For Tonight

(Joe’s POV)

We crashed into Emily’s room in a tangle of limbs and heat; Iris in my arms, long legs wrapped tight around my waist, silver fabric bunched around her hips. The limo driver would have one hell of a story for Kate when he circled back. Emily and Iris had practically dragged me out the back exit of the restaurant, no goodbyes, no explanations; just **** hands pulling me toward sweet destruction, toward this moment.

In the back of the limo, the partition had been up, thank God. My fingers had found Iris’s cunt first; slick, hot, tight; sliding deep while I kissed the side of her neck, teeth grazing her pulse. Emily had pressed against her other side, one hand rubbing Iris’s inner thigh, the other circling her mound in slow, teasing strokes while my fingers curled inside her. Iris had writhed between us, moaning, barely able to form words as we worked her together. She came hard, shuddering, soaking my hand.

The ride up to the eighth floor hadn’t been subtle either. My fingers; still slick with Iris’s release; had slid into Emily’s mouth; she’d sucked them hungrily while I gripped Iris’s neck with my other hand, whispering how warm and wet she felt, how I couldn’t wait to feel the rest of her body clench around my cock.

The room door had barely clicked shut before I set Iris down gently. She backed toward the bed, thumbs hooked under the thin straps of her dress. I unbuttoned my suit jacket, Emily’s fingers were already on me, sliding the jacket away, letting it fall then working the buttons of my shirt open with urgency.

Iris let the dress slip down her body. It pooled at her feet in a shimmering heap. She stood naked except for those silver stilettos, bronzed skin glowing under the soft hotel lights, small breasts rising and falling with heavy breaths, nipples tight and dark, pussy glistening between her thighs.

I stared, struck dumb by her beauty. Emily stepped behind me, rising onto her tiptoes, chin resting on my shoulder as she took in Iris’s naked form.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she, baby?” Emily purred, voice thick with want. One hand slid around my waist, fingers brushing the hard line of my cock through my pants.

Iris leaned forward slightly to unbuckle the ankle strap on her stilettos.

“Leave them on,” I said, voice rough as I finished unbuttoning my shirt. The fabric hit the floor.

"You'd better do what he says," Emily purred, her dress following a second later; soft silk whispering to the carpet. She stood naked behind me now, save for her own stilettos, body pressed to my back, breasts soft against my skin.

“I want you to take her, baby,” Emily whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Give her what she needs… what she wants.”

She moved around me, graceful and sure, guiding Iris toward the bed. Iris lay back, legs parting instinctively, pussy already slick and swollen, begging. Emily crawled beside her, one hand trailing up Iris’s stomach, across her small breast, thumb circling a hard nipple. Iris moaned, arching.

“Come here,” Emily murmured, voice low and commanding. “Let us love you.”

I stood at the edge of the bed, watching Emily’s hand slide lower; fingers tracing Iris’s slit, teasing her clit before slipping inside. Iris gasped, hips bucking.

“Oh fuck, Emmy!”

Emily’s mouth closed over one of Iris’s nipples, sucking gently, tongue flicking. Two fingers pumped slowly in and out of Iris’s cunt, slick sounds filling the room.

Iris’s eyes fluttered open, locking on mine. “Joey…”

I smiled—dark, hungry. “That’s not the only name you’re gonna scream tonight.” I said proudly, and unzipped my pants.