if I am fine with duck. I nod, sipping on my wine, the alcohol searing through my tongue.
We do talk while we eat, but my mind is in his present upstairs, as I am sure his is. Tacitly, we skip coffee. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the elevators, and stops in a corner of the lobby to kiss me, his hand taking me by my neck, pulling my mouth over his. I do not even care if people are watching, and I run my fingers through his hair and suck his tongue into my mouth, foreign sounds being replaced by the thump of blood against my ears. He slides his other hand between our bodies and pinches one of my nipples hard. I bite his lower lip in agony when his voice finds its way into my head, as he tells me what he wants to do with me. He seems to have forgotten about the new toy. My lips curl again. He presses his cock against my stomach to show me how hard it is. I lick my lips in advance.
We behave in the elevator although it is empty, and he uses the key to open the door with a stifled hurry. I wonder how long it will take him to see her on the bed, and pretend to look for something in my purse so he enters the room first. He does, and takes three steps in before he stops, and I can read in his body the shock. When he turns his face to me, I just whisper “happy birthday” again, while the door closes with a soft, imperceptible click, right behind my back.
I cross the room between him and her and make my way to the balcony door, and outside it is early evening and the air comes in warm but smelling of rain, and I light a cigarette and watch as he regains his breath while she looks at both of us from the bed, my own breath erratic and nervous. He starts laughing and sits on the drawer in front of the bed, and she laughs with him and they both look at me, and I just shrug my shoulders and laugh as well, and jazz comes into the room from I don’t know where, and suddenly we are all quiet and languid. The smoke leaves my lungs in spirals; he walks towards me and, taking the cigarette from my hand, nudges me towards her naked body.
“Unwrap it,” he says. “Unwrap my present for me.” My eyes find her and we are both smiling, and her lips are scarlet as the wine I had with diner; her face levels with mine as she kneels in bed and I look down at her bare breasts, her nipples as fair as the rest of her skin, a tuft of red hair the only color between her semi open mouth and the sheets. I run my hands from her neck to her breasts, and she closes her eyes. That makes me smile, and my eyes look for his in the mirror – I cannot tell who looks more excited. I take one of her breasts in my hand and pull her to a kiss, and when our lips touch I find out she tastes of caramel and cider. My fingers get lost in her hair, and she is the one touching me now, tugging blouse from pants, fumbling fingers on each button as my tongue explores her mouth, and it tastes so delicious I fail to notice he has moved back to the drawer and has taken the front seat to the spectacle me and her are about to perform.
My dark hand runs down her back and cups her ass, and she moans against me, and that is just enough to melt my knees: I kick shoes away and step into bed with her, and she plays with my underwear while I undo my bra, and I pull her lips from mine and onto my breasts, and when she takes my nipple between her lips and sucks on it slowly my head hangs and I kiss her red hair, and she sucks on it like a baby while her fingers find their way inside my underwear and circle my clit, and by then my mouth is playing with her hair and my fingers are pressed tight on her shoulders, and when she sees how wet I am she lets out the most beautiful of sighs and so does he and so do I, and I look up to find him stroking his cock slowly, eyes taken hostage by her lips on my breasts. I caress her face and pull her lips to mine, and I kiss her mouth and her cheeks and her eyes and her neck, and my lips travel down her chest to her heavy, soft breasts, and it is not until she is lying in bed with her legs parted that I touch them with my tongue, and as I flicker one the other gets my fingers’ attention, and she is just starting to gather, her head thrown back, the long neck exposed to my mouth. I suck on it thinking of his eyes on my ass, of how he would like to join us right now, but he waits. I rest my body next to hers and she embraces me, and what I see in her eyes throws me off an edge; my fingers trace down to her stomach and rest on her pubic hair, and as she jerks her hips up she gets them to touch her clit. I gasp at how wet she is and she jerks her hips again and again until my finger is involuntarily pushing her harder and harder, and I look at my hand between her legs, her red curls engulfing my red nails, and my eyes catch his movement as he reaches for some scotch, and mixed to her tiny, soft moans is the tinkling of ice against the glass. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them, and she tastes of nuts and autumn. He grunts at that sight and we laugh, and her eyes sparkle like nothing I have ever seen before; she kisses my lips over her taste, and I am lost in her saliva and her softness, so different from his. My fingers spread over her stomach and I like to leave them there, feeling her warmth and her texture. I kiss her like I have loved her forever, even though we met five minutes ago and I am not even sure of her name. She kisses me back like I am going to save her. He strokes his shaft harder.
“Eat her,” he grunts. I look at her and smile, and we share these seconds before we both look at him. “You need to be more specific with your pronouns, babe” I say, and dive back into her mouth. There is no rush, and she tastes like the best of seasons. My fingers play with her nipples, and she is nibbling on my lower lip as her hand caresses my back. Movements are almost imperceptible, and I am sure he is getting fidgety; yet, I just savor her slowly, using his birthday present before he himself does it. I part my legs so he can see how wet she is making me. His curses prove to me he does not mind the wait. But then she touches me, and her fingers are so soft and light that my entire body convulses against her hand, and she pulls me into a devouring kiss while her fingers enter me. I am afraid I might bruise her fair skin so tight I grab her arms. She whispers something in another language in my ear; my eyes widen as her thumb finds my clit and my rhythm at the same time. She finger fucks me like she has known me forever. I let her do it, like she is going to keep me alive. I cum against her palm because she might own me, hearing the slapping sounds his cock is making. Behind all this, jazz.
My index finger runs down her labia before my tongue does. She holds my head in place when my mouth covers her cunt, purring like a cat. I eat her slowly, my tongue sliding over her folds and entering her briskly, just enough to make her want more. If she starts to stir I stop, so she learns to be still, the only movement being her fingers on my hair. I want him to fuck me while I am eating her out, and I look for his eyes with a plea he understands in silence. She has her eyes closed when he walks towards the bed and positions himself behind me, penetrating me at once. I moan against her cunt, and she echoes is response. He is so hard, harder than I have ever seen him, and he is fucking me with long, deep strokes I mirror with my tongue inside her. I slide it over to her clit and enter her with my fingers while his thumb makes its way into my ass. The grunt that leaves my lips shakes her entire body; she nearly screams a name that, I know, cannot be mine. His hands push my back towards her in bed, and as my arms encircle her thighs he begins to fuck me harder and I know I am going to cum again. My orgasm gets mixed with hers, and for a second he is fucking us both, and she is fucking me hard, and he is the one in my mouth. I pull away from him and collapse in bed, body shattered. She is rubbing her clit slowly, dragging the last shudders with her long fingers. The jazz had stopped; all one could hear is our heavy breaths and the rain that had started falling. He parts her legs and looks at me as if asking for permission. I smile and nod, and as his huge cock enters her pussy I place my head closer to hers, because I want him to see us both under his body. She nuzzles my neck, tongue licking sweat from it, scattered wails escaping her lips with every thrust of his cock inside her. His eyes dart in my direction and in her direction, following the movements of his hips. I touch her face and kiss her deeply, eyes brimmed because the moment is just so perfect. Her nails dig deeper into his forearms and she cums around his cock, her tongue between my lips. I know this will set him off, and I wait for my prize; as I thought, he pulls his heavy cock from her pussy and, still covered with her taste, demands that I suck him. As the first drops of his sperm hit my tongue her hands find their way up and down my back, and I try to hold his hips still, my lips around his shaft, the rain outside falling on my face in the shape of tears.