Chapter 5: The Terms of Pleasure

James’s wrists still tugged instinctively at the cuffs, the metal cold against his skin, though everything else in the room pulsed with heat. His cock stood flushed and slick against his belly, the weight of his arousal almost unbearable now, throbbing with each breath as he watched the two women—naked, glistening, wild—recover from their climax beside him.

Melena shifted first. She turned toward Emily, her cheek resting against the blonde’s bare shoulder, her fingers drifting lazily along the curve of her thigh.

“Well,” she said, her voice still thick with arousal, “we should decide how to share him.”

Emily smirked, brushing sweaty strands of hair from Melena’s temple. “Mmm ... you mean I don’t get to keep him all to myself?”

James exhaled a shaky laugh. “I’m right here, you know.”

Melena’s eyes flicked to his, dark and glinting. “Yes. And you’ll stay right there until we say otherwise.”

Emily reached down to stroke his cock lightly with two fingers, making him twitch and groan.

“Poor baby,” she said softly. “He’s so ready.”

Melena grinned. “So the real question is: who gets to ride that cock first?”

Emily made a thoughtful sound. “I mean ... I am the guest.”

“You’re also greedy.”

“That’s true.”

They looked at each other, lips twitching with mock seriousness.

“Well, you did make him hard for me on the dance floor,” Emily said, her hand now wrapping around his shaft in a slow, twisting stroke. “Seems only fair I get to sink down on him first.”

James moaned, hips rising involuntarily. Melena laughed and gently pushed them back down.

“He’s eager,” Emily murmured. “So am I.”

Melena tilted her head. “Alright. You can ride him first.”

Emily grinned in triumph.

“But,” Melena added, her voice dipping into something darker, “when it’s my turn ... you’re helping.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Helping how?”

Melena’s gaze dropped for a moment, then rose again, and there was a flicker of vulnerability in her boldness.

“I want it in my ass.”

The words hung there—soft but electric.

Emily blinked. “Seriously?”

Melena nodded, slow, deliberate. “I love it. When it’s right. When I’m opened up just right, and I’m not rushed.”

Her voice lowered further.

“I want to feel full. I want to be watched. I want to come that way.”

James’s breath hitched. His cock twitched in Emily’s hand.

“I’ve ... only done it once,” she admitted, her fingers slowing. “Didn’t love it. But I’ve never watched a woman want it.”

Melena smiled. “You’ll see.”

James’s voice came out hoarse. “You want me to...”

Melena nodded. “With her help. She’s going to hold me open while you slide into me. She’s going to keep me relaxed and ready. And when I’m full, she’s going to make me come.”

Emily turned her eyes to James, licking her lips slowly.

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” she whispered. “I think I just got wet again.”

Melena climbed over James then, straddling his chest, her folds brushing against his skin. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, hungrily, her tongue swirling into his mouth as her body pressed against his chest.

“I’m going to ride your face,” she whispered against his lips, “while you listen to her come on your cock. And then I’m going to fuck myself on you until I’m screaming.”

Emily let out a low laugh. “I love her.”

James’s entire body throbbed with need.

“I don’t know if I can last,” he groaned.

Emily climbed over his hips now, her breasts swaying slightly, her slick heat hovering just above the tip of his cock.

Melena kissed him once more, then moved up, her pussy hovering just inches from his mouth.

“Don’t come,” she said softly, “until we let you.”

Then she lowered herself onto his tongue.

And Emily began to descend onto his cock.