Chapter 2: Building Tension
Carmen checked the address on her phone one more time before knocking. Ruby's apartment sat on the top floor of an old brick building, warm light spilling through the frosted glass of the door. She smoothed down the front of her wrap dress and knocked before she could talk herself out of it.
Ruby opened the door in a black silk robe, red hair loose over one shoulder, and smiled like she'd been expecting her all week.
"You came. Good girl. Come in, Carmen." She stepped aside, and Paul was already there at the dining table, in a soft grey sweater, glasses catching the candlelight, looking like a man who hadn't slept well since Tuesday.
"Hi," Carmen said, feeling fourteen years old suddenly.
"Hi," Paul said back, and his voice cracked on it.
Ruby took Carmen's coat off her shoulders without asking. "Sit. Both of you. Paul, there, Carmen, on my right." It wasn't a request. She moved between them like she owned the room, and honestly, she did. She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a steaming dish of lasagna, garlic bread, a bottle of red wine already open.
She poured Carmen's glass first, then Paul's, then hers. "Eat. Tonight's about pleasure, but I don't negotiate with hungry people."
Carmen picked up her fork because her hands needed something to do. The lasagna was genuinely excellent, which somehow made everything more surreal. Halfway through her second bite, she caught Paul watching her legs and blushed into her wine.
Ruby set her glass down and folded her hands. "Here's the deal I promised you both. Paul, you've wanted Carmen since the day she started. Don't argue, your face is doing it for you. Carmen, you've wanted Paul since the day you started, and I've watched you two circle each other for months like a couple of terrified rabbits."
Carmen's fork stopped moving.
"I like you both. I've had Paul, and it was very good, and now I want to watch him have you. I want to be part of it. Not as a spectator. As a participant. Nobody does anything they don't want, and nobody gets demeaned. I direct, you both follow, and everyone leaves here very satisfied. That's the deal."
"And if we say no?" Paul asked quietly.
"Then we finish dinner, drink the wine, and never speak of it. But you won't." Ruby looked at Carmen. "Will you?"
Carmen's mouth was dry and her heart was hammering somewhere south of her ribs. "No. I mean, I won't say no. I mean yes. I want..." She exhaled. "Yes."
"Good." Ruby smiled, slow and warm, and pushed her chair back. "Paul, unzip your pants. Stay seated."
Paul's fork clattered against the plate. "Ruby, we're eating."
"I said stay seated." She was already lowering herself under the table, out of sight. "Keep eating, both of you. Act natural."
There was a pause, the sound of a zipper, then Paul's whole body went rigid. His knuckles went white around the wine glass.
"Oh God," he breathed.
Carmen heard it then, wet and rhythmic under the table, the unmistakable sound of Ruby's mouth working him. Paul's head tipped back. His glasses slid down his nose. She could see the exact moment Ruby's tongue did something clever, because his hips jerked and he made a sound like a wounded animal.
"Ruby's sucking your cock," Carmen said, and it came out far dirtier than she intended.
"Open your legs, Carmen," Ruby's voice floated up from under the table, thick and unhurried between strokes of her tongue. "Watch him while I do it. Touch yourself."
Carmen's dress rode up her thighs before she'd consciously decided anything. She leaned back in the chair, spread her knees, and slid her own hand down the front of her lace panties. She was already soaked. She'd been soaked since the door opened.
Paul was watching her now, glasses crooked, chest heaving, while Ruby's mouth made filthy, slurping sounds beneath the table. Carmen rubbed slow circles over her clit, biting her lip, and Paul's eyes tracked every movement of her wrist.
"She's so good," Paul groaned. "God, she takes it so deep."
Carmen moaned in answer, two fingers dipping inside herself, her hips rolling off the chair. The lasagna sat abandoned and cooling. The candle flickered. Under the table, Ruby's rhythm got faster, hungrier, and Paul started cursing under his breath, thigh muscles jumping.
"Are you close?" Carmen whispered.
"So close. Ruby, I'm..."
Ruby surfaced just enough for Carmen to hear her voice, low and certain. "Yes you are. Come in my mouth, Paul. Give me all of it."
Paul grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. His back arched. A strangled sound tore out of him and then he was coming, hips stuttering, while the wet swallowing sounds below got louder and greedier. Carmen watched his face the entire time, fingers buried in her own cunt, aching and empty.
Ruby came up from under the table a long moment later. Her lips were slick and swollen, a shine of what she hadn't quite swallowed at the corner of her mouth, which she collected with one finger and licked clean. She looked extremely pleased with herself.
"Delicious," she said. "Now." She stood, untied her robe, and let it fall. Underneath she wore nothing but black lace, cups barely containing her heavy tits, the fabric dark with how wet she was. She crossed to Carmen in four unhurried steps and knelt between her spread thighs. "Up on the chair. Arms on the table if you need them."
"Ruby..." Carmen's voice shook.
"Shh. I've got you, sweetheart." Ruby peeled the panties down Carmen's thighs, slow, then hooked one of Carmen's legs over her own shoulder. The first lick was one long, flat stripe through the whole length of her, and Carmen cried out loud enough to embarrass herself.
Ruby didn't tease. She ate her like she was starving, tongue fucking into her, then circling her clit in tight, relentless pressure, two fingers sliding in and curling just right. Carmen's hand found Paul's across the table and gripped it hard. He squeezed back, watching Ruby's head move between Carmen's legs, watching her fall apart.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm, Ruby, I'm coming," Carmen gasped, and then she was, thighs clamping around Ruby's head, back arching off the chair, wave after wave crashing through her while Ruby held her hips down and licked her through every second of it.
When Carmen finally went limp, Ruby pressed one last soft kiss to her oversensitive clit and rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning.
Carmen slumped in the chair, dress rucked to her waist, chest heaving, feeling utterly ruined and utterly alive. Paul was reaching for the wine with a shaking hand.
Carmen turned her head and looked at Ruby, still on her knees between her legs, beautiful and completely in control.
"So," Carmen breathed. "What comes next for the evening?"