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

used to be. Maybe I need to find younger guys.”
    “Bite your tongue.” Jake smacked her ass and lay on his back on the bench, inching his way under her.
    “Hit her again,” Chase demanded. “I think she needs another spanking to remind her who hands out the best orgasms. Not young guys.”
    Fuck no, she wasn’t getting spanked again. Meekly she dropped her gaze, concentrating on the firmness of his erection. “You two give me the best orgasms, Husband. Sir.”
    “Damn straight,” Jake said. He used the remote to start the music again, a hip hop song Kate had heard on the radio.
    Kate listened a second and rolled her eyes. “You pervert, this song is about blow jobs. This better not end up in my ass kicking playlist.” Jake had playlists for her to listen to when they trained together.
    “It’s in the ‘blow Chase’ playlist, and only you get it.” Jake smacked her on the ass. Really, she was sick of the ass smacking, but they were a hell of a lot stronger and were better shots with a gun. She only had C-4 to threaten them with.
    “You ready, darlin’?” Jake asked. “Birthday boy says you can’t come, either of you. Chase, when you’ve had enough torture, scream uncle.”
    “I’m not bringing the general into any of this.” But he shot Kate a wicked grin, one that said he was more than game for all of this to begin. “Get to work, wife.”
    Despite the command in Chase’s voice and her desire to give him whatever he wanted, Kate waited for Jake to direct her with his hands and mouth as instructed. She ended up straddling the bench, dropping her pussy down to a level that Jake could enjoy without a crick in his neck.
    “Hands, too, Kate. Get it?” Jake said so softly she doubted Chase heard. He blew across her clit, sending a shiver up her spine.
    “Yes, Sir.” Kate blew across the head of Chase’s cock. He jumped a little, his shaft twitching as every muscle in his abdomen and legs tensed tight. Oh, my, this was going to be fun, shredding every ounce of control Chase had.
    She blew again, a little harder. Jake’s tongue sank to the very edge of her opening, then licked upward, to her clit. She mirrored that on Chase’s shaft, starting at the base, licking up the underside, along that throbbing vein to the head. Now around, sliding around the rim the same way Jake circled her clit.
    “Jesus, just suck me,” Chase said with a growl.
    Jake’s laugh hummed along her inner thigh as he changed gears and she did the same, the muscles along Chase’s rock hard. He directed her to lick back up, then around the base, sucking at her peritoneum. She guessed he wanted her to pay attention to Chase’s sac so she did, drawing one tight testicle into her mouth.
    “I hate you both.” Chase’s hands clenched the sheets, his knuckles white.
    Jake nipped Kate’s clit, she jumped, and then treated Chase to the same punishment, gently biting the head of his cock. She didn’t think she could get much wetter, her juices flooding Jake’s fingers as he used them to explore her folds. She wrapped hers around Chase’s base and squeezed, then finally Jake sucked her clit between his lips. She took a sharp breath, fighting the sudden spasm of muscles deep inside her channel.
    Chase got his reward, too. She drew his entire length in deep, hollowing her cheeks as she applied generous suction just the way he liked. He blew out a breath and shifted his hips. “Thank fuck, about time.”
    Kate glanced up at Chase through her lashes as she sucked his length in and out. His eyes were closed, his beautiful face etched with the sweetest agony. His parted lips moved silently, probably reciting stats of some form to keep from spilling without permission. Though she saw not coming as being obedient, she knew her husband would see it as a challenge. Jake would tease him unmercifully if he came, no matter what Kate did to him.
    She was torn between enjoying what Jake’s mouth did and her task at hand, following orders.