Be the Third

Victoria and Ashley beckoned me over with those reckless grins that always get them exactly what they want. Two beautiful devils in silk and lace, they didn’t bother with pleasantries once the door shut behind me. Ashley’s hands were already on Victoria’s waist, pulling her close, while Victoria’s fingers teased beneath the hem of her own negligee. “Come here,” Victoria said, voice low and shameless. I stepped between them. Ashley caught my wrist and guided my palm straight to her breast. The skin was hot. Victoria pressed her mouth to my neck, teeth grazing, and her tongue followed, slow, wet. Someone’s fingers tugged my shirt free. Someone else slipped a hand down the front of my jeans. Ashley laughed—quiet and filthy—and sank to her knees, pressing her cheek against my thigh before she dragged my zipper down with deliberate care. Victoria kissed me deep, tongue sliding against mine while her fingers found my nipples and pinched. Below, Ashley’s lips met bare skin, warm breath ghosting over me before she took me into her mouth, slow at first, savoring every inch. Victoria moaned against my lips as she worked her own fingers between her thighs, knuckles brushing against Ashley’s hair each time she thrust. When Ashley came up for air, saliva shining on her chin, the two of them stripped each other without ceremony, a tangle of limbs and laughter and wet mouths. Victoria bent Ashley over the bed, spreading her open. Their eyes met mine in the same breath, daring me to look away. I didn’t.