Ch. 4 & 5 - Moving Upstairs

Ch 4 was a bit short to stand alone so I've combined them in one submission:

*Stairway Seduction*

"Upstairs, ho!" Nate yelled, like there was a treasure hunt -- which, in a way, there was.

"Who you calling a ho?" Rachel shot back, rhetorical. She was a hoe. At minimum, right now. And proud of it.

They grabbed fresh drinks from the kitchen. As they started up the stairs, Rachel tossed a glance over her shoulder and gave her hips a deliberate wiggle.

Nate took that as an invitation to test what he could initiate.

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back, burying his face between her cheeks. His breath came hot against her skin, tongue tracing firm, greedy strokes. In one motion he parted her pink lips, drove his tongue into her pussy, and then, without a hint of hesitation, started giving her asshole a working over she could've only hoped for.

Thank God for guys who eat ass, she thought before her brain short-circuited and her knees started to buckle.

Dave, a step ahead, turned just in time to catch her. He sat down on the nearest step, steadying her between his legs.

Rachel leaned in, lips catching his in a deep, messy kiss, while behind her Nate's mouth kept working.

Her fire spilled into Dave's mouth.

"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind for the stairs," she breathed between kisses. "But... not complaining."

Dave grinned, brushing a thumb across her cheek. "Didn't think you would."

Nate's hands tightened at her hips, mouth not stopping.

"Okay," Dave murmured finally. "Upstairs. Before one of us falls and ends up in the emergency room instead of the bedroom."

Rachel laughed breathlessly and nodded, though her legs wobbled as Nate gave one last firm lick before letting go.

Nate stood quickly, and with Rachel still bent over, she felt his cock brush against her inner thighs.

He traced his shaft down her slickness, not entering, just teasing -- the ridge bumping her clit as it passed, sending a sharp jolt through her -- then pulled away.

If he'd slid into her right then, she might've come instantly.

But instead, he gave her a playful slap on the ass and a let's go hand motion.

They continued upward -- Rachel's pulse racing, the heat between them all already dangerously high.

Ch 5 - Mouths, Hands & Hunger

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the vibe didn't reset. It surged.

Rachel moved toward the bed, but Nate caught her before she could climb on.

His hands circled her waist and slid up to cup her breasts, pressing himself against her back. His cock, hot and insistent, nestled between her cheeks. He leaned down, kissing the curve of her neck, breath heavy.

Before she could fully melt into him, Dave stepped in from the front. His hand came up to her jaw, tilting her face toward his. The kiss he gave wasn't soft. It was deep. Claiming. Tongues tangling while Nate's hands roamed her curves from behind.

Rachel was caught -- a standing sandwich between two men fully dialed in on the same mission.

The touch escalated. Fingers tracing. Squeezing. Lips and teeth teasing her neck and mouth until Rachel whimpered between breaths.

Finally, Dave pulled back just enough to murmur, "I think it's time for a better view."

He sat at the edge of the bed, cock in hand, pointed toward the sky.

Rachel smiled -- slow, knowing -- and sank to her knees between his thighs.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and guided him to her mouth, lips parting to take him in with the same confident, deliberate rhythm she'd shown downstairs.

Nate wasn't idle. How could he be?

He laid down on the floor, face up, his head aligned with Rachel's ass. "If you lift up for a second, I can pick up where I left off on the stairs."

Her body reacted before her brain caught up. She was straddling Nate's face in milliseconds, resuming her rhythm on Dave with slow, teasing strokes and licks. She didn't want to get him off yet. She just wanted him to feel lavished with attention.

Rachel gasped as Nate's tongue traced up her folds, lingering before circling her rim in greedy, practiced strokes.

Her moan vibrated around Dave's cock, making his breath hitch.

Dave tangled his fingers in her hair but didn't guide. Just held. Watched.

Nate wasn't gentle. His tongue pressed deeper, licking her open while his hands spread her wider. His breath was hot. His moans low and hungry against her skin.

Rachel shuddered, the dual sensations sparking the release of a torrent between her thighs.

"Fuck..." Dave breathed. "Look at you."

Rachel didn't answer. She couldn't. Her body was on fire. Her mind was gone.

She trembled between them -- pinned between cock and tongue, between control and surrender -- and there wasn't anywhere in the world she'd rather be.

She rode Nate's face with slow, grinding rolls of her hips, every swipe of his tongue making her thighs tremble harder.

Beneath her, he moaned into her soaked folds, hands gripping her firm quads, pulling her down like he couldn't get enough.

At the same time, her lips stayed wrapped around Dave's cock, giving him a slow, deliberate rhythm. Not greedy. Not hurried. Just the steady suction that drove him insane.

It wasn't long before the pressure inside her surged too high to ignore. Nate's tongue flicked just right, and her body betrayed her with a sharp, helpless cry.

Her thighs clamped around Nate's head, back arching as a hot gush spilled over his face -- not a trickle. Not a spurt. A full release. Wet and shameless. Soaking him.

Nate moaned into it, drinking her down, not stopping for a second. His grip only tightened, holding her in place while she shuddered through the wave.

"Oops. Forgot to warn you about that," Rachel giggled.

"If drowning under you is how I go out, so be it," Nate managed, pausing just long enough to speak before resuming what Rachel now officially considered God's work.

Dave groaned above her. The sound of her moaning around his cock pushed him closer to the edge than he expected.

For a few perfect minutes, she kept both men right where she wanted them -- one tasting, one throbbing against her tongue. Her body hummed with power.

But eventually, the need shifted. Grew.

She let Dave's cock slide from her lips and leaned forward to kiss him, bracing her hands on the bed.

Her hips lifted from Nate's mouth, the wetness audible as she pulled away.

Without a word, she crawled up onto the bed -- slow, deliberate, back arched, every movement a silent invitation.

She paused at the center, glancing back over her shoulder, eyes dark and wild.

"I'm ready," she whispered. "Somebody fuck me."

Dave stepped forward, cock hard and ready. He took position behind her.

Rachel reached back, wrapped her hand around his base, and guided him into her slick, aching center -- slow at first, savoring the stretch, the pressure, the heat.

A long, guttural moan spilled from her throat as he pushed deeper -- so much that Nate felt it as much as heard it.

Her back arched. Her hips rocked back against him instinctively.

Nate moved. Not away. Not to the sidelines.

He stretched out on his back beneath Rachel, head aligned with her chest, perfectly positioned so her tits would sway above his face.

That was the plan.

His hands slid up her ribs. He tilted his head, mouth catching the weight of one breast as it jostled with every thrust. He sucked, firm and greedy, tongue flicking across her nipple.

Rachel gasped. Then -- without thinking -- she dipped lower, her lips crashing into his.

It wasn't supposed to happen. That wasn't the dynamic. But her body chose for her.

The kiss was desperate. Messy. Momentary. Her moan spilled into his mouth, blending with the rough sound of Dave's rhythm behind her.

Realizing what she'd done, Rachel pulled back, breathless. Instead of kissing again, she angled her chest forward, offering Nate another breast.

She made the shhh motion with her finger to her lips. Nate got the message instantly.

He chuckled -- a low, hungry sound -- and took her nipple between his lips again. Sucked deep.

But it wasn't enough.