FOUR TWENTY-ONES

The Matthews-Hunter penthouse was quiet except for the soft clink of ice in a glass as Isadora swirled her whiskey, the amber liquid catching the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawled beneath them, but no one was looking outside. Not when the real view was the four of them, still flushed from the last round of strip blackjack, their clothes scattered across the plush carpet like the aftermath of a particularly enthusiastic tornado. Maya, ever the instigator, leaned back against the arm of the couch, her bare legs crossed at the ankle, her fingers tracing idle circles around her nipple. She smirked at the others. “You know, I think we got distracted last time. We never actually finished the game.”

Riley, still naked from the last round, rolled her eyes but her lips twitched. “We finished just fine. I’m pretty sure *everyone* walked away satisfied.” She stretched, arching her back, her breasts lifting with the movement. The way her fingers lingered between her thighs as she settled back down wasn’t lost on anyone.

Topanga, who had at least managed to pull on a silky robe—though it was barely tied and slipped open every time she moved—laughed. “Oh, so now we’re keeping score? Because if memory serves, you were the first one naked. Again.” She took a sip of her drink, her eyes flicking over Riley’s body with deliberate slowness.

Isadora set her glass down, her tall frame unfolding as she stood. “Then let’s settle this properly. One more round. Winner takes all.” She reached for the deck of cards on the coffee table, her fingers long and deliberate as she shuffled. The motion made her cami ride up, exposing the flat plane of her stomach, the dark trail leading down to where her thong still clung to her hips.

Maya’s eyes darkened. “And what, exactly, does the winner take?” Isadora’s smirk was all teeth. “Whatever they want.” Riley’s breath hitched. She knew that look. It was the same one Isadora had worn right before she’d pinned Riley to the couch and eaten her out until she couldn’t remember her own name. She shifted, her thighs pressing together. “And the losers?” Topanga’s robe slipped open another inch as she leaned forward, her 36Cs swaying slightly. “Losers get to be the prize.”

Maya didn’t hesitate. She tossed the cards to Isadora. “Deal.” The first hand was slow, deliberate. Isadora dealt with the precision of someone who knew exactly how much she was in control. Maya got a queen and a seven. Riley a ten and a six. Topanga a king and a five. Isadora, of course, had a nine and an ace. “Hit me,” Maya said, her voice rough. Isadora slid another card her way—a four. Maya’s total was twenty-one. She grinned. “Beat that.”

Riley groaned as she took another card—a five. Twenty-one. “Fuck.” Topanga hit, drew a six. Twenty-one. “Well, shit.” Isadora didn’t even flinch. She flipped her hole card—a six. Fifteen. She hit, drew a five. Twenty. She hit again. Another five. Thirty. Bust. She didn’t even look disappointed. “Guess I’m losing a layer.” She didn’t rush. Instead, she untied the straps of her cami one by one, letting the fabric pool at her waist before she shimmied out of it completely. Her breasts were full, her nipples already hard, the dark brown peaks standing out against her skin. She kicked the cami aside, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. The fabric was damp, clinging to her as she peeled it down her legs, stepping out of it with a slow, deliberate motion.

Riley’s mouth went dry. Isadora was *fucking* gorgeous—all long limbs and confident curves, and now she was completely naked, her pussy glistening under the light. She swallowed hard. “Okay, my turn to deal.” The next round was faster. The tension in the room had ratcheted up, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the faint musk of sex still lingering from earlier. Riley dealt this time, her fingers trembling just slightly as she slid cards across the table.

Maya got a jack and a nine. Nineteen. She stayed. Topanga got a seven and an eight. Fifteen. She hit, drew a three. Eighteen. Stayed. Isadora got a ten and a six. Sixteen. Hit. Drew a five. Twenty-one. She smirked. Riley groaned as she flipped her own cards—a queen and a king. Twenty. She hit. Drew an ace. Bust. “Fucking hell.”

Maya chuckled. “Looks like someone’s gotta lose something.” She didn’t wait for Riley to move. Instead, she reached across the table, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Riley’s thong—the only thing she was still wearing—and yanked it down in one smooth motion. Riley gasped as the fabric was torn away, the cool air hitting her already soaked pussy. Maya tossed the thong aside, her eyes dark. “There. Now we’re even.” Riley’s face burned, but she didn’t cover herself. Instead, she spread her legs just a little, letting them all see how wet she was. “Your move, Topanga.”

Topanga’s robe had long since fallen open, and now she shrugged it off completely, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. She was left in just her thong, her 36Cs heavy and swaying slightly as she moved. “Deal again.” This time, Isadora dealt. The cards flew across the table, the tension coiling tighter with each one.

Maya: ace and a nine. Twenty. Stayed. Riley: queen and a seven. Seventeen. Hit. Drew a four. Twenty-one. Topanga: king and a six. Sixteen. Hit. Drew a five. Twenty-one. Isadora: ten and a seven. Seventeen. Hit. Drew a four. Twenty-one. Four of them with twenty-one. Riley groaned. “Fuck, we’re all tied.” Maya’s grin was wicked. “Then we all lose something.” They didn’t need to be told twice. The last scraps of fabric came off in a flurry—Topanga’s thong, Maya’s thong, all of them stripping down until there was nothing left but skin and hunger. The table was forgotten. The cards were forgotten. All that mattered was the heat, the need, the way their bodies seemed to pull toward each other like magnets.

Isadora was the first to move. She stood, her tall frame towering over the others, and then she was on Riley in a flash, pushing her back onto the couch. Riley gasped as Isadora’s mouth crashed onto hers, their tongues tangling, their breasts pressing together. Isadora’s hands were everywhere—cupping Riley’s breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to tease her clit.

Maya didn’t waste time. She crawled onto the couch beside them, her body pressing against Riley’s side. Her mouth found Riley’s nipple, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak as her hand slid down to join Isadora’s, two sets of fingers working Riley’s pussy in slow, deliberate circles. Riley moaned into Isadora’s mouth, her hips bucking up, seeking more. “Fuck, please—”

Topanga knelt on the floor in front of the couch, her hands sliding up Riley’s thighs, pushing them apart. Riley spread willingly, her pussy already dripping, her clit throbbing with need. Topanga didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her tongue dragging through Riley’s folds, lapping at her clit in slow, firm strokes.

Riley cried out, her back arching off the couch. The sensations were overwhelming—Isadora’s mouth on hers, Maya’s tongue on her nipple, Topanga’s tongue on her clit, their fingers teasing, circling, pressing. She was so close already, her body trembling with the need to come.

Isadora pulled back just enough to murmur against Riley’s lips. “Not yet, baby.” Her hand slid down, her fingers joining Topanga’s tongue, sliding inside Riley’s pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot that made Riley see stars. Riley whimpered, her hips bucking up. “Please, I need—” “You’ll get it,” Maya murmured against her skin, her teeth grazing Riley’s nipple. “But not until we say so.”

Topanga’s tongue swirled around Riley’s clit, her fingers sliding in and out of Riley’s pussy in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Riley’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly, but she couldn’t—*wouldn’t*—come until they let her.

Isadora’s free hand slid up to cup Riley’s other breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple as she pinched and rolled it between her fingers. “Such a good girl,” she murmured, her voice a dark purr. “Holding back for us.”

Maya’s hand joined Isadora’s between Riley’s legs, her fingers sliding inside Riley’s pussy alongside Isadora’s. Riley gasped, her hips jerking up as they stretched her, their fingers curling, pressing against that spot inside her that made her toes curl. “Fuck, fuck—” Riley’s voice was a broken gasp. She was so close, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around their fingers. Topanga pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against Riley’s clit. “Come for us, Riley.”

That was all it took. The dam broke, and Riley came with a cry, her body shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her. Her juices gushed over their fingers, her pussy clenching around them as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. She was still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, when Isadora pulled her up, her mouth crashing onto Riley’s again.

Maya didn’t stop. She slid down the couch, her body pressing between Riley’s legs, her tongue replacing Topanga’s. She lapped at Riley’s clit, her fingers sliding inside Riley’s pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot again and again. Riley gasped, her hips bucking up, her body still sensitive, still trembling from her orgasm.

Isadora’s hands were on Riley’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples as she pinched and rolled them between her fingers. Topanga didn’t waste time. She crawled onto the couch beside them, her mouth finding Isadora’s nipple, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak as her hand slid down to join Maya’s between Riley’s legs.

Riley was a mess—her body still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy soaked, her clit throbbing. But she wasn’t done. Not even close. She reached out, her hand finding Topanga’s pussy, her fingers sliding through her folds, teasing her clit. Topanga gasped, her hips rolling forward, her body pressing against Riley’s fingers.

Isadora’s mouth left Riley’s, trailing down her body, her tongue dragging through Riley’s folds, lapping at her clit. Riley cried out, her hips bucking up, her body trembling as pleasure built again. Maya’s fingers joined Isadora’s tongue, sliding inside Riley’s pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot as Isadora’s tongue flicked over her clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna—” Riley’s voice was a broken gasp. She was so close, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around their fingers.

Topanga’s hand joined theirs, her fingers sliding inside Riley’s pussy alongside Maya’s and Isadora’s. Three sets of fingers, three different textures, three different pressures all focused on Riley’s clit, her pussy. Riley came with a scream, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her, her juices gushing over their fingers, dripping down her thighs.

They didn’t stop. Not even for a second. Maya’s mouth was on Riley’s clit, her tongue lapping, her fingers sliding in and out of Riley’s pussy. Isadora’s mouth was on Riley’s nipple, her teeth grazing the hardened peak as her hand slid down to join Maya’s between Riley’s legs. Topanga’s mouth was on Riley’s other nipple, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak as her fingers joined theirs, all three of them working Riley’s pussy, her clit, until Riley was a trembling, sobbing mess, her body wracked with pleasure.

Riley couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed them back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “My turn.” She didn’t waste time. She pushed Maya back onto the couch, her body pressing between Maya’s legs. Maya gasped as Riley’s mouth crashed onto her pussy, her tongue dragging through her folds, lapping at her clit. Isadora and Topanga didn’t hesitate. They moved in behind Riley, their hands sliding over her body, their mouths finding her skin.

Isadora’s mouth was on Riley’s shoulder, her teeth grazing her skin as her hands slid down to cup Riley’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples. Topanga’s mouth was on Riley’s other shoulder, her tongue dragging over her skin as her hand slid down, her fingers sliding through Riley’s folds, teasing her clit.

Maya’s hips bucked up, her body trembling as Riley’s tongue worked her clit, her fingers sliding inside Maya’s pussy. “Fuck, Riley—just like that.” Riley didn’t let up. Her tongue was relentless, her fingers curling, pressing against that sweet spot inside Maya’s pussy. Maya’s body trembled, her hips bucking up, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

She came with a cry, her body shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her, her juices gushing onto Riley’s face, dripping down her chin. Riley didn’t stop. She lapped at Maya’s pussy, her tongue dragging through her folds, her fingers sliding in and out of Maya’s pussy as she rode out her orgasm.

Isadora’s hand slid down, her fingers joining Riley’s between Maya’s legs. Topanga’s mouth left Riley’s shoulder, trailing down her body, her tongue dragging through Riley’s folds, lapping at her clit. Riley gasped, her hips bucking back against Topanga’s mouth, her body trembling as pleasure built again.

Maya’s hand joined theirs, her fingers sliding through Riley’s folds, teasing her clit as Topanga’s tongue worked it. Riley came with a scream, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her, her juices gushing over their fingers, dripping down her thighs.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. Riley panted, her body still humming with pleasure. “Fuck,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “I think we broke the game.” Maya chuckled, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “No, baby. We just *won*.” Topanga laughed, her body warm against theirs. She reached for the deck of cards, still scattered across the table. “Next time, we’re playing strip poker.”

Isadora groaned, but she was smiling. “I think I need a week to recover.” Riley grinned, her body still thrumming with need. “Lucky for you, we’ve got all the time in the world.” She stretched, her body pressing against theirs, her skin slick with sweat. “And a very comfortable couch.” Maya’s hand slid down, her fingers teasing Riley’s clit. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

Riley’s breath hitched. “Good.” She spread her legs, her body open, her pussy glistening, ready for more. “Because neither am I.”