Page 73 of Double or Nothing

He bucks back against me, my tongue lapping at the filthy hole I want to dig into.

“What do you think of this, Alice?” Jack asks. “Maybe we should resume the Rembrandt canvases later.”

I pull away from Jack and look over at her. Her brush is already on the floor at the side of her canvas, her fingers slowly hitching up her dress.

“Giving up on canvases doesn’t mean giving up on art,” she says, and scoops the array of colours from her palette. She’s on her knees as she approaches, and slaps the whole load of paint onto Jack’s bare ass. My pulse is off the charts as she spreads his ass cheeks back open for me. His ass is a finer canvas than mine ever was.

“I want to see up close,” she says to me. “Please, Bryce, do it again. Eat Jack’s ass for me.”

I’m a slurping mess of desperation as I resume the task. I love how she murmurs as she stares at my tongue, squirming its way inside Jack’s puckered ring. Her messy knuckles brush against my cheeks, as he moans and bucks.

“Deeper,” Jack says. “Come on, show her how dirty you can be.”

He pushes down so I can push in, his ass gripping the tip of my tongue as I dig my way inside. Alice’s hands are trembling as she holds his cheeks spread for me, and I want to show her how dirty I can be. I want to show both of them, in full vivid colour.

I grip his thighs to hold him closer, needing more. I eat his ass like he’s a savoured dessert and I’m fucking starving.

“I want to know how it tastes,” Alice says. “Please, give me a taste, Bryce. I need to know how he tastes on your tongue.”

She’s a filthy queen as she leans in close, her mouth already open. I knew Jack was a filthy inciter. An instigator of dirty dreams and blurry boundaries, but this beautifully deviant side of Alice is the depths of my dreams. I give her what she wants. Kissing her slowly. Tenderly. Savouring every curious swirl of her tongue.

I run my paint covered fingers down her throat as my ass covered mouth explores hers, so divine. Jack shuffles without a care for any of our works in progress. I’m kissing Alice deep and slow when I hear the lid flip on another tube of paint. It’s a pale yellow he smears onto her sweet cleavage, tugging her dress and bra down to slather her tits.

He gropes her as we kiss, his masterful hands making her pant against my mouth. I join in the fun, loving the way the paint feels against her hard nipples.

Jack shrugs his shirt off, and slaps a fresh load against his bare chest.

“I want a taste as well.”

He pulls Alice to him, smearing paint between them as he laps at her open mouth.

Now it’s my turn. I take my own shirt off and cast it aside. My hands are shaking with need and my head is spinning from the heady smell of paint as I grab the nearest tube. A vivid orange. And then I go for it. I force my way into their twosome, kissing one after the other until we’re a mash of tongues and paint on flesh. It’s slippery. Hot. Intoxicating as hell.

Jack and I work together to strip her out of her dress, her bra, her panties. She sits on her own canvas and parts her legs, inviting us in with a paint-smeared smile, mouth open, panting. Mischievous. Like Jack.

But Jack doesn’t go for her, he goes for me. It’s me who he pulls in for another tingle worthy kiss, stripping me of my chinos and working my dick in his hand. It’s me he pins to the floor, my shoulders across his red slathered canvas, and me he peppers with kisses, until my cock is in his throat, his head bobbing on a filthy mission to bring me to the peak like a pro.

Fuck, he’s good.

I stare over at Alice as Jack works my dick, transfixed by her filthy smile and her dainty fingers circling her clit. We’re a paint covered trio amongst paint splattered canvases, and my tight arsed attitude to the painting earlier has vanished into nothing.

Fun.

Nothing but fun.

It puts a grin on my face as I take hold of Jack’s hair, thrusting my hips up to drive my way into his throat. But the bastard backs off, grins at me.

“Easy, big boy,” he says. “Don’t want to choke me.”

“You can take it,” I tell him and thrust again.

“Be still, and I will take it,” he says.

I let go of his hair and rest my ass to the floor. Fuck, my cock is straining for it.

He teases with a lick and a swirl and my balls tighten, and then he’s on it, sinking his pretty mouth slowly down, all the fucking way.

“Oh my God,” Alice says, working her clit faster, “that’s amazing.”