Chapter 3

The game kept going like none of us wanted to be the one who stopped it.

Another round. Controllers clicked. I lost again. Maybe my fingers slipped on purpose. Maybe I just couldn't focus with the leftover throb between my legs and the way both of them kept looking at me. Either way, Jax set his controller down and Victor's voice came low and final.

"Three minute. Winner's choice. Open your legs, baby girl."

I didn't argue. My body was already moving. Victor pulled me firmly between them on the couch so my back was against his chest and Jax was right in front of me. Big hands settled on my knees and pushed them apart. Cool air hit the soaked fabric of my shorts. I could feel how wet I still was from the last orgasm, the thin material clinging to every fold.

Victor's hand slid straight down the front of my shorts and under the waistband of my panties without hesitation. Two thick fingers parted my pussy lips, spreading the slickness, then one settled hard against my clit while the other pushed lower, circling my entrance. At the same time Jax reached under my shoved-up bralette, found both nipples, and pinched—firm, twisting, rolling them between his fingers until sharp little sparks shot straight down to where Victor was touching me.

Wet sounds filled the quiet between game noise and breathing.Every time Victor's fingers moved, I could hear how soaked I was. Juice was already running down the inside of my thighs, warm trails that made me want to close my legs and open them wider at the same time.

Look at you, I told myself, voice nasty inside my own head. Sitting here with your stepdad's fingers in your pussy and his teammate pinching your tits, dripping all over the couch like some desperate little slut. Mom's husband. And you're still pushing into his hand.

Victor's mouth was right against my ear. "Baby girl is already this wet… how do Daddy's fingers feel?"

I couldn't answer with words. A broken sound came out instead. His finger on my clit pressed harder, rubbing in tight, fast circles while the second finger slipped inside me—just the tip at first, then deeper, curling against my front wall. Jax kept working my nipples, sometimes tugging them outward, sometimes giving a sharp little twist that made my hips jerk. The dual sensation was overwhelming. My clit felt swollen and too sensitive; every stroke sent heat flooding lower. I could feel myself clenching around Victor's finger, trying to pull him deeper even while my brain kept screaming that this was wrong.

The minute stretched. Or maybe it was already over and neither of them cared. Victor added a second finger, stretching me open, fucking them in and out in steady thrusts while his thumb stayed locked on my clit. The wet sounds got louder—slick, rhythmic, obscene. Juice dripped down over his hand, onto the couch, down the backs of my thighs. My legs were shaking hard enough that Victor had to keep them spread with his own.

Shame and heat tangled until I couldn't tell them apart. Part of me wanted to shove their hands away and run. The bigger, hungrier part just wanted them to go harder. I could feel Jax watching every twitch of my face, every time my mouth fell open.

"That's it,"Victor murmured. "Let it happen. Come on Daddy's fingers while Jax watches."

The pressure built fast and mean. My stomach tightened. My toes curled against the couch. I tried to hold it back—some last pathetic attempt at dignity—but Victor's fingers curled harder against that sensitive spot inside me at the exact same time his thumb ground down on my clit, and Jax gave both nipples a simultaneous sharp pinch.

I broke.

A sharp, messy orgasm tore through me. My pussy clenched hard around Victor's fingers, pulsing, and a small gush of wetness spilled out, more than last time, warm and sudden, soaking his hand and the cushion under me. My whole body jerked and trembled. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving my throat while the waves kept hitting, shorter and sharper, until my thighs were shaking so badly I could barely keep them open. The shame hit right along with the pleasure: I was coming on my stepdad's hand with his teammate's fingers still twisted around my nipples, dripping and shaking and not even trying to hide it anymore.

Victor slowly worked me through it, fingers gentling but not leaving. Jax eased the pressure on my nipples but kept his hands on my breasts, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks. I was panting, cheeks burning, the wet patch under me spreading further.

The controllers were forgotten. Jax reached for his again eventually, voice rough.

"My win this round."He looked straight at me, eyes dark. "Punishment is mouth."

Victor's arm tightened around my waist. His voice dropped even lower, right against my ear, the words landing like a promise and a threat at the same time.

"And after that… Daddy's going to fuck you."

My legs, still open and trembling, twitched wider on pure instinct before my brain even finished processing the sentence. Heat flooded through me all over again—fresh, helpless, and already hungry for whatever came next.