Fixing Desires Ch. 02: Patio Door

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This story contains explicit adult content involving fictional characters, all 18 or older. All intimate scenes are consensual. Reader discretion is advised.

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(This story is part of the "Fixing Desires" series. New readers can start here or find earlier chapters on my profile.)

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Friday's afternoon sun baked the concrete around the pool until it felt like walking on a stovetop. Brian stood near the shallow end, squinting through the glare off the water. He leaned over the edge with a skimmer net in hand, angling awkwardly to fish out a rubber toy wedged near the drain. A kid had dropped a toy--or maybe launched it--and now it was wedged against the drain cover.

His navy colored work polo shirt clung to his back, soaked through in patches. Sweat dripped from his temple and ran down into his collar. One hand gripped the net; the other braced against his knee for balance.

His foot slipped just an inch on the wet tile. He wobbled. Nearly lost it. The net slapped into the water with a flat, defeated splash.

"Careful, now," came a voice from across the pool. "You fall in, I'm not diving in after you."

Brian looked up.

Jada was stretched out on a lounger, her long legs glistening with sunscreen, her dark brown skin catching every drop of sunlight. She wore a black two-piece bikini that didn't bother pretending to hide much. Her hair was pulled into a high braided ponytail.

A cold can of Sundra Seltzer sat sweating in her hand. Her toenails were painted white.

Beside her, lounging with one leg tucked under the other, was someone new. Petite. Cinnamon-toned. A gymnast's build. Her afro was pulled into a playful bun, a few curls bouncing loose with the breeze. Her bikini was a bright pink that clung to her curves like it was made just for her, and for a second, Brian forgot what he was doing--his breath hitching, his mind short-circuiting at the sight.

She watched him with amusement, then gave a small wave. Her smile was sweeter than Jada's--less practiced, more curious.

"This is Kyra," Jada called. "I told you she was coming."

Brian blinked. "You did?"

"I did," Jada said, lowering her sunglasses to meet his eyes. "She's crashing with me for the weekend."

Kyra lifted her can in a mini-toast, tilting her head with a sly little grin and a raised brow, like she already knew she'd be trouble. "She told me about you too."

"You're the maintenance guy," Jada added, grinning.

Brian flushed. "Uh... yeah. That's me."

He retrieved the toy--some kind of rubber dinosaur--and held it up like it might excuse his presence. But his eyes kept drifting. Back to Jada's legs. The soft, oil-slick shine of her thighs. The way her bikini top stretched slightly as she leaned over to sip her drink.

A sharp pulse tightened in his shorts, his cock stiffening uncomfortably against the fabric as if it had a mind of its own. He tried to shift his stance casually, angling one leg forward, but all it did was press the swelling harder against the inside of the fabric.

"You doing anything tonight?" Jada asked casually, eyes hidden behind mirrored lenses. "We're ordering in. Pasta, breadsticks, and I've already got bottles of wine. You should come up."

Kyra leaned in. "She said you fixed her shower."

Jada smirked. "I told her I've never been wetter thanks to the maintenance guy."

Brian's ears went red.

He cleared his throat. "Dinner sounds good."

He forced his hand to his side, resisting the urge to adjust himself. His shorts suddenly felt too tight, the waistband digging in. He shifted again, trying to make it look like nothing.

Jada smiled like she'd already won. Brian's throat worked in a hard swallow, his eyes darting down briefly before he forced himself to look away, cheeks burning. "7PM, Come hungry."

Brian nodded a little too quickly. "Y-yeah. Sure. I will."

As he walked away, he could still feel their eyes on him. And his cock stayed stiff the entire walk back to the utility closet.

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Brian stood under the weak stream of the shower in his apartment, scrubbing his chest like he was trying to wash off nerves. He didn't have much body hair, but the water still clung to the round swell of his stomach before trailing downward in wide, meandering streams.

He dried off, dressed, swished around some mouthwash, and gave himself a once-over in the mirror. Not great. Not terrible. His cheeks were still a bit red from the sun, and the collar of his black polo shirt tugged slightly around his neck. But he looked... presentable.

He shaved, just the little he needed to, and applied a bare whisper of cologne--more out of hope than confidence.

No work shirt this time. Clean shorts, non-scuffed shoes. He was a man heading to dinner. With two beautiful girls. In one of their apartments.

He sat on the edge of his bed to gain some composure. His shirt clung slightly to his still-damp back, and his thighs spread naturally under his weight. The bedsprings groaned beneath him.

Then he thought of Jada--her long legs stretched out under the sun, her voice low and teasing. He remembered how she tasted just a week ago, how tight she'd felt wrapped around him. He'd come inside her. That thought hit like a freight train.

His stomach knotted--not with arousal, but panic. What if she'd called him there to say she was pregnant? He rubbed his face. No way. Not Jada's style. She would've teased him with something wild and sarcastic, like "Guess who's buying diapers?"

Still, the image clung to him.

Then came Kyra--burning into his mind like a fresh brand. The glint in her eyes when she watched him nearly fall into the pool. Her petite, gymnast-toned body shimmering in the sun. Legs folded beneath her, skin golden and slick. That teasing little smirk. He couldn't shake the image.

And he kept wondering--what could she taste like? Is it just like Jada?

His cock stirred again, already aching. He adjusted himself and stood up.

"Fuck it," he said, tucking his keys into his pocket. "Dinner's dinner."

He didn't know what they'd be expecting from him. He didn't know what these young women wanted with a man like him. But they'd invited him--and he wasn't about to say no.

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Brian knocked twice, then stood back, heart thudding in his chest. He could hear muffled laughter inside, the low murmur of music, the faint clink of glassware. His palms were already damp again.

Jada's door opened with a smooth click.

She stood barefoot in the doorway, one hand on the frame. Her dark skin practically glowed in the warm lighting, and her low-cut rouge satin lounge set clung to her hips, riding up ever so slightly when she shifted her weight.

"Hey there, maintenance guy," she said, smiling. "Right on time."

She looked him up and down and smiled.

"Well damn," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "You clean up for us?"

Brian cleared his throat. "Just figured I'd, uh... try to make a good impression."

Jada stepped back, waving him in. "You made one last week already."

Brian swallowed and stepped into the soft lighting, his gaze involuntarily drawn to her long legs. His eyes trailed upward--her shorts hugged her ass with such perfect tension, he caught a glimpse of the wedge between her cheeks. Her shape displaying her commitment to squat workouts.

The apartment smelled like garlic, pasta, and something floral--maybe candles or lotion.

"Smells amazing in here," he offered, voice dry.

Kyra was already in the dining room, barefoot in her cream camisole and shorts, a glass of wine in one hand. Her afro was still pulled into a bun, but looser now--like she'd been lounging comfortably. The shorts sat high on her hips, and the top clung softly to her chest, teasing at her small, perky breasts.

She smiled. "There he is."

Brian laughed nervously. "I, uh... didn't want to miss dinner."

"You didn't," Jada said from the kitchen, setting out plates on the glass table. "Pasta's from that new spot near the gym. Kyra picked the wine, Chardonnay."

She held up the bottle. "You want a glass?"

Brian nodded. "Yeah. Please."

Jada poured smoothly and handed it over without looking, her attention already back on arranging the table--but the side glance she gave him as he took it said everything.

Brian nodded, trying to stay cool--but everything felt warm. The table. The candles. The air. His face.

And beneath all that, the low, rising pressure in his shorts hadn't gone away since he got out of the shower.

The plates were generous--chicken pasta dressed in a creamy white sauce flecked with herbs, a rich aroma. A pile of warm breadsticks sat between them all in a large bowl.

They settled around the square glass table. Brian took an open seat on one side, the girls seated to his left and right. He struggled not to think about the fact that his erection was still fighting for room in his shorts.

Brian tried to focus on his food. He really did.

But every time he lifted his gaze, there was something waiting for him: Jada leaning back in her chair, the satin of her top shifting to reveal a generous glimpse of cleavage. The table light painting her dark skin in honeyed tones, catching the curve of her breast, the slope of her collarbone. Her expression was cool, almost amused, like she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on him. Kyra lifting her wine glass, the thin strap of her camisole slipping slightly off one shoulder. The soft scrape of a bare foot brushing the underside of the table.

He crossed his ankles. Then uncrossed them. There wasn't room.

Kyra reached for her wine again, her fork idling in her other hand. "You really do a bit of everything, huh?"

Brian nodded, chewing slowly. "Pretty much. AC, leaks, toilets, elevators that groan, doors that stick--if it's broke, I've probably stuck my hand in it."

Kyra raised her brows. "I bet."

Jada smirked. "Man's got magic fingers. My shower's still moaning in gratitude."

Brian nearly choked on his sip of wine. "It was just a pressure valve--too tight."

"Mmhmm," Jada said, voice low. "You loosened it up real nice."

Kyra giggled, biting the corner of her lip.

Brian sank slightly in his chair, lips twitching into a crooked smile. "I walked into that one."

Kyra nudged her foot forward again, this time a little more deliberate. It skimmed his ankle under the glass, paused, then retreated like nothing happened. Brian's breath caught.

Jada dragged a breadstick slowly through a pool of sauce, her gaze never leaving his. She bit into it with casual precision, licking a hint of white from the corner of her mouth.

Brian's pulse thudded. Jada's eyes held his for a beat longer than expected, her expression unreadable--but hot enough to make him sweat. When she finally glanced away, it was slow, deliberate, like she'd let him off the hook.

Kyra tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes watching him over the rim of her glass. The flicker of a smile touched her lips, subtle but charged. The candlelight flickered against her cinnamon-toned skin, casting delicate shadows along the soft lines of her chest.

Brian shifted again, conscious of how visible the table made everything--from his twitching thigh to the insistent throb in his cock. The outline was probably obvious now, straining against the fabric of his shorts like it needed air. He reached for his wine just to keep his hands busy.

Kyra set her wine glass down and glanced down at her own chest, her fingers tugging playfully at the top of her camisole like something had slipped inside. "Oops," she murmured, peering into the fabric.

Jada leaned in with a slow curiosity, tilting her chin to get a better angle. "You good?" she asked smoothly, her tone playful.

The move pulled Jada's top lower, and from where Brian sat, he had a full view--her breasts softly hanging, framed perfectly by the loose satin. His mouth went dry.

Kyra smoothed her top again and set her fork down, glancing toward the hallway. "I just remembered something," she said lightly, rising from her seat. "Give me one sec."

She padded off, hips swaying gently with each step. The room seemed quieter without her.

Brian looked to Jada, unsure whether to speak. Jada just smirked and took another sip of wine, her eyes lingering on him like she already knew what was coming next.

Jada leaned her elbow on the table, swirling her wine. "You nervous?"

Brian blinked. "Me?"

She gave a slow nod, her gaze flicking down briefly--right to the strain in his shorts--before meeting his eyes again. "You keep adjusting like something's broken."

Brian flushed. "Just... a tight fit."

"Mmhmm." She took another sip. "Maybe it's trying to get out."

He let out a soft, nervous laugh and looked away, but Jada didn't press. She let the silence hang, warm and buzzing between them.

From the hallway came a voice--playful, just loud enough:

"Hey Mr. Maintenance Guy... I think you need to come look at this!"

Jada's smirk widened.

Brian swallowed. "Is that...?"

"She probably found a leak," Jada said, standing. She didn't move to stop him. Just gestured toward the hallway with her glass. "Don't keep her waiting."

Brian stood up slowly, knees popping. His cock pressed stubbornly against the inside of his shorts, harder now from everything unsaid at the table. He felt Jada watching him as he stepped away, but she didn't follow. Just sipped her wine with that same knowing smirk.

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The hallway was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp near the bedroom door. Somewhere deeper inside, he heard movement--a soft creak of the bed, the brush of skin on fabric.

"Maintenance guy," Kyra called again, her voice playful but lower this time, almost smoky. "I've got something back here that needs urgent attention."

Brian swallowed.

He paused outside the bedroom. The door was cracked open just enough to hint at shadows moving inside, warm light spilling through the gap. He wiped his palms on his shorts.

Then, slowly, he pushed it open.

The room was warmly lit and smelled faintly of clean linen and floral lotion. The carpet muffled his heavy footsteps as he stepped in.

Kyra was sprawled across the bed on her back, arms tucked casually behind her head, her legs slightly parted. She was completely nude, her cinnamon-brown skin glowing under the soft lamplight. Her afro, no longer tied back, fanned gently around her head in a soft, natural halo.

Her breasts were small and perky, nipples a warm brown, and a neat patch of pubic hair crowned the top of her smooth folds. Her legs were toned from years of gymnastics, her thighs parted just enough to display the glistening pink between them.

A small, messy pile of clothes rested near the side of the bed--her cream shorts, camisole, and a pair of panties crumpled underneath.

Her toes wiggled absently, enjoying the thrill of waiting.

Brian stopped in the doorway, heart hammering.

She smiled lazily. "There you are. Thought you got lost."

He couldn't believe this was happening--not in Jada's apartment, not with Jada's best friend. Were chubby white guys just in season right now?

His cock throbbed, rock hard in his shorts.

Kyra glanced down with amusement. "Someone looks ready to get to work."

"C'mon, Maintenance Man," she said, eyes gleaming. "I've got an outlet here that needs some serious attention."

Brian let out a shaky breath and stepped forward, peeling off his polo shirt. It caught awkwardly over his head, and he fumbled with it for a second before it flung free. He reached for his waistband next, pushing down his shorts and underwear in one motion.

His cock bobbed forward--already slick with pre-cum.

Kyra lifted one leg slowly, bending her knee so her foot dragged along the comforter. It was enough to shift her hips, parting herself a little more.

He climbed onto the bed from the foot, moving slowly, reverently, the mattress creaking beneath his weight. From this angle, Kyra's whole body was on display. He took a moment just to look--her soft curves, the delicate slope of her thighs, the hint of vulnerability in her openness.

His hand brushed up her calf, then along her thigh. He hesitated at her pubic mound, fingers trailing over the neatly trimmed patch of hair, marveling at the softness.

Kyra's voice dropped to a whisper. "You gonna start with the outlet or just admire the wiring?"

Brian met her eyes and gave a crooked smile. "Figured I'd start with a full inspection."

The bedroom door eased open again with the faintest creak. Brian turned slightly, just in time to see Jada step inside--already naked, her dark skin glowing in the warm light. Her ponytail swayed behind her as she moved, calm and unhurried, a familiar smirk curling her lips. In one hand, she held a small bottle of lube.

She closed the door gently behind her and moved toward the bed, eyes sweeping over the scene like she'd been expecting exactly this. "Didn't want y'all starting without me," she said softly.

Brian's breath caught as he lowered himself further, arms braced near her sides, his broad frame careful not to crush the smaller woman beneath him. The scent of her skin was warm and inviting--something sweet and clean, with just the faintest musk of arousal hanging in the air.

His lips hovered near her inner thigh, and he kissed it once, then again, slower. Kyra's muscles twitched in response, her hips subtly shifting toward him.

He glanced up--her eyes were half-lidded, watching him with amusement and hunger.

Brian kissed higher, his lips grazing the soft crease where her thigh met her mound. Then, with a nervous kind of reverence, he brushed his tongue along the edge of her folds. She was slick, already wet, and the taste made him pause.

Different. New. Exciting.

He had only ever tasted one woman before. Now he was learning Kyra's flavor--warm, delicate, tangy-sweet--and he wanted more.

Brian moaned softly into her, his tongue flattening as he licked a longer, slower stripe from bottom to top. Kyra inhaled sharply, arms tensing under her head.

"Fuck," she whispered.

Encouraged, he licked again, circling her clit gently before pulling back and watching her twitch. Her breath hitched, and her thighs instinctively shifted, one brushing his shoulder.

It wasn't like he knew exactly what he was doing--but he was listening. Every gasp, every twitch of her legs, every sharp breath was a guide. He adjusted pressure. Changed rhythm. He slid his tongue into her slowly, tasting her from within, then pulled back to suck softly on her clit.

He slid his hands beneath her ass, cupping the firm globes, lifting her slightly so he could angle in closer. His tongue began moving in a slow rhythm--lapping, swirling, flicking with a growing confidence.

Kyra's eyes fluttered shut. Her stomach tightened. Her body arched again, one leg stretching out straight, toes curling tight.

Kyra squirmed. "Mmm... oh my god..."

Brian's mouth glistened with her wetness as he devoured her, the room quiet except for her soft moans and the occasional wet sound of his tongue working over her folds. Every flick of his tongue was met with a breathless gasp or a tightening of her thighs. He loved the way her legs shook just slightly when he hit the right spot.

He adjusted his grip, sliding one thick arm under her thigh to keep her steady, his other hand spreading her lips with a gentleness that belied the size of his fingers. He wanted her to feel good. Needed her to.

Jada had climbed up without a word and now lay comfortably at the head of the bed, reclining on her side. One hand massaged a breast, fingers pinching at a nipple. The other was buried between her legs, stroking herself slowly as she watched her friend unravel under Brian's tongue.

"Look at you," she said softly. "You're already addicted."

Brian didn't answer. He couldn't. His mouth was too full of Kyra, and he wasn't ready to stop.

Kyra's hips began to roll, the rhythm desperate and needy. Her fingers gripped the sheets, and her breathing turned jagged.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Right there--"

He tightened his grip on her thighs and focused, flicking his tongue faster now, circling her clit, then flattening against it. Her entire body was trembling.

And then--she broke.

Kyra cried out, her legs locking around his head as her back arched off the bed. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth, flooding his tongue with a deeper wave of flavor. He didn't stop until her moans softened and her body relaxed, slumping back against the sheets.

Brian pulled back slowly, panting, his mouth and chin slick.

Kyra's chest rose and fell as she blinked up at the ceiling, still trembling from the aftershocks. Her legs slowly relaxed, falling open again in lazy surrender. One arm flopped to the side, brushing Jada's thigh.

"Jesus," she whispered, voice hoarse with pleasure. "What the fuck, Jada. You weren't lying..."

Jada smirked, leaning over to brush a kiss to Kyra's cheek. "Told you he had a tongue worth keeping around."

Brian was still kneeling at the foot of the bed, flushed and glistening with her wetness, heart pounding in his chest. Cock at attention.

Jada reached for the nightstand, setting the bottle of lube to the side and rising to her knees. Her toned figure was mesmerizing in motion--every shift of her body brought out the deep sheen of her skin under the low light. Her ponytail bounced slightly as she straddled Kyra's waist, her full breasts swaying subtly as she moved.

Kyra looked up at her, lips parted.

Jada leaned down slowly, her breasts brushing lightly against Kyra's as she captured her mouth in a slow, hungry kiss. Kyra moaned, reaching up to cup Jada's ass as their bodies pressed together.

Brian sat motionless, mesmerized by the sight of the two women--one small and trembling, the other strong and fluid, their skin a contrast of cinnamon and deep chocolate, lips locked in a tangle of heat and teasing dominance.

Jada broke the kiss and glanced back over her shoulder. "You just gonna sit there watching, big guy?"

Brian blinked. "N-no, I just--"

"Get behind me."

Jada shifted forward, keeping her ass high and back arched as she kissed Kyra again, fingers trailing between her friend's thighs once more. Kyra squirmed, giggling softly.

Brian moved up, positioning himself behind Jada. His thick hands found her hips, and he groaned low in his throat as he rubbed himself between her cheeks. She was already soaked--warm, welcoming, and soft where he pressed into her.

He guided himself to her entrance, pausing.

Jada reached back, fingers finding his shaft. "Don't overthink it," she murmured. "Just put it in."

He pushed forward.

Her pussy parted around him with a wet sound and a gasp. Jada moaned into Kyra's mouth, her back arching as Brian slid in--slow and thick. The heat wrapped around him instantly, and he nearly buckled at the sensation.

"Fuuuuck..." he groaned, sweat beading across his shoulders.

Jada's thighs clenched. "God, you feel so big like this..."

Brian started to thrust--slow and deep. His belly met the top of her firm ass with each movement, the sounds growing slicker with every push. Sweat gathered in the small of Jada's back, where his chest hovered just above her. Their bodies were wet and hot, moving in rhythm.

Each thrust sent a soft ripple across Jada's ass, her dark skin glistening in the low light. Brian's grunts were heavy, his cock throbbing with each plunge inside her. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and the friction only made him harder.

It felt unreal--hot, snug, and pulsing around him like she was trying to milk every inch. The velvet heat of her walls clung to him with every stroke, coaxing him deeper, pulling him closer to the edge. He couldn't believe how perfect she felt, how much his body remembered her--even after just one time.

Beneath her, Kyra writhed as Jada's hand slid between her thighs again. Jada's fingers moved with practiced ease, slipping into slick, familiar heat. She knew exactly where to press, exactly how to curl--like a pianist returning to a favorite melody.

Kyra gasped and clutched the sheets. The sensation wasn't new, but it still overwhelmed her--the way Jada's fingers filled her, coaxed every nerve to attention, teasing that delicious pressure inside until her thighs quivered all over again.

Kyra whimpered and arched her back, her small breasts rising with every breath. "Oh my god, Jada... that's..."

"I know, baby," Jada whispered, her breath hot against Kyra's cheek. She kissed her again, fingers never slowing, drawing moans that echoed through the room.

Brian was gasping now, the rhythm steady but building. Each thrust drove deeper, his belly smacking against Jada's slick backside. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh, of need, of wetness and heat.

Brian's mind swam in the intensity of it. Her pussy clung to him like it knew every ridge of his cock already, milking him with each grind of their bodies. The heat, the wetness, the way she flexed around him--he was convinced one more thrust would set him off.

He clenched his jaw and held on. Not yet.

Jada's moans, tangled with Kyra's softer cries, filled his ears like a song built for madness. Their voices rose together, the rhythm of bodies colliding almost percussive. Brian's shaft pulsed--too sensitive, too enveloped in warmth.

He gritted his teeth and kept going, every muscle tight with the effort of not coming right then and there.

"I'm--fuck--I'm close," he said breathlessly.

Jada pulled away from Kyra's kiss and reached out to tap her arm. "Lube."

Kyra fumbled for the bottle on the nightstand and passed it over, eyes wide with anticipation.

Jada looked back at Brian and gave him a wicked grin. "Time to work on that back patio door."

He blinked. "Wait, seriously?"

"C'mon, Maintenance Man," she teased. "I submitted the work order last week."

Brian pulled out of her slick warmth with a shaky groan, his cock twitching from the sudden exposure to cooler air. Jada's juices clung to him, glistening in the low light. She gave her hips a little sway and looked back over her shoulder, grinning.

Kyra passed the lube into his waiting hand, their fingers brushing--Brian's were trembling slightly. "Go slow," Kyra murmured, not teasing this time. "You got this."

He uncapped the bottle, and in his nervousness, squeezed a little too hard--half the bottle dribbled out over Jada's lower back and down the curve of her ass. "Shit--sorry," he muttered.

Jada just laughed. "Just make sure you get it where it counts."

Brian slicked his fingers and rubbed the lube into her cheeks first, then down between them, massaging gently. Her skin was hot to the touch. He circled her tight entrance, pressing softly. Jada moaned, steady and low, her hips pushing back just a little.

"Don't be shy," she breathed. "Just warm it up."

He did, rubbing her rim with a single finger, then slowly pressing in the tip. Her muscles clenched tight, then relaxed around him. He moved in and out, loosening her bit by bit, his cock dripping against her thigh.

Once she was relaxed, Brian slicked himself up--his cock practically humming with pressure--and positioned at her backdoor. He took a breath, then slowly pushed forward.

The tip slid in with resistance, then gave way.

Jada gasped, her arms tensing beside Kyra. "Fuck--that's... yeah..."

Brian paused, panting. She was tighter than anything he'd ever imagined--hot and gripping him with each inch. He eased forward slowly, watching her back muscles ripple, her ass pushing back to meet him.

"You okay?" he managed.

"Better than okay," she growled. "Now fuck me."

Brian did. He built a rhythm--careful, controlled--his hands firm on her hips, guiding her back onto him. The sounds changed--wet, but deeper, needier. Her body rocked into his, the motion slick with sweat and lube, thighs trembling with each impact.

Every stroke into her tight heat sent a jolt up Brian's spine. Her ass clung to him so snugly it almost stopped him mid-thrust. The resistance was maddening and addictive--like her body was trying to pull him deeper, refusing to let go. Sweat rolled down his sides and dripped from his chest, smearing where his belly pressed to her slick, flexing cheeks.

He couldn't believe how good it felt--how raw, how overwhelming. His cock throbbed with every inch he sank into her, and the lube only heightened the sensation, letting him slide just enough while still feeling every flutter and squeeze of her body.

Jada's breath hitched each time his hips met hers. Her fingers curled in the sheets, her face twisted in pleasure. The stretch was intense, but she relished it--eyes fluttering, mouth parted in a silent moan. It was unlike anything she'd felt before, a burning fullness that touched every nerve, tingling up her spine and settling low in her belly. She pushed back into him, matching his rhythm, craving each slow, powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Brian," she gasped. "You're... god, that's so deep."

He moaned in response, eyes fixed on the way her ass moved, the way her back arched to take more of him. His hands trembled on her hips, straining to keep from losing control.

Kyra watched from below, eyes wide, her hand slowly rubbing between her own legs. Breathing rapid as she brought herself close to another orgasm.

Brian groaned, hips moving harder now. The pressure inside him surged--he was barely holding on.

"Almost--fuck, I'm gonna--"

"Do it," Jada gasped. "Right there--let me feel it."

Brian was close. So close it scared him. His vision blurred as he watched the way Jada's body took him--her skin glistening, her muscles tense and trembling under his grip. The heat between them was unbearable, sweat pooling in the small of her back, their bodies slick and noisy as they collided.

"Gonna... fuck, I can't hold it," he panted, teeth clenched.

"Then don't," Jada groaned, her voice ragged and wanting. "Give it to me."

He thrust once. Twice.

Then pulled out with a desperate growl--his cock pulsing violently. Thick spurts of cum shot across her lower back, her ass, slicking her dark skin with streaks of white. One final spasm, and he nearly collapsed, catching himself on trembling arms. His breath came in shallow gasps, chest heaving.

Kyra let out a slow exhale. "That was... wow, he just took your anal v-card" she breathed.

Jada moaned. "Don't act like you're not jealous."

Kyra laughed breathlessly. "Girl, hell no. That exit stays an exit."

"He's like a damn hydrant too." She added, half-laughing as she reached for a tissue on the nightstand.

Jada gave a lazy smile, her body still pulsing with aftershocks. "Told you the man had pressure."

Brian flopped onto his back beside them, utterly drained. His eyes fluttered, barely staying open. "Jesus," he muttered. "That was..."

But sleep was already tugging at him.

Jada and Kyra exchanged a glance. Quiet giggles followed as they rolled off the bed, bodies glistening, limbs loose with satisfaction. Jada grabbed the lube bottle and set it aside while Kyra padded toward the bathroom.

Brian stirred slightly at the sound of the shower running. Their voices were hushed but clear.

"That was insane," Kyra whispered. "You actually let him...?"

Jada snorted. "Girl, he earned it."

"You sure you're not catching feelings for the maintenance guy?"

Jada paused, then laughed softly. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

Brian smiled faintly as the warm water ran, the giggles continuing. The bed was still warm where they'd been. He let the sound lull him and drifted into sleep.

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The first light of dawn crept through the slats of Jada's blinds, painting soft golden stripes across the carpet and the tangle of limbs on the bed.

Brian stirred with a groan, body stiff and sore in all the ways that made him smile. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and glanced over.

Jada and Kyra were curled together under the sheet, bare shoulders exposed, legs intertwined. Kyra was nestled into Jada's side, their breathing slow and even. The faint scent of last night lingered in the air--sweat, sex, and a vanilla candle that died out during the night.

Brian exhaled a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

What the hell is my life right now?

He eased out of bed carefully, trying not to wake them. But his foot caught the edge of the comforter--and his knees hit the carpet with a solid thud.

"Shit--ow."

Kyra cracked one eye open. "Did he just fall?"

Jada's voice, still hoarse from moaning hours ago, came muffled from the pillow. "He always falls."

Brian grumbled as he pulled himself up, brushing off his knees with wounded pride. "Carpet's softer than I thought."

The girls giggled, their laughter lazy and warm.

Brian dressed quietly--polo shirt from last night, shorts slightly wrinkled. He glanced in the mirror by the dresser and ran a hand through his hair. Still looked like him. Still felt like a fever dream.

He stepped back into the doorway, casting one last look toward the bed.

Jada raised her head slightly, hair wild, one brow arched. "Heading out?"

"Yeah," Brian said softly. "Didn't want to wake you."

"You didn't succeed," Kyra murmured.

Jada smiled. "Thanks for joining us for dinner and... dessert."

Brian chuckled. "It was real nice meeting you, Kyra."

She stretched like a cat, breasts peeking from beneath the sheets. "See you later, Maintenance Man."

Jada added, "But next time, fix my damn patio door first."

Brian laughed as he backed into the hall. "I'll bring my tools."

And then he was gone, stepping into the early morning air, the door clicking shut behind him. His heart was still racing, his cock still twitching faintly with memory.