The room smelled like sex and sweat.
The lights were low — just the flicker of candles and the city’s neon glow filtering through sheer curtains. The bed was massive, but even that didn’t give them much space. And no one wanted space.
Ava was on top of Jace, her hands gripping his chest, thighs trembling as he thrust up into her. His mouth was open, watching her come undone — sweat slick on her skin, her moans loud and unashamed.
Next to them, Leo had Nina bent over the foot of the bed, one hand on her throat, the other gripping her ass as he fucked her hard, relentless, deep. Her nails clawed at the sheets, her voice broken and wild.
They weren’t swapping anymore. They were sharing.
There was no awkward talk, no planning. Just heat, trust, chaos.
“Switch,” Leo growled.
No one hesitated.
Ava climbed off Jace and crawled across the bed, body shaking, mouth finding Leo’s as she pressed herself against him. Behind her, Nina was already climbing on top of Jace, sinking down with a cry, her head thrown back, hands digging into his shoulders.
Leo didn’t ask. He flipped Ava onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slid into her in one deep, perfect stroke. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders, clinging to him like she was drowning. She was still dripping from Jace — used, stretched, ready.
Ava looked over. Nina was riding Jace like she was possessed, her rhythm brutal, her cries echoing off the walls. Her eyes locked with Ava’s.
“Watch me,” she moaned. “Watch me take what you softened.”
Ava came instantly, her whole body locking around Leo, her scream muffled by his mouth.
And still, they didn’t stop.
They kept swapping mid-thrust — Ava riding Jace again, rougher now, his hands fisting her hair; Leo guiding Nina onto her back, lifting her legs high, pounding her while her moans turned frantic.
Sweat dripped. Candles burned lower. The bed creaked under the rhythm of four bodies who knew no limits.
They finished in a pile of limbs — breathing heavy, skin marked, soaked and aching.
Jace finally broke the silence. “I think I forgot who started where.”
Nina laughed, voice wrecked. “Who cares?”
Ava rolled onto Leo’s chest, her lips swollen, her thighs sore. “No one leaves clean here.”
Leo kissed her forehead. “And we haven’t even started round two.”
