Spy Games: Birthday Games by Mia Downing Read Free Book Online Page A

better than our birthday cake.” She and Chase shared the same birthday.
    “Too sweet,” Chase scoffed, but he held out a forkful for her.
    She leaned toward her husband. “Jake needs sweetening.” But this forkful dropped down her shirt, catching into her bra. “Damn, Chase, you’re making a mess.”
    “I’ll have to clean up, then.” Chase yanked at the knot in her shirt, letting the sections fall free. He licked at the path of crumbs down her chest, between the swell of her breasts, using his tongue to fish the crumbs out of her bra. “There.”
    Jake tugged at her shirt, yanking it off her shoulders, then unclasped her bra in the front with a twist of his wrist. He scooped up frosting with his finger and dabbed it on the hard peak of her nipple. “There. Now I have boob cake.”
    “Pervert,” she whispered but sighed as he licked the frosting clean, his insistent lapping sending tugs of desire straight to her core.
    Chase fed her another bite and kissed her afterwards, his tongue sweeping along her lips, delving in to taste the confection fully from her tongue. Jake dabbed more frosting on her other nipple, and she struggled not to grab his head and force him to suck her harder when he drew away.
    “You have cake on you, too,” Kate informed Jake. His chest was dabbed with little brown crumbs. She ducked and licked each one off, loving how the chocolate blended with the salt of his skin. Chase had crumbs, too. She scooted his way and lapped them up, loving how they made a trail down his belly, straight to his… “I think this was intentional.”
    Chase’s deep laugh rumbled, vibrating though her tongue as she cleaned him up like a good girl. The crumbs stopped just shy of his cock, now starting to harden. “I’m messy.”
    Jake slapped Kate on the ass. “I think this should lead into a game I want to play.”
    “I don’t play games,” Chase grumped. “I don’t lose well, and you know that.”
    “This is a win win birthday game called Torture Chase.”
    “What? No.”
    “Yes!” Kate lifted her head from her task, pleased to torture Chase at any given time.
    “Sure. Here’s how it’s played. Kate, you’re going to blow Chase, and I’m going to indulge in that bare pussy of yours. But it will be like follow the leader. I suck, you suck. I lick, you lick, and anything else that comes along. Hands, too.”
    “Okay, maybe this game isn’t so bad,” Chase conceded with a gleam in his eyes.
    “Win win.” Jake rose, took the plates to the bar and returned. “Chase, you have to sit on the edge of the bed but lean back on your elbows so you can’t see me. Part of the fun is the surprise. No touching Kate, either.” Jake turned to Kate. “Kate, you blow him while on your knees, and I’ll lay between your legs and run things from there. Strip first. Skirt and stockings off.”
    Kate rose and shed her clothes but shot Jake a confused look. “I don’t see how you win, Jake. I see how we win, though.” Lots of orgasm potential if Chase let her come.
    “I get to torture Chase through you, I get to taste your sweetness and when I’m done, I get to fuck you, because I’m the birthday boy and that’s how the game ends.”
    How could she complain about that? Especially when Jake shoved a long, low, padded bench over for her to kneel on, and no doubt he’d angle himself between her thighs to enjoy her pussy. “See, I even made it comfy for you.”
    “You made it comfy for yourself,” Chase corrected as Kate climbed onto the bench, testing it out. He spread his legs so the bench fit comfortably between them. “Jake doesn’t do things on the floor unless he has to. It’s an old age thing.”
    Jake grunted. “My back isn’t what it used to be.”
    “You don’t do the floor, either,” Kate reminded Chase as she settled between her husband’s firm thighs. She ran her hands along his legs, framing his groin with her hands without touching anything fun. “Your knees aren’t what they