Get Up

Jenny kneels between her boyfriend's thighs before dawn, lips wrapped tight around him, sucking him awake. Except it's not her mouth at all. Pavlos has slipped in, tongue working, eyes locked on David as he takes him deeper. David jolts upright, fists twisting in the sheets, a sharp breath punched out of his chest. His eyes dart to the doorway. Jenny stands there smirking, naked and already wet. She climbs onto the bed, cups her boyfriend's face, kisses him slow like she's handing him the last cigarette before the cops show up. Then she pushes Pavlos's head down harder and spreads her own legs so David can watch both of them at once. Every stroke of her fingers across her clit matches the rhythm Pavlos sets with his mouth. David grabs Pavlos by the hair, pulls him up, and shoves his cock past those lips in one hard thrust while Jenny leans in to lick along the same shaft. Sweat sticks to skin. Spit glistens. The air reeks of sex and betrayal and something sweeter. Jenny moans into David's mouth as Pavlos's hand slides between her legs, two fingers disappearing inside her while his mouth never stops working David. The three of them move like they already know this is going to end messy, probably with someone coming on someone's face and nobody bothering to apologize.