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The Invitation The humid air of the rooftop bar clung to Lori’s skin like a second dress. From her perch on a velvet stool, she watched the city pulse below, a throbbing network of light and life. Her own pulse was a quiet, eager drum against her ribs. She traced the intricate lines of a serpent tattoo coiled around her forearm, a familiar gesture of anticipation. Tonight, she wasn't just watching the city. She was waiting for a specific part of it to arrive.

She saw them first as a shift in the crowd’s energy. A path cleared, not out of fear, but out of a gravitational pull. Jay moved through the space with an effortless command, his tall, muscular frame encased in a simple black shirt that did little to conceal the power beneath. And beside him, a whirlwind of laughter and light—Sonia. Her curvy figure was hugged by a sapphire blue dress that made her eyes look like pieces of the sky stolen and set into her face. They were a perfect, devastating unit.

Lori’s red hair felt like a beacon under the dim, golden lights. She didn’t look away as they approached. She let them see her seeing them.

“Lori.” Sonia’s voice was a melody, playful and warm. She slipped onto the stool beside her, her knee brushing against Lori’s. “You look absolutely edible.”

Jay stood behind Sonia, a silent pillar. His gaze was a physical weight, traveling from the crimson spill of Lori’s hair down the generous curves of her body, lingering on the swell of her hips and breasts outlined by her tight black dress. He didn’t smile, but his eyes held a dark, approving heat.

“We’ve been talking about you,” Sonia purred, leaning closer. Her scent was jasmine and night air. “About how a painting this beautiful shouldn’t hang on a lonely wall.”

Lori’s breath hitched. The game was starting faster than she’d dared hope. “And what did you decide?”

Jay finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep in her belly. “We decided it deserves to be worshipped by more than one pair of hands.”

A Private Viewing The elevator to their penthouse was a glass capsule soaring into the night. Inside, the space was charged. Sonia stood pressed against Lori’s front, her fingers playing with the hem of Lori’s dress, while Jay stood behind her, his large hands resting possessively on Sonia’s hips, his front flush against her back. Lori was caught in the middle of their magnetic field, every nerve ending alight.

The apartment was all sharp angles, dark wood, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the sprawling city. But the centerpiece was a vast, low platform of a bed, heaped with silken pillows.

Sonia turned in Jay’s arms, facing Lori. “Let us see you,” she whispered, her blue eyes gleaming with a conspiratorial fire. “All of you.”

Her fingers found the zipper at the back of Lori’s dress. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room. The fabric sighed open, pooling at Lori’s feet to reveal the lush, tattooed canvas of her body. She stood there, bathed in the city’s glow, her skin prickling under their intense scrutiny. She saw the raw hunger in Jay’s eyes, the appreciative delight in Sonia’s.

“God, you’re magnificent,” Sonia breathed, stepping forward. She didn’t just look; she touched. Her palms, cool and soft, slid over the curve of Lori’s waist, up to the heavy swell of her breasts. “Jay, feel this. Feel how perfect she is.”

Jay moved behind Lori, his heat enveloping her. His hands, calloused and huge, covered Sonia’s, guiding them, adding his pressure. They mapped her together, a dual exploration that made Lori’s knees weak. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “Every inch,” he growled. “We’re going to appreciate every single inch.”

The Center of Everything Sonia’s mouth found Lori’s in a deep, searching kiss that tasted of champagne and desire. At the same time, Jay’s hands left Sonia’s and roamed over Lori’s hips, pulling her back against the hard ridge of his arousal. Lori was the fulcrum, the point around which they both pivoted.

Sonia broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Lori’s neck to her collarbone, then lower, capturing a peaked nipple in her mouth. The dual sensation—Sonia’s wet, sucking heat on her breast and Jay’s rigid length grinding against her backside—drove a moan from Lori’s throat that was half plea, half triumph.

They lowered her onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and soft sighs. Sonia straddled Lori’s thighs, leaning down to continue her worship of Lori’s breasts, her tongue circling and teasing. Jay loomed over them both, a dark god of a man, his hands peeling away Sonia’s dress before working on his own clothes.

When he joined them on the bed, fully revealed, Lori’s breath caught. He was every bit as formidable as she’d imagined. He didn’t rush. He knelt between Lori’s legs, his hands spreading her thighs apart while Sonia continued her attentions above.

“Look at her, Jay,” Sonia murmured against Lori’s stomach, her fingers splayed across Lori’s belly. “She’s all ours.”

Jay’s gaze was locked on the heart of her. He leaned down, and his tongue, broad and relentless, traced a path through her slick folds. Lori cried out, her back arching off the bed. It was an act of pure devotion, an acknowledgment of her as the center of their universe in this moment. Sonia moved to kiss her again, swallowing her moans, her own hands roaming over Jay’s broad shoulders as he feasted.

The world narrowed to the three of them: the playful, worshipful touch of the woman above her, the raw, dominant claim of the man between her legs. They were a storm of sensation, and Lori was its blissful, willing eye.

Jay’s relentless tongue sent shivers across Lori’s skin, a delicious counterpoint to Sonia’s soft, inquisitive mouth on her breasts. The air was thick with their shared breath and the slick, wet sounds of his worship. Lori’s moans were swallowed by Sonia’s kisses, her fingers tangling in the other woman’s dark hair. But then Sonia pulled back, her blue eyes gleaming with a new, wicked idea. She shifted, her body sliding down Lori’s until she was level with Jay.

Their eyes met over the trembling apex of Lori’s thigh. A silent agreement passed between them. Sonia’s tongue joined Jay’s, not replacing him, but partnering with him. They explored Lori together, a synchronized dance of heat and pressure that made her cry out, her back bowing off the silken sheets. The sensation of two mouths, two distinct techniques—Jay’s broad, demanding strokes and Sonia’s delicate, fluttering flicks—was utterly overwhelming.

Seeing his woman and their new lover become a single, writhing entity of pleasure was too much for Jay. He rose up on his knees, his own need undeniable. His hand wrapped around the thick, rigid length of his cock, stroking himself with a slow, possessive rhythm. The sight of him, all coiled muscle and primal hunger, watching them with dark, intense eyes, fueled their passion even further.

“Does it drive you wild, Jay?” Sonia murmured, her lips glistening as she looked up at him. “Watching us taste how perfect she is?”

“You have no idea,” he growled, his voice rough. His fist moved faster.

Lori, emboldened by the electricity in the room, found her voice. “Do you like seeing her make me come on her tongue while you stroke that beautiful cock?” The filthy words spilled out, surprising even her.

A low groan rumbled from Jay’s chest. “Yes. Fuck, yes. I want to see you both lose control.”

His permission was a catalyst. Sonia buried her face deeper into Lori, her moans vibrating through Lori’s core. Lori’s own control shattered, her hips bucking helplessly against the dual assault. They were a feedback loop of arousal, each gasp and cry from the women making Jay’s hand work faster, each tightening of his fist and grunt of approval pushing them closer to the edge.

The dual assault of Jay’s thick cock filling her mouth and Sonia’s skilled fingers plunging into her slick heat shattered Lori’s composure entirely. Her body convulsed, a raw, guttural scream muffled by Jay’s thrusting length. The orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, soaking Sonia’s chin and wrist in a hot rush of release.

Jay pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, allowing her a gasping breath. “Did I say you could stop?” he rumbled, his voice thick with dominance. He nudged her lips again. “Take it.”

Lori’s senses were drowning. Sonia’s dirty whispers poured into her ear, punctuating the rhythmic slide of her fingers. “Do you feel how greedy your pussy is, Lori? Sucking on my fingers like you want more. Do you want his cock deeper?”

Choking slightly, Lori obeyed, opening her mouth wider, letting Jay set a punishing rhythm. Her body jerked with aftershocks from her climax, every sensitive nerve alive and raw.

Jay’s control was absolute as he fucked her mouth, his gaze locked on where Sonia was working her. “Look at her,” he commanded Sonia. “Watch her fall apart while she sucks me.”

Sonia leaned over, her lips brushing Lori’s ear. “He loves seeing you like this. A beautiful, wrecked mess. My pretty little slut, getting fucked from both ends.” Her words were a filthy caress that sent fresh prickles of lust across Lori’s oversensitive skin. Sonia added a third finger, stretching Lori exquisitely, her thumb circling Lori’s throbbing clit with relentless pressure. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you? You’re going to scream while you taste him.”

The buildup was instantaneous and merciless. The stretch of Sonia’s fingers, the dirty talk echoing in her mind, the overwhelming presence of Jay’s cock hitting the back of her throat—it was too much. A second, sharper orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing, her cry a strangled, desperate sound around Jay’s shaft. Her hips bucked wildly against Sonia’s hand as pleasure electrocuted her system.

Feeling her tighten and convulse around Sonia’s fingers was the final straw for Jay. With a guttural roar, he slammed his cock deep into her throat and held there as his own release erupted. Hot, salty pulses flooded Lori’s mouth, and she swallowed desperately, her body still trembling from its own climax.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Jay slowly withdrew, and Sonia gently pulled her fingers free. Lori lay between them, utterly spent, every inch of her skin humming with satisfaction.

Sonia smiled, wiping her glistening chin on the sheets before leaning down to kiss Lori’s forehead. “Beautiful,” she whispered. Jay’s large hand came to rest possessively on Lori’s hip, his touch now soothing. They were a tangle of warm, sated limbs under the city lights, the aftermath of the storm a perfect, heavy calm.

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