Chapter 9

Kitchen, 3:07 AM

The kitchen was dim but cozy, bathed in the soft, golden glow of under-cabinet lights. The tile floor was cool against bare feet, and the air smelled faintly of citrus and salt from the electrolyte drinks sweating in their hands.

Mia sat on the counter, legs swinging, sipping hers with one hand while the other absentmindedly ran down her thigh. Her golden skin glistened from earlier exertion, her golden braids slightly damp, sticking to her neck. She was flushed, wide-eyed, and humming with energy, too charged to rest.

“We should open a sex coaching studio,” Linda said, leaning her toned frame against the fridge with a crooked smile. She wore nothing but a thin towel around her neck, breasts still flushed from earlier. “You as the instructor, of course.”

Mia grinned and took another sip. “First lesson: how to survive being worshipped by four people at once,” she said. “Second lesson: how to politely ask for release without sounding too desperate.”

“Too late for that,” Linda teased, winking. “You’ve been squirming for an hour.”

Mia laughed, setting down her drink. “You have no idea. I need it. My clit is actually vibrating.”

Across the room, Benny leaned on the kitchen island, sipping slowly. He was already hard again, standing proud and flushed—youth and lust buzzing in him like an electric wire.

Jon noticed it too. He set his drink down and stepped closer to Mia, his hand sliding around her waist. Linda joined him, brushing Mia’s hair from her face, eyes gleaming.

“I think we’ve got just the cure,” Jon murmured.

Before Mia could reply, they moved in tandem—fluent in unspoken choreography. One moment she was perched on the counter, and the next she was airborne, hoisted effortlessly between their bodies. She gasped, laughing breathlessly, arms flinging around their necks as they steadied her with ease.

“Whoa—Jesus!” she squealed, her feet kicking lightly in the air. “You’re both so strong...”

“Hold on tight, baby,” Linda whispered.

Their arms locked under her thighs, powerful and secure. Mia’s legs were pulled gently apart as they adjusted her between them—one hand on her lower back, the other gripping her soft, pliant thighs. She hung suspended, her center bared and glistening, exposed to the warm kitchen air.

And to Benny.

He approached slowly. Eyes wide, breath shallow, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Her legs open like petals, trembling slightly. Her flushed folds, wet and wanting. Her face, glowing, turned down to meet his gaze.

“Hi,” Mia said, breathy and playful. “Your turn to learn something, love.”

He stepped between her parted thighs, and her hips rolled instinctively toward him. Jon and Linda held her steady, lifting her just enough—positioning her perfectly. Mia wrapped her ankles around Benny’s waist, drawing him in with a teasing squeeze.

And just before he entered her, she whispered, “Make it last. But don’t be too gentle.”

Benny took a steadying breath, his chest rising and falling as he aligned himself. His tip nudged against her, warm and slick, and Mia moaned softly, her head falling back between Jon and Linda’s shoulders.

“God, yes...” she whispered.

And then he pushed in—slow and firm. Her body welcomed him greedily, folds parting, heat meeting heat. Her back arched in the air, suspended between their bodies, thighs twitching as he filled her.

“Oh ... Benny...” she gasped, eyes fluttering open to lock with his. “That’s it ... yes, love, just like that.”

Linda’s fingers rubbed slow circles on Mia’s lower back while Jon pressed soft kisses to her temple. “Beautiful,” he murmured, watching Benny’s hips roll with gentle precision. “You’re amazing!”