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[takecourage]

She's not even sure whose party it is, but she's standing in the corner of the kitchen, drinking lukewarm beer from a red cup and listening to some frat bro asshole talk to her about his MBA. She stifles a yawn against the inside of her wrist, and looks around the room, doesn't see anyone that she knows at first glance. She's going to have to figure out a way to extricate herself from this shitty, shitty conversation. If only she had a bit of Lethe magic in her pocket to help her.

"So," she says. "Anyway..."

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[atehimrightup]

“You’re always so fucking easy for me,” Lee says, because he’s learned that both of the bratty little gremlins that he’s fucking love to be embarrassed, and Lee likes to think he’s getting pretty good at doing it by now.

Using his grip on her neck, he leans her back and supports her at an angle so he can watch her perfect tits bounce as she rocks back against his hand so eagerly.

“Because you’re daddy’s little girl,” he says, emboldened by alcohol and how smug he feels when George is collared, how keyed up he’s been since that lock clicked shut. “Say it or you’re not coming again.”

[takecourage]

She rocks up against his hand, tits bouncing and the heels of her boots knocking against the cabinet under the sink as he thrusts his fingers into her. Her cheeks burn at what he says, at the instruction he gives, and there's a battle on her face for a moment.

"I'm daddy's little girl," she says, and she hates the way it makes her cunt clench around his fingers.

[atehimrightup]

He smiles as she says it, feeling it widen dangerously as her cunt spasms traitorously around his fingers. She fucking loves it.

“Yeah, you are.” Lee hums and adds a third finger to reward her, shoving them into her with a force that he’d worry about if it were anyone but her. But she can take it. She fucking loves it, his good girl.

“And such a good one. So fucking sweet for me,” Lee breathes out, shoving his fingers in and curling them against her g-spot, rubbing incessantly. “Now come for daddy.”

[takecourage]

And she does, embarrassingly quickly, held in place with his hand on the back of her neck and the other between her legs, three fingers plunged into her. Her thighs tremble, her boots drumming against the thin wood of the cupboard door. She shoves her own fingers into her mouth to keep from yelling.

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles softly, the sound more fond than teasing, when she almost immediately comes. He shushes her soothingly, working her through it and then slowing his hand before withdrawing his fingers entirely.

“It’s always so good to see you, Alex,” he pants out, smiling as he brings his hand down over her cunt in a soft clap, squeezing hard before bringing his hand up to lick up the side of his index finger.

[takecourage]

"God, you're such an asshole," she says, breathlessly, as he slaps her cunt and then licks his fucking finger. She reaches out with one hand, curling her fingers behind his neck to tug him in for a kiss. They don't always kiss when they're together like this, but it's not a conscious decision. Sometimes, it just doesn't occur to her. "But it's hard to hold it agianst you wne you get me off like that."

[atehimrightup]

“It doesn’t seem hard for you to hold it against me at all,” Lee teases pointedly, muttering the words against her mouth and kissing her again, laughing into it as he grabs at her hip. “But I’m always happy to be of service.”

He’s joking, really, because even Lee doesn’t seem to realize just how true that is.

Lee glances around and opens the drawer next to the sink, pleased to find a stack of washcloths. He reaches behind Alex’s ass to dampen it under the tap, then wipes the slick mess from her face. He hands over the cloth to let her do the rest of the clean up, stepping back to tuck himself away and button up his jeans.

He ducks down to scoop up her panties, winking as he shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. “I’m keeping these.”

[takecourage]

Alex uses the washcloth to clean up as best as she can, as wet as she is, and then she slides down off the counter, shimmying her dress and her bra back into place. Thankfully, her dress isn't so short that not wearing any panties under it is going to be a problem. She feels a bit drunk, having just come so hard.

"Are you seriously stealing my panties? Jesus."

[atehimrightup]

“I have designs on them,” Lee says brightly, taking a moment to admire the way her tits jiggle as she adjusts her bra. “Speaking of, do you wanna come chill with me and George?”

He lifts his eyebrows in a playfully innocent expression, hooking his thumb over his shoulder. “Or I’m sure I could go track down that guy you were talking to. He seemed fascinating.”

[takecourage]

"Well, I want them back eventually. I like them," she says, rolling her eyes fondly as he so obviously gets distracted by her tits. "And we both know the answer to that. I'm absolutely coming to hang out with you and your boyfriend." She arches an eyebrow. "I assume he won't mind."

[atehimrightup]

“He truly does not seem to,” Lee says with a chuckle, referring more to the entire situation as if he’s a bit dazed by it. “I think someone might have created him for me in a lab.”

He grins and quickly checks his reflection to make sure there’s nothing glaringly obvious, then licks his thumb and wipes away a smudge of lipstick on his jaw. “He’s collared and I left him with some hot girls who looked about five seconds from hand feeding him grapes and fanning him with a palm frond, so I’m sure he’s doing just fine.”

He winks and then reaches out to put his hand on the door handle. “All set?”

[takecourage]

"Yeah, I'm good," says Alex. She glances at herself in the mirror. She's flushed, but her lipstick isn't too smudged, and her hair isn't too chaotic. She's pretty sure she's slick halfway to her knees, but her dress covers that. He opens the door, and the noise from the party leaks in. She follows Lee through the party until she catches sight of George, sprawled on a sofa in a shadowy corner and, yes, surrounded by blondes.

[atehimrightup]

“Told you,” he says with a snort, taking a moment to watch as George delights them all with some story, gesticulating with his hand wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle.

God, Lee loves him so much his heart hurts.

“Excuse me, ladies,” Lee says as he approaches, quirking an eyebrow as he looks down at George. “I’d love it if I could have my boyfriend back.”

He gives Alex a narrow-eyed look over his shoulder because yes, he said it. “Don’t start.”

[takecourage]

"I didn't say anything," says Alex, smirking, watching as the blondes scatter and George turns a brilliant, beautiful smile on Lee.

"I behaved," he says, his dark eyes flickering from Lee to Alex and back again. "Did you?"

[atehimrightup]

There’s a split second where Lee is worried that he may have miscalculated and bringing Alex over after fucking her at a party that George was actually not so chill. His heart leaps up into his throat but he can see the amusement in George’s eyes, and his smile seems genuine, so he lets himself relax.

“I wasn’t the one who was supposed to,” Lee reminds him, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the mouth. “But I did bring you a present.”

He takes Alex’s hand and gives her a playful twirl before sweeping his arm under her legs and lifting her easily, depositing her in George’s lap with her legs stretched out along the sofa. Lee twists to slip beneath them, pressed along George’s side and smiling over at him.

[takecourage]

He twirls her and then lifts her and Alex makes an undignified sound, grabbing at her dress, intensely aware that her panties are in Lee's pocket. He dumps her in George's lap, and then he's sliding under her legs and George's arm is sliding around her waist.

"Why do I suddenly feel like we're both at your mercy," she says, smirking.

[atehimrightup]

“I have no idea what you mean,” Lee replies as he leans over to steal another kiss from George, looking him over to make sure that he’s okay with the situation. He seems more than okay. He looks a little drunk, maybe still high from the joint they shared in the truck, and this party sucks but Lee is having a fucking blast.

They’re wedged into the corner of a sectional in what appears to be a den or game room, with most of the people in it crowded around a pool table on the other side. The lights are dim and the music is loud, and Lee feels a little wild.

“It’s rude to put your shoes on the furniture,” Lee drawls out, giving Alex an innocent look as he unties her boot and starts to pull it off. “These need to come off.”

[takecourage]

Alex is intensely aware of George, under her, behind her, his arm curled around her to support her. His hair is a little longer than it was the last time she saw him. In place of the leather collar he'd worn at the club, he's wearing a thin chain one. She can't make out of its silver or gold.

"If you say so," she says as he takes off her boots. She feels a little off balance, unsure of how she's supposed to act, after he'd just her call him daddy like five minutes ago. She's not sure how far he'll push that with George here. The thought goes right to her cunt.

[atehimrightup]

Once her feet are bare, Lee twists a little to press himself further into the corner of the sectional so he can face them, keeping Alex’s feet in his lap. They both look at him like they’re waiting for something, both of them so fucking beautiful, and once again Lee has a hard time believing that this is his life.

“Tell me, Alex,” he draws out as he squeezes her foot in his lap, sliding his thumb along the webbing of her big toe. “Did those girls make him hard? You’d be able to feel it, ‘cause he’s so big.”

[takecourage]

"I remember how big he is," says Alex, distracted by the way that Lee is playing with her feet, and she feels the distinct rumble of laughter in the broad chest against her back. She shifts her hips deliberately, grinding back against George.

"A little, maybe," she says. "Not fully."

[atehimrightup]

“Aw, you really missed me,” Lee teases with a chuckle, tucking one of her feet between his legs so that the bulge of his crotch is resting against the arch of her foot.

He glances around the room to confirm that no one is really paying them any attention, then slides his hand along the sofa until he finds George’s where it’s tucked under her thigh. He squeezes it and then guides it slowly up under the back of her dress while making sure the front of it keeps her covered.

“Feel how wet she is,” Lee tells George, keeping his other hand curled around the top of her foot as he rocks subtly against the arch of it. “That’s how hard I want you to be.”

[gallowseyes]

George watches as Lee positions Alex just so, her foot pressed against the bulge of his cock in his jeans. Alex's squirming has gone some way to getting him fully hard, and he shifts. He's not under, not even close, but he does have some of that vague, dreamy feeling that he always gets when he wears a collar.

Lee tells him to put his hand under Alex's skirt, and he does, pressing one finger into her cunt and feeling her go still, aware of the other people in the room. She doesn't say stop, though.

"I see," he says. "Very hard, then."
It's hard to see, but he thinks she blushes.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can’t see what’s going under her dress, but he can tell the moment George touches her because she tenses and lets her eyes dart around the room. He grins and chuckles at what George says, nodding and pressing his thumb into the arch of her foot, using their grip to tilt her knee out and spread her legs just a little wider.

“Very hard,” he confirms with a nod, settling back against the corner of the sofa and massaging Alex’s foot with his thumbs. “Put two fingers in her and kiss her until you get there.” He grins almost lazily and shifts his gaze to Alex. “And you tell me when he does.”

He’s sort of taking the lead here, but Alex doesn’t seem to mind. He had to know what he was asking when he asked her to join them. “Go ahead.”

[takecourage]

God, it's hot. He rubs her foot, the other still pressed between his legs, arch pressed against the filling line of his cock in his jeans. George tips her head back with confident fingers on her chin and kisses her, even as he's pressing another finger inside her and starting to fuck her with them. She whimpers against his mouth, trying not to rock her hips, trying not to move in any way that's going to draw attention to them. Underneath her, she can already feel George getting hard.

[atehimrightup]

George obeys easily, eagerly, and Lee wonders if maybe it should be weird watching something he’s in love with kissing someone else. Because he is in love with George, he’s pretty sure. It’s something he’s coming to terms with, even if he’s not at all ready to voice it.

But it’s not weird, because it’s Alex. He trusts her, and more importantly he trusts George. He knows where George will be at the end of the day, and it’s right next to him. All of this is just them having fun, their own particular brand of it, and Lee is very happy to sit back at watch for now.

“You’re both so good for me,” Lee murmurs, rocking his hips subtly against Alex’s foot while letting his nails trail lightly up and down her shin. If he slouches enough, he can catch glimpses of George’s wrist moving between her legs, but he’s more focused on how they kiss each other so hungrily, tongues meeting with a slick sound that makes Lee’s cock twitch. God, they’re beautiful. “Keep going.”