The Night I Shared Rhea
Rhea called me late. That soft, dangerous voice she only uses when she’s already wet and wants company. “Come over. I need you.” Twenty minutes later I was standing in her bedroom doorway in a tiny black dress, heart hammering, watching her sprawled on the bed in nothing but warm skin and that look that always ruins me.
She’s taller than me. Curvier. She makes me feel tiny in the best way. I crawled onto the mattress and she opened her legs without a word. I kissed the inside of her thigh first, slow, because I like the way she shivers when I take my time. Then I licked her. Soft at first. Then mean. Two fingers, tongue flat against her clit, moaning into her because she tastes like pure heat and I get off on how loud she gets when I’m the one making her fall apart.
She grabbed my hair and held me there. “Good girl. Don’t stop.” I didn’t. I made her come with my mouth while her man was still outside the door, waiting for the signal. When she finally told him to come in, I was still between her thighs, face shiny, lips swollen, looking up at him with those big eyes everyone always comments on.
He was already hard. Of course he was. Rhea smiled that wicked little smile of hers and said, “On the bed. She wants to watch you fuck me. Then she’s going to take a turn.”
I sat back on my heels, knees together, trying to look innocent for half a second before I reached over and wrapped my hand around him. Tiny hands. He filled them completely. I stroked him slow while I watched Rhea spread herself open. Then I leaned in and licked the head, tasting salt and need, while she opened her legs wider for him.
He fucked her first. Deep. I stayed right there, kissing her soft little mouth while he moved inside her. My fingers found her clit and rubbed in time with his thrusts. She came hard against my lips. I smiled into the kiss and whispered, “My turn.”
He pulled out. I got on my hands and knees. Rhea held my hips like she was presenting me. I looked over my shoulder at both of them, still trying to look pretty even though I was shaking, and said the only word that mattered: “Please.”
He pushed in. I was tight. I always am. The stretch made me moan like the filthy little thing Rhea loves turning me into. She stayed behind me the whole time—one hand on my ass, the other between my legs, rubbing my clit while he fucked me. I came shaking, face in the sheets, still pushing back for every inch.
Then he finished inside me while Rhea kissed the back of my neck and told me I was perfect. I felt every pulse. I stayed there for a long moment after, full and trembling, listening to both of them breathe.
Afterward we cleaned each other up slowly. Soft towels. Softer kisses. Rhea kept touching my hair like she couldn’t believe I was still there. I left smiling. The second the door closed behind me I already knew she’d be calling him, still wet from both of us, ready to describe every second while her fingers worked between her legs.
I walked to my car tasting both of them on my tongue and thinking the same thing I always think after nights like this:
I want to do it again.
Still thinking about her mouth. And his. And how small I felt between them.