The hotel suite was sleek and high above the city — black marble counters, floor-to-ceiling windows, and the kind of king-sized bed that invited more than sleep.
Ava and Leo had done this before.
They had met Camille and Nate at a wine tasting just a few weeks earlier — newly open, curious, a little nervous. Ava saw it right away: the way Camille watched her mouth, the way Nate responded when Leo spoke with quiet authority.
Tonight, they had invited them up. No pretense. No games.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Ava had said with a soft smile as she poured Camille another drink. “But if you do… we won’t hold back.”
Now, the four of them stood in the suite — the city lights glowing below, the air buzzing with anticipation.
Ava crossed the room first, unbuttoning Leo’s shirt slowly, teasingly. Camille watched, her breathing shallow. Nate’s hand tightened around his glass.
Leo caught Camille’s eye and extended a hand.
“You ready to watch her come undone?” he asked Nate. “Because we are.”
Camille stepped forward, letting Leo kiss her — slow, deep, one hand tangled in her hair, the other sliding down her back. Ava reached for Nate, pulling him in with that magnetic pull she always had when she was hungry for something new.
“I want to hear how you sound,” she whispered in his ear. “When you’re inside someone who really knows what she’s doing.”
Clothes dropped fast — not frantic, but urgent. Ava had Nate against the wall, riding him slow and hard, whispering filthy things into his neck that made him groan. Across the room, Leo had Camille on the edge of the bed, her legs wide, her hands fisting the sheets as he licked her until she couldn’t stay quiet.
And then — the swap.
They didn’t ask. It just happened. A glance. A nod. Ava moved to Camille, kissed her deep, fingers sliding between her thighs. Leo pulled Nate closer, murmuring something in his ear as he guided him toward Ava’s still-wet body.
Camille cried out under Ava’s touch, writhing, her hips grinding against her hand. Nate sank into Ava from behind, his hands gripping her hips as she moaned shamelessly, meeting every thrust.
Leo sat back, stroking himself as he watched the two women melt into each other — Camille’s lips parted, eyes wild, and Ava kissing her while taking Nate deep.
No one held back. No one played it safe.
It was raw. Messy. Loud. Camille came with her nails in Ava’s thigh. Ava followed seconds later, clenching around Nate, body trembling.
When they were all spent — flushed and wrecked and grinning like sinners — they collapsed on the bed together, breathless.
Camille laughed, still catching her breath. “So that’s what we’ve been missing.”
Ava kissed her shoulder. “That was just round one.”
Leo raised a brow. “Ever tried switching mid-stroke?”
Nate blinked. “Not yet.”
Ava smirked. “You will.”
