Honey and Heat

A note from Red-

I really enjoyed writing this one, I hope you guys enjoy reading it! Feedback is always appreciated, let me know if there's anything you'd like to see from our favourite finally together couple. Love always,

Red

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The lounge bar was soaked in low light and deep bass. Warm amber flickered through cut-glass candles, casting shadows that moved like smoke across the velvet booths and polished marble. Every surface gleamed, including her skin.

Autumn walked ahead of him, hips swaying with deliberate grace, the hem of her black satin dress skimming the top of her thighs. Thin straps kissed her shoulders, and the neckline--if you could even call it that--dipped low enough to make heads turn. She'd done her makeup darker tonight, eyes rimmed in coal, lips a deep, dangerous red.

"Sin", he'd said when she stepped out of the bathroom. That was all.

Now she felt it. The way men looked at her when they thought she was alone. The way women whispered behind their cocktails. But mostly, the way Ryan sat at the bar across the room, one elbow hooked over the back of his chair, drink untouched, gaze like a brand on her skin. They'd agreed on the rules before leaving the apartment. Just for tonight--just once--she'd see how far she could go.

Flirt. Tempt. Tease. With someone else. She was allowed to touch, to laugh, to lean in close. To push it until Ryan gave her the look. The one that meant stop.

But until then? She could be as wicked as she wanted.

Autumn perched on the edge of a velvet loveseat, legs crossed, fingers curled loosely around the stem of her wine glass. Her eyes were on him--always on him--even when she wasn't looking. Ryan hadn't moved from his barstool. He was the picture of ease, but she knew better. His gaze was tracking every inch of her. Every breath. Every shift of her thigh beneath the whisper of satin.

Then, he moved. Just a tilt of his head. Barely perceptible to anyone else in the room, but she felt it like a whisper against her skin. There. Her pulse kicked up. She followed the line of his gaze and saw who he meant--a man seated a few feet away, stylish suit, maybe three or four years older than her, confident in that clean, expensive way. He wasn't watching her yet, but he would.

Ryan's glass touched his lips, but his eyes never left hers. The look was unmistakable. Go.

Autumn uncrossed her legs slowly, deliberately, and stood. Her heels clicked on the marble as she made her way over, heart thudding, arousal laced with adrenaline.

The stranger looked up as she approached. His gaze swept her quickly, appreciatively.

"Hi," she said, voice low and warm.

He smiled. "Hi there."

She let the silence stretch for just a beat, her fingers brushing his table as she leaned slightly forward, lips just parted. "You look like you could use some company."

Behind her, she felt Ryan watching. Felt his approval like heat on the back of her neck.

The stranger chuckled, gestured to the seat beside him. "I won't argue with that."

She sat. Legs crossed again. Just close enough to touch.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder--back to the bar. Ryan held her gaze for a single, slow heartbeat. She gave the faintest nod.

Then turned back to the stranger with a sly smile. "I'd like that."

The man introduced himself as Nathan. Smooth voice. Clean jawline. The kind of confidence that didn't need to fill the silence. Autumn played it sweet--at first. Asked him what he did, leaned in when he answered. Laughed, lightly touched his forearm, adjusted the strap of her dress like it might fall at any second.

She could feel Ryan across the room, drinking her in. He hadn't moved. Not once. Just watched. When Nathan's hand brushed her knee under the table, she didn't flinch. Instead, she let her own hand fall to his thigh. Just lightly. Fingertips gliding over expensive wool, higher than polite.

"You have a really nice smile," she murmured, voice syrup-smooth. "Bet it gets you into trouble."

Nathan chuckled, leaning closer. "You have no idea."

She smiled, tilting her head like a girl with secrets. Her palm slid higher, fingertips teasing the inside of his thigh now. Just pressure. Nothing outrageous. But enough to make him still. To make him wonder. Across the room, Ryan's jaw ticked. He shifted--finally--and set his glass down. Elbow still draped over the back of the barstool, legs spread just a little wider. Relaxed. But his eyes were dark fire. Watching her hand on another man. She could feel him getting off on it.

Nathan said something--flirty, bold--but she barely heard him. Not over the pounding of her pulse. Not over the pull in her stomach when Ryan raised one brow at her. It was a challenge. Push it further. She didn't hesitate. Her hand moved up slowly, deliberately, to the crease where thigh met hip. Not quite over the line--but damn close. Her thumb stroked just once across the seam of Nathan's trousers.

He exhaled sharply, eyes locked on hers. "You're dangerous," he murmured.

Autumn leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "I'm not the one you should be afraid of."

Nathan's brow furrowed slightly--confused--but before he could ask, she glanced over her shoulder again.

Ryan had stood. He was coming toward them now, slow and unhurried, like a lion approaching a meal already half-eaten.

And Autumn? She just sat back, smiled, and waited.

Ryan's presence hit like a drop in pressure--subtle but unmistakable. Autumn didn't turn to look. She didn't need to. She felt him. The warmth of his body behind her. The way the air changed, heavy with command.

Then his hand brushed her shoulder--light, proprietary--and he leaned down, mouth brushing the shell of her ear.

"You look so fucking good with someone else's cock hard under your hand," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, meant only for her. "But don't forget who gets to ruin you."

A shiver rippled down her spine. Then, just like that, he straightened, all cool politeness and charm as he stepped around the table to face Nathan.

"Mind if I join you?"

Nathan blinked, caught off guard. "Uh... sure. Of course."

Ryan slid into the seat beside Autumn, one arm draped lazily along the back of the booth, fingers brushing the bare skin of her shoulder. His other hand reached for the drink the server had just delivered--Autumn's second. He took a sip before passing it to her.

"I'm Ryan," he said easily, flashing that slow, unreadable smile. "I couldn't help noticing how well you two were hitting it off."

Nathan glanced between them, trying to read the dynamic. "Yeah, Autumn's... very charming."

"Oh, I know," Ryan replied, eyes never leaving her. "She has a way of making people feel special."

His fingers slid a little further down her shoulder. Along her arm. Just shy of possessive.

Nathan shifted, smiling, but it was unsure now. Curious.

Ryan leaned in again, this time behind Autumn, lips brushing her hair as he spoke so close she could feel the words against her neck.

"You gonna show him how good you are with your mouth, baby?" he murmured, the words silk-wrapped sin. "Or do I need to remind you who you belong to first?"

Her breath caught. Nathan was still talking. Asking something. But she couldn't hear a damn word. Not with Ryan's voice in her ear and his hand sliding higher up her thigh under the table. He wanted to play. And he was far from done.

Autumn's lips parted around a breath she didn't remember taking. The air between them was thick now, charged like a storm cloud about to split. Ryan's hand stayed on her thigh under the table, fingers curling in--firm enough to remind her, soft enough to tease. He hadn't even looked at her since he whispered those filthy words, but every nerve in her body was tuned to him.

Across the table, Nathan tried to hold onto his swagger. "So, uh... you two know each other?"

Autumn smiled sweetly, tilting her head. "Intimately."

Nathan laughed, uncertain. "Yeah, that was... kind of obvious."

"Oh, we're not hiding it," Ryan said easily, finally turning to look at him. "In fact... we're feeling generous tonight."

His fingers pressed a little deeper into Autumn's thigh. Possessive. Encouraging.

Nathan blinked. "Generous?"

Autumn leaned in toward Nathan now, the warmth in her eyes layered with something else entirely. Her hand slid up his thigh again--higher this time. There was no pretending now. No games. Her touch was slow, deliberate, wicked.

Ryan watched with dark, hungry eyes.

"Would you like to see what I can do with my mouth?" she asked Nathan, her voice a whisper drenched in honey.

Nathan stared, stunned, breathing just a little harder. "Y-Yeah."

Ryan chuckled under his breath, leaning in to whisper again to Autumn, "Make him forget his own name, baby."

Without breaking eye contact with Nathan, she slipped from the booth. Smooth, slow. Dropped to her knees beneath the table. The music pulsed. Glasses clinked. And no one noticed a thing. Except Ryan. He stayed seated, one hand lazily trailing along the rim of his glass, the other brushing the edge of the table. Every so often, he looked down, tracking the movements he couldn't see--but felt. The subtle shifts of Autumn's shoulders. The way Nathan's knuckles whitened against the table.

He was trying to stay composed. Trying--and failing--to hide the way his breath caught, hips twitching forward. Ryan smirked.

"Good girl," he murmured low enough for only her to hear. "That's it. Take him slow."

Nathan exhaled hard. "Jesus--fuck--"

"Language," Ryan said mildly, sipping his drink. "She's sensitive."

Autumn's movements were slow and devastating. Not just showing off--claiming. And every second of it was for Ryan.

She knew he was hard beneath the table. Knew that this was just the beginning. Because when she crawled back into his lap later, flushed and wrecked from the taste of another man, he'd ruin her for real. And Nathan? He had no idea what kind of night he'd just stepped into. He sat slumped against the booth, flushed and blinking, his hand raking through his hair like he was trying to catch up with reality. His mouth moved, but whatever words he tried to form died somewhere between disbelief and arousal.

Autumn slipped back into her seat beside Ryan like she hadn't just undone a stranger with nothing but her mouth. Her eyes were bright. Pupils blown. Lips flushed and slick. Ryan turned to her slowly. Took her in. Then leaned close--his hand sliding under the table again, but this time to her.

"You liked that," he murmured, brushing his fingers up the inside of her thigh, where her own heat was undeniable. "You're soaking."

She bit her lip, barely holding in the whimper. "You told me to show off."

"I told you to tease," he said, voice dark silk. "What you did was hungry."

His fingers reached the edge of her panties--barely there lace--and slid beneath without hesitation. His touch was slow, maddening, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her hips jerk. Nathan didn't see. He was still recovering, leaning back with a dazed grin, eyes half-lidded.

Ryan's other arm rested along the back of the booth, fingers lightly tangled in Autumn's hair, holding her close as he whispered against her jaw.

"You liked tasting him with me watching, didn't you?"

She nodded, mouth open, silent.

"You like being my filthy little plaything in public. Letting everyone think you're sweet when you're desperate to be used."

Her breath hitched. Her thighs trembled.

"You gonna come just from my fingers?" he asked. "Right here, under the table, next to the man you just wrecked with your mouth?"

"Please," she whispered, breath catching, her hand gripping his wrist under the table, anchoring herself to him.

Ryan slid two fingers inside her. Deep. Unforgiving. She gasped--quiet, choked--head dropping forward into his shoulder.

"That's it," he growled, voice low and thick. "Come for me, baby. Right here. Let him hear it. Let him know who you fucking belong to."

She shattered. Silently, but completely--hips twitching, thighs clenching, breath caught in a silent sob as his fingers worked her through it. He held her close, like a lover soothing his girl in public.

No one in the bar had a clue. Except Nathan. Who was suddenly watching them both with parted lips, eyes wide, realizing he was no longer just a lucky stranger. He was part of something dangerous. Something devotional.

Ryan pulled his fingers from her slowly, brought them to his lips, and sucked them clean without breaking eye contact with Nathan.

Then he smiled. "Thank you for sharing her."

The air between the three of them crackled. Nathan sat frozen, uncertain whether to speak, to leave, or to stay exactly where he was in case this dream wasn't done. Autumn was draped across Ryan's side now, legs curled beneath her, cheek pressed against his shoulder as she caught her breath. Her dress was a mess. Her lips kiss-bruised. She looked debauched--and completely at peace.

Ryan ran his fingers through her hair once, slowly. Then turned his gaze back to Nathan.

"You ever been with a woman who's owned by someone else?" he asked, casual, like he was asking about the weather.

Nathan swallowed. "Not exactly."

Ryan smirked. "Good. Because she doesn't belong to you. Not for one second."

Autumn looked up at him through her lashes, still dazed, still shining.

"But," Ryan continued, eyes locked on Nathan, "I am in a generous mood tonight."

He shifted in his seat, slow and deliberate, brushing Autumn's hair from her face.

"You were useful. Got her warmed up. She needed that."

Nathan didn't say a word. He was holding his breath.

Ryan leaned forward, rested his forearms on the table. The smile on his face was calm, unreadable. The steel was in his voice.

"You want to come back to our room?"

Autumn didn't flinch. Didn't question.

She just turned toward Nathan, lips curling like sin. "You'll follow the rules?"

Nathan hesitated. "What are the rules?"

Ryan stood, tugging Autumn up with him. She stumbled slightly, thighs still trembling from what he'd done to her beneath the table. He caught her easily, strong hands guiding her to his side.

"You touch when I say. You stop when I say. She belongs to me, every inch. You're a guest. You understand?"

Nathan nodded quickly, voice hoarse. "Yeah. Yeah, I understand."

Ryan smirked. "Then follow us."

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The hotel room door clicked shut behind them, locking the world out. Muted golden light spilled across the suite, reflecting off polished fixtures and cool glass. Autumn stood between the two men, chest rising and falling, her dress clinging to every curve like it had been painted on.

Ryan let go of her wrist and stepped back, his gaze slow, possessive.

"Show him," he said softly, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed.

Without a word, Autumn turned. She reached for the zipper and tugged it down, letting the satin fall in one smooth motion. It puddled at her heels, and she stepped out, bare except for what Ryan had chosen for her hours ago. Nathan exhaled sharply from the nearby chair. Black mesh bra, little more than thin straps and silver clamps delicately biting her nipples, connected by a fine chain across her chest. Her panties--lace and crotchless--clung to her hips, a teasing frame for what sat between her cheeks: a glint of metal, the jeweled plug catching the light.

"Fuck," Nathan whispered.

Ryan smiled faintly. "She got ready for me. Dressed like that before we even left the apartment. Plugged, clamped, soaking. All because she knew I'd share her tonight."

He looked at Nathan, calm but commanding. "Take off her bra."

Nathan rose slowly, almost reverently, and stepped up to her. His fingers shook as he unclasped the bra, the fabric falling away to leave her breasts fully exposed, nipples swollen, dark, and pinched tight in silver.

He flinched as the chain swayed, delicate but intimidating.

"She likes the bite," Ryan said, watching them. "But go too fast and she'll cry."

Autumn whimpered when the cooler air hit her skin, when the chain moved with the smallest shift of her shoulders.

Ryan stood behind her, reaching around to gently tug the chain. Her back arched instantly, a ragged breath escaping her lips as the clamps pulled taut.

"That ache you're feeling?" he whispered in her ear. "That's me. These are mine, so I get to play with them."

Then, to Nathan: "Now take off her panties."

Nathan dropped to his knees, sliding the lace down slow--hands shaking as he revealed the plug tucked inside her. He sucked in a breath. "Jesus."

"She likes being filled," Ryan said with a low chuckle. "Sometimes I leave it in while I fuck her."

Nathan looked up, completely undone. Ryan just smirked.

"Now," he said, stepping back and unbuckling his belt, "here's what's going to happen."

He circled to the edge of the bed and sat down again, lazy and sure. Autumn stood between them, bare and waiting, her eyes on Ryan like gravity itself pulled her toward him.

"She's going to sit on your face," he told Nathan. "You're going to eat her pretty little cunt like your life depends on it."

Nathan swallowed hard. "Yeah. Okay."

"But listen carefully," Ryan added, voice dropping an octave. "You don't get to kiss her mouth. Ever. That's mine. You don't touch her unless I say. You don't make her come unless I allow it."

"Yes, sir," Nathan said instantly.

Ryan turned to Autumn now. "On the bed, baby. On your knees."

She climbed up, slow and shaking, breasts bouncing with every movement, the clamps tugging and swaying. She was already soaked.

Ryan caught her around the waist as she moved past him, his hand trailing along her hip as he guided her up the bed, positioning her perfectly.

"Face me," he said. "Mouth open."

She turned, lips parting obediently, chest heaving.

Nathan climbed onto the mattress behind her, settling between her thighs, and the moment his mouth found her, her entire body jolted.

A strangled sound escaped her as Ryan gripped her jaw, sliding his cock across her lips.

"Open wider," he growled. "Take me deep. Show him who you belong to."

Her throat relaxed, taking him in inch by inch, mouth stretched around him as he slid deeper.

Below, Nathan moaned into her, his tongue working fast, desperate, as her hips began to rock.

Ryan's grip in her hair tightened, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth with slow, deep thrusts, his eyes locked on hers.

"Look at me," he said. "While he makes you come."

She did. Barely. Her gaze was glassy, overwhelmed, face flushed and wet with tears and spit and lust.

Nathan's hands gripped her thighs as he devoured her, his tongue flicking and circling, mouth suctioning over her clit until her body trembled violently.

Ryan didn't let up. "You feel that? His tongue inside you? Your throat full of me? You're going to come like that. Used from both ends."

Her moan was a strangled cry around him, body convulsing, hips jerking uncontrollably as she shattered.

Ryan held her steady as she came, choking on him, body twitching from Nathan's mouth below and his cock in her throat. Her eyes rolled back. She was gone.

When she went limp, Ryan finally pulled out, gently cradling her face as she gasped for air, her body wrecked and glistening.

He kissed her temple, still holding her close.

"My perfect girl," he murmured, low and rough. "You take it so fucking well."

Autumn lay in the center of the bed, wrecked and beautiful.

Her skin glowed with sweat, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. The silver clamps still bit into her nipples, a wicked reminder of who she belonged to. Her thighs glistened with slick and spit, the plug still tucked snug between her cheeks, a constant ache she'd grown to crave.

Ryan crouched beside her, eyes drinking her in like she was a feast he'd only just begun. He brushed his knuckles over her jaw, and she leaned into the touch automatically, lips parted, eyes barely open. He kissed her softly--once--then turned his attention to Nathan, now shirtless and painfully hard under his pants, at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving.

"You want to fuck her?" Ryan asked casually, like he was offering him a glass of wine.

Nathan swallowed, his voice hoarse. "God, yes."

"Missionary," Ryan said, standing tall, voice tight with control. "I want to watch every second. But hear me now--you're here to serve her. Not yourself. You don't kiss her mouth. You don't make her come until I say. And you do not come. Understood?"

Nathan nodded immediately. "Yes, sir." He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion and kicked them aside.

Ryan's mouth curved slightly. "Good boy."

He stepped back and let Nathan climb onto the bed, crawling between Autumn's legs with hesitant reverence. Autumn blinked up at him, dazed and open, completely surrendered. Nathan lined himself up and pushed in slowly. Her body welcomed him--tight and soaked, already fluttering from the overload of stimulation. She gasped, head rolling back, arms reaching up to grasp the sheets.

Nathan groaned loud. "Jesus... she's... fuck."

Ryan stepped closer, eyes glued to where Nathan's cock disappeared inside her, watching the slow roll of Autumn's hips, the subtle lift of her legs, the way she clamped around him with every inch.

"She's still plugged," Ryan murmured. "You feel that extra pressure? How she squeezes tighter around you?"

Nathan whimpered, buried deep inside her. "Yeah--fuck, she's clenching--"

Ryan chuckled darkly and climbed onto the bed beside her. "She's not even close yet."

In his hand, he held a sleek, curved vibrator--small, powerful, and devastating. He switched it on, the low hum filling the space like a warning bell.

"Keep fucking her. Deep and slow," he commanded Nathan. "I'll take care of the rest."

Nathan obeyed, pulling back and thrusting in again with slow, measured precision. Autumn's breath caught at the shift in angle, the plug inside her adding just enough resistance to make her feel impossibly full.

Ryan spread her thighs wider and pressed the toy to her clit. Autumn screamed. Not from pain--but from sensation so intense it bordered on unbearable. Her hips jerked, her hands flying to grip Ryan's arm as he held the vibrator firm, just slightly off-center, teasing the swollen bud with relentless pressure.

"Feel that?" Ryan asked Nathan, voice rough. "That squeeze? She's close."

Nathan was panting now, eyes wide and locked on Autumn's face. "She's so tight--I can barely move--she's shaking--"

"She's going to come all over you," Ryan said with a twisted kind of pride. "You'll feel it. She'll drench you. Don't you dare stop."

Autumn writhed between them, the clamps tugging with every jolt, her body burning, her moans breaking into high, sobbing sounds as her orgasm built fast and hard.

Ryan leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "You gonna squirt for us, baby?" he whispered. "Soak his cock? Make a fucking mess?"

She whimpered, eyes rolling back, the words pushing her to the edge. Then her whole body locked--every muscle tight--before she shattered. A scream tore from her throat as she came violently, the orgasm ripping through her, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Wet heat gushed from her, spraying across Nathan's cock and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her. She kept coming, riding wave after wave, her body no longer her own.

Nathan gasped. "Oh--fuck--she's--holy shit--" He tried to keep going, hips faltering, on the edge himself.

Ryan sat back, calm and deadly. "Pull out."

Nathan's head snapped up. "What?"

Ryan's voice was ice. "I said pull out. You don't get to come yet."

Nathan's face twisted in frustration, but he obeyed, dragging his slick, throbbing cock from Autumn's spasming body.

His chest was heaving, hands shaking, cock flushed and twitching with denied release. "Please," he said, breathless. "Just--let me--"

Ryan raised a brow. "Did she beg for permission?"

Nathan froze.

Ryan leaned down, kissed Autumn's temple, smoothing hair from her sweat-soaked forehead. "She did what she was told. She made a fucking masterpiece of that bed."

Then he looked at Nathan, gaze cold. "You? You can sit there and remember it."

Nathan sat back on his heels, flushed and trembling, his cock standing angry and red, untouched. Autumn lay boneless on the sheets, still twitching, utterly spent--plug still in, nipples still clamped, body soaked in sweat and release. She was still trembling, breath shallow, body soaked in sweat and slick and satisfaction--but Ryan wasn't done.

He leaned over her, pressing a line of kisses down her throat, across the clamp chain, to the rise of her chest. Each kiss was soft, reverent, in complete contrast to the way she'd just been wrecked.

"You were unbelievable," he whispered against her skin. "Fucking breathtaking. Letting us use you like that. Taking everything we gave you and begging for more."

He kissed her mouth--slow, filthy, lingering--then brushed her hair back as she blinked up at him, dazed and needy. "You want to tell me what that pretty little brain is thinking now, baby?" he murmured, thumb stroking across her damp cheek. "You've earned anything you want."

Her lips curved into a small, wicked smile.

"I want both of you inside me," she breathed. "At the same time. One in my ass, one in my pussy. Want to be stuffed full of both of you."

Ryan stilled.

"I want to feel you in my ass. And Nathan inside my pussy again. I want to be filled--owned."

Ryan's growl was immediate. "Fuck."

Nathan made a desperate sound behind them.

Autumn reached for Ryan's hand, guided it down to the plug still buried inside her. "Take it out," she whispered. "Fill me instead."

Ryan leaned down, kissed her hard, then murmured, "You filthy little dream."

He turned to Nathan, voice sharp with command. "You heard her. You get to come--but not until I do. You stay in sync with me. If she's not squirming by the end of this, you've failed."

Nathan nodded, already moving into position.

Ryan reached between her cheeks and slowly, carefully removed the plug, watching her twitch and whimper from the stretch. "So fucking ready," he murmured, kissing the curve of her ass. "You were made for this."

Then he climbed onto the bed behind her, guiding her onto all fours. Nathan knelt in front of her, eyes wide with awe, cock flushed and slick. Ryan lined himself up behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding the head of his cock to her now-empty hole.

Autumn shivered. "Please--Ryan..."

He pushed in, slow but relentless, until she was fully stuffed. She gasped, back arching, head dropping.

"Jesus," Nathan breathed, watching her expression twist with pleasure. "She's shaking again."

"She's overwhelmed," Ryan growled. "Exactly where she belongs."

He reached beneath her, handed her the still-warm vibrator. "Here. You're in charge of that now. Make yourself squirt again, baby."

She took it with shaky fingers, then flicked it on--pressing it to her clit as both men began to move.

Ryan filled her from behind, slow and deep, dragging out every stretch, every grind. Nathan slid into her soaked, aching core at the same time, and Autumn let out a strangled moan as she was split between them, utterly full, utterly used. The toy buzzed against her clit, the rhythm uneven at first--then deliberate.

Ryan growled above her, fingers digging into her hips. "You feel that, Nathan? How she clenches when I thrust?"

Nathan gasped. "It's--fuck--she's milking me--"

"You don't come," Ryan snapped. "Not yet. Not until I say. You wait for her."

Autumn's moans climbed higher, trembling as the toy sent wave after wave through her. She rocked between them, every thrust pressing her into Nathan's chest, every grind from Ryan pushing her higher.

Her arms gave out, but Ryan caught her by the waist, holding her suspended between them. The toy slipped just right--and she screamed. Ryan felt it before she said a word--her body locking, pulsing around him, slick gushing between her legs.

"Now!" he shouted, slamming deep and grinding hard.

Autumn came with a cry so raw it nearly undid them both--her body convulsing, squirting hard over Nathan's thighs again, soaking everything in reach.

Nathan lost it, spilling inside her with a strangled groan, face buried in her neck.

Ryan followed with a growl, hips bucking, grinding deep into her ass as he emptied himself with a shudder.

They collapsed around her, bodies tangled, breaths ragged, the air thick with heat and sweat and the scent of sex.

Ryan kissed her shoulder, his voice ragged but soft. "You're... everything. My perfect fucking ruin."

Autumn whimpered, still twitching from aftershocks, toy slipping from her fingers, spent and soaked and absolutely wrecked.

Nathan could only stare, chest heaving, mouth open in disbelief.

Ryan chuckled low, one arm wrapping around Autumn as he kissed her temple. "Don't worry, Nathan," he murmured, smug and breathless. "She always does that."

They untangled slowly, their bodies heavy and slick with sweat, hearts still racing in uneven rhythm. Autumn let out a soft, broken sound as she sank into the mattress, completely spent. Her thighs trembled. Her chest was heaving. Her mouth was parted, still red from Ryan's kiss--and use. She stared at the ceiling, utterly ruined, and glowing.

Ryan pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, then slowly eased himself away. "Stay there, baby. Don't move."

Nathan was still seated on the edge of the bed, catching his breath, gaze flicking between them. He looked overwhelmed. Grateful. Humbled.

Ryan met his eyes, expression cool but appreciative. Then, without hesitation, he extended a hand.

"Thank you," he said, voice low and even. "You followed every instruction. She needed that... and you helped give it to her."

Nathan stood and shook his hand, still catching his breath. "Thank you. For trusting me."

Ryan gave a small nod, then turned back to Autumn, brushing his fingers down her spine. "I've got her now."

Nathan grabbed his things, nodded once more, and quietly let himself out, the door clicking softly behind him.

Ryan exhaled. Then turned his full attention back to her. Autumn hadn't moved an inch. Her cheeks were flushed, lashes fluttering closed, the clamp chain still stretched tight across her chest. Her legs had fallen open, her body bare, glistening, and utterly undone. He crouched beside the bed and smoothed damp strands of hair from her forehead.

"You're amazing," he whispered. "So fucking good for me. You gave me everything tonight."

She let out a weak hum of contentment. Ryan kissed her cheek, then slipped away again. She heard the sound of running water a moment later, the faint clink of porcelain as he tested the temperature of the bath. When he returned, he bent over her and lifted her into his arms.

"Come on, angel," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."

She didn't protest--just melted into him, her head resting on his shoulder, arms around his neck. He carried her into the bathroom, lowering her slowly into the steaming bath, the water swirling around her aching limbs.

Her breath caught as the warmth touched sore spots.

"Too hot?" he asked softly.

"No," she whispered. "Perfect."

He reached behind her and carefully unclipped the clamps, one by one. She gasped at the rush of blood as sensation returned, wincing. He kissed her forehead, then her chest, whispering against her skin.

"You were so beautiful like this," he said. "So brave. You gave yourself to us. Completely. And I've never been prouder of you." He held a glass of water to her lips. "Drink."

She obeyed, slow sips at first, then deeper gulps. He kissed her again.

"I'm going to clean up the room. You soak. Rest. I'll be right back."

She nodded, eyes fluttering closed as the bath worked its magic.

In the other room, Ryan moved quickly--stripping the soaked sheets from the bed, tossing towels into the hamper, setting the toy aside to sanitize later. He remade the bed with fresh linens, fluffed the pillows, dimmed the lights.

When he came back, Autumn was dozing lightly, her head tilted to the side, her skin flushed and glowing. He knelt beside the tub again, rolled up his sleeves, and dipped a cloth into the warm water.

"Let me wash you," he murmured.

She nodded sleepily, and he started at her shoulders, gentle and unhurried. The cloth slid over her skin like a caress--down her arms, across her chest, between her legs with slow, reverent care. He kissed her knees, her thighs, her fingers. Everything about him was soft now, tender. Worshipful.

"You were everything tonight," he whispered against her skin. "You're mine. My good girl. My perfect, filthy, beautiful girl."

She smiled faintly through her haze, and his heart swelled. When he finished washing her, he helped her out of the bath, drying her slowly with a thick towel, each stroke of fabric more like a caress than a task. Then he took her hand, guiding her gently to the edge of the bed, where he'd already laid out clothes for her--his clothes.

"Arms up, baby," he murmured.

She lifted her arms, and he slipped one of his soft, oversized T-shirts over her head. It swallowed her frame, the hem brushing her thighs. He bent down, guiding her legs into a pair of his jersey shorts, pulling them up over her hips and gently tying the waistband. She was still too tender to do it herself, and he moved with such reverence, like dressing her was a privilege.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world," he said softly, brushing his knuckles down her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, blinking up at him.

"And don't even think about moving," he added with a soft smirk. "Room service is already on its way. I ordered your favorites--pizza, fries, vanilla milkshake."

Her lips curled into a faint, sleepy smile. "You spoil me."

"I use you. Then I spoil you. It's balance," he teased, kissing the top of her head.

He helped her back into bed, under the freshly made sheets, then climbed in behind her, wrapping himself around her like a shield.

"Sleep," he murmured. "You've earned every second of rest."

And she did--safe in his arms, full of him, wrecked and wrapped in love.