Cuck Talk #13 (The Rule: Mixology)

He wasn’t allowed to touch me, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t sit close, and make suggestions, or use our dynamic as deftly as most use fingers. With the kind of chemistry we had he didn’t need to touch me anyway. We could make even mundane things red hot.

I was kneeling in worship, giving Ash slow languid head, taking my time, enjoying his soft moans and the way he whispered “fuuuuck”. Mac, who was still keeping an eye on us, returned from the kitchen with his hands full and passed Ash a drink he’d made. They both liked gin on the rocks. They liked making them for each other, their signature cocktail for these debaucherous situations. Noticing Mac’s own glass was empty aside from a few ice cubes, Ash reached out and brought his drink to Mac’s lips so he could take a sip of gin. There were no words between them, just eye-contact and smirky smiles. I loved the way they flirted. Their homoerotic tension was such a turn on.

When Ash returned his attention to me and my mouth, the way Mac watched us could only be described as romantic. He had a dopey expression on his face and told me how beautiful I looked on my knees. When Ash moaned about how good I felt, Mac said “I remember,” I blushed when he moved closer.

Mac didn’t touch me but he did tell me to tilt my head back and open my mouth. “Tongue out,” I obeyed, and he used his fingers to fish an ice cube out of his rocks glass and place it between my lips. I batted my eyes at him and sucked on the ice cube like a soother. I wanted him to feel it. “Such a good little mouth,” he cooed at me as he pushed the ice cube all the way in, careful not to let his fingers make contact with my lips. I wanted his fingers though, as he pulled them away I ached for them. (Funny how that works with something you can’t have.)

His eyes were locked on mine as he fished a second ice cube out of his drink. He shoved that one into my mouth too. By the time he pushed a third one in I was drooling, melting cold dripping from my mouth, trickling down my chest and tummy, making my nipples hard. I tilted my head back to try and hold in as much as I could. “You wanna be helpful, bunny?” he asked, but he knew the answer. I nodded with my mouth full.

“Open up,” he said, and I did what he asked. He reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of gin off of the table. Ash chuckled, he could see the vision. “You’re gonna be my pretty little martini shaker,” Mac smiled at me as he twisted the cap off of the gin and started pouring that juniper fire water into my ice-filled mouth. I squealed. “Close your lips, ohh…good girl,” he said sweetly as Ash grabbed the back of my ponytail and gave me a playful shake. I was giggling, trying not to let spurts of gin-drool-water escape my mouth.

Ash leaned over to kiss me, icy booze dripping from my lips. Gin always tasted like pine needles to me. Mac reached down and placed his empty glass under my chin and said “don’t spill any.” He waited, expectantly. I tilted toward the glass, relieved to fill it with the melty ice cubes and fragrant gin that were stinging my mouth. I didn’t spill a drop.

Mac winked and took a sip of his Heart-made drink while I looked up at him, “mmm,” he hummed softly, “you make everything taste better.” (Friends, this line was foreshadowing, but I didn’t know it at the time.) He took another sip and with his free hand he guided my mouth back to Ash, who was rock hard from watching this silly flirtation. Ash gasped when I took him into my cold mouth, Mac asked him how it felt, and they stood there, shoulder to shoulder, talking about icy blowjobs and my particular oral skills while I was at their feet. Their attention was on each other, but I was a safe conduit for their attraction.

I could see how hard Mac was through his jeans. I wanted to run my fingers across the bulge, feel him throb. The not-having was making me so horny. Everything is hotter when you’re not allowed. I focused on being a good girl and giving the prettiest blowjob of my life while they both looked down on me adoringly. When I looked back up at them Mac was leaning close to Ash, whispering something in his ear. Whatever it was made Ash’s cock even harder. Mac put his arm around Ash’s waist, pulled him closer, his lips against his ear. Was he talking him off? Ash closed his eyes. What could he be saying? Are they planning something? Are there new rules? Ash came hard and long, shudder after shudder, one hand in my hair, the other leaning against Mac, who had a devilish smile on his face.

The phone rang, Mac went to grab it. Ash returned to Earth, kissed me softly all over my face and helped me clean myself up. He was wrapping me in his sweater when we heard Mac in the background, “Yep, no problem. Tell your sister if the delivery guy is still being sketchy I can pick the cake up myself in the morning so she doesn’t have to worry about it. Okay, sounds good. Thanks for letting me know you’re there safe. Yes ma’am we’re good here, Heart just made me a martini and I convinced Ash to let me choose what we do next. Should be fun! Okay babe, good luck, love ya.”