"You know that thing where a girl blows on a guy's dice for luck before he rolls at a casino? You should do that during our games," Marisha says.
Taliesin is spread across the couch with his head in her lap. He snorts a quiet laugh. "You don't want to see me in a cocktail dress."
"Actually? I just decided that I definitely do want that. But we'll get there." She tousles his mohawk playfully. "We'd all have to share you equally, though."
"Share me or share my lucky mouth?" he asks.
"Both. Laura and Travis could have you at the same time."
Taliesin looks up at her. "I'm not sure we're still talking about blowing on dice."
"Oh, did you just pick up on that, Mr. Subtlety? Look at you."
Taliesin gently pinches her side and she pokes his cheek in retaliation. "Do you want a little luck? I can give you a little luck right now."
Marisha smiles. "I'm not opposed."
Taliesin scoots off the couch and hooks his thumbs in the elastic waistband of Marisha's leggings. He gives her another look for confirmation and she grins, and he tugs her leggings and panties down to the floor.
He presses a kiss to her inner thigh before he starts. She spreads her legs easily for him, resting one leg over his shoulder as he leans in close to lick at her. She smells warm and musky and he touches her softly before he starts with more vigor.
"Yeah," Marisha sighs. "You're so good." She runs her nails across his scalp. "You're a good boy."
Taliesin hums, pleased. He licks and kisses at her folds, delighting in the quiet noises she makes. After a couple minutes, he hears the click of a cellphone camera, and he glances upwards without stopping his work.
"For Matt," Marisha explains, putting her phone back down at her side. "He should get to see what he's missing out on." She strokes his hair and lets out a pleased, shaky breath. "What he gets to come home to later."
Taliesin smiles against her cunt and redoubles his efforts.
During the next game, Marisha rolls two natural 20s. Maybe there's something to this after all.
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"Lucky"; Taliesin/Marisha(/Matt), (implied Taliesin/everybody??)
Date: 2016-10-07 08:56 pm (UTC)"You know that thing where a girl blows on a guy's dice for luck before he rolls at a casino? You should do that during our games," Marisha says.
Taliesin is spread across the couch with his head in her lap. He snorts a quiet laugh. "You don't want to see me in a cocktail dress."
"Actually? I just decided that I definitely do want that. But we'll get there." She tousles his mohawk playfully. "We'd all have to share you equally, though."
"Share me or share my lucky mouth?" he asks.
"Both. Laura and Travis could have you at the same time."
Taliesin looks up at her. "I'm not sure we're still talking about blowing on dice."
"Oh, did you just pick up on that, Mr. Subtlety? Look at you."
Taliesin gently pinches her side and she pokes his cheek in retaliation. "Do you want a little luck? I can give you a little luck right now."
Marisha smiles. "I'm not opposed."
Taliesin scoots off the couch and hooks his thumbs in the elastic waistband of Marisha's leggings. He gives her another look for confirmation and she grins, and he tugs her leggings and panties down to the floor.
He presses a kiss to her inner thigh before he starts. She spreads her legs easily for him, resting one leg over his shoulder as he leans in close to lick at her. She smells warm and musky and he touches her softly before he starts with more vigor.
"Yeah," Marisha sighs. "You're so good." She runs her nails across his scalp. "You're a good boy."
Taliesin hums, pleased. He licks and kisses at her folds, delighting in the quiet noises she makes. After a couple minutes, he hears the click of a cellphone camera, and he glances upwards without stopping his work.
"For Matt," Marisha explains, putting her phone back down at her side. "He should get to see what he's missing out on." She strokes his hair and lets out a pleased, shaky breath. "What he gets to come home to later."
Taliesin smiles against her cunt and redoubles his efforts.
During the next game, Marisha rolls two natural 20s. Maybe there's something to this after all.