Mag-log inThe VIP lounge door clicked shut behind them with a heavy, final sound.
No music now. Just their breathing and the muffled thump of bass bleeding through the walls. The room was small, dark, expensive. Black velvet couch that stretched long enough to be obscene. A low bed in the corner — not a real bed, more like a wide, padded platform dressed in dark sheets. Dim red lighting from hidden strips. A mirrored wall. A lock that Kai twisted with a lazy flick of his wrist. Maya stood in the middle of the room, chest rising fast, dress already twisted high on her thighs from the way their hands had been on her in the hallway. Kai didn’t waste time. He walked straight up, grabbed her by the jaw — not rough, but firm — and kissed her like he’d been starving for it. Tongue deep, teeth catching her lip, sucking hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. At the same time his other hand shoved her dress up over her hips, exposing her completely. No panties. Just slick, swollen, glistening skin. “Fuck,” he growled against her lips. “You’ve been dripping since the dance floor, haven’t you?” Maya nodded, breathless. “Couldn’t help it. You two kept looking at me like you were gonna eat me alive.” Jace stepped up behind her. His hands slid under the straps of her dress and yanked them down in one hard motion. The fabric pooled at her waist, leaving her breasts bare. Heavy, nipples already tight and dark from the cold air and the way they’d been rubbing against the dress all night. He didn’t speak. He just wrapped one thick forearm around her waist, pulled her back against his chest, and palmed both breasts at once — rough, possessive squeezes that made her arch. His thumbs dragged over her nipples, slow circles, then sharp pinches that made her cry out into Kai’s mouth. Kai broke the kiss, grinning like a devil. “Look at her tits, man. Fucking perfect.” Jace answered by dipping his head and sucking one nipple into his mouth — hard, wet, no teasing. Teeth grazed, tongue flicked fast. Maya’s hands flew to his hair, pulling, hips jerking forward into nothing. Kai dropped to his knees in front of her. He shoved her thighs apart with both hands. No warning. Just spread her wide and buried his face between her legs. The first lick was long and filthy — tongue flat, dragging from her entrance all the way up to her clit. He groaned like he’d tasted heaven. “So fucking wet,” he muttered against her pussy. “Taste like you’ve been thinking about cock all night.” “I have,” she gasped. “Yours. His. Both.” Kai sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it fast while two fingers plunged inside her — no gentleness, just deep, curling, pumping. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. Loud. Sloppy. Dripping down his wrist. Jace moved behind her, grinding his hard cock against her ass through his jeans. One hand stayed on her breast, rolling and tugging the nipple. The other slid up to her throat — not choking, just holding. Possessive. Letting her feel how much bigger he was. “You’re shaking already,” Jace said, voice low and gravelly against her ear. “We haven’t even started fucking you yet.” Maya’s knees buckled. Kai caught her hips, kept her upright, and ate her harder — tongue lashing her clit, fingers fucking in and out so fast her thighs trembled. She came like that — sudden, violent. Head thrown back against Jace’s shoulder, mouth open on a choked scream. Her pussy clenched around Kai’s fingers, gushing, slick running down his hand, dripping onto the floor. He didn’t stop. Kept licking through it, slower now, lapping up every drop like he was addicted. When she finally stopped shaking, Kai stood up, lips shiny, chin wet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. “Bed. Now.” They didn’t give her time to walk. Jace scooped her up — effortless, like she weighed nothing — and carried her the few steps to the platform bed. Dropped her onto her back. Dress bunched around her waist, legs spread, pussy still pulsing from the first orgasm. Kai was already stripping. Shirt gone. Jeans shoved down. Cock springing free — long, thick, flushed dark, leaking at the tip. Jace followed. Shirt ripped off. Jeans kicked away. His cock was heavier, girthier, veins standing out. He stroked himself once, slow, eyes locked on her. Maya looked between them, chest heaving, thighs slick, nipples aching. “Fuck me,” she said. Voice wrecked. “Both of you. I want it all.” Kai climbed onto the bed first. Grabbed her ankles, yanked her toward him, spread her legs wide again. He lined up and sank in — one long, slow, brutal thrust. No condom. Just raw, hot, stretching her open until he bottomed out. Maya’s back bowed. “Oh fuck— so deep—” Kai didn’t let her adjust. He started fucking her hard — deep, punishing strokes that slapped skin on skin. The bed rocked. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Jace knelt beside her head. He fisted his cock and brought it to her mouth. “Open.” She did. Tongue out. Eyes up. Took him in slow — lips stretching around the head, then deeper, until he hit the back of her throat. He groaned, hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm while Kai pounded her pussy. They found a filthy rhythm. Kai slamming into her, balls slapping her ass. Jace fucking her mouth, slow and deep, letting her gag just enough to make her eyes water. “Such a good little slut,” Kai grunted, thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast circles. “Taking two cocks like you were made for it.” Jace pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, stroked himself over her face. “Gonna come on your tongue soon. But first…” He moved down her body. Kai slowed, still buried deep, holding her open. Jace slid between her legs, right beside Kai’s cock, and licked her clit while Kai kept fucking her — slow, grinding thrusts now. The sensation broke her again. Two tongues. One cock. Fingers everywhere. She came screaming — thighs shaking, pussy spasming, soaking Kai’s cock and Jace’s face. Kai cursed. “Fuck— she’s squeezing me so tight—” Jace rose up, cock in hand. “Switch.” They flipped her onto her stomach without asking. Kai lay back. Pulled her on top. She sank down onto him, riding reverse, ass facing him. He gripped her hips, fucked up into her hard. Jace knelt in front of her face again — but this time he pushed her forward, made her brace on her hands. Then he moved behind her. Maya felt the blunt head of his cock nudge her entrance — right beside Kai’s. “Relax, baby,” Jace murmured. “You’re gonna take us both.” Kai held still, buried deep. Jace pushed in — slow, careful, stretching her impossibly full. Maya’s mouth fell open. No sound at first. Just pure, overwhelming fullness. When he bottomed out, both of them groaned. “Fuck,” Kai hissed. “Feel that? She’s dripping all over us.” Jace started moving first — shallow thrusts. Then Kai matched him. They fucked her together — alternating, then both at once, stretching her wide, filling her completely. Maya could barely think. Just sensation. Heat. Pressure. The obscene wet sounds. Their grunts. Her own broken moans. “Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder— please—” They did. Jace gripped her hair, yanked her head back. Kai slapped her ass — once, hard. Then again. She came again — shattering, sobbing, pussy clamping down so tight they both cursed. Kai went first — slamming deep, cock pulsing, flooding her with heat. Jace followed seconds later — growling low, spilling inside her, mixing with Kai until it leaked out around both of them. They stayed like that for long seconds — buried in her, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Then they slowly pulled out. Cum dripped from her onto the sheets. She collapsed between them, trembling, wrecked, smiling. Kai kissed her shoulder. Jace brushed hair from her face. “Still want more?” Kai asked, voice hoarse. Maya laughed — breathless, filthy. She reached down, dragged a finger through the mess they’d left between her thighs, then brought it to her lips and licked it clean while holding both their gazes. “Nah,” she said, voice wrecked and smug. “I’m full. You two made sure of that.” Jace’s eyes darkened at the sight. Kai groaned and dropped his forehead to her collarbone. “Fucking menace.” She grinned, stretched like a cat between them, then rolled off the bed on shaky legs. Her dress was still bunched around her waist. She didn’t bother fixing it. Just stepped into her heels, glanced back at their wrecked, panting bodies, and blew them a kiss. “Thanks for the refill, boys. I needed that.” The door clicked shut behind her. They stared at the empty space she’d left, still catching their breath, cocks twitching at the memory. The red light glowed on.The VIP lounge door clicked shut behind them with a heavy, final sound.No music now. Just their breathing and the muffled thump of bass bleeding through the walls.The room was small, dark, expensive. Black velvet couch that stretched long enough to be obscene. A low bed in the corner — not a real bed, more like a wide, padded platform dressed in dark sheets. Dim red lighting from hidden strips. A mirrored wall. A lock that Kai twisted with a lazy flick of his wrist.Maya stood in the middle of the room, chest rising fast, dress already twisted high on her thighs from the way their hands had been on her in the hallway.Kai didn’t waste time.He walked straight up, grabbed her by the jaw — not rough, but firm — and kissed her like he’d been starving for it. Tongue deep, teeth catching her lip, sucking hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. At the same time his other hand shoved her dress up over her hips, exposing her completely. No panties. Just slick, swollen, glistening sk
The bass was so deep it lived inside Maya’s ribcage.Strobe lights sliced through the dark, painting her skin in flashes of violet and electric blue. Her black dress clung like a second skin—thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem riding dangerously high every time she rolled her hips to the beat. Sweat shimmered along her collarbone, between her breasts, down the small of her back. She felt untethered, alive, reckless in the best way.She was dancing alone, eyes half-closed, letting the music fuck her body the way she wished someone would tonight.Then she felt it.Two sets of eyes.She didn’t have to look to know. She could feel them—hot, deliberate, unapologetic.When she finally opened her eyes and turned her head, there they were.The tall one—Kai—lean and sharp-edged, dark hair falling into his face, ink crawling out from under the rolled sleeves of his black shirt. His smirk was lazy, dangerous, like he already knew how this night would end. He moved through the crowd like w
The air in the room still smelled like sex—sweat, cum, and that faint cedarwood lingering on Adrian’s skin. Brielle’s thighs were sticky with both of them, her pussy still swollen and sensitive from the first round, throbbing faintly every time she shifted against his hip. His cock, half-hard already, rested heavy against her leg, slick and warm.She tilted her head back to look at him, lips curved in a lazy, filthy smile. “You heard me, big brother. Tongue first. Make me cum all over your face before you fuck me again.”Adrian’s eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing the hazel. He didn’t answer with words. He just moved.He rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion, hands rough on her hips as he shoved the wet T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the dark. Her breasts spilled free—full, nipples still tight and reddened from earlier. He stared down at her like he was starving, gaze raking from her flushed face to the mess between her legs: her pussy lips puffy
The words hung between them like smoke—thick, impossible to ignore.“Then don’t.”Brielle’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cracked the last thin wall of restraint. Adrian’s eyes flared, pupils blown wide in the dim glow from the streetlight slipping through the curtains. His grip on her wrists flexed—once, hard—then loosened just enough that she could feel the tremor in his fingers.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her.It wasn’t gentle. It was starving.His mouth crashed into hers, teeth grazing her bottom lip before his tongue pushed inside, claiming the space she’d left open with that single, reckless dare. Brielle arched up into him, meeting the kiss with equal hunger. Her legs parted wider, instinctively hooking around his hips, pulling him down so that thick, rigid length pressed flush against her bare folds. The thin cotton of his shorts was the only barrier now, and it did nothing to hide how hot he was, how hard, how desperately
The house had never felt smaller.Relatives from out of town had flooded in for the weekend—uncles, aunts, cousins, the whole chaotic extended family—and every spare corner was claimed. The guest room was double-booked, the couch was taken, and the air mattress in the living room was already occupied by snoring in-laws.Which left only one solution.Mom had said it so casually over dinner, like it wasn’t a bomb:“Brielle, you and Adrian can share your room tonight. It’s just one night. You’re both adults now, right? The bed’s big enough.”Brielle, eighteen and still trying to act cool about everything, had frozen with her fork halfway to her mouth. Adrian—her stepbrother since she was twelve and he was thirteen, back when their parents got married—leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, that familiar cocky grin spreading slow across his face.“Share a bed?” he echoed, voice dripping with mock horror. “With her? Mom, you serious? I’d rather sleep on the roof.”Brielle shot him a glare.







