Ethan came home to quiet—too quiet for his birthday. The lights were low, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and heat. He found Lena in their bedroom, leaning against the foot of the bed in a deep red slip that clung to her curves like it had been painted on.
She didn’t speak at first. Just watched him as he closed the door behind him, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
“You look dangerous,” he said.
“I am,” she whispered, walking toward him, eyes gleaming. “And I’m not alone.”
He barely had time to process it before he felt another body press against his back. Fingers slid around his waist, a second set of lips brushed his neck.
“Maya,” he breathed.
Lena’s best friend. His not-so-secret crush. The three of them had danced around this tension for months—long looks, flirtatious comments, subtle touches that lingered too long.
Tonight, none of that was held back.
“This is your birthday gift,” Lena said, reaching up to unbutton his shirt slowly. “You’ve been so good to us. Let us be good to you.”
Maya’s hands moved lower, her touch bolder, hungrier. Lena dropped to her knees first, looking up at him with fire in her eyes, while Maya kissed down his back, her lips tracing over his skin like she’d imagined it a thousand times.
They undressed him together—like worship, like play.
He sat back on the edge of the bed as they undressed for him. Lena first, slipping out of her slip without breaking eye contact. Then Maya, slower, more teasing, her fingers dragging her straps down inch by inch until she stood naked in the golden light.
They came to him together. Kissing him. Touching him. Their hands all over, syncing like they’d rehearsed it. Lena straddled his lap, grinding against him while Maya kissed her from behind, then turned her attention to him—mouth hot, wet, eager.
Ethan moaned as Lena guided him inside her, slow and deep. She gasped, gripping his shoulders, while Maya knelt beside them, watching with hungry eyes. Then her mouth was on him too—on his neck, his chest, then lower, finding Lena’s lips as they moved together on top of him.
The three of them moved like a storm—heated, breathless, tangled in sweat and gasps and whispered names. They shifted, reversed, explored. At one point, Maya rode him while Lena kissed her, fingers playing between their thighs. Later, Ethan had both women writhing beneath his hands, his mouth, his everything.
It wasn’t just sex—it was communion. Craving and care colliding in waves of pleasure.
When they finally collapsed into a heap of limbs and laughter, the air heavy with heat and satisfaction, Lena curled into his side, her voice thick with warmth and afterglow.
“So,” she murmured, “worth the wait?”
He chuckled, pulling both women closer. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten. And I haven’t even blown out the candles yet.”