The loft was dark, except for the amber glow of pendant lights hanging above the bed. One massive mattress on the floor. No walls. No furniture. Just clean sheets, soft music, and four bodies buzzing with anticipation.
Ava and Leo had done this before. Again and again — they knew how to move, how to lead, how to break someone open with a whisper. Tonight was different, though. Carter and Isla weren’t shy. They weren’t tentative. They came hungry.
And Ava loved that.
Carter pulled Ava onto the bed the moment the door closed — his hands firm, his mouth rough. Across the room, Leo already had Isla moaning into his mouth, her dress pushed up around her hips as he teased her with maddening patience.
They didn’t hesitate. No warm-up. No talking. Just a shared look — this is happening — and then it all unraveled.
Ava straddled Carter’s face, her fingers knotted in his hair, riding his mouth with slow, grinding need while she watched Leo fuck Isla against the headboard. The sound of skin, breath, and broken moans filled the room.
When Carter lifted her off his mouth, he flipped her easily, her legs thrown open, and slid into her like he already owned her. Ava cried out, eyes on Leo as he pulled Isla’s hair back, whispering something dark into her ear.
And then they switched — no words. Just a silent agreement, bodies already aching to feel something different. Leo took Ava’s face in his hands as he pushed inside her, slow and deep, while Isla climbed onto Carter, already dripping, already open.
This wasn’t soft. It was rough, honest, necessary. Ava’s moans were swallowed by Leo’s mouth as he thrust harder, watching her eyes flutter. Isla came hard, her voice sharp, Carter’s hands gripping her ass as he held her in place.
At some point, they all ended up tangled — mouths everywhere, hands overlapping, no one knowing whose legs were whose anymore. Ava kissed Isla between gasps, fingers tangled in her hair, as Leo and Carter kept thrusting, switching, teasing, overstimulating them both until their bodies gave in, again and again.
By the end, none of them could move.
Just sweat. Breath. Satisfaction.
Carter wiped his mouth and smiled lazily at Leo. “No one leaves hungry.”
Leo chuckled. “Speak for yourself. I’m already ready for dessert.”
Ava rolled over, lips swollen, body wrecked, and grinned. “Good. Because we don’t sleep here.”
