Rain drummed steadily against the windows as the city blurred outside in streaks of silver. Inside the loft, the lights were low, the music mellow, and the wine was on its third pour.
Ava sat curled on the couch in a silk slip that clung to her like heat. Her legs were tucked under her, the stem of her glass resting between her fingers. Across from her, Leo lounged with the kind of relaxed confidence that only came when he felt fully in control — of the room, the energy, the woman next to him.
Between them sat Riley.
She was newer to their world, but not unfamiliar. They’d met her at a gallery opening weeks ago, her energy sharp and sensual, her eyes playful. The three of them had talked for hours, the flirtation obvious, but unspoken.
Until tonight.
Riley’s lipstick was dark. Her heels were off. Her smile said she knew exactly why she’d come.
Ava glanced at Leo. He nodded once — the tiniest, silent “go.”
Ava reached for Riley’s hand, tracing soft circles along her palm, letting her fingers slide up to her wrist. “You’re not nervous, are you?” she asked, her voice all honey and heat.
Riley shook her head. “Not even a little.”
“Good,” Leo murmured, sipping his wine.
Riley leaned in and kissed Ava first — soft and teasing, like a question. Ava answered with her mouth open, her fingers threading through Riley’s hair. Leo watched, exhaling slowly, his hand already tightening around the glass.
“Come here,” Ava said to him without looking. “We want you in this.”
Clothes were gone in minutes — discarded on the floor like old rules. Ava lay back on the couch, Riley between her legs, kissing and tasting her like she’d been waiting for permission her whole life. Leo moved behind Riley, his hands on her hips, his mouth on her neck. The moan Riley let out made Ava shiver.
They took their time — exploring, trading touches, finding rhythm in each other’s pleasure. Leo kissed Ava while he took Riley from behind, her body stretched and trembling between them. Ava reached out, brushing Riley’s cheek, whispering things that made her come undone.
The room smelled like sex and wine and rain.
Later, tangled in the sheets on the living room floor, their bodies marked and satisfied, Riley let out a low laugh.
