The Love of Money II – Chapter 28: Remember to Hydrate

As Jessica approached, her eyes were meant for me—stormy gray and full of hope even though I hadn’t been the one who had called for her.

Somehow, despite having two beautiful Pacific women sharing my seed after blowing me to completion, Jess seemed under the impression that I harbored some kind of special place for her in my heart.

Or perhaps she was just feeling left out and was starting to wish that I would just include her in my fun. The thought of her wanting to participate in something like this just to secure a place in my harem was kind of hot, I had to admit. The idea that it would lead into her actually enjoying the slippery path to depravity only made it more sexy and interesting to keep her around.

Whatever the reason she seemed so intent on me while ignoring the others, she was prevented from reaching me when Rose put a hand on her waist and brought her to a jarring halt. Rose turned my ex to face her so their breasts nearly brushed each other. Jess immediately looked at me in alarm.

I didn’t make a move to intervene.

Jessica wasn’t into women the way Erin, Helen, Rose, or most of the others in my orbit were. Her tastes aligned more with Bobbi’s—not enthusiastic about intimacy with the fairer sex but open if it allowed them to stay.

A very small part of me was immensely turned on by seeing Rose take my ex-girlfriend in hand, enjoying her regardless of how Jessica felt about it. Was I glad I was no longer dating Jessica? No doubt. Had I forgiven her? Yes.

Did a dark part of me enjoy making my old flame squirm as her sensibilities wrestled with desires?

Fuck yes it did.

The wet sounds of kissing drew my attention and I looked down just as Shea and Charity parted from their lip-lock.

“Enjoy tonight, sweetie,” the masseuse whispered to the younger woman. “I can’t wait for more like this with you.”

“That better be a promise,” Charity replied, looking like Shea had literally taken her breath away.

Shea cut her eyes toward me, wrapping her hand around my cock and giving it a light squeeze that made it throb violently. A little bit of leftover cum blossomed across the tip and began to slowly spread.

“Save some for me,” she said, giving me a heated look as her soft palm slid down my pole, giving it one more quick squeeze before letting go.

She retreated before I had a chance to say anything, following Erin toward Helen and leaving me alone with Charity, Rose, and Jessica.

“Where did you find her?” Charity asked, her wide eyes watching the little flight attendant’s hips sway as she retreated. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip, unconsciously scooping up a few stray strands of my juices.

“I don’t find them,” I said, admiring Shea’s body alongside Charity. Then I looked back at her and was rewarded with a heart-stopping view of those large eyes fixed on me. They had a kind of vulnerable, submissive quality to them that made Charity simply irresistible. “Erin does. You’re the exception.”

“Thank god for a bullet in the gut,” Charity said, her dark liquid eyes threatening to swallow me whole as she wrapped her dainty hand back around my cock.

I grinned. “One hell of a silver lining.”

“Mmhm,” Charity said, dropping her head to take my cock in her mouth, her tongue already lapping at the tip, scooping up my seed just before sliding her thick lips down my pole.

My head dropped against the back of the couch, as I rested my hand on top of Charity, my fingers playing with one of her pigtails. I turned my attention back to Rose and Jessica.

Rose slid her long, dark fingers along either side of Jessica’s neck, her fingertips playing across Jess’s flawless ivory skin as she brought their faces so close together that their noses brushed. Jessica started to look away, but the dancer kept her head in place, facing her.

“I was eyeing those tits of yours in the hot tub that night,” Rose said just loud enough for me to hear. One of her hands dropped to cup Jessica’s heavy tit, and I watched as she squeezed pale flesh through the fabric to the point where it looked like it might pop out of the window of the maid dress. “You don’t know how bad I wanted a taste.”

Rose’s other hand dropped to Jessica’s shirt collar—the only thing keeping the outfit from looking even slightly family-friendly. She deftly popped the button loose, sending the fabric falling away as Jess’s braless tits spilled free. Her pale areolae could barely be distinguished from the rest of her breasts; her nipples, colored the palest pink, were tiny, sensitive nubs that were already pointed and hard.

The dancer hummed in pleasure and immediately dipped down to capture one of Jessica’s nipples between her teeth. My ex-girlfriend hissed, her hands reaching up to press gently against Rose’s shoulders… she cast her gaze at me as if looking for me to save her, and my cock throbbed in Charity’s mouth as our eyes met.

Rose popped the nipple out of her mouth and squeezed Jessica’s tit firmly as she grinned up at the redhead. “Sensitive?”

“They’ve always been sensitive,” I said.

Rose turned her attention to me, then grinned down at Charity. “Good girl… making sure he’s ready for me.”

Charity removed my cock from her mouth and turned to look over her shoulder at Rose. “After what you did for me? It’s the least I can do. Besides…” She turned back to my cock, grinning up at me, “It’s a fun cock to suck. Not too small. Not too big.”

“Just right,” Rose purred, looking back up at Jess. “It’s a little bigger than average, hm? I bet if fits you perfectly.” She punctuated her words with a quick peck on Jessica’s lips, released the maid, and shuffled her way closer to me.

“Can I have a turn now?”

Charity slid away from me, making room for the dancer, who threw one long, slender leg over my thighs and dropped into my lap. Her small, tight ass slid against my crotch, and nestled against the base of my cock while it rested against the dark petals of her pussy. I could feel her warm arousal coating the length of my member as she settled back against me. Rose raised an arm and wrapped it around the back of my head as she turned to look up at me, heat in her dark eyes.

“Fucking wreck me, Marcus,” she whispered and then crushed her lips against mine. We shared a long kiss as her hand snuck between her legs, her fingers sliding up and down my pole as she rocked her hips back and forth, more of her arousal mingling with Charity’s and Shea’s saliva.

We parted, and then Charity’s lips were immediately on mine as she clung to both of us. Her tongue invaded my mouth as the kiss deepened. I felt Rose bend forward, but Charity took up most of my field of vision as we made out. The moment her lips left mine, Rose intercepted her, giving me a front-row seat to a heated, sapphic display of tongues and lips that threatened to make me immediately blow another load.

Peering over Rose and Charity I was able to see that Rose had leaned forward to grab Jessica’s skirt and had it bunched in one hand so that it rode up her thighs. Almost all of my ex’s thighs and crotch were exposed as Rose held onto it like a leash. Jess now stood between my legs.

As Charity and Rose continued to make out, their tongues passing back and forth between each other, Rose released Jessica’s dress and grasped the front of Jess’s open shirt, pulling her down. The two girls parted, providing Rose with an opening to grab a chunk of Jessica’s bottle-red hair and force her head toward me.

“Kiss him,” Rose murmured.

Considering how Rose had treated Jessica all night, Jess shot Rose a confused look as shew as ordered to do something she wanted more than anything. Rose grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look back at me, placing another hand on the back of Jessica’s head and pushing her so close that our lips almost met.

“Kiss him,” Rose urged Jessica. “I wanna see that you can actually kiss, because I haven’t seen any—”

Jessica leaned in and sealed her mouth against mine.

Nostalgia hit me like a truck—the subtle scent of her soap I’d smelled for months… her distinct taste… the familiar feel of her small mouth and soft lips on mine. I remembered the way she liked me to initiate a French kiss, never seeking my tongue out, but aggressively wrestling with me once I invaded her mouth. Jessica liked to try pinning my tongue against the roof of her mouth, and this time was no different.

I cared about some of these women a lot more than Jessica, but still, regardless of what I said or thought… my ex-girlfriend had a small piece of me that these other women would never have—a snapshot of my love, loyalty, and life before I had the wealth. I didn’t have much then, but what I did have, I wanted to share with her.

Now, as we kissed, I could feel that part of us. It was a fossil—dead, but preserved for eternity and ever-present. The way it would always be.

The way Jess was kissing me… it was like she was trying to breathe life back into that long-gone entity.

And even though I matched her enthusiasm and passion in the kiss, the physicality was all that remained. I desired her.

Jessica was a pretty woman in my service.

That was it.

And as her lips drifted from mine, slipping free from the tip of my tongue, her eyes opened, and I saw the longing I’d felt in the kiss turn into the same fleeting realization that I’d witnessed a few times already.

What we had wasn’t coming back.