Guest Privileges Pt. 02 Ch. 04-06

Chapter 4

By the time we left the apartment, the air had cooled into that perfect early-evening warmth--breezy, but still clinging to the heat of the day. The kind of weather that made skin feel electric.

I wore a slinky black dress Ella had loaned me. It was a little shorter than I'd normally go for, a little tighter--but after everything that had happened earlier, modesty felt almost laughable. Ella, for her part, wore a silky rust-colored slip dress that clung to her like a second skin, a silver choker resting delicately at her throat. A casual observer wouldn't have noticed it. But I knew what it meant now.

Alex looked like he always did--sharp but effortless. He carried himself like someone who already owned the room he hadn't stepped into yet. Watching them together in public--how normal they seemed, holding hands almost quaintly--was a strange kind of whiplash. If anyone passing us had any clue what we'd done together just hours earlier, they gave no sign.

The rooftop bar was just starting to fill. Music pulsed low from unseen speakers, and strings of golden light glowed overhead, casting everyone in a honey-colored haze. We grabbed a corner table with a view of the river and ordered cocktails without looking at the menu.

It was easy. Laughing, drinking, talking shit about mutual friends. For a while, we didn't acknowledge anything that had happened back at the apartment. It was like it had existed in a different dimension. I almost wondered if I'd dreamed it.

Almost.

But then I caught the way Ella sat.

Back straight. Knees close. Hands folded politely in her lap unless Alex reached for his drink--then she moved instantly to pass it to him. Not over-the-top. Just... intentional. Practiced.

And he never thanked her.

Not out loud.

His hand on her knee said enough.

By our second round, the mood had shifted.

Ella leaned against my shoulder when she laughed, her skin warm against mine. Alex's fingers were tracing little patterns over my thigh beneath the table, just light enough that it was maddening. When I looked over, he met my gaze with that same expression he always wore when I'd been caught staring--cool, steady, inviting.

"Shots?" he said.

We didn't say no.

The liquor hit fast. Or maybe it was just the altitude. Or the way Ella's fingers had started to ghost along the back of my neck like she was tracing invisible lines only she could see.

"You two are trouble," I murmured, not quite looking at either of them.

"We haven't even started yet," Alex said.

The banter turned low and lazy. Laughter got slower, heavier. Ella let her hand rest just a little too long on my knee. When she leaned to whisper something in my ear, her lips brushed my skin--not by accident.

And then, under the table, Alex's hand slid higher.

I inhaled sharply, glancing around.

Nobody was paying attention. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own buzz, their own conversations, the skyline, the music.

"You're flushed," Ella whispered. Her hand joined his on my thigh, grazing just below the hem of my dress. "Too warm?"

"A little," I managed.

Alex leaned in. "Do you want to go somewhere cooler?"

I swallowed. "Like back home?"

He smiled. "Eventually."

His fingers moved again. Higher. Testing.

I shivered.

Maybe no one else could see what was happening--but I could feel it. I was unraveling in public. And they were doing it together.

Ella's voice dropped to a whisper. "How long do you think you can keep that poker face?"

Alex's hand was at the edge of my panties now. Ella's lips were grazing my shoulder.

My drink was full, but I couldn't taste it anymore.

I looked at them--both of them.

Trouble. Beautiful, patient, merciless trouble.

And I wanted to see what they'd do if I stopped pretending to behave.

Chapter 5

We didn't go home.

Not yet.

Instead, we slipped away--up a narrow, semi-hidden stairwell that led to a smaller rooftop lounge one level higher. It was quieter up there. Just a few couches, the ambient glow of string lights, and the low hum of music from below drifting up like a secret.

We weren't alone, but it felt like we were.

Ella sat between us on the cushioned bench, her dress slipping higher on her thighs with every subtle shift. Alex had one arm stretched along the back, fingers toying absently with the thin strap of her dress.

I was still catching my breath from the tension downstairs. Every nerve felt raw and too aware. I hadn't even realized how wound up I'd gotten until we sat again and the air hit my skin--cool and sharp.

That's when Ella twitched.

Just a little.

But I noticed.

A small gasp escaped her lips. She shifted in her seat, like trying to relieve pressure. Her cheeks flushed a slow, blooming pink.

"What was that?" I asked, eyes narrowing.

Alex smirked but didn't answer.

Ella bit her lip.

"Ella," I said softly. "What's going on?"

She turned to me, eyes wide, pupils huge in the low light. Her voice was barely audible.

"I'm wearing... a plug," she whispered.

I blinked, taking a beat to process. "Right now?"

She nodded, trembling just slightly.

"In your...?". She nodded again.

"She's had it in all night," Alex said, casually swirling his drink. "Dinner. Cocktails. Everything."

I looked at Ella. "You've been walking around like this for hours?"

Her breath hitched again--another small, involuntary movement. "Yes."

Alex reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a slim black remote, and clicked something.

Ella's whole body jerked--subtly, but unmistakably.

"Oh my God," I breathed.

"She doesn't know when I'll turn it on," he said, tapping the button again. "Or how long I'll leave it buzzing. Sometimes just a second. Sometimes longer. Sometimes I pretend I've forgotten I even have the remote."

Ella let out a soft whimper and crossed her legs tightly.

"And you just... put up with it?" I asked her, half in awe.

"I love it," she said, voice shaking. "It keeps me in place. Keeps me focused."

Alex clicked again.

This time, she gasped out loud--louder than she meant to. She covered her mouth quickly, eyes darting around the terrace.

A couple nearby looked over, then went back to their conversation.

Ella squirmed, her thighs squeezing together, a tiny whimper leaking from behind her fingers.

I leaned closer. "Does it feel good right now?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Does it ache?"

Another nod. Faster this time.

"Poor thing," I said, starting to smile. "You look like you're about to fall apart."

Ella whimpered again, nodding like she was grateful just to hear it spoken aloud.

I turned to Alex. "How long will you keep it going?"

"As long as I want," he said, eyes fixed on her. "Unless you'd like to try."

He handed me the remote.

I took it, heart pounding.

"Press the top button," he said. "That's the strongest setting."

I hesitated.

Ella's eyes locked on mine. She didn't say anything.

She didn't have to.

I pressed the button.

She shuddered--shoulders jerking forward, jaw clenched, hands digging into her knees as she rocked slightly.

I let it go after a few seconds, but her breathing stayed shallow.

"She's soaked," Alex murmured, casually tasting her on his fingers. "She's been leaking through her panties for the last hour."

Ella hid her face in her hands, but I could see the smile breaking through. She loved this. The exposure. The restraint. The helplessness.

And I loved watching her like this--unraveling at my fingertips.

"She's so easy to control," I whispered.

Alex looked down at her. "Ella. Tell Emma why you wear it when we go out."

She lifted her head slowly, breath still shaky, hands folding neatly in her lap.

"It's a rule," she said, voice soft and obedient. "Any time we go out, I have to wear the plug."

"Why?" Alex prompted.

Her eyes flicked to mine, then back down again.

"So he can remind me," she said. "Remind me who my hole belongs to."

I exhaled--sharply. The words hit deeper than I expected.

She continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even when I'm quiet. Even when I'm dressed up and smiling like everyone else. I still feel it. I always know it's his."

I looked at her then--not with pity, or even shock--but with awe. With heat.

"And that turns you on?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She nodded. "More than anything."

I turned the remote in my hand, thumb hovering again over the button.

"Good," I said.

And I pressed it.

Ella gasped again, more breath than sound, and let her head fall onto my shoulder. Her whole body was vibrating--literally--but still composed. Barely.

Then she looked up at me, eyes glittering, and whispered, "Come to the bathroom with me?"

Alex raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. "Don't take too long," he said, not looking away from the skyline.

Ella just smiled.

We slipped inside, down the dim hallway and into the single-stall restroom. As soon as the door latched behind us, Ella leaned in and kissed me--soft, but electric.

"You're so mean," she whispered, grinning.

I kissed her back, harder. "You love it."

"I do," she whispered. "But I was thinking..."

Her hands moved to the hem of her dress, hiking it up with practiced ease. She turned and bent slightly, just enough for me to see the jewel-like end of the plug between her cheeks.

"What if we gave him a surprise?"

I blinked. "What kind of surprise?"

She looked over her shoulder at me, mischievous. "We switch."

My heart skipped.

"You want me to--"

"Just for a little while," she said, standing and kissing me again. "He won't know. Not until he uses the remote."

It was wild. Stupid. Hot.

"Do it," I said.

She bit her lip, eyes dancing, then turned around and braced her hands on the sink.

I knelt behind her, careful but swift. The plug slid out slowly. She moaned softly as it popped free.

My own heart was racing. I reached under my dress, pulling my panties down with a shaky laugh.

I laughed nervously. "I've never had anything... you know. Back there."

Ella tilted her head, stepping close again. "We'll go slow. I'll help."

Without breaking eye contact, Ella brought the plug to her lips and took the base of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the silicone like it was something far more obscene.

My breath caught. "Ella--"

She pulled it out with a satisfied hum. "Gotta make sure it's wet enough for you, babe."

I was suddenly very aware of how exposed I felt. My dress clung to my thighs. My panties were damp.

She handed me a tissue. "Just pull these down. Lean over the sink."

My heart was hammering now, but I obeyed--slipping out of my panties, folding over the counter, bracing myself.

Ella dropped to her knees behind me. Her hands were soft on my hips, then sliding up to stroke the curve of my ass. "You look so good like this."

I started to laugh nervously, but then her tongue was between my thighs.

"Oh--fuck."

She licked me slowly, deliberately, letting her tongue flick over my clit in gentle strokes. I could feel her nose almost inside of me. "Just relax," she whispered between kisses. "Let your body melt."

And I did. She moved her mouth up to my asshole. My legs loosened, the tension in my lower back easing as her mouth worked me open, her fingers spreading me gently. Every flick of her tongue sent another ripple of warmth through me.

When I was panting and practically dripping, she pulled back just enough.

"Ready?"

I nodded, shaky. "Yeah."

She guided the plug to me, her other hand resting on my lower back. "Breathe in."

I did.

The pressure came slow, gentle--but insistent. I gasped, bracing harder against the sink.

"Almost there," she said softly. "You're doing perfect."

And then it slid past that last bit of resistance and settled inside.

"Oh my God," I breathed.

Ella stood, stroking my back, then kissed my shoulder.

"I feel... full."

"Good full or bad full?"

I straightened slowly, getting used to the sensation. "Good. Weird. But good."

Ella knelt and gathered my panties for me, slipping them back up my legs like she was dressing a doll. I couldn't stop blushing.

"Welcome to the club," she said, grinning.

We checked our makeup, touched up our lip gloss, and headed back to the rooftop like nothing had happened.

Alex looked over as we slid into the booth again.

"Feeling better?" he asked Ella.

She just smiled sweetly. "Much."

He raised the remote without looking, clicked it once.

The vibration lit up inside me like a struck match.

I jumped.

Ella bit her lip to suppress a laugh.

Alex froze, eyes narrowing. He looked from her... to me.

I tried to keep my face neutral. I failed.

"You didn't--" he started.

Ella sipped her drink with exaggerated innocence.

He looked down at the remote. "You did."

He leaned forward, voice low. "Naughty girls."

I tried to look contrite, but I was grinning too hard.

"You have no idea what you've just started," he murmured.

And suddenly, I couldn't wait to find out.

Chapter 6

The cab ride home was quiet in the way only heavy arousal can make a silence feel--charged, brimming, waiting. I sat in the back between them, warm from the drinks, warmer from the low, constant hum inside me. The plug was still in. Every bump in the road made me clench.

I didn't dare look at either of them for too long. I was already flush with heat, dizzy from how close I was to all of this unraveling again. When I felt the buzzing start again I yelped, but turned only to find the two of them making out, seemingly oblivious to me. I ached with a kind of competitive jealousy I'd never felt before.

When we got back to the apartment, Alex dropped his keys on the entryway table without a word and disappeared into the kitchen for water. I stayed in the living room, still unsure what would happen next--what I wanted to happen next.

Ella came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her chin rested lightly on my shoulder.

"You were such a good girl tonight," she murmured, voice low and breathy. "So brave. Letting me plug you in public..."

I laughed softly, eyes closing. "You're not exactly shy either."

"Mmm, no," she said, "but that's different. I'm trained."

She turned me around slowly and leaned in close. "And now I want to watch you get wrecked."

My heart stopped. "What?"

Her grin was wicked. "I want to see him fuck your ass."

My breath caught.

"I want to watch it stretch," she whispered, lips brushing my cheek. "Watch you squirm. Watch you take it."

"Ella--"

"I want to see what your face looks like when he's all the way inside you."

The rush of heat between my legs was immediate. I was too stunned to respond.

She pulled back, reading my expression. "Too much?"

I shook my head slowly. "No. Just... unexpected."

She cupped my face gently. "You can say no. Or not now. Or anything."

But I didn't want to say no.

"I'm... curious," I admitted. "And kind of wrecked already. But I want to."

Ella's smile bloomed into something radiant. "He's going to be so proud of me for helping you give this to him. He's always wanted it."

She kissed me gently--no urgency, just affection--and took my hand to lead me down the hall. Alex was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching us. Calm. Knowing.

"She wants to give you a present," Ella said sweetly, like a child bringing a drawing to show a parent. "And so do I."

Alex stood and came to me. "You're sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

His hands were gentle as he helped me out of my dress, steady as ever. Ella knelt and pulled down my panties, then kissed the curve of my hip. Her hands were everywhere--soothing, grounding, warm.

Alex guided me to the bed and bent me gently over the mattress, hands running up my back. "We'll go slow," he said. "Let's get this plug out first."

I nodded, heart racing.

Ella climbed beside me, stroking my hair. "Breathe, baby. Relax. I'll be right here."

Alex knelt behind me. His hands spread me, and I felt the careful tug as he eased the toy out.

I groaned softly--empty again. Exposed.

Then I felt his tongue.

He licked me slowly, between my cheeks, the flat of his tongue broad and warm and deliberate.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

Ella giggled, kissing my shoulder. "He's thorough."

I moaned again when I felt his fingers--slick, testing, teasing. He worked me open gently, one finger, then two, while Ella stroked my arm and whispered sweet, filthy things in my ear.

"He's going to feel so big," she said. "So deep. And you're going to take it all for us, aren't you?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

When I felt the head of his cock against me, I froze instinctively--but Ella kissed my temple and Alex whispered, "Breathe," and the pressure came slow, deliberate.

And then--

He was in.

Stretching me. Filling me.

I gasped, tears springing to my eyes--not from pain, but from how full, how invaded I felt. How real it was.

He stilled. Let me adjust. Let Ella whisper how proud she was of me.

I couldn't believe it. My friend, my former roommate, my sometimes wingman, was inside me. Deep in my ass. Taking me in a way no one ever had.

And Ella just kept purring. "You're such a gift," she whispered. "Look at you. Letting him use you like this."

Alex began to move--slow, firm strokes. It wasn't anything like the rough, impersonal way he had violated Ella's ass earlier. He was tender, hands delicately sliding down my back massaging. He leaned forward until his chest was pressed into my back, his cock balls deep inside of me, and softly kissed the back of my neck.

I groaned, the sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt. Intense. Overwhelming. Addictive.

Ella slid down the bed to kiss my belly, then lower, fingers teasing my clit as she looked up at me, glowing with pride.

I was past words now. Everything was heat and friction and fullness.

Alex was thrusting deeper now, more certain, more claiming. I could hear the slick sound of it, feel the way my body had given in, had welcomed him. The stretch no longer stung--it thrilled.

Ella kept whispering praise between soft, maddening strokes of her fingers.

"You're so good like this," she said. "So brave. Letting him in. Letting me watch."

I moaned her name. I moaned his. I let it all go.

When Alex came, it wasn't loud. It was low, buried deep in his throat as he pushed in fully and spilled inside me, thick and hot. I gasped at the sensation, clenching instinctively around him, unable to process the intimacy of it.

He pulled out slowly, and I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, face pressed to the sheets, every inch of me open and used.

But Ella wasn't done.

I felt her move behind me, kneeling reverently. Her hands parted me, gentle but sure.

Then her tongue was on me.

I jolted. "Ella--oh--"

She moaned softly like she'd been waiting all night for this. Her tongue moved in slow, worshipful circles. She pressed her lips to me and literally sucked up every drop of Alex's cum from my stretched hole.

"She needs it," Alex said behind me, voice almost amused. "She can't stand to let it go to waste."

Ella didn't answer. She just groaned, tongue dipping deeper, savoring, cleaning me with tender devotion. When she finished, she kissed the back of my thigh.

I whimpered into the mattress, too overwhelmed to move.

I reached for her hand, but discovered she had already moved on to cleaning Alex's cock. His eyes were on me while he patted her head like a pet, his still throbbing cock deep in her throat. He motioned for me over and we kissed.

It was a quiet, messy, perfect moment. "I'm so glad you came to visit us," Alex said with a smile.