Rhea tied the blindfold in place, gently and carefully, and Goldie’s world narrowed to sensation. Sound. Touch. Breath.
I leaned in first, brushing my mouth along the curve of Goldie’s neck. Slow. Unrushed.
Just enough to make her shiver. Rhea followed, her fingers tracing lightly along Goldie’s thigh, teasing, never claiming. Goldie giggled softly, then gasped when Rhea’s touch rose under the hem of her skirt.
“Oh—” Goldie breathed, “You’re not playing fair.”
We worked together without speaking.
A kiss on her shoulder. A brush of fingers up the edge of her thigh. The warm press of bodies on either side of her.
Goldie panted quietly between us, head tipping back, blindfolded and trusting, every reaction honest and unfiltered. I loved that about her. Loved that she didn’t hide how deeply she felt things.
And no matter how badly I wanted her, I wantedthismore.
The way she let us in.
The way she made room instead of compartments.
The way Rhea and I moved together, not competing, not claiming—just exploring.
The show continued around us, velvet and candlelight and music wrapping the moment in the booth as finally, after a whole lot of teasing, Rhea and I moved together, working as one.
Rhea slid her fingers under the fringe hem of Goldie’s skirt, and I pulled her knees wide, hooking one leg over mine until she was spread open for us. The table had a long tablecloth, meaning no one in the room could see what we were doing to our date, though it would only take one look at the way Goldie’s head tipped back, her chest rising with gasping breaths to figure it out.
“Time to find out if you bluffed last night or not,” Rhea purred as her red-painted short nails slid between Goldie’s thighs.
Goldie gasped, tightening a hold on my thigh, as Rhea tsked her tongue at her, and I knew she was feeling Goldie’s wet pussy, missing panties, just like she swore it would be.
“Tanner.” She panted, grabbing my hand and pulling it to her silky thigh. “I need you, too.”
“Shh, Sugar.” I soothed, laying my lips against her ear as I joined Rhea’s hand between our girl’s thighs. “I’m here.”
“Yes.” Goldie panted, and Rhea spread her fingers, holding Goldie’s lips open as I slid one finger deep. “Fuck, yes.” She groaned.
“Naughty girl, wearing nothing under this short little dress, knowing we’d find out your secret.” Rhea teased, rubbing a slow circle around Goldie’s clit as I lazily stroked one finger in and out of her tight body. She was rocking her hips, riding my hand and rubbing herself against Rhea’s fingers in tandem.
“You knew this was what I wanted.” Goldie panted, biting her bottom lip and turning her face toward mine, even though she couldn’t see me. “Maybe you should spank me for being naughty.”
My cock twitched in my slacks, and Rhea’s dark eyes glowed as she stared at me, stroking Goldie’s clit in perfect rhythm.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, adding another finger to her tight hole, and she let out a deep, satisfied moan as she was being stretched. “Do you want me to spank you?”
“Yes.” Goldie purred, nodding her head quickly. “Last week I wouldn’t have dared to ask for it from you, but after last night—” She shuddered, “After watching you be rough with Rhea, I want a taste. Just a little. I like to be spanked, but I want to feel you do it. I need you to.”
Rhea swallowed, licking her lips as she stared at me. “Our girl likes when you’re rough.”
“So do you.” I countered, and Rhea’s lips parted, a sexy little noise slipping free, and I smiled triumphantly, turning my attention back to our pretty little gem between us. “I’ll spank you both. I’ll have you begging for relief before you finally get it.”
“Mmh,” Goldie smiled into the darkness, and then a new act took the stage. “I need to come.”
“No,” Rhea said firmly, surprising us both as she pulled her hand out from between Goldie’s thighs. “Not yet.”
“What?” Goldie whimpered and then tightened her fingers around my wrist, like she was going to hold my hand hostage if I dared to remove it. “Don’t do it. Don’t torture me with her. Letme come.” She begged, staring at me with void eyes behind her blindfold.
“Or,” Rhea challenged, leaning around our girl in the middle, and held my stare. “Or you could let me clean your fingers with my tongue while she watches.”
Goldie snatched the blindfold off and blinked into the dim lighting as Rhea and I stared at each other, a mere foot apart, the first taste of temptation laid between us.
