Chapter 1: The Birthday Show Begins
You reached Tom’s building about twenty minutes later, the three of you walking close enough that your shoulders kept brushing.
Upstairs, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping back so you and Jess could go in first. The familiar sight of his flat—sofa, shelves, the lamp you always forgot to turn off—felt different with Jess’s coat sliding off beside yours.
Tom shut the door behind you and turned, hands going instinctively into his pockets like he needed to do something with them.
“Right,” he said, a little breathless. “We are… here.”
You toed off your shoes and straightened, deliberately taking charge before anyone could overthink it.
“Well,” you said, shrugging out of your coat, “thirsty, anyone? I actually did buy something special for this occasion.”
Tom and Jess were both bent over their shoes; Jess dropped hers with a thud and put her bag by the door, eyes lighting up.
“Please let it be champagne,” she said. “Or at least something in a bottle I can pretend is classy.”
You smiled and headed for the kitchen. A moment later you came back with a cold bottle of Moët in hand, label catching the light.
“Yup,” you said. “Wish granted.”
Tom’s eyebrows shot up.
“You do remember,” he said, “that I have absolutely no champagne glasses?”
You chuckled.
“We won’t need glasses,” you said. “Trust me.”
You popped the cork with a soft bang, foam kissing the lip of the bottle before settling. You took a tiny sip straight from the neck, then grabbed a chilled bottle of water from the counter in your other hand.
“Come on,” you said. “Let’s take this upstairs.”
Tom stared at the Moët, then at you.
“We’re drinking ninety-dollar champagne straight from the bottle,” he said. “That’s… a choice. Classy.”
You snorted.
“Nothing about what we’re about to do is going to be classy,” you said. “That ship sailed an hour ago.”
Jess laughed, already padding toward the stairs.
“Honestly,” she said, “this is the most honest use of Moët I’ve ever witnessed.”
You hooked your fingers lightly in Tom’s sleeve as you passed him, pressing the bottle into his hand so you could take the water instead.
“Come on, birthday boy,” you said over your shoulder. “Upstairs.”
He swallowed, nodded once, and followed you and Jess up to the bedroom, the champagne cool and heavy in his grip, the air between all three of you humming with intention.
***
You led the way up the stairs, the soft thud of Jess’s footsteps ahead of you and Tom’s a step behind.
In his room, you nudged the door open with your hip. The familiar space—bed, lamp, the slightly crooked framed poster on the wall—felt sharper somehow, lit by the low pool of light from the bedside lamp.
You crossed to the bedside table and set the Moët, which you quickly took from Tom’s hand, and the bottle of water down there, the glass clink soft in the quiet.
When you turned back, they were both just inside the doorway.
Jess had kept the dress she’d worn to the bar—a black, fitted thing that skimmed her thighs and made her legs look endless. You were still in your own black dress too, a different cut but similar length, like you were two versions of the same idea. Tom stood between you in his shirt and jeans, looking like he’d walked into a fantasy he absolutely hadn’t trusted himself to have.
You smiled, deliberately easy.
“Okay,” you said. “Last chance for anyone to decide they’d rather just nick the Moët and watch something stupid.”
Jess’s mouth curled.
“Tempting,” she said. “But no. I’m good.”
You looked at Tom.
He met your eyes, nerves still there but layered under something steadier.
“I’m very sure,” he said quietly. “that this is going to be much better than anything on TV.”
That made it easier to move and you stepped up to him, your hands rested flat on his chest for a moment, feeling the quick thump of his heart under your palms.
“Kiss me,” you added.
His breath left him in a small huff of relief.
“Gladly,” he said.
He bent his head and kissed you—warm and familiar, the soft scrape of stubble, his hands finding your waist and settling there like they belonged. The noise from the bar, the walk home, the champagne, all faded until there was just this: his mouth on yours, the cotton of his shirt under your fingers, the faint creak of the floorboards as he shifted closer.
You were acutely aware of Jess watching, but it didn’t feel exposing; more like letting her into something you and he already knew by heart.
When you finally drew back, you didn’t step away. You turned your head toward her, still close enough that Tom’s hands stayed anchored on your hips.
Jess arched a brow, the corner of her mouth lifting.
“My turn?” she asked lightly.
You held a hand out to her.
“If you want,” you said.
“I sure do,” she smiled before she slid her fingers through yours. Up close, the usual sharpness in her expression softened; there was a flicker of nerves there that matched your own from earlier.
You answered it by leaning in.
The first kiss with her was slower, exploratory, your free hand finding the curve of her waist through the black fabric. She tasted faintly of lime and champagne, lips sure but not pushy. Behind you, you felt Tom’s grip on your hips tighten just fractionally, a tiny, involuntary reaction that made heat curl low in your stomach.
You smiled against Jess’s mouth.
“You okay?” you asked over your shoulder, without turning.
There was a quiet, stunned laugh from him.
“Absolutely not,” he said. “In the best possible way.”
Jess huffed a soft laugh of her own, breath brushing your lips.
You pulled back just enough to glance between them, your hand still on her waist, Tom’s hands still warm on your hips.
“Go on, then,” you said to her, mouth curving. “Your turn.”
Her grin went sharper.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said.
She stepped in closer, turning so she was right in front of him, the hem of her black dress brushing his knees. One of her hands slid up to his jaw, thumb skimming the line of stubble, the other settling on his shoulder.
Tom looked up at her, already a little flushed, eyes flicking briefly to you before returning to her.
“Deja vu,” he murmured.
Jess opened her mouth to say something back, but he didn’t give her the chance. His hand slid from your hip to her waist, tugging her the last inch closer as he tipped his head up and kissed her first.
It wasn’t tentative. It was firm, sure, setting the pace. Jess made a quiet, pleased sound against his mouth, one of her hands tightening on his shoulder, letting him lead.
You felt his other hand stay on you, fingers curled into the fabric of your dress like he was staking a claim on both of you at once.
You shifted, stepping out of the narrow space between his knees and circling behind Jess. As you moved, you let your fingers trail lightly along her arm.
“Keep going,” you murmured near her ear, low enough that it was mostly for the two of them.
She did. Tom angled his head, deepening the kiss; Jess followed easily, her free hand sliding up into his hair.
You reached for the small zip at the back of her dress, found it, and drew it down in one slow line. The black fabric loosened under your fingers. You dipped your head to press a soft kiss to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, feeling her shiver between the two of you as Tom kissed her mouth and you worked your way up the side of her throat.
For a moment, everything narrowed to that tangle: his hand on her waist, his other still hooked in your dress; your fingers at the open back of hers; Jess leaning into both of you at once.
***
He drew back first, breathing a little harder, eyes dark as he looked at her.
Jess’s lashes fluttered as she caught her breath. With your hands still at her back, she let the loosened dress slide down over her hips, biting her lip as it pooled around her feet.
For a beat, nobody moved.
Tom’s gaze travelled up and down once, slow, like he was trying to commit every line to memory before he looked back at your face.
“Jesus,” he said quietly. “Both of you.”
You felt a ridiculous little swell of satisfaction, your hand brushing over the warm skin of Jess’s side as you stood behind her. She shifted, turning back toward him; you moved with her, one of your hands resting lightly on her hip while the other slid forward to toy with the open edge of his shirt.
Jess stepped in closer between his knees, fingers going to his buttons, working them open one by one. Tom’s hand stayed anchored on your waist, thumb stroking absently through the fabric of your dress as if he needed the reassurance that you were still right there.
Jess glanced up at him through her lashes, then sideways at you, a wicked little smile tugging at her mouth.
“Hmm,” she said. “You’ve got one very sexy boyfriend and I thank you for sharing him with me.”
Heat crept up your neck; you’d huffed out a laugh.
“Anytime,” you’d said. “He’s pretty all right.”
Tom had let out a disbelieving little noise.
“I am right here, you know,” he’d muttered, though the pleased curve of his mouth had completely ruined the complaint.
You’d chuckled.
“Just take the compliment, Sturridge,” you’d said.
Then you’d leaned in, lips brushing Jess’s ear.
“Should we give him a little show?” you’d whispered.
Jess’s answering grin had been immediate, sharp and delighted.
“Absolutely,” she’d murmured back. “I think he deserves that.”
You’d turned back to Tom, closing the distance to stand between his knees. Your hands had slid up his chest, over the open panels of his shirt, before you leaned down and kissed him. He’d met you halfway, mouth sure and warm, fingers finding the lapels of his shirt and tugging you closer.
As the kiss deepened, you’d pushed the fabric off his shoulders properly this time, easing it down his arms. He’d shifted to help, muscles flexing under your palms as you stripped it away completely and dropped it blindly onto the floor. For a heartbeat he was just there in front of you—bare chest, familiar lines, jeans riding low on his hips, breath a little unsteady.
His hands had smoothed down your sides, finding the zip of your dress and drawing it down in one slow pull. Cool air had licked over your back as the fabric loosened.
“You do know how fucking gorgeous you are, right?” he’d murmured against your mouth.
You’d felt the words all the way down your spine as his fingers eased the dress over your hips. The black fabric had slid down and pooled at your feet.
From the side, there’d been the soft pop of the Moët being opened again. Jess had lifted the bottle, taking a small, appreciative sip while she watched you both, one hip hooked against the edge of the dresser, eyes bright.
“Okay,” she’d said, voice gone low and amused. “This is extremely unfair on my nervous system.”
Tom had glanced over at her, cheeks already flushed, then back at you, his hand tightening briefly at your waist like he couldn’t quite choose where to look.
You’d turned your head just enough to catch Jess’s eye over your shoulder.
“Enjoying the view?” you’d asked.
She’d swallowed another mouthful, throat working.
“Oh, absolutely,” she’d replied. “Ten out of ten, would watch again.”
You’d laughed softly and reached a hand out to her, palm up in invitation. She’d crossed the small space immediately, setting the bottle carefully back on the bedside table before sliding in close on your other side—two black dresses on the floor now, one very bare-chested birthday boy in front of you.
Tom had drawn a breath, eyes moving between you like he still couldn’t quite believe this was real.
“Come here,” you’d told Jess, voice low and warm, and she’d stepped in without hesitation, her fingers sliding into your hair as you pulled her close.
The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, your hands finding the soft curve of her waist as her lips parted against yours. She tasted like champagne and something sweeter, something that made your pulse jump when her thumb brushed your cheekbone.
When you finally broke apart, Jess’s breath was uneven, her eyes dark with something that made your stomach tighten.
The air between the three of you hummed with anticipation, the kind that settled low and warm. You turned to Tom, who was watching with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
"Sit on that armchair," you said, nodding toward the upholstered chair by the window. "Face the bed. Let us give you a little show."
His throat worked as he swallowed, but he didn’t hesitate—just moved backward, sinking into the chair with his hands gripping the arms like he needed something to hold onto. The way his eyes tracked you both was electric, hungry.
Jess smirked, leaning in to whisper against your ear. "He’s enjoying this way too much already."
You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before turning back to Tom. "He is. That's what he wanted," you admitted before kissing Jess once more.
As your lips met, your fingers found the delicate clasp of her lace bra, teasing the tiny hook with your thumb. She exhaled sharply against your mouth, her hands tightening on your waist as the fabric loosened. The bra slid down her shoulders, catching for just a moment before she shrugged it free with a shiver.
Tom's breath hitched audibly from the chair, his fingers flexing against the armrests. "God, you two," he murmured, voice rough. "You're killing me."
Jess laughed breathlessly, stepping back just enough to let the bra fall to the floor.
"We only just started," you chuckled as you felt the heat of Tom's gaze like a physical touch.
You turned back to Jess, your lips finding hers again in a slow, deep kiss as her fingers worked the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. The moment the straps slipped down your arms, your bare skin met hers, the warmth of her body pressing against you in a way that made your breath catch.
You pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, your chest rising and falling against hers before you murmured, "Lie down on the bed."
Jess's lips curved into a knowing smile as she stepped back, her fingers trailing down your stomach before she turned and sank onto the mattress with deliberate grace. The way she stretched out, propping herself up on her elbows, was an invitation you couldn't resist. You climbed onto the bed beside her, your knees sinking into the soft duvet as you leaned over her, your hair falling forward to brush her collarbone.
The champagne bottle was still within reach, and you twisted the cap off with a quiet *pop*, the bubbles fizzing as you tilted it over her skin. Jess gasped as the cold liquid traced a path down her chest, pooling in the hollow of her throat before sliding lower. You followed it with your tongue, licking the sweetness from her collarbone, your lips dragging over her skin in slow, deliberate strokes.
She arched beneath you with a breathless laugh, her fingers tangling in your hair as you worked your way down, tracing the curve of her breast with your lips before dipping lower. The champagne glistened on her stomach, and you took your time, licking it away in slow, teasing circles, your hands sliding up her thighs as you moved lower.
Tom watched, his breath ragged, his fingers digging into the armrests like he was physically restraining himself from crossing the room.
Jess shuddered beneath you, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp as you worked your way down, the taste of champagne and her skin mingling on your tongue. The way her back arched, the way her breath hitched—it was intoxicating, the way she responded to every touch, every flick of your tongue.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Tom shift in his chair, his jaw clenched, his gaze dark and intense. You didn’t look away from Jess, but you let your fingers trail lower, teasing the edge of her underwear, feeling the way her muscles tensed beneath your touch.
“Fuck” Tom muttered, his voice rough, and you smirked against her skin, dragging your teeth lightly over the sensitive curve of her hip.
Jess laughed breathlessly, her fingers tightening in your hair.
Then her lips brushed your ear, her voice low and teasing. "He is enjoying the show. Keep going."
The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you glanced up to find Tom exactly where you’d left him—perched on the armchair, his shirt discarded, his hands gripping the armrests.
The way his fingers flexed against the armrests, the way his jaw tightened—you knew exactly how much he was loving this, how much it was affecting him. The tension in the room was electric, the air thick with anticipation as you finally hooked your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slowly dragged them down.
Jess shivered beneath you, her breath hitching as the fabric slid over her hips, her thighs parting just enough to let you settle between them. The moment the last scrap of lace hit the floor, you leaned in, your lips brushing the inside of her thigh, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp.
Tom’s sharp intake of breath from the chair was audible, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched, his fingers digging into the upholstery like he was fighting the urge to move.
"Shit, Y/N," Jess exhaled, her back arching off the bed as your mouth found the inside of her thigh, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that made her fingers tighten in your hair. "You’re—oh, fuck—"
You smirked against her skin, dragging your teeth lightly over the sensitive curve of her hip before glancing up at Tom. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched, his fingers flexing still.
"You like this, don’t you?" you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you pressed a kiss to the inside of Jess’s thigh, your fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns over her skin.
Then you leaned in, your mouth finding her—your tongue dragging over her clit in one long, slow stroke that made her gasp, her back arching off the bed.
Tom’s breath hitched again, a low groan escaping his lips. Jess’s hands flew to your hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she let out a shaky exhale, her hips lifting slightly to meet your mouth. The taste of her, the way she responded to every flick of your tongue—it was intoxicating, the way her breath came in uneven gasps, the way her thighs trembled beneath your hands.
You glanced up at her through your lashes, your mouth still pressed against her, and she met your gaze with dark, heavy-lidded eyes before she looked at Tom.
"God your girlfriend... is fucking killing me," Jess gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair as your tongue swirled against her.
"I can see that," Tom murmured, his voice rough with need. His grip on the armchair was white-knuckled, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're both... fucking incredible."
You hummed against her skin, the vibration making Jess shudder beneath you. Your hands slid up her thighs, spreading them wider as you licked a slow, deliberate path up her center. Jess's breath hitched, her hips lifting to meet your mouth as you teased her with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Fuck, Y/N—" Jess moaned, her back arching off the bed. "Don't stop."
You didn't. You couldn't. The way her body responded to you was intoxicating—and so was hearing Tom ’s ragged breathing from the chair.
It didn't take Jess long to climax , her thighs trembling around your head as she came with a broken gasp, your name on her lips like a prayer. You lingered, slow and deliberate, until her fingers loosened in your hair and she collapsed back against the mattress with a shuddering exhale.
When you finally pulled back, her chest was still rising and falling fast, her skin flushed, her lips parted. She reached for you, pulling you up to meet her in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like champagne and something sweeter.
You could feel the way her pulse still raced under your fingertips, the way her breath hitched when your tongue brushed hers. When you finally pulled back, Jess's lips were swollen, her eyes dark and satisfied.
You looked up at Tom, smiling. He was still perched on the edge of the armchair, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers still gripping the armrests like he was fighting the urge to relief himself. His gaze was locked on you both, dark and intense, his jaw clenched like he was holding himself back.
Jess followed your gaze, her own smile turning wicked as she reached for the champagne bottle again. "Still enjoying the show?" she teased, tilting the bottle toward Tom's lips.
He swallowed hard, his throat working as he nodded. "Fuck, yes," he rasped, his voice rough with need.
"I think it's his turn now. It's his birthday after all...," you then whispered into Jess's ear, your lips still wet with her essence.
Jess's grin turned wicked as she turned her head to meet your gaze, her fingers still tangled in your hair. "Absolutely," she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. "Let's give the birthday boy what he wants."
The air between the three of you crackled with anticipation as you both climbed off the bed and turned toward Tom, who was still perched on the edge of the armchair, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers flexed against the armrests, his gaze dark and hungry as it followed your every movement. The way his jaw clenched, the way his breath hitched—it was clear he was barely holding himself together.
You leaned in, your lips brushing Jess's ear as you whispered, "Let's make this unforgettable for him."
She nodded, her fingers trailing down your spine as you both moved toward him.
"What are you two planning?" Tom asked, his voice rough with anticipation. His fingers tightened on the armchair’s armrests, knuckles whitening.
You smirked, stepping between his knees, your bare skin brushing his thighs. Jess mirrored your movement on the other side, her fingers sliding up his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. His breath hitched as your hands met at his belt, your fingers working in sync to unbuckle it.
"Patience," you murmured, your lips grazing his jawline. "It's your birthday. We're just giving you what you deserve."
Jess laughed softly, her thumb brushing his lower lip.
"You’ve been very patient, birthday boy. Let’s reward you."
Tom’s breath hitched as your fingers worked the buckle of his belt, the leather sliding free with a quiet *snap*. His hands flexed against your waist, his touch warm and steady, like he was anchoring himself to you as the world tilted.
"You’re both killing me," he murmured, his voice rough with need.
Jess smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to his collarbone. "That’s the idea."
The belt dropped to the floor with a soft thud, and you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, dragging them down in one smooth motion.
Tom lifted his hips to help, his breath coming faster now, his fingers tightening on your waist like he needed something to hold onto.
Jess’s hands were already sliding up his thighs, her nails dragging lightly over his skin as she leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his neck. He exhaled sharply, his head tipping back, exposing the line of his throat.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You two are—”
You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his mouth, your tongue sliding against his as your fingers worked the waistband of his briefs.
He groaned into your lips, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. Jess’s fingers trailed down his stomach, teasing the line of his hipbone before sliding lower.
When you finally broke the kiss, his breath was uneven, his pupils blown wide. Jess smirked, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking slow and deliberate. Tom’s head fell back with a groan, his fingers tightening in your hair.
“God,” he muttered, his voice rough.
She chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. “You like that?”
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed.
You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear.
"Happy birthday, handsome," you whispered, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He shuddered, his breath hitching as Jess's hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes.
You leaned in, your lips brushing the hollow of his throat, tracing the line of his collarbone with your tongue as Jess mirrored your movement on the other side. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back to expose more of his neck, and you both kissed down his chest at the same time, your mouths meeting in the center of his sternum.
"God, that's hot," Jess murmured against his skin, her breath warm and teasing. You hummed in agreement, your lips dragging lower, your tongue flicking over the flat of his nipple. Tom's fingers tightened in your hair, his hips lifting slightly as Jess's hand worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Hmm," you murmured, your lips brushing the sensitive skin just above his waistband. "You taste so good." Jess chuckled, her fingers sliding lower, teasing the tip of him with her thumb.
"And you're so hard for us," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "
Tom groaned, his hips lifting slightly, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Fuck—"
You smirked, your lips brushing the inside of his thigh, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that made his breath hitch. "You like that, don’t you?" you whispered, your voice low and teasing. "You like us teasing you like this."
Jess's fingers tightened around him, her thumb swirling over the tip, drawing a ragged groan from him. "God, yes," he breathed, his head falling back against the chair.
His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as Jess's hand worked him with slow, deliberate strokes. The way his breath hitched, the way his hips lifted—it was intoxicating, the way he responded to every touch, every flick of your tongue.
You smirked against his skin, dragging your teeth lightly over the inside of his thigh before glancing up at Jess, who was already leaning in, her lips brushing the tip of him before she took him fully into her mouth. The way her tongue swirled around him, the way her lips tightened—it was enough to make Tom’s fingers tighten in your hair, his hips lifting off the chair with a ragged groan.
You hummed against his skin, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles over his balls, the vibration making him shudder beneath you.
“Fuck—” Tom exhaled, his head falling back against the chair. “Both of you—”
His fingers tightened in your hair, his hips lifting slightly as Jess’s mouth worked him with slow, deliberate strokes. You smirked against his skin, your tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles over his balls, the vibration making him shudder beneath you. Then, with a wicked grin at Jess, you swapped places—your lips replacing hers around him as she leaned in to lick a slow, teasing path up his inner thigh.
Tom’s breath hitched, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him deep, your tongue swirling around him. Jess’s mouth found his balls, her tongue flicking over them in teasing circles that made his hips jerk.
“Fuck—” he groaned, his back arching off the chair. His hands moved between you, one gripping the back of your head, the other sliding into Jess’s hair.
You looked up at him, smiling, your lips still wrapped around him, and the way his breath caught—sharp and uneven—told you everything you needed to know. Jess’s fingers traced up your spine, her nails dragging lightly over your skin as she leaned in to take his balls into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin.
Tom’s fingers tightened in your hair, his hips lifting slightly, a ragged groan escaping his lips. The way his muscles tensed beneath your hands, the way his breath hitched—it was intoxicating, the way he responded to every touch, every flick of your tongue.
You pulled back just enough to tease him, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep again until he couldn't take much more.
Jess noticed too and pulled back slightly before leaning in to whisper against your ear, her breath warm and teasing.
"I really want to see you guys fuck," she murmured, her voice low and wicked, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you back just enough to meet your gaze. "Let me watch you take him."
"That can be arranged ," you murmured, your lips brushing the inside of Tom's thigh as you glanced up at Jess. The way her eyes darkened at your words sent a thrill through you, her fingers tightening in your hair as she pulled you back just enough to meet your gaze.
"What do you think Tom?" you
asked, glancing up at him through your lashes as you let your tongue drag slowly up the length of him. "Should we give Jess what she wants?"
Tom's breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair as he looked between you both. His eyes were dark with need, his jaw clenched. "Absolutely," he gasped. "Let's take this to the bed ."
The three of you moved in a tangle of limbs, Jess stepping back to give you space as you pulled Tom to his feet. His hands found your waist instantly, fingers pressing into your skin like he was afraid you might vanish. You kissed him hard, tasting champagne and something deeper—something that made your knees weak when his tongue slid against yours.
Jess’s fingers trailed down your spine, her touch leaving fire in their wake as she whispered against your ear, “Lie down. Let me watch.”
The command sent a shiver through you, and you didn’t hesitate—just backed toward the bed, pulling Tom with you. His hands slid down your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin as he lowered you onto the mattress. The sheets were cool against your back, but the heat of his body above you was all-consuming. Jess moved to the foot of the bed, kneeling between your spread legs, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your clit as she watched Tom settle between your thighs.
“God, that’s hot,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin, her fingers working in slow, teasing strokes that made your hips lift involuntarily.
Tom groaned, his hands sliding up your thighs, his fingers spreading you wider as he kneeled in a way so that Jess could get a good view.
Jess’s fingers stroked his cock, guiding him to your entrance with a wicked smirk, her other hand still teasing your clit in slow, deliberate circles. The moment the tip of him brushed against you, your breath hitched, your hips lifting instinctively to meet him.
“Fuck,” Tom exhaled, his fingers tightening on your thighs as Jess’s hand guided him deeper, inch by slow inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you. The stretch was intoxicating, the way he filled you completely, the way his breath hitched when Jess’s fingers trailed up his spine, her nails dragging lightly over his skin.
“God that feels good,” he muttered, his hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate thrust that made your back arch off the bed. Jess’s fingers never stopped moving, her thumb swirling over your clit in time with his movements.
“God, that must be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire as she watched Tom’s cock slide in and out of you. “Watching his cock disappear inside you like that—fuck, I could come just from watching.” Her free hand reached up, tangling in Tom’s hair as she pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss. His hips stuttered, his thrusts faltering for just a second before he groaned into her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers as his body moved between your thighs.
The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard knocking softly against the wall with each deep, deliberate thrust. Jess’s lips left Tom’s only long enough to whisper against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her fingers still working between your legs, her other hand gripping his hip to keep him moving. “Fuck her just like that.
Right there,” Jess murmured, her fingers still working between your legs as she watched Tom’s hips roll forward, his cock sliding in and out of you in slow, deliberate strokes. The way her breath hitched, the way her pupils dilated—it was clear she was just as turned on as the two of you.
Then Tom’s hand slid up Jess’s arm, his fingers tangling with hers as he pulled her closer. “Lie down next to her,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to see both of you together.”
Jess blinked, her lips parting slightly as she glanced between you and Tom. “Uh—”
“Trust me,” he murmured, his hips still moving in that slow, deep rhythm that made your vision blur. “Go on.”
She hesitated for only a second before nodding, her fingers slipping from between your legs as she crawled up the bed beside you.
The moment she was close enough, you kissed her—deep and hungry, your tongue sliding against hers as Tom’s hand trailed down her stomach. Jess moaned into your mouth, her thighs parting instinctively as his fingers found her. The sound vibrated through you, her nails digging into your shoulder as Tom’s other hand gripped your hip, his thrusts slowing just enough to watch her squirm beneath his touch.
“Fuck,” Jess gasped, breaking the kiss with a shudder as Tom’s fingers found her clit. “That’s—oh, God—”
You smirked against her jaw, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as you whispered, “He’s good at that, you will see."
Her breath hitched, her hips lifting into his hand as Tom’s fingers slid inside her, his thumb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her thighs trembling as he curled his fingers just right.
"Ah, there it is ," Tom murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction as he found the spot that made Jess’s back arch off the bed.
"Holy shit," she gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair as she pulled you closer, her lips finding yours in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss.
You kissed her back just as hungrily, your tongue sliding against hers as Tom’s fingers worked her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Jess moaned into your mouth, her hips lifting to meet his touch, her thighs trembling around his hand.
"Fuck, that's hot," Tom murmured, his voice rough with need as he watched her moan against your lips. His other hand slid up your thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of your entrance where he was still buried deep inside you. The dual sensation—his cock stretching you from , his fingers teasing your clit—made your breath hitch, your hips lifting to meet his touch as well.
Jess’s lips parted against yours, her breath coming in uneven gasps as Tom’s fingers worked her with deliberate precision. The way her thighs trembled, the way her back arched off the bed—it was intoxicating, the way she responded to every flick of his wrist, every slow, deep thrust.
"God, you're both so fucking beautiful," Tom murmured, his voice rough with need as he watched you both. "And so fucking wet for me."
His fingers curled inside Jess, his thumb swirling over her clit in slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp. You could feel the way her body responded—her hips lifting to meet his touch, her thighs trembling around his hand. The way her breath hitched, the way her nails dug into your shoulders—it was intoxicating, the way she lost herself in his touch.
You leaned in, your lips brushing her ear. "You like that, don't you?" "You like the way he touches you."
Jess's breath hitched, her hips lifting into his hand. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair.
"He's—oh, God—"
And it was then that, out of nowhere, Jess's back arched violently as Tom's fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing just right against her clit. Her entire body went rigid for a perfect, suspended moment before she shattered, her breath coming in broken sobs as she came hard against his hand.
You felt the shudder ripple through her, her thighs clamping around Tom's wrist, her nails digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Tom's eyes were dark with hunger as he watched her climax, his fingers still moving inside her in slow, deliberate circles. "That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
The sight of Jess trembling against his fingers—her back arching, her lips parting in a silent gasp, her thighs clamping around his wrist—was enough to send you over the edge as well. The way her fingers dug into your shoulders, the way her breath hitched as she came undone, the way Tom's dark eyes locked onto yours as he watched her shatter—it was too much. Your own climax crashed over you in a wave of heat, your hips lifting off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in your core before exploding outward. Tom's cock, still buried deep inside you, pulsed in response, his breath hitching as he felt your body clench around him.
Jess collapsed against the sheets with a shuddering exhale, her fingers loosening in your hair as she murmured something incoherent while you moaned sharply still.
Tom’s hand slid from between her thighs, his fingers glistening as he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your breath still coming in uneven gasps.
“Fuck,” Jess panted, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him, then watched you.
"Fuck, oh god, don't stop," you whimpered, your voice breaking as Tom’s hips rolled forward again, his cock sliding deeper inside you, his fingers still slick from Jess’s climax.
The air between the three of you was thick with the scent of sex and champagne, the sheets tangled beneath you, the headboard still knocking softly against the wall with each deep, deliberate thrust.
Jess’s fingers trailed down your stomach, her nails dragging lightly over your skin as she murmured, “You’re both so fucking hot.”
Tom groaned, his hips stuttering as her fingers brushed against his cock, still buried inside you.
The sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure through him, his breath hitching as his fingers tightened on your waist and, just as you came down from your high, shuddering still, he reached his.
His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he groaned, his head falling back as he came with a ragged exhale.
"Oh god," Jess murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles over your hip as she watched him shudder through his release. The way his muscles tensed, the way his breath came in uneven gasps—it was intoxicating, the way he lost himself in the moment.
You could feel the warmth of him inside you, his cock twitching as he emptied himself with a low groan. His fingers tightened on your waist, his hips rolling forward in slow, deliberate thrusts as he rode out the last waves of pleasure.
Jess’s fingers trailed down your stomach, her nails dragging lightly over your skin before she reached between your bodies, her fingers brushing against his cock as he pulsed inside you. The sensation made him groan, his head falling back as his release spilled over, hot and thick, filling you completely. Jess watched with dark, hungry eyes, her lips parted as she traced the line of his cock with her fingertips, feeling the way it twitched inside you.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she murmured, her voice low and thick with desire. “I can feel him coming inside you.”
Tom groaned, his hips stuttering as he pulled out with a slow, deliberate slide, his cock glistening as he withdrew. Jess’s fingers trailed after him, catching the last drops as they spilled onto your stomach, her touch light and teasing as she watched him shudder through the aftershocks. “I want to taste you both.”
"What?" you gasped, your breath still uneven as Jess's fingers trailed down your stomach, her touch light and teasing. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. "Keep your legs open," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "I want to taste him on you."
Before you could even process her words, her tongue was already dragging up your inner thigh, slow and deliberate, her breath hot against your skin. You shuddered, your hips lifting instinctively as she reached the spot where Tom had just spilled inside you. The first flick of her tongue made you gasp, your fingers tangling in the sheets as she lapped at him, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles that sent fresh waves of pleasure through you.
Tom watched from the foot of the bed, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, his fingers flexing against the mattress as he took in the sight of Jess between your legs.
His eyes were dark with desire, his jaw clenched as he watched her tongue swirl over your skin, tasting him from you.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "That's—"
Jess hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you. Her fingers trailed up your thighs, spreading you wider as she licked a slow, deliberate path up your center.
"You taste so good," she murmured, her voice thick with desire until she was satisfied . Then she sat back on her heels, her lips glistening, her eyes dark and hungry.
"And that was a lot of fun ," she said with a satisfied sigh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "But I think we all need a break."
The three of you collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Tom’s arm draped over your waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, while Jess curled against his other side, her head resting on his chest. The sheets were a mess of tangled fabric and sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air.