Chapter 8!

The air in the dimly lit room hums with tension, thick enough to taste. Rachel stands between Sophie and Tori, her pulse racing, her breath shallow. The weight of their gazes presses against her skin, their hunger palpable. She swallows hard, her fingers twitching at her sides, before she finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What if… we play a game?"

Sophie’s eyebrows arch, a slow smirk curling her lips. Tori tilts her head, her dark eyes narrowing with curiosity. Rachel’s heart hammers as she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"A truce. Just for tonight. You both take turns… guiding me. Show me what you want. What you’d do if I was yours." Her voice cracks slightly, but she forces herself to hold their stares. "No promises. No choices. Just… this."

A beat of silence. Then Sophie steps forward, her fingers brushing Rachel’s jawline, her touch electric. "And if we say no?" she murmurs, her thumb tracing Rachel’s bottom lip.

Rachel’s breath hitches. "Then I walk away."

Tori lets out a low, throaty laugh, stepping closer until Rachel can feel the heat radiating off her. "Oh, baby, you’re not walking anywhere." Her hand slides around Rachel’s waist, pulling her flush against her body, the pressure of her grip possessive. "But we play by our rules."

Rachel nods, her body already responding to their proximity, her nipples tightening beneath her dress, her thighs pressing together. Sophie doesn’t waste another second. Her hand tangles in Rachel’s hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose her throat before crashing their lips together. The kiss is brutal, all teeth and tongue, Sophie’s mouth claiming hers with a hunger that steals Rachel’s breath. She moans into it, her hands flying to Sophie’s hips, gripping tight as Sophie’s other hand slides down to palm Rachel’s breast through the thin fabric of her dress, her thumb circling her hardened nipple.

Tori watches, her breath coming faster, her fingers digging into Rachel’s waist. Then she moves, spinning Rachel around and slamming her back against the wall. The impact knocks the air from Rachel’s lungs, but before she can recover, Tori’s mouth is on hers, just as demanding as Sophie’s but darker, slower, her tongue sweeping in to tangle with Rachel’s. Rachel whimpers, her body arching into the kiss, her hands scrambling for purchase on Tori’s shoulders.

Sophie doesn’t stay idle. She presses against Rachel’s side, her lips trailing down Rachel’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "Fuck, you taste good," she growls, her hand slipping beneath Tori’s shirt, finding the hard peak of her nipple and pinching. Tori gasps into Rachel’s mouth, her hips rolling forward, grinding against Rachel’s thigh.

Rachel is drowning in them—Sophie’s hands, Tori’s mouth, the way their bodies press against hers from both sides, trapping her, owning her. She can’t think, can’t do anything but feel. Tori’s hand slides up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress higher, higher, until her fingers brush the damp lace of Rachel’s panties. "Already so wet for us," Tori murmurs against her lips, her voice a dark purr. "Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?"

Rachel whines, her hips jerking upward, seeking more pressure, more anything. But Tori pulls back just enough to deny her, her fingers retreating. Rachel lets out a frustrated sound, her nails digging into Tori’s shoulders, but Tori only smirks, her eyes gleaming with wicked promise.

"On your knees," Tori commands, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Rachel obeys without hesitation, sinking to the floor, her pulse roaring in her ears. Tori steps back, her gaze locked on Rachel as she slowly unbuttons her jeans, pushing them down her thighs along with her underwear. Rachel’s breath catches at the sight of her—Tori, completely bare, her pussy glistening with arousal, her thighs thick and powerful. Rachel leans in, her tongue darting out to taste her, but Tori grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her back.

"Not yet," Tori says, her voice rough. She turns to Sophie, who’s already stripping off her own clothes, her eyes dark with lust. "You first. Show her how it’s done."

Sophie doesn’t need to be told twice. She straddles Rachel’s lap, her knees pressing into the carpet on either side of Rachel’s thighs. Rachel’s hands fly to Sophie’s waist, her mouth watering as Sophie lowers herself, her pussy hovering just above Rachel’s lips. "Lick," Sophie orders, her voice breathy.

Rachel obeys, her tongue sliding out to drag up Sophie’s slit, tasting her—sweet and tangy, so fucking wet. Sophie moans, her hands tangling in Rachel’s hair as she rocks her hips, grinding against Rachel’s mouth. Rachel grips her tighter, her tongue working in deep, hungry strokes, lapping at Sophie’s clit before sucking it between her lips. Sophie’s thighs tremble, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

"Fuck, just like that—" Sophie’s words cut off with a choked cry as Rachel spears her tongue inside her, fucking her with it, her nose pressed against Sophie’s clit. Sophie’s hips jerk, her grip on Rachel’s hair tightening to the point of pain, but Rachel doesn’t care. She’s lost in the taste of her, the sounds she’s pulling from her, the way Sophie’s body trembles above her.

Tori watches, her hand sliding between her own legs, her fingers circling her clit as she bites her lip. "Enough," she growls finally, her voice thick with need. She pulls Sophie off Rachel, shoving her toward the couch. Sophie collapses onto it with a breathless laugh, her chest heaving, her thighs still slick with Rachel’s saliva.