"The Roommate" with Jayla Cross and Sophie Blair (Chap 2 & 3 Posted)

[TheLW]

The Roommate
With Sophie Blair
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Alcohol, Cream Pie, Interracial, Tit Fuck, Toy
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Sophie sat there in bed, staring at the screen of her laptop, something she had been doing for the past hour. "Ugh" she let out in frustration, as she hit the backspace key, deleting what was her sixth attempt at writing up an ad for a roommate.

She bit her lip, thinking about how to balance being clear yet enticing. This wasn’t just about finding someone to share rent, she wanted more. Someone who could keep up with her wild nights, share her space, and maybe... more.

Her fingers hovered over the keys, then started typing again...

Room for Rent… And Maybe More

$270/week | All bills included | Other Perks Include Me

I'm Sophie Blair... gorgeous blonde, built to distract, and absolutely not shy about what I want. I’ve got a room up for rent in my apartment, and I’m looking for a real man to fill it… and maybe a few other things too.

- Fully furnished room… but don’t be surprised if we end up in mine sometimes.

- Shared spaces, shared showers… shared nights.

- Let’s just say sleepovers won't be rare, if you're lucky, they'll be a regular thing.

You must be built, confident, and packing something that’s hard to ignore. Clean, respectful, but definitely not vanilla. I like my men like I like my nights, long, hard, and a little unpredictable.

If you’re ready for a place that feels like home, and a roommate who might just crawl into your bed some nights wearing nothing but a smile, then don’t waste time.

Send me a message. Let’s see if we click. Or bang. Maybe both.

Sophie Blair.

She smiled, reading it over. This time, she knew it was exactly what she wanted. With a confident click, she hit “post.” Now, the waiting game began.

Within minutes, Sophie's phone buzzed. She glanced down to see the first message pop up, from a guy named Landon.

“Saw your ad. Interested. Let’s see if you can handle me.”

Her lips curled into a sly smile. This was exactly the kind of bold she liked.

As the evening went on, more messages trickled in, each with their own style, some flirty, some confident, some downright cheeky.

“Room for rent and a little extra? Sounds like my kind of deal. I’m confident, built, and love a little unpredictability. When can I move in?” - Liam

“You had me at ‘shared showers.’ I’m all about long nights and no regrets. Let’s make your place the hottest spot in town.” - Jake

“Gorgeous blonde offering more than just a room? Count me in. I’m built to keep up and then some. Let’s see if you can handle my big black cock.” - Marcus

Sophie found herself intrigued, amused, and increasingly excited, as she responded back to her potential roommate.

To Liam: "Confidence is sexy, Liam. But can you back it up when the lights go down? Let’s find out."

To Jake: "Shared showers are just the start. If you think you can keep up, maybe you should come see for yourself."

To Marcus: "Handle you? Oh, sweetheart, I don’t just handle, I take control. You sure you’re ready for that kind of challenge?"

Sophie set up interviews with the men over the course of the next three days.

Day 1 - Meeting Liam

Sophie slid into the cozy corner of the coffee shop just as Liam arrived, looking relaxed but confident. He smiled when he saw her.

“So, this is your place?” he asked, nodding toward the table.

“Close enough,” Sophie teased, stirring her latte. “Tell me, Liam, what makes you the roommate I can’t live without?”

He leaned in, voice low, “I’m respectful, clean, and I’m not just here to crash. I’m here to make sure the nights we share are unforgettable.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Promises to keep, huh? Maybe, we’ll see if you can deliver.”

Day 2 - Meeting Jake

Jake was already waiting when Sophie arrived, casually dressed but with an undeniable edge in his look.

“So, Jake,” Sophie started, “what’s the deal? Why should I rent you the room?”
Jake smiled, eyes glinting. “Because I’m here for the long nights and the short mornings. You want fun? I'll bring it.”

Sophie laughed softly. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”

He reached across the table, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Then let’s not waste time.”

“Maybe,” Sophie tells him “...but I’ve got one interview to go.”

Day 3 - Meeting Marcus

Marcus arrived last, the confident swagger in his step impossible to miss.

“You look exactly like your pictures,” he said, his voice deep.

Sophie smirked. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He settled in, eyes locked on hers. “Look, I’m not here to play games. I want in, on the room, and maybe more.”

Sophie’s heartbeat quickened. “I don’t do half measures, Marcus. Either you’re all in, or you don’t bother showing up.”

Later that evening, Sophie sat on her bed, laptop open but forgotten as she replayed the interviews in her mind.

Liam was steady, reliable, the kind of guy you could count on to keep the place in order. But part of her worried he might be too predictable. Was that what she wanted? Predictable didn’t exactly scream excitement.

Jake had that wild, intoxicating edge. The way he looked at her made her pulse quicken. He promised fun, and she felt it just being near him. But could she trust that thrill to last beyond a few nights?

And then there was Marcus, raw, intense, unapologetically dominant. He stirred something fierce inside her, a mix of desire and challenge. He was the wild card, the risk, the temptation she didn’t know if she could, or wanted to, resist.

Sophie bit her lip. She wasn’t just picking a roommate. She was choosing the person she intended to share her sexual side with.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. With a slow smile, Sophie typed a quick message: “Marcus, you’re moving in. But be warned, I don’t do boring.”

She hit send and leaned back, heart pounding with anticipation.

The next night, the door clicked shut behind Marcus as he stepped inside, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The place smelled like vanilla and something sweeter, her perfume, maybe.

Sophie leaned against the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand, dressed casually… but just casual enough to leave Marcus wondering if it had been intentional. She smirked.

“Welcome home, roomie.” Sophie says to him.

“Home, huh? You always greet your roommates like this?” Marcus answers back.

“Only the ones who say they don’t do boring.”

She slid a second glass toward him and motioned to the couch. The two sat close, they talked, laughed, and got to know one another better over Thai takeout. The wine bottle sat mostly empty now. Sophie was curled sideways on the couch, her legs tucked up beside her, one hand holding her wine glass, the other playing idly with a strand of her hair. Marcus sat just across from her, one arm resting over the back of the couch, relaxed, but watching her with that same focused intensity from earlier.

Sophie stood up, grabbing both glasses and walking them to the kitchen. Marcus watched her, not just the sway in her steps, but the confidence behind them. She turned back around just before disappearing down the hallway.

“Don’t stay up too late, Marcus.” Sophie called back, as she entered her bedroom.

Shortly thereafter, Marcus decided to do the same, as he headed to his room, to unpack his duffle bag, he heard it, a soft moan. It was faint, but unmistakable. Coming from down the hall.

Sophie’s door was slightly ajar. Curiosity tugged at him, and he stepped lightly, quietly, closer.

Through the narrow opening, Marcus could see her.

Sophie, half-sitting up in bed, sheets barely covering her waist. One hand resting between her thighs. The other gripping the headboard. Eyes closed, lip caught between her teeth. She let out another soft, needy sigh. The vibrating toy she had, between her legs, was buzzing, as more moans escaped.

She whispered something under her breath. He couldn’t quite make it out… until she said it louder.

“…Marcus…”

Quietly, he pushed the door open the rest of the way.

Sophie didn’t flinch. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted in a soft gasp, chest rising and falling. She hadn’t noticed him yet, as she continued to rub the toy over her pussy.

Marcus stepped inside, slow and calm, shutting the door behind him with a gentle click.

Her eyes fluttered open.

For a moment, nothing moved. The air between them was electric, charged with silence and unsaid things.

When she saw him, really saw him, her hand stilled, but she didn’t pull away.

"Took you long enough," Sophie says to him with a devilish grin "I was starting to think you weren't coming to give me that "big black cock" you talked about."

"Oh, I meant every word of it."

"Then why don't you get over here" Sophie says "and show me, that you're not playing games."

With that, Marcus walks across the remainder of Sophie's room, making his way to her queen size bed, as she shifts over, allowing her new roommate onto her bed. Marcus reaches over to where Sophie's hand is, pressing the vibrator hard against her sex mound. The soft hum of the toy still buzzed faintly between them, as Marcus leaned over, giving Sophie a kiss on the lips, at the same time a moan escapes her mouth. For the next couple of moments, Marcus controlled the vibrator, coating it with the gorgeous blondes clam juice.

Marcus notices a bottle of oil on a nearby nightstand, leaning over he grabs it and hands it over to Sophie, as he strips out of his clothes. Seconds later, Marcus found his big black cock between Sophie's perfectly round tits, sliding it in an up and down motion, as she pops open the bottle of oil, pouring some of the substance out all over her breasts and his nine-inch rock hard prick. The Aussie babe reached down grabbing her nipples, as she pinched and pulled on them. Sophie thrust her chest forward, firmly gripping her tits, pressing them against the black cock of Marcus.

As much as Marcus was enjoying this, and he truly was, what he really wanted to do, was fuck his new roommate Sophie, something he wanted to do, since he first laid eyes on her. So with that said, Marcus grabs Sophie by the legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, as he gets into position, placing one of Sophie's legs onto his shoulder, right before plunging his shaft into her awaiting snatch.

"Oh God, Oh God" Sophie cries out in pleasure.

Marcus manages to get a good rhythm going, as he relentlessly thrusts in and out of her clam, like a jackhammer pulverizing the ground, the black man pounds away at the blond hard and fast. Marcus eagerly pounds away at Sophie's sex hole, rocking back and forth.

"You know, I think I'm going to love this living arrangement," Marcus tells the blond stunner.

"You and me both, stud."

At one point the two of them switched up positions, as Marcus sits on the edge of the bed, Sophie gets on top, so she faces him. The gorgeous blonde proceeds to bounce up and down, riding Marcus’ pole shaft. Sophie continues to gyrate her hips back and forth, riding his big black cock, in the lotus position, for everything she's worth. Sophie shifts her weight a bit, as she wraps her legs around Marcus' hips, leaning backwards all the while her new roommate is balls deep inside of her.

"So good."

Marcus shows off his strength, as he stands up still holding Sophie, lifting her up and slamming her back down on his dick, before eventually dropping her onto the bed. Sophie gets on all fours, looking back at him with a devilish grin, as Marcus comes from behind, inserting himself into her already well fucked snatch. They continue to fuck doggy style for the next fifteen minutes straight, as Sophie lets out a primal shriek, orgasming all over the cock pumping in and out of her.

Damn near exhausted, Sophie slumps onto the mattress, with Marcus still on top of her, he presses his body fully against hers, creating maximum stimulation. It doesn't take much longer, before Marcus is nearing his climax, his cock starts to spasm and a surge of cum comes rocketing out into Sophie's cunt.

Marcus lays on his back, one arm behind his head, the other resting gently across Sophie’s waist. She was curled against him, cheek resting on his chest, a lazy smile on her lips.

After a few blissful moments, she tilts her head up and looking at him with a teasing glint in her eye.

“You know…” she began, voice still husky from the night’s intensity, “the ad did say ‘shared showers.’”

Marcus raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did it now?”

She gives a small, dramatic sigh. “Mmhmm. And I definitely need one. After all that.” She runs a playful finger down his chest. “Unless you’re too tired.”

He chuckles. “Too tired? Not a chance.”

Sophie grins, sitting up and stretching just enough to make sure he was watching. “Then get moving, roommate. Let’s make sure we’re following all the terms of the lease.”

Marcus slides out of bed behind her, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes again. “You’re lucky I’m big on sticking to agreements.”

As Sophie grabs a towel and makes her way to the bathroom, she calls over her shoulder, “Oh, I know.”

He follows close behind.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

The Roommate #2
With Jayla Cross (briefly, non sex role), and Sophie Blair
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Fingering, Interracial, Shower Sex
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

Marcus ran shirtless, the morning air biting against his sweat-slicked skin. A pair of black athletic shorts hung low on his hips, damp with effort, and his running shoes slammed against the pavement. Every step hit like a challenge to the concrete beneath him, muscles coiled and burning, lungs pulling in the cool air like fire.

AC/DC’s “Back in Black” flooded his ears, the volume cranked high enough to make his bones vibrate.

This was his route now, his daily purge. Ever since he moved in with Sophie, this stretch of cracked sidewalk, peeling street signs, and weeping trees had become his daily ritual.

Thoughts surged behind Marcus’s eyes, with each step that he took. This thing with Sophie, this roommate with benefits situation, whatever you want to call it, one thing was for sure it was a lot of fun, for the both of them.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the other morning. The way she looked, bent over the kitchen counter, one hand gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. He'd hooked her leg up, held her there, skin on skin, her breathless moans.

Up ahead, the road curved, half-hidden under a canopy of tired trees. Without slowing, Marcus shifted his weight, turned tight, and pushed off the edge.

Images of last night flashed through his mind, they'd thrown a movie on to watch, but it didn’t take long before Sophie shifted, sliding off the couch without a word. One second she was beside him, the next she was on the floor, tugging at his waistband like it was routine, because, lately, it was. Marcus kept moving, pounding the pavement like it owed him something. The turn was behind him now, and the stretch home lay ahead. He picked up the pace, sprinting the last block.

Marcus stepped through the front door, wiping sweat from his brow as he kicked off his shoes. He headed straight for the kitchen, drawn by the thought of the gold-labeled bottled water Sophie kept stocked in the fridge, like it was a liquid treasure.

Sophie was already there, sitting at the kitchen table in one of his oversized tees, legs crossed, coffee mug in one hand, a half-peeled banana in the other. She took a slow bite, lips wrapping around the fruit with deliberate ease.

“You know,” she said, voice soft but soaked in mischief, “as good as this banana is…” she paused, chewing slowly, “I’d rather have something even tastier in my mouth.”

Marcus smirked, letting the fridge door swing shut as he twisted the cap off his bottle. He took a long swig, eyes locked on her the whole time, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Oh yeah?” he said, voice low, cocky. “That banana’s got nothing on what I’ve got in mind for you.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow, slow and amused, another bite of fruit disappearing between her lips like she was daring him to do something about it. She didn’t need to say a word, her eyes said it all. Come on, then.

Marcus stepped a little closer, enough to make the air shift between them. “But,” he continued, eyes dipping briefly down her body, then back up, “I’ve been sweating my ass off. I’m gonna take a shower.”

He let the words hang for a beat, then added, cool and unbothered, “You’re more than welcome to join me. I wouldn’t want you getting lonely out here with just your banana.”

She chuckled, a deep, sultry sound as she licked a bit of fruit from her lip and leaned back in the chair like a queen surveying her kingdom.

Marcus grinned, already turning toward the hall. “I’ll meet you there,” he called over his shoulder.

Marcus didn’t turn around right away. The hot water was pounding down on his shoulders, steam curling around his face, and for a brief second, he let himself imagine she wouldn’t follow. Maybe she’d let it go this time. Maybe they'd pretend to be normal roommates for one goddamn morning.

And there she was.

Naked. Confident. Unbothered.

Sophie didn’t hesitate. She never did.

She stepped into the shower like she owned the space, like she'd done it a half dozen times already. For the past two weeks, this had been their game, teasing glances, dirty whispers, skin against skin at every opportunity. And every time, it got a little rougher.

The curtain closed shut behind her, steam swallowing them both. Marcus barely had a second to react before she pressed against him, her bare body slick and hot under the spray. Skin to skin, no space, no hesitation.

Her hands slid across his chest, up to his shoulders, fingers curling with just enough pressure to make him growl low in his throat. She tilted her head back to look at him, a smirk playing on her lips like she already knew how this would go. She always did.

Marcus grabbed her waist, spun her, and pinned her against the wall, water hitting them both hard now, cascading down their bodies. Her breath hitched, but not from surprise. From anticipation.

“Two weeks of this,” he muttered, his lips brushing her neck. “And you still act like I’m the one who can’t get enough.”

Her laugh was soft, wicked. “You can’t.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Sophie arched her back, pressing her ass harder into Marcus, grinding against him, as the water cascading over them. He leaned in, his fingers slipping into her pussy.

The water plastered her hair, streams of it running down her face, dripping from her nose, her chin. As Marcus continued to work his magic on her sex hole, his fingers between her legs, rubbing against her sensitive flesh, drawing out a low moan from deep within her.

"Fuck, Marcus," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

Water beat down on them, but it didn’t matter. All she could feel was him, his hand working between her legs, his body pinning her in place. She was already wet, slick with desire, and not just from the shower's steam.

He knew her body well by now, knew how to make her twist and tighten just right, to draw out those desperate, hungry sounds from her throat. He leaned in, his voice a low growl in her ear, "Is this what you wanted?"

Sophie's hands scrabbled against the slick tiles, trying to find purchase, trying to find something to hold onto as he drove her higher, faster. Her breath came in quick gasps, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat, urging him on. Marcus's other hand snaked up her body, finding her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Sophie's response was a wordless cry, her body trembling as he brought her closer to the edge. She reached back, her hand grasping his hip, nails digging into his flesh as she tried to pull him even closer.

Marcus complied, his body pressing fully against hers now, his hardness nestling against her ass. He nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot on her neck. "Tell me what you want, Sophie," he demanded, his voice rough with need.

She turned her head, her eyes meeting his, dilated and wild. "You," she gasped. "I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. He spun her around, his hands gripping her hips and lifting her with ease. Sophie's legs wrapped around his waist, her arms looping around his neck as he pressed her back against the wall.

The water continued to pour over them, sealing them in their own world, a steamy sanctuary where nothing existed but the two of them.

Marcus adjusted his grip, one hand supporting her while the other guided himself to her entrance. He paused, just enough to draw out a whimper of anticipation from her, before thrusting into her in one smooth motion. Sophie's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely.

Their bodies moved in sync, every thrust drawing out a symphony of gasps and moans that echoed through the shower. He thrust into her, hard and deep, in and out, working over her pussy with his big black cock. Sophie’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her head falling back against the tiles as she met his thrusts with her own.

The steam swirled around them, he grunted with each thrust, her body tensed, tightening around him like a vice as she came, her cry of release echoing through the bathroom.

The water was cooling, but their bodies were hot, he slowed then, his thrusts becoming long and languid, letting her ride out the waves of her climax. Sophie's head lolled forward, resting on his shoulder as she panted heavily. A satisfied grin spread across his lips seeing her so thoroughly spent. Sophie's legs slid from around his waist, her feet touching the ground.

A few hours later, the scent of garlic and seared meat filled the kitchen. Marcus stood at the stove, shirt back on but still barefoot, flipping seasoned chicken breasts in the skillet. The sharp sizzle echoed through the quiet house. The steam now was from the pan, not the shower, but the heat in his blood hadn’t cooled much.

They hadn't talked. After the shower, Sophie had sauntered out with that same smug little smirk, towel wrapped low on her hips, like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t come undone in his arms. Like they hadn’t nearly torn the damn tile off the walls.

He glanced at the clock. Sophie’s friend was due any minute. Jayla Cross. The name hadn’t meant much until Sophie mentioned she was flying in for the weekend. Close friend. Haven’t seen her in forever. The kind of friend you don’t introduce to a guy unless things are... something.

Now he was playing chef, chopping fresh parsley.

Behind him, footsteps padded into the kitchen.

“You’re really pulling out the stops tonight,” Sophie said, sliding up beside him, still somewhat wet hair tied back, skin glowing from the heat, or maybe just from earlier. “Jayla’s gonna think I’ve been hiding a damn husband in this place.”

Marcus walked past her to grab a towel, his hand “accidentally” catching her ass in a sharp, playful smack. She gasped, more amused than offended, biting her lip as her hips shifted just enough to brush against his thigh.

The doorbell rang.

Sophie lit up and turned on her heel. “That’s her.”

Marcus went back to plating the food, hearing her greet Jayla with that sweet, charming tone she used when she wanted people to think everything was perfectly innocent.

“Oh my god, it’s so good to see you,” Sophie gushed as the two women came into the kitchen.

Jayla was gorgeous, confident, the kind of woman who didn’t miss much. She smiled wide at Marcus. “You must be the infamous Marcus.”

“Guilty,” he said, offering a handshake that Jayla took with a curious smirk.

As they settled in, Marcus handed out wine glasses. Sophie took hers and, as she passed behind him, let her hand glide across his waistband, lingering right at the front of his shorts. The motion was smooth, practiced, hidden behind her body like nothing had happened.

Marcus exhaled slowly, jaw tightening just enough to show restraint.

Dinner continued like that, laughs, conversation, all undercut by the steady thrum of tension. Marcus refilled Sophie’s glass, letting his fingers trace the inside of her wrist. She leaned in a little too close when she thanked him, brushing her chest against his arm “accidentally.”

Jayla didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she did, and just didn’t say anything.

Then, when Marcus stood to clear the plates, Sophie gave him light smack on the ass, grinning behind her glass.

He looked over his shoulder and shot her a warning look. “Careful,” he murmured, just for her. “I can only play nice for so long.”

She leaned forward, lips brushing his ear as she whispered back, “Then don’t.”

It was going to be a long night, and Jayla had no idea she was sitting in the middle of a fire just waiting to explode.

Dinner was finished, the last bites long gone and the wine bottle sitting half-empty on the table. Marcus moved methodically through the kitchen, scraping plates and rinsing them under warm water, the soft clink of cutlery filling the quiet. In the living room, Sophie and Jayla sank into the couch cushions, their conversation light, filled with the kind of small talk, catching up on life.

And Sophie loved it.

To Be Continued…

[TheLW]

The Roommate #3
With Jayla Cross, and Sophie Blair
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, 69ing, Anal, Blowjob, Interracial, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: This chapter picks up where part two ends.

Sophie’s bare leg brushed Marcus’s. At first, it looked accidental. Then it didn’t stop. And when he shifted slightly, his hand landed on her thigh like it belonged there.

Jayla caught it. Her eyes looked down, then up again, quick, sharp.

Sophie didn’t move. She just took another sip and smiled, eyes locked on the TV like she was watching, when the truth was she was thriving off the tension thickening around them.

Marcus leaned forward to set his empty glass on the coffee table. When he sat back, Sophie reached over and smoothed her hand over his knee… then just a little higher.

Jayla’s voice cut through the low hum of background noise.

“How long has that been going on?” she asked casually.

Sophie didn’t flinch. She set her glass down slowly. “What do you mean?”

Jayla finally turned, eyes narrowing with a slight smile. “Come on. You two have been practically dry-humping each other in front of me all night. I thought I was imagining it at first. But then I saw the way he grabbed your ass in the kitchen. And your hand under the table just now?” She raised an eyebrow. “Not exactly subtle.”

Marcus let out a slow exhale, giving Sophie a sideways glance that said well, fuck. But Sophie? She leaned back on the couch, completely unbothered.

“So,” she said, lips curving. “You caught us.”

Jayla gave a short laugh, more incredulous than amused. “Caught you? Babe, I’m impressed you even tried to hide it. This has been going on a while, huh?”

Marcus finally spoke. “A couple of weeks.

Jayla’s gaze shifted between them, calculating. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

Sophie shrugged. “Wasn’t sure what to call it. Still not.”

Jayla stared at them for a long moment, expression unreadable. Then she smirked.

“Well damn,” she said, settling back into the couch. “Now I feel underdressed for the drama.”

Sophie laughed, breathless and bold. “You’ll survive.”

Jayla looked at Marcus, eyes lingering a second too long. “Oh, I’m sure I will.”

The air snapped tighter than ever, something unspoken but loud as hell hanging between the three of them now.

Jayla sat back against the couch, legs crossed, swirling her wine like she wasn’t dropping grenades into the middle of Marcus and Sophie’s chaotic little arrangement.

“So,” she said, her voice smooth like silk over a blade, “is this just a ‘you two’ thing? Or…”

Her gaze slid to Sophie, then to Marcus, then back again.

Sophie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Or what?”

Jayla’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Or is there room for a guest?”

Marcus blinked, caught between arousal and disbelief. Sophie, though, Sophie leaned forward, elbows on her knees, eyes glittering like she’d just been handed the match to a powder keg.

“That depends,” she said, voice low, sultry. “Are you offering?”

Jayla didn’t answer right away. She set her glass down with a soft clink, stood, and moved around the coffee table, coming to stand right in front of them. The firelight from the TV flickered across her face, catching the sharp glint in her eyes.

“I’ve known you for years, Soph,” she said, slowly dropping to her knees in front of them both. “And if I’m being honest? I always wondered what you’d taste like when you’re not pretending to behave.”

Marcus inhaled sharply, jaw clenched, heart already pounding.

Sophie didn’t move, just bit her lip, hard. “Then stop wondering.”

Jayla reached up, one hand sliding up Sophie’s thigh. Marcus watched, stunned silent for once, as Jayla leaned in and kissed her, slow, exploratory, but with enough fire to make the air hum.

And when Sophie moaned into it, hand tangling in Jayla’s hair?

Yeah. That was it. All bets were off.

Jayla pulled back just enough to glance at Marcus, smirking. “Still just a two-person game?”

His voice was gravel. “Not anymore.”

Marcus sat for half a second, heat crawling up his spine like lightning. He hadn’t planned this, hell, he didn’t expect this, but watching the two of them melt into each other in front of him? It was like being dragged into a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Jayla pulled back slightly, her hand still resting on Sophie’s thigh as she turned her gaze on Marcus. “So…” she said, voice low, sultry, “you just gonna sit there? Or are we doing this for real?”

Sophie looked at him too now, eyes dark, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “Bedroom,” she whispered, her voice breathy but commanding. “Now.”

Jayla stood up first, offering Sophie a hand as if this were all perfectly casual. Sophie rose with a wicked grin and reached for Marcus’s shirt as she passed, tugging at the hem just enough to make her point. “You coming?”

Marcus didn’t answer with words. He stood, heart racing, and followed them as they moved down the hall, Sophie leading the way, Jayla right behind, hips swaying like temptation personified.

Once in the bedroom, Sophie kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, her hands already tugging at the hem of her shirt. Jayla followed suit, peeling off her top to reveal a black lace bra. He reached for his own shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. Clothes hit the floor in a hurried flurry, Sophie’s jeans, Jayla’s skirt, Marcus’s shorts.

Sophie stood in just a red thong, her eyes raking over both of them with an intensity that had Marcus’s blood running hot. His own clothes joined the pile quickly, until he was left in nothing but his boxer briefs, sitting on the edge of Sophie's bed, taking in the sight before him. Sophie, curvy, and Jayla, all sleek lines and confident smiles. He was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

With Marcus sitting on the edge of the bed, Sophie's hands deftly pulled his boxers down. When she finally revealed his 9-inch black cock, Jayla's wow echoed in the room. Before he could fully process the sensation, Sophie's plush lips wrapped around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. But what truly caught Marcus off guard was the unexpected thrill of Jayla taking his balls into her mouth.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't help but utter a low groan of delight. As Sophie and Jayla worked their magic on him, Marcus realized that this night would be the best night of his life.

Sophie's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, before she took him deeper. Jayla matched her enthusiasm, her tongue lapping at his balls, taking them into her mouth one at a time. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking in sync with Sophie's movements. The dual sensations sent electric jolts through Marcus, his hips lifting off the bed, pushing himself further into Sophie's eager mouth.

Jayla looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she released his balls with a pop, a smirk playing on her lips. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a low purr. She didn't wait for an answer, instead shifting to run her tongue along the length of his cock, sharing the task with Sophie. The room filled with the sounds of their worship, wet sucking noises and Marcus's low groans of pleasure. Sophie and Jayla worked seamlessly together,

Sophie pulled back slightly, her saliva glistening on his shaft as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. “Fuck, you taste good,” she murmured, her voice filled with desire. Jayla nodded in agreement, her lips popping off his balls as she moved to lick the length of his shaft, her tongue meeting Sophie’s in a wet, sloppy kiss around his cock.

The two women exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Sophie pulled back slightly, allowing Jayla to take her place, her mouth enveloping Marcus in one smooth motion. Sophie shifted, her lips trailing down to where Jayla had been, her tongue replacing Jayla's mouth on his balls. Jayla's head bobbed up and down, her blond hair falling over her face like a curtain.

Sophie, feeling a surge of desire, pulled away from Marcus and guided Jayla onto the bed. Jayla complied, her body flushing with anticipation as she lay on her back, her blonde hair splayed out like a halo. Sophie, driven by an insatiable hunger, climbed over Jayla, her body positioned above her friend's, their heads at opposite ends.

The room grew quiet for a moment, the only sound the soft rustling of sheets as the two women settled into place. Then, slowly, deliberately, Sophie lowered her head, her tongue finding Jayla's sweet spot with unerring accuracy. Jayla mirrored her actions, as Sophie's tongue delved into Jayla's folds, her hands gripping Jayla's thighs to hold her steady. Jayla arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips before she eagerly returned the favor.

Her arms wrapped around Sophie’s thighs, pulling her down, burying her face in Sophie’s pussy. Sophie grinded her hips against Jayla's face, feeling Jayla's tongue dive deeper inside her. She matched Jayla's intensity, her own tongue licking against Jayla's clit, drawing out a sharp gasp from her friend.

“Ugh, so good.”

Marcus watched, mesmerized by the sight before him, unable to resist the urge to join them, moved onto the bed, positioning himself behind Sophie. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing gently before leaning down to plant a kiss on her ass cheek. Sophie briefly plaused, a shiver running through her at his touch, before resuming her exploration of Jayla's pussy.

Watching the two women pleasure each other, Marcus reached over to Sophie's nightstand, pulling open the top drawer. His hand rummaged briefly before emerging with a half-emptied bottle of lube. He flipped open the cap, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers as he moved to kneel behind Sophie. Sophie paused just long enough to glance back at him, her eyes widening slightly as she saw the lube. A smirk played on her lips before she turned back to Jayla, her tongue resuming its dance against her friend's clit.

Marcus rubbed the lube around her rim, pressing gently, feeling her tense and then relaxing under his touch. He slid one finger in slowly, letting her adjust to the intrusion. Sophie moaned softly against Jayla, her hips lifting slightly to meet his finger. Jayla, feeling Sophie's distraction, redoubled her efforts, her tongue lapping at Sophie's clit with renewed fervor. Sophie gasped, trying to focus on Jayla's pussy while Marcus worked his finger deeper into her ass. He moved slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of Jayla's tongue on Sophie's pussy.

Sophie was a writhing mess of pleasure, caught between the dual sensations of Marcus fingering her ass and Jayla eating her out. She tried to keep up her own ministrations on Jayla's pussy, but her movements were jerky, distracted by Marcus who couldn’t wait any longer. He coated his cock with lube, positioned himself at Sophie’s entrance, and pushed in slowly but firmly.

Sophie let out a guttural moan, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing him to slide in deeper. He could feel her tightening around him, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He began to move, slow at first, giving Sophie time to adjust. Marcus gripped Sophie's hips tightly, beginning to move in earnest, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a steady, insistent rhythm. Sophie's moans filled the room, muffled against Jayla's pussy as she continued to lick and suck, her own pleasure amplified by the sensation of Marcus filling her from behind.

Jayla looked up from between Sophie's legs, her eyes meeting Marcus's as he thrust into Sophie, his body tense with concentration and desire. She smirked, her tongue never pausing its dance on Sophie's clit, her fingers digging into Sophie's thighs to hold her steady. Marcus grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper into Sophie's ass. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to every thrust. Sophie's back arched, her ass pressing back against him, meeting each of his thrusts.

“Harder,” Sophie cried out. “Fuck me harder.”

Marcus's grip on Sophie's hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to pound into her with renewed vigor. His body slapped against hers, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room, punctuated only by Sophie's desperate cries and Jayla's enthusiastic moans. Sophie's body convulses with each powerful thrust. Her moans turned to screams, muffled against Jayla's pussy as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body quivered, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came hard all over her friend's face.

Sophie's body trembled, her tits heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples brushing against Jayla's stomach as she writhed in ecstasy. Jayla's eyes rolled back as she felt Sophie's orgasm against her mouth, her body shivering with shared pleasure. Marcus, seeing Jayla's reaction, felt a primal urge surge within him. Without pausing to think, he pulled out of Sophie, his cock glistening with lube and her desire.

He moved around the bed, his eyes locked onto Jayla, who looked up at him with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"Your turn," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Jayla bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks as she nodded eagerly. Sophie, still panting from her own release, shifted to the side, her eyes gleaming with lust as she watched Marcus position himself between Jayla's legs. Jayla's breath hitched as Marcus rubbed the head of his cock against her cunt, teasing her entrance before slowly pushing in. Jayla’s back arched off the bed as Marcus filled her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

"Oh my God, Marcus," she moaned out loud.

Sophie watched, her breath still coming in ragged pants, her body still tingling from her own orgasm. She leaned in, her lips finding Jayla's as Marcus began to move, his hips thrusting against Jayla's with a steady, insistent pounding. Jayla's moans were swallowed by Sophie's kiss, her body shaking beneath Marcus as he fucked her. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Jayla's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on.

Sophie pulled back slightly, her lips trailing down to Jayla's neck, her breath hot and heavy against her friend's skin. Jayla's body arched, pressing her breasts upward, a silent plea for more attention. Sophie didn't disappoint. Her mouth found Jayla's taut nipple, drawing it in with a hungry suckle. Jayla gasped, the sound lost in the rhythm of Marcus's thrusts, his body pounding against hers.

Marcus watched as Sophie lavished attention on Jayla's tits, his own arousal spiking at the sight. He leaned down, his mouth finding Jayla's other nipple, mirroring Sophie's actions. Jayla cried out, her body writhing beneath them, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

"Fuck, yes," Jayla panted, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Jayla's nails dug into Marcus's back, her body writhing beneath him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her moans filled the room, her voice rising with each powerful thrust. Her head falling back against the pillow as she cried out.

"Fuck, Marcus! Right there.”

Marcus grunted, his body slamming against hers, the bed creaking under their combined weight. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening as Jayla's pussy clenched around him. She was close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Come for me, Jayla," he growled, his voice rough with exertion and desire. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

“Fuck, fuck,” Jayla repeatedly chanted over and over.

Jayla's body convulsed, as she screamed out in pleasure. Marcus threw his head back, a guttural roar escaping his lips as his own climax tore through him. His cock throbbed, releasing hot jets of cum deep into Jayla's spasming pussy.

Jayla lay there, panting and sated, a soft smile playing on her lips as she reached for Sophie's hand. Sophie entwined her fingers with Jayla’s, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on Jayla's forehead. Marcus collapsed beside them, his chest heaving, body glistening with sweat. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of their passion.

The room was a mess of heat and breath and skin.

Sheets were twisted around their bodies, half-kicked off the bed in the frenzy of it all. Marcus lay sprawled on his back, chest rising and falling slowly. Sophie was draped across him, cheek resting against his shoulder, one arm flung lazily over his torso. Jayla had collapsed beside them, curled up against Sophie’s back, a sleepy hand still resting low on her hip.

No one said a word. Words felt unnecessary now, too clumsy, too small for whatever the hell had just happened between the three of them.

Only the soft hum of the bedroom fan, the occasional shifting of bare skin on cotton, and the heavy, satisfied silence remained.

Sophie sighed contentedly, her body melting deeper into Marcus’s side.

Jayla murmured something incoherent and half-asleep.

Marcus managed a quiet, tired laugh, brushing a hand through Sophie’s hair. “We’re gonna feel that in the morning.”

Sophie mumbled against his chest, “Worth it.”

Jayla gave a sleepy grunt of agreement. “So worth it.”

Then silence again. Peaceful. Spent.

Eventually, sleep took them, one by one, until all that was left was the slow, steady rhythm of three hearts beating in sync beneath the tangled sheets and dimmed lights.

The End