The penthouse was all glass and dark stone — high above the city, soaked in golden light and expectation.
Ava and Leo arrived first. They always did. They liked to set the mood. Leo poured whiskey, Ava lit the candles. No music. Just silence, tension, and the sound of the city far below.
The knock came at 10:06 p.m.
Nina and Jace were new to this — eager, gorgeous, a little nervous, but burning under the surface. They followed the rules: no hesitation, total consent, no leaving before the night was over.
Ava opened the door in nothing but heels and a silk robe. Leo stayed seated on the edge of the bed, already shirtless, his stare heavy.
“You made it,” Ava purred.
Nina swallowed. Jace smirked.
“We’re yours,” he said. “Show us.”
That was all it took.
Ava walked straight to Nina, untied her dress with a flick of her fingers and let it fall. No ceremony. Just heat. She kissed her — hard and open, her hand sliding between her thighs, already slick.
Jace moved toward Leo like instinct, kneeling in front of him, running his mouth along his inner thigh, asking nothing. Leo curled his fingers into his hair and pulled.
“Slow,” Leo said. “You wait until I say.”
They didn’t separate. That was the rule. One space. One rhythm.
Ava bent Nina over the bed, fingers between her legs, lips on her neck. “You’re going to watch your man get used,” she whispered. “And then I’m going to make you beg for the same.”
Jace moaned around Leo’s cock as Ava slid two fingers into Nina, deep and slow. Her moans were breathy, broken. Leo grunted above them, steady and controlled, his body tensing. And then they switched.
Jace took Ava from behind, gripping her hips as she moaned for more, while Leo pulled Nina onto his lap, guiding her down onto him inch by inch. Her nails dug into his chest as he filled her, completely.
“You ride me,” he said, low and rough. “Make him watch you lose it.”
They all kept watching each other — one rhythm, mirrored pleasure. Ava came hard, Jace still inside her, her cry breaking the stillness. Nina followed, shaking, her head thrown back, her body quaking around Leo. They didn’t stop.
Not when Ava pulled Nina into her mouth. Not when Leo told Jace to come on his stomach and not move until they were finished.
The last orgasm didn’t end in a scream — it ended in a breathless, stunned silence. Four bodies ruined. Sheets soaked. The city glittering beyond the windows.
