Eventually, I clear my throat. They both look at me.
“I have suggestions,” I say calmly for how my heart is hammering.
Stan’s grin turns wicked. Lix’s breath stutters.
“Kiss him again,” I say, my voice oddly even despite the heatbecoming more demanding inside of me. “Much more slowly.”
Stan obeys instantly, hands fisting in Lix’s hair as he draws him close.
I angle my head, watching how Lix leans into it, and how his shoulders drop when Stan’s mouth deepens.
They adjust, bodies moving toward each other, breath mingling, the air between them thickening.
“Messily,” I mumble, more of an escaped thought than a well-processed decision. “Faster.”
Their kiss turns heated. Loud moans. Sloppy lines of spit when they pull back to breathe, only to go in again for more.
“More tongue,” I say, eyeing them as though I’ve been hypnotized by the sight of them losing themselves in each other. “Stan, your hands in Lix’s hair. Lix, touch Stan’s groin.”
Stan hisses when Lix does as I say, and Lix groans into their liplocked entanglement.
I guide them with more corrections—where to place hands, how to position themselves in bed with me once their clothes come off—until their movements become more instinctive, until what they’re doing feels private even with me watching them.
Time blurs after that in a beautifully languid way. The room fills with lewd sounds, low laughter, whispered praises, and the faint rustle of wet sheets.
I direct when needed, observe when I want to, and ask them to include me when my body demands pleasure.
It’s unhurried. It’s generous. It feels like belonging. To both of them.
Eventually, it’s Lix who breaks the spell, sounding regretful but firm. “Em,” he says. “Spa day soon.”
I blink, checking the internal clock I didn’t realize I’d lost track of. “I suppose I should get ready.”
Stan groans dramatically. “Traitors…”
Despite his frustration, Stan, along with Lix, helps me into the shower to wash away their sticky seed off of my bare body.
Soon, the warm water cascades over us, steam blurring my vision.
Stan sinks down on his knees in front of me while Lix slips behind me, his hands kneading my breasts that look fuller in his large hands.
I brace myself against him, grinding my back against his hardness.
My eyes flutter shut from the sensation cresting and spilling over from Stan’s tongue licking my clit in tantalizing circles, my voice breaking despite myself.
“Stan…” I moan. “Lix…”
It doesn’t take Stan long to drive me over the edge. Rolling my hips so that his tongue twirls where I want it, on my clit over and over, I come with loud cries that echo off the tile walls.
Panting, Stan rises, grinning lazily as he kisses Lix, moaning loudly that their deep sounds ring in my ears pleasantly.
“Oh, by the way,” Stan says casually, as though a thought just occurred to him. “Silver returned the Disney cruise tickets. Got credits as a refund.”
I’m so dazed, dizzy from the display of the line of saliva hanging between their swollen lips, that I nearly miss the rest of his statement.
“So,” he continues, “I booked us a fun cruise for my birthday. Be ready for that, babes.”
Admittedly, I don’t think I’ve retained any words once I see him lick his bottom lip and suck on Lix’s to clean the spit off.
