Last Nights Call

Rebel presses her mouth to Casey’s again, slower this time, tasting the faint trace of mint on her tongue. She slides off the couch, knees on the floor, and Casey follows, both of them now level with Jean’s open fly. Rebel takes him first, her lips stretching wide while Casey’s tongue works lower, licking the base he’s left slick. Rebel comes up for air and Casey leans in, sliding him deep until her throat flutters around him. They trade back and forth, Rebel gagging softly, Casey never pulling off all the way. Rebel drops lower, sucking one heavy ball into her mouth while Casey swallows him again, nose brushing the trimmed hair at his root. Jean’s fingers knot in their hair, pulling them closer each time. Rebel’s lips part and she takes him back, cheeks hollowing, tasting Casey’s spit on him with every stroke. They keep switching until Rebel’s eyes water and Casey’s chin shines. Jean groans, hips rolling once, twice, before he lets go. Rebel keeps her mouth open, Casey right beside her, tongues meeting on the head as he pulses across both of them. Rebel licks the last drop from Casey’s lower lip, slow, almost lazy, then they both lean in again, mouths soft and wet around him until he softens. Neither of them speaks. They just stay there, breathing against his skin, while the clock on the wall ticks past three.