PENTHOUSE TRUTH OR DARE
by RILAYAWRITERabout 2 hours ago
•short read•mild intensityThe penthouse smelled like espresso and fabric softener, a weird combination that made Riley grin as she kicked off her heels near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Maya was already sprawled across the massive sectional, her short blond hair sticking up in three directions, blue eyes scanning the room like she was hunting for trouble. Aubrey stood by the wet bar, tall and unhurried, pouring three flutes of champagne. “Truth or Dare,” Maya announced, not asking. “Strip version. Loser of each round removes something.”
Aubrey raised an eyebrow, green eyes flicking to Riley. “You two planned this.” “We absolutely did,” Riley said, settling onto the rug. Her brown eyes met Maya’s, and the familiar electric charge passed between them—the same spark from strip blackjack, from the BDSM studio, from every damn time Maya got that look. “Fine,” Aubrey said, carrying the flutes over. “But I’m warning you, I’m competitive.” Maya grinned. “That’s the point.”
The first few rounds were easy. Riley dared Maya to lick whipped cream off Aubrey’s collarbone. Maya did it slowly, deliberately, her tongue tracing a line that made Aubrey’s breath hitch and Riley’s thighs press together. Aubrey dared Riley to describe the last fantasy she’d had about Maya, and Riley’s cheeks went red as she admitted to the outdoor naked adventure she’d been planning. Maya’s smile turned feral.
Clothes started coming off. Riley lost her blouse first, revealing the lace edge of her bra against 34C breasts that Maya openly stared at. Aubrey unbuttoned her silk shirt with theatrical slowness, and Riley felt her mouth go dry at the sight of Aubrey’s long torso, the curve of her 35C chest in pale green lace.
Maya, somehow, stayed mostly dressed—right up until she lost a dare and had to let Riley blindfold her and kiss a trail from her ear to her navel. Riley took her time, savoring every inch of Maya’s warm skin, the way Maya’s stomach quivered under her lips, the soft sound that escaped when Riley’s teeth grazed her hip. “You’re cheating,” Maya whispered, breathless. “You made the rules,” Riley murmured against her skin.
Aubrey watched from the couch, one hand resting on her own bare thigh, lips parted. When Riley finally pulled the blindfold off, Maya’s eyes were dark and hungry. “My turn,” Maya said. She looked at Aubrey. “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss Riley. But you’re not allowed to touch her with your hands.”
Aubrey’s smile was slow and wicked. She crossed the room, and Riley’s heart hammered as Aubrey leaned in, hands clasped behind her back. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, Aubrey’s lips parting against Riley’s, her tongue teasing. Riley’s hands fisted in the rug to keep from reaching up. Maya watched, her breathing audible in the quiet room. When Aubrey pulled back, her green eyes were glittering. “Your wife is a good kisser.”
“I know,” Maya said, voice rough. She was down to her underwear now, and Riley’s bra was long gone. The three of them were a tangle of bare skin and heat, the game forgotten in favor of wandering hands and slow, exploratory touches.
Maya pulled Riley onto the couch, positioning her so Riley’s back was against Maya’s chest, Maya’s hands sliding up Riley’s stomach to cup her breasts. Aubrey knelt in front of them, pressing kisses to Riley’s inner thighs, working her way up with agonizing patience. Riley’s head fell back against Maya’s shoulder, a moan escaping as Maya’s lips found her neck. This is better than strip blackjack,” Riley managed.
Maya laughed, the sound vibrating through Riley’s spine. “We should invite Aubrey to the BDSM studio sometime.” Aubrey looked up, her smile promising things. “I did agree to be your slave, didn’t I?” The tension built slowly, deliberately, three women exploring with hands and mouths and whispered dares that had nothing to do with losing clothes anymore. By the time they collapsed together on the oversized couch, breathless and tangled, the penthouse windows had fogged over.
Riley traced lazy circles on Maya’s hip. “We’re never playing Monopoly again.” Aubrey laughed, stretching her long limbs. “You two are dangerous.”
“You knew that when you moved in with us,” Maya said, and she pulled them both closer, the three of them drifting into a satisfied, warm haze as the city lights flickered far below.
Aubrey raised an eyebrow, green eyes flicking to Riley. “You two planned this.” “We absolutely did,” Riley said, settling onto the rug. Her brown eyes met Maya’s, and the familiar electric charge passed between them—the same spark from strip blackjack, from the BDSM studio, from every damn time Maya got that look. “Fine,” Aubrey said, carrying the flutes over. “But I’m warning you, I’m competitive.” Maya grinned. “That’s the point.”
The first few rounds were easy. Riley dared Maya to lick whipped cream off Aubrey’s collarbone. Maya did it slowly, deliberately, her tongue tracing a line that made Aubrey’s breath hitch and Riley’s thighs press together. Aubrey dared Riley to describe the last fantasy she’d had about Maya, and Riley’s cheeks went red as she admitted to the outdoor naked adventure she’d been planning. Maya’s smile turned feral.
Clothes started coming off. Riley lost her blouse first, revealing the lace edge of her bra against 34C breasts that Maya openly stared at. Aubrey unbuttoned her silk shirt with theatrical slowness, and Riley felt her mouth go dry at the sight of Aubrey’s long torso, the curve of her 35C chest in pale green lace.
Maya, somehow, stayed mostly dressed—right up until she lost a dare and had to let Riley blindfold her and kiss a trail from her ear to her navel. Riley took her time, savoring every inch of Maya’s warm skin, the way Maya’s stomach quivered under her lips, the soft sound that escaped when Riley’s teeth grazed her hip. “You’re cheating,” Maya whispered, breathless. “You made the rules,” Riley murmured against her skin.
Aubrey watched from the couch, one hand resting on her own bare thigh, lips parted. When Riley finally pulled the blindfold off, Maya’s eyes were dark and hungry. “My turn,” Maya said. She looked at Aubrey. “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss Riley. But you’re not allowed to touch her with your hands.”
Aubrey’s smile was slow and wicked. She crossed the room, and Riley’s heart hammered as Aubrey leaned in, hands clasped behind her back. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, Aubrey’s lips parting against Riley’s, her tongue teasing. Riley’s hands fisted in the rug to keep from reaching up. Maya watched, her breathing audible in the quiet room. When Aubrey pulled back, her green eyes were glittering. “Your wife is a good kisser.”
“I know,” Maya said, voice rough. She was down to her underwear now, and Riley’s bra was long gone. The three of them were a tangle of bare skin and heat, the game forgotten in favor of wandering hands and slow, exploratory touches.
Maya pulled Riley onto the couch, positioning her so Riley’s back was against Maya’s chest, Maya’s hands sliding up Riley’s stomach to cup her breasts. Aubrey knelt in front of them, pressing kisses to Riley’s inner thighs, working her way up with agonizing patience. Riley’s head fell back against Maya’s shoulder, a moan escaping as Maya’s lips found her neck. This is better than strip blackjack,” Riley managed.
Maya laughed, the sound vibrating through Riley’s spine. “We should invite Aubrey to the BDSM studio sometime.” Aubrey looked up, her smile promising things. “I did agree to be your slave, didn’t I?” The tension built slowly, deliberately, three women exploring with hands and mouths and whispered dares that had nothing to do with losing clothes anymore. By the time they collapsed together on the oversized couch, breathless and tangled, the penthouse windows had fogged over.
Riley traced lazy circles on Maya’s hip. “We’re never playing Monopoly again.” Aubrey laughed, stretching her long limbs. “You two are dangerous.”
“You knew that when you moved in with us,” Maya said, and she pulled them both closer, the three of them drifting into a satisfied, warm haze as the city lights flickered far below.