She texted me late — the kind of message that doesn’t ask permission.

“Come over. He’s here too. Thought you’d like to meet.”

I knew exactly who she meant.

Jay. The one she’d been toying with.

The one she’d told me about while I was still catching my breath in her shower.

I didn’t ask questions. Just got in the car and drove.

By the time I walked in, the lights were low. The kind of warm amber glow she always sets when she’s in control of the room. She was sitting cross-legged on the lounge, in nothing but a black T-shirt — probably his — and no visible underwear.

She looked at me like she already knew I’d say yes to whatever she had in mind.

Jay was next to her. Quiet. Watching me as much as her.

“Boys,” she said softly, almost playfully. “You’re both here. Let’s make this interesting.”

She stood up, walked over to me, kissed me like she owned my mouth, then turned and kissed him. The same intensity. Equal distribution.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on — watching her play both sides with total confidence.

Then she said, “I want you both. But I want to watch you first.”

That raised an eyebrow from him. And maybe from me, too.

He looked over at me, curious but cautious. I stepped forward. Close. Not touching. Testing.

“I’m game,” I said.

She bit her bottom lip and sat back down, legs parted slightly. Her hand dipped between her thighs. No knickers, as I suspected. She was already wet.

“I want to see if I picked right,” she whispered.

Jay stood. I could see the pulse in his neck. He wasn’t sure, but he was hard. That much was obvious.

We undressed. No fuss. No rush. Just two men in front of her — letting her eyes drink us in. And maybe letting our eyes stray toward each other a little more than expected.

She moved to the bed, leaned back against the pillows, and watched.

I was the first to touch him — just a light brush of fingers along his side. Testing the edge.

He didn’t flinch.

I stepped behind him. Pressed my body to his back, hand reaching around to stroke him. Hard. Thick. Responsive.

He exhaled sharply. I met his eyes in the mirror. Still watching. Still curious.

She was touching herself now. Slowly. Fingers working in soft, wet circles. Her other hand tugged at her nipple through the shirt. Her breath was shallow.

“I want to watch you suck him,” she said.

So I did.

Dropped to my knees, took him in hand, and slowly worked my mouth over the tip, then deeper. His hips shifted forward. He moaned. One of his hands ran over my back.

I could hear her moan, too, watching us, feeding off the unexpected heat building between us.

When he was slick and desperate, I pulled away.

“Her turn,” I said, and he didn’t hesitate.

We both went to her. One on each side. She pulled us in like a queen claiming her prize. Kissed him while I slid down between her legs, tongue greedy for her perfect pussy.

She tasted like fire. Like want.

He slid behind her, kissing her neck, one hand on her breast, the other in her hair. She turned her head, and drew his cut cock between her lips, skillfully playing with him.. Her hips rocked against my mouth. I felt her thighs tense. Heard her whisper my name. And then his.

She came. Hard, and with a gush. I drank it all.

We weren’t done.

I stood, pulled her into a deep kiss, so she could taste herself, then lay back. She straddled me, guided me inside her — that tight, perfect warmth, hot pussy wrapped around my cock. She rode me slow, then faster, then slow again. Teasing.

Jay moved closer, knelt behind her. She reached back, guided him. Her pussy was wet and ready. I could feel her shudder as he pushed in to her pussy — his mouth on her neck, her hands on my chest.

Double heat. Double pressure, as our cocks pressed hard against one another. It was almost too much — her moans, our rhythm, the slick heat of her body wrapped around both of us. I didn’t know who she’d make come first. I didn’t care.

We all came together. Sweaty. Spent. Tangled in a way that felt raw and real. As our cocks softened, we slowly eased out with our cum flowing out of her pussy.

Later, we lay there. Wet, still naked. Still catching our breath.

Jay turned to me and said, “Well. That escalated.”

We both laughed.

She just smirked. “Told you I pick well.”