Callum.
Fingers slide under the waistband of my underwear on my left side. Gentle. Patient.
Evan.
They peel my underwear down together. I’m completely naked and sitting on the edge of my bed, blindfolded. Both men are circling me.
“Whoever makes her come first wins,” Callum announces.
They’re challenging each other now. Not me.
Evan threads his fingers through my hair. “What does the winner get?”
“First fuck.”
My skin flushes hot.
“Tania,” Evan’s closer now. “That okay with you?”
“Yes.”
I want to see who wins. I want to be the prize they’re competing for.
Callum moves first with immediate intensity. His mouth finds my breast again while his hand slides between my legs. No teasing. Two fingers push inside me.
I gasp.
“You’re already so wet, Red.” His fingers curl and hit that spot that makes my thighs shake. “You like being fought over?”
I can’t answer. Can’t think.
Evan’s mouth is on my inner thigh. Kissing and biting gently. His mouth is everywhere except where I need him, where I’m aching. I raise my hip, wanting more.
“Patience, Wifey.”
His breath ghosts over me. His tongue follows. One long, slow lick that makes my hips jerk.
I nearly come right there, but he pulls back.
“Evan,” I plead.
“Not yet.”
They’re trading off now. Callum’s fingers. Evan’s mouth. Evan’s fingers. Callum’s mouth. I lose track. The blindfold makes everything more intense. Every touch, every breath, and every sound is magnified.
My thighs are trembling. “Please. I need more. I need to come.”
Callum’s fingers are inside me, curling. His thumb circles my clit with perfect pressure, and his mouth is on my breast, teeth scraping.
The combination overwhelms me.
I come hard. Crying out. My body locks up tight before the release floods through me. Wave after wave.
Callum laughs, satisfied. “I win.”
Evan lets out a resigned exhale. “Pretty sure I deserve partial credit for that one.”
I’m boneless and still trying to catch my breath. The blindfold is still on, and someone’s hand rests on my thigh. Not moving. Grounding me.
