12. Tania
Tania
The door closes behind us. We’re standing in my bedroom—all three of us. Evan and Callum are watching me.
“So what do you want?” Evan asks.
My brain spins. This is both of them at the same time.
My eyes land on the silk sleep mask on my dresser.
I get an idea. “I want to try something.”
I cross to the dresser, pick up the mask, and turn back to face them.
“Blindfold me.”
Both men go completely still.
Callum’s grin spreads, slow and wicked. “Fuck yes.”
Evan’s eyes darken. “You sure, Wifey?”
“Yes.”
I want to focus on feeling. Not thinking, not analyzing who’s doing what, or whether I’m doing this right.
I sit on the edge of my bed, and Evan comes to me first.
He takes the mask from my hands. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”
He slides it over my eyes. The silk is cool against my skin. He adjusts it, checking the fit. Then his fingers brush my temple.
“Good?”
“Perfect.”
The world goes dark. Every other sense sharpens. I hear fabric rustling and footsteps on the hardwood floor moving around me. I’m ready for this.
“New rule, Red.” Callum’s somewhere to my left. “You have to guess which one of us is touching you.”
I try to track everyone's location. “And if I guess wrong?”
Evan is to my right now. “We stop and make you wait.”
Oh. Stakes.
Hands land on my shoulders from behind. Warm. Broad palms, gentle pressure. The touch is careful, checking.
“Evan.”
“Good girl.”
His palms slide down my arms.
Different hands are at my ankles. Rougher. More aggressive. Spreading my legs apart where I’m sitting.
“Callum.”
He laughs. “Too easy. We’re not even trying yet.”
Four hands now. Working together. I can’t track who’s doing what. My shirt gets pulled over my head, cool air hits my skin, and fingers are at the button of my jeans.
Who unbuttoned them? I’ll have to guess. “Callum on the jeans.”
Everything stops.
“Wrong.”
I make a frustrated noise.
“See?” Callum chuckles. “Gotta pay attention.”
They resume. My jeans slide down my legs. Evan’s hands—apparently—pull them off completely. I’m in my bra and underwear now.
I’m hyperaware of every sensation.
They switch positions and move around me. I hear them circling. Then there’s a mouth on my neck. Soft. He takes time with the kiss; there’s no rushing.
“Evan.”
“Correct.”
Fingers trace my collarbone—light, teasing, and testing to see if I’ll react.
I hesitate and focus on the intent behind the touch, the challenge in it.
“Callum.”
He squeezes my thigh. “Damn. She’s getting good at this.”
Hands unhook my bra. It falls away. My nipples tighten in the cool air.
Then there’s a mouth on my right breast. Teeth grazing. Aggressive. No warm-up.
Callum.
Fingers slide under the waistband of my underwear on my left side. Gentle. Patient.
Evan.
They peel my underwear down together. I’m completely naked and sitting on the edge of my bed, blindfolded. Both men are circling me.
“Whoever makes her come first wins,” Callum announces.
They’re challenging each other now. Not me.
Evan threads his fingers through my hair. “What does the winner get?”
“First fuck.”
My skin flushes hot.
“Tania,” Evan’s closer now. “That okay with you?”
“Yes.”
I want to see who wins. I want to be the prize they’re competing for.
Callum moves first with immediate intensity. His mouth finds my breast again while his hand slides between my legs. No teasing. Two fingers push inside me.
I gasp.
“You’re already so wet, Red.” His fingers curl and hit that spot that makes my thighs shake. “You like being fought over?”
I can’t answer. Can’t think.
Evan’s mouth is on my inner thigh. Kissing and biting gently. His mouth is everywhere except where I need him, where I’m aching. I raise my hip, wanting more.
“Patience, Wifey.”
His breath ghosts over me. His tongue follows. One long, slow lick that makes my hips jerk.
I nearly come right there, but he pulls back.
“Evan,” I plead.
“Not yet.”
They’re trading off now. Callum’s fingers. Evan’s mouth. Evan’s fingers. Callum’s mouth. I lose track. The blindfold makes everything more intense. Every touch, every breath, and every sound is magnified.
My thighs are trembling. “Please. I need more. I need to come.”
Callum’s fingers are inside me, curling. His thumb circles my clit with perfect pressure, and his mouth is on my breast, teeth scraping.
The combination overwhelms me.
I come hard. Crying out. My body locks up tight before the release floods through me. Wave after wave.
Callum laughs, satisfied. “I win.”
Evan lets out a resigned exhale. “Pretty sure I deserve partial credit for that one.”
I’m boneless and still trying to catch my breath. The blindfold is still on, and someone’s hand rests on my thigh. Not moving. Grounding me.
“Did you notice how she responded when you used your teeth?” Evan sounds fascinated.
“Yeah?” Callum is loving this new piece of information.
“Do it again,” Evan urges him. “Watch.”
Callum’s teeth graze my shoulder. My body responds. My muscles tighten.
They’re analyzing my reactions. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. They are looking for ways to please me, and now I’m enjoying this even more.
“She makes this sound when you get the angle right.” Callum’s fingers demonstrate, curling inside me. “Here.”
I whimper.
“Show me,” Evan urges.
They’re comparing techniques and trading information, but their focus is completely on me.
“She responds to pressure here.”
“Watch how she moves when you use your finger and tongue at the same time.”
They’re learning me together, and every discovery makes them better at reading my body.
This is unbelievable. This is so hot.
“Can I take the blindfold off?”
“Why?” Callum asks.
“I want to see you. Both of you.”
“Your call, Red.”
I reach up and pull the mask off myself. Blinking in the light, I see that both men are shirtless now. When did that happen?
Callum’s pupils are blown wide. Evan’s mouth is wet, and his hair is disheveled, because of me.
Callum’s already reaching for a condom from my nightstand. Thankfully, Sandra had those stocked for me when I first moved in. She really does think of everything.
Callum rolls on the condom. “I can fuck you from behind, or you can ride me. Lady’s choice.”
I process both options. Both sound good. But I want to watch his face. I want the control.
“I’ll ride you.”
His grin is absolutely wicked.
He lies back against my headboard. I straddle his thighs. Evan moves beside us and places his hand on my lower back, steadying me.
I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, watching his face the whole time.
His hands grip my hips. “Fuck, Red. Look at you taking me like this.”
I bottom out, and both of us are trying to catch our breath.
I start moving. Slow at first. Testing the angle, the depth. Finding what feels best.
Callum tries to control the rhythm with his hands on my hips. Guiding.
I bat them away. “I’m riding you, remember?”
His frustrated groan makes me smile.
Evan laughs deeply beside us. “She’s got you there.”
Evan’s palm slides up my spine, and his mouth is on my shoulder. His other hand reaches around and finds my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
Callum’s hands move to my ass, helping lift me. The collaboration again.
I pick up speed.
“That’s it.” Callum’s dirty talk is rougher now. Strained. “Use me. Fuck, Red. Take what you need.”
Evan’s fingers find my clit from behind, circling.
“Your pussy keeps squeezing me every time Evan touches you.” Callum’s breathing is ragged. “You like having both of us pleasuring you at the same time?”
I manage to squeak out, “Yes!” I’m close. So close.
“She’s dripping down my thighs, Evan. Feel how wet she is.”
Evan’s fingers circle my clit, and the pressure builds.
Callum’s hips thrust up hard, and the orgasm slams into me.
My thighs lock up. Vision blurring.
“That’s it. Milk my cock.” Callum keeps thrusting up into me while I’m coming. “Fuck, I can feel every pulse of your orgasm.”
He loses it seconds after. His hips jerk, and he’s swearing through clenched teeth.
I collapse forward onto his bare skin. His arms wrap around me. Both of us are trembling.
Evan’s hand is on my back. “You good?”
I manage a nod against Callum’s shoulder, but I can’t speak yet.
Callum lifts me off carefully and disposes of the condom.
I’m oversensitive, but I only need a few seconds before I’m ready for more.
Evan pulls me to the edge of the bed. My legs dangle off, and he kneels on the floor between my thighs.
“Let me use what we learned.”
He doesn’t rush and starts with his mouth, applying every observation from earlier. The exact pressure. The specific angle.
And it’s perfect. Everything is perfect.
Callum lies beside me, hand in my hair. “He’s showing off, Red.”
Evan’s tongue circles my clit, then his fingers slide inside. When I’m gasping, pulling at his hair, he stands and rolls on a condom.
He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed, and then he enters me, standing.
It’s a different angle. Deeper. More intense.
My fingers twist in the sheets. He’s doing everything right, and my body is responding. “There. Right there.”
Evan’s pace increases with one hand gripping my hip. Callum joins in, rubbing my clit, intensifying the feeling of pure bliss coursing through my body.
“Can you give Evan one more?” Callum growls.
“Let me feel you, Wifey.”
I come again. The orgasm rips through me, and Evan follows. And then he’s leaning over me and trying to catch his breath.
And then we all lie together, tangled in my bed. Evan disposes of the condom and returns. Callum pulls the blanket over us, and I’m between them.
Callum clears his throat. “I won.”
“You went first,” Evan corrects. “That’s not the same as winning.”
I laugh. “You’re both ridiculous.”
Callum gives me a light swat on my ass. “Ridiculously good, you mean.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling.
Evan presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you okay?”
“I just had three orgasms. Of course I’m okay.”
“That makes you the winner.” Callum chuckles and then squeezes my hand.