Turn It Down

Grant stands in the second penthouse and tells everybody to stop talking and making noise. Half of them do. The other half whisper, which is almost worse.

“I need ten minutes. If you talk, talk in the other unit.”

Mary stays. Eve stays by the cut wall in case he walks into a table.

Eyes closed. Fifty-six points. Then the blanks across the street. He pulls back until the map is just his. Mary makes him do it until he can switch without flinching.

Hearing next. Fridge. Eve’s watch. Laughing in the far bathroom. He holds Mary’s breathing and lets the rest slide back. She drops a spoon. He hears it. He does not jump.

One water case, then two, set down carefully. He walks both units at a normal pace, then faster, then forces himself back to Eve’s speed so he does not clip the bookcase.

“I can live with it if the room stays this quiet.”

Mary looks at him, then at Eve.

“Then don’t test it on a street. Test it here.” She raises her voice. “Priya. Come here.”

Priya comes immediately. Dark hair down her back. Slim. Barefoot already. She stops when she sees Eve has not been dismissed.

Mary does not dress it up.

“He needs to use all of it without breaking somebody. Sex is a better lab than a stairwell. Me, Eve, Priya. If he says stop, you stop. If I say he is gripping too hard, he lets go.”

Grant stares at her.

“Priya told me she—”

“I know what she told you. That is why she is here. You are going to be careful on purpose, with witnesses.” Mary pulls her shirt off. “Eve, you in or not?”

Eve snorts and starts on her belt.

“I’m in. Somebody has to tell him when he acts like an idiot.”

They strip.

Mary first. She has the kind of body that looks like it belongs on a person who runs the room: full breasts, heavy enough that they settle when the bra is gone, pale with a faint tan line under them. Her nipples are already tight, a darker pink, drawn up hard. A small dark patch of hair between her legs, trimmed, not gone. When she pushes her pants down he can see she is wet enough that the hair is darkened with it. She is looking at him like she has been thinking about this since the spoon.

Eve is leaner. Smaller tits, high and firm, brownish nipples that sit a little wide. A scar on her knee. A tight stomach. Between her legs she is almost bare, just a thin line, and her cunt is already shiny when she hooks her thumbs in her underwear and peels them off. Her pussy lips are neat, a little darker than the rest of her, clit visible when she stands with her feet apart.

Priya’s hands shake on the hem of her shirt. She still takes it off. Then the rest, folding each piece.

She is slimmer than both of them. Light brown skin. Small breasts, high, with dark brown nipples that tighten as soon as the air hits them. Almost no fat on her. A narrow waist. A soft little belly only if she breathes in wrong. Between her legs she is natural, a neat black triangle, and when she steps out of her underwear he can see the split of her, the inner lips a little pinker, closed, untouched-looking. She is not wet yet the way Mary is. She will be.

Grant’s new sight is unhelpful. He can see the flush crawling down Mary’s chest. The way Eve’s nipples bead. The faint tremor in Priya’s thighs. Three heartbeats. Soap. Gun oil on Eve the shower did not quite kill. The clean smell of Priya’s skin.

He takes his own shirt off because standing there dressed is crazy.

Mary points at the bed.

“Sit. Hands where I can see them.”

He sits.

Eve climbs on first, kisses him, bites his mouth, then puts his palm on her breast. The nipple drags across his thumb.

“Gentle. I have seen you stop a bat. Do not use that on me.”

He eases off. She nods.

Priya kneels because she does not know where else to put herself. Mary watches his face and pushes her pants the rest of the way off. Her cunt is right there when she steps in, slick, the lips parting when she sits on her heels.

“Just you three,” Grant says, and ignores the rest of the map.

“Just us. Pay attention. Priya, you do not have to put him in your mouth. You can watch until you want in.”

Priya swallows.

“I want in. I just— I have not.”

“We know,” Eve says. “Then you watch my hands first.”

Eve gets his jeans open. His cock comes out already hard. She wraps her fingers around it, strokes once, thumb over the wet head, then takes him into her mouth. Hot. Wet. No performance. She sinks until her lips hit her fist and stays there, tongue flat on the underside. He hears the click in her throat before she even adjusts. He can taste the air off her skin. He says her name so he does not push.

Mary kisses him and puts his other hand between her legs.

“Two fingers. Slow. If I hiss, you backed off too late.”

She is soaked. His fingers slide through the hair and into her, knuckle-deep, and her cunt grips. He curls. Her breath stutters against his mouth. Her clit is swollen under his thumb. Eve sinks deeper on his cock and stays, eyes up, spit starting to shine on her chin. Priya watches like it is instructions, then leans in and kisses the inside of his knee. Her nipple brushes his calf. He feels the exact point of it.

“Good,” Mary says. “Eve, up. You first. She needs to see it is survivable.”

Eve comes off his cock with a wet sound, swings a leg over him, and reaches down to notch him against her. He can feel how slick she is on the head. She sinks in one long drop. Tight. Hot. Her pussy takes him to the base and she swears, planted on his chest, tits moving when she breathes.

“Fuuuuck… Don’t thrust. I mean it.”

He doesn’t. She rides him, rolling her hips, her almost-bare pussy stretched around his shaft, wet sounds every time she bottoms out.

Mary climbs up beside them, knees on the pillow, and puts her soaked pussy in front of his mouth. “Since you can taste everything now.” She winks playfully.

He hesitates, but slowly pulls her closer with one hand. She is wet against his tongue, the hair tickling his nose. Her clit is a hard little point when he sucks it. She holds his hair and grinds. Priya stays close enough that he can hear her breathing go thin. He can smell all three of them now, separate: Mary heavy and musky, Eve cleaner, Priya like warm skin and nerves.

When Eve starts to shake, he holds her hips and does not squeeze. Her thighs shake around him, then her pussy walls clamp, and she comes with her forehead on his, quiet on purpose, wet running down onto his balls. She slides off and sits against the headboard, thighs shiny, still watching.

She looks at Priya next. “Priya. On your back. Go slow. Grant, if you go super-speed I will end this.”

Priya lies down. Her small breasts moving up and down as she breathes. Her dark nipples point up in anticipation. Between her spread thighs her pussy looks small, the lips just starting to glisten. Grant has to line himself up twice because his body moves faster than before. He finally rubs the head up her slit gently until it catches on her entrance.

“Breathe.” Mary instructs Priya, squeezing her hand in support.

She tries to control her breaths as she stares into Grant’s eyes.

“Please. I want it to be you.” She whispers.

He pushes the head in and stops. She is tight enough that he feels her walls struggling to stretch enough for him. A sound comes out of her that is a mix of pain and something else. Her fingers dig into his shoulders. Inside she is hot and barely wet enough at first. She gets wetter as he holds still.

Mary lies next to her, one hand on Priya’s flat stomach, one on his back.

“He is listening to you. Tell him when.”

“More. I can take it. More.”

He gives her another inch. Then the rest, slowly, until his hips meet hers and she is full of him. Her mouth stays open. A tear falls into her hair. She nods.

He fucks her at a cautious pace. He has to control every stroke. He watches her face, listens to her breathing, backing off when it catches wrong. Her small tits move. Her dark nipples stay hard. Her cunt starts to ease and then clings, wetter now, a soft slick sound. Eve kisses Priya’s mouth when the sounds get sharp, then decides to make her moan. Mary’s fingers find Priya’s clit and rub in tight circles.

Priya comes with a shocked little gasp, her tight pussy pulsing around him, thighs shaking against his sides. He lasts through that and the next few strokes and then comes in her, deep, pulsing, and stays because Mary told him to stay and because pulling out too fast would be careless. He can feel his own cum leaking around his cock when he finally shifts.

He waits until he can hear his own heart without hearing the whole floor.

Priya’s forehead is against his collarbone. His cum is dripping down her inner thigh. Her nipples are still hard against his chest.

“Thank you,” she says. Simple. Devoted. Happy that he was her first.

Eve steals a bottle of water nearby. Her tits bounce when she leans. Mary sounds wrecked and smug, one breast flattened against the bed.

“Well?” Mary asks him.

“I didn’t flinch.”

“You also didn’t put a hole in the headboard. I’d say that’s a win.” She smirks.

“So we can go back out tomorrow?” Eve asks curiously.

“Tomorrow. Tonight he sleeps and nobody drops a spoon.” Mary insists coldly.

Grant almost laughs. It comes out as a sigh of relief instead.

The world is still loud, but he is already starting to feel some control again.