The tension between us couldn't be contained anymore.
His hand slid over my back. Her soft lips found mine with an ease that made me nervous, dizzy.
I should've stopped it. Should've thought it through. But the alcohol made everything slow and blurry.
"Relax," she whispered against my mouth. "You might actually enjoy yourself for once."
I looked over at him. That smug smirk again. Seems like he was also lost under the alcohol.
She knelt in front of me, her fingers trailing up my thighs, leaving goosebumps as they moved. "You've been tense all night," she said, grinning. "Let me fix that."
My heart pounded. Her lips brushed the inside of my thigh. I gasped. She licked me through my underwear, and my legs jerked.
"Fuck," he muttered behind me, voice rough. Then his hands were on me, tugging my dress down, kissing along my neck, steady and hot.
I was trapped between them; hands, mouths, heat. She slid my panties down.
"Stop thinking," she said. "Just let go."
I tried. But when her tongue found my clit, there was nothing left to try.
I moaned. Loudly. He held my waist, and I realized I was already grinding against him, needy and shameless.
Then she pulled away. "She's ready," she said with a drawl.
He didn't waste time. Turned me around. Pushed me onto the couch. His kiss was rough. I kissed him back harder.
Her hands wandered again, her lips on his neck now. I couldn't keep up with where they were—just felt everything.
He pushed inside. I gasped at the stretch. No pause. Just hard, fast thrusts.
"Fuck," I whispered, clawing at his shoulders.
She cupped my breasts from behind, her breath hot against my ear. "You look so fucking good like this."
His pace got brutal. Her mouth moved lower again. My body lost control.
"Come for us," he growled.
I did. Hard. Shaking. Crying out. Everything snapped.
He followed right after, groaning into my neck.
But she wasn't done. Climbed into my lap, kissed me like she wanted to eat me alive.
"You're not done yet," she said, grinding against my thigh.
And just like that, it started again. Until we collapsed into a sweaty, breathless mess.