MasukMargot's mouth is still on mine when Ellis starts undressing me.His fingers find the tie of my wrap dress and pull with gentle certainty, and the fabric falls away from my body like it was never there at all. I'm exposed now, wearing nothing but my black lace thong, my skin pebbling in the cool air of their apartment and from the heat of their combined attention."Beautiful," Margot breathes against my lips, pulling back just far enough to look at me. Her hand traces down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts with agonizing slowness. "Look at you. We've been dreaming about this moment. About you.""You have?" My voice sounds distant to my own ears, lost in sensation and disbelief."Every time we heard you through the wall." Ellis's lips brush my ear from behind, his breath warm on my neck, making me shiver. "We wondered what you looked like in the dark. What sounds you made when you touched yourself. What you'd taste like if we ever got our mouths on you."His hands slide a
I wait a week before I text her.Not because I'm not interested, but because I need time to process what I'm interested in. I've never been with a woman before, never even kissed one outside of a drunken dare in college. I've certainly never been with a couple, never been the third person invited into someone else's bed. The most adventurous thing I've ever done sexually is let an ex-boyfriend tie my wrists with a necktie, and that lasted about thirty seconds before we both felt too awkward to continue.But I can't stop thinking about Margot. About the way she looked at me on that balcony, like she could see every secret I've been keeping from myself. About the way she touched my face, casual and proprietary, like she already knew she could have me if she wanted.And I can't stop thinking about him, the faceless man behind the wall, the deep groans and steady rhythm that have fueled my fantasies for weeks now. I imagine what he looks like. Tall, I think. Strong hands. The kind of man
I hear them through the walls on my first night in the new apartment.The woman first, a breathy moan that starts low and builds into something raw and unrestrained. Then the man, a deep groan that makes something tighten in my belly. The rhythmic thump of a headboard against the shared wall, steady and relentless, going on for what feels like hours while I lie awake in my new bedroom and listen.I tell myself I'm annoyed by the intrusion into my quiet first night. I tell myself I'll definitely complain to the landlord tomorrow about the paper-thin walls and the inconsiderate neighbors who clearly don't care who hears them. I tell myself the heat flooding through my body is just embarrassment at the accidental invasion of someone else's privacy, nothing more than that, nothing I need to examine too closely.But my hand slides between my thighs anyway, almost without conscious thought, and I come to the sound of them coming, biting my pillow hard to muffle my own sounds so they won't h
She brings me to the edge three times with her mouth before she finally lets me fall.The orgasm crashes through me like nothing I've ever experienced, wave after wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever. She works me through it with her tongue, drawing out every last tremor, and when I finally come down I'm shaking and tearful and completely wrecked."Good girl." She kisses her way back up my body, settling beside me on the sofa. "That's it. Let it out.""I didn't know," I manage between gasps. "I didn't know it could feel like that.""It's different with someone who knows your body." She strokes my hair, patient and gentle. "Someone who takes their time. Someone who isn't racing toward their own finish line.""Has it always been like this for you? With women?""Not always. It took me time to learn my own pleasure, to find partners who cared about it." She kisses my forehead softly. "But yes, once I did, I never looked back."I turn toward her, suddenly aware that she's still clo
Her apartment is exactly what I imagined. Warm and elegant, filled with art and soft lighting and furniture that invites you to sink in and stay awhile.Vivian opens the door in a flowing satin robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looks at me standing in the hallway in my carefully chosen dress, my carefully applied makeup, my carefully constructed courage, and smiles."You came.""I almost didn't." My voice shakes slightly. "I walked around the block three times before I could make myself come up.""But you did come up." She steps aside to let me in. "That's what matters."The apartment smells like her perfume and something else, something warm and inviting. Candles flicker on surfaces throughout the living room. Music plays softly from hidden speakers, something classical and soothing."Can I get you a drink?" she asks."Please." I need something to do with my hands, something to calm my racing heart.She pours us both glasses of wine, rich and red, and sits on the sofa wi
I notice her the moment she walks into the gallery opening.She's older than me by at least a decade, maybe more, with silver threading through dark hair that falls past her shoulders in waves. She wears a simple black dress that clings to curves most women half her age would envy, and she moves through the crowd like she owns the room. Like she owns every room she's ever walked into.I can't stop staring."You're drooling." My friend Jess elbows me, grinning. "Who is she?""I don't know." My voice comes out strange, breathless. "I've never seen her before.""Well, she's definitely seen you." Jess nods toward the woman, who has stopped near a sculpture and is looking directly at me with eyes I can't read from this distance. Dark eyes. Knowing eyes. "She's been watching you for the last five minutes."My heart stutters. I look away, then look back, unable to help myself. She's still watching. And now she's smiling, a small curve of painted lips that makes my stomach flip in ways I've n
He’s bigger than I imagined, thick enough to burn, stretching me so wide my mouth falls open in a silent scream, and he buries himself to the hilt before I can adjust.The fullness is immediate and total. My pussy clenches around him involuntarily and he groans through his teeth.My hands fly to his
My brother’s taillights disappear down the street and I’m three drinks deep on Maddox’s couch wearing a sundress with nothing under it but a thong,surrounded by four of Jake’s best friends who I’ve been fantasizing about since I was eighteen.Maddox. Cole. Reid. Ty. Jake said “watch her, don’t let
The vibrator buzzes to life behind me. The sound alone makes my stomach drop.He presses it against my clit from behind. Full intensity. My body jolts and I scream into the leather.“Too much. Ethan, that’s too much.”“Terms of the bet.” He holds it in place. Pins my hips with his other hand so I ca
He kisses me.Not the way he’s been kissing me tonight, not desperate or claiming or burning down three years of distance.He kisses me soft and long and thorough, like he’s taking his time because he finally can, like he’s done running from this and wants me to feel the difference.I pull him down







