THE NEXT WEEK'S GAME

The Matthews-Hunter penthouse was quiet except for the soft clink of ice in a glass as Isadora swirled her whiskey, her tall frame leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights bled through the sheer curtains, painting her bare skin in shifting hues of gold and amber. She’d lost the last hand—again—and now her skirt pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her bra, stockings, and a smirk. “You’re all cheats,” she declared, though the way her eyes flicked over Maya’s half-naked body betrayed her amusement.

Maya, still in her lace bra and stockings, stretched like a cat on the sofa, her blonde hair fanning out behind her. “Or maybe you’re just bad at this game, Smackle.” She flicked a card between her fingers, the ace of spades catching the light. “Your deal.”

Riley, down to her panties and an unbuttoned shirt that barely contained her breasts, leaned forward to grab the deck. Her brown eyes were dark with something far hungrier than competition. “I’ll deal. But if I win, I get to pick the next game.” Her voice was low, rough, the kind of tone that made Topanga’s thighs press together.

Topanga, who’d somehow managed to keep her blouse and skirt longer than the others, grinned. “Oh? And what game would that be, Riley?” She swirled the last of her champagne, the bubbles popping against the glass. Riley’s lips curled. “Strip chess. But the pieces are… *us*.” Maya barked a laugh. “You’re just mad because I keep winning.” “Or because you keep *not* letting me win,” Riley shot back, dealing the next hand with deliberate slowness, her fingers lingering on each card.

Smackle’s gaze locked onto the way Riley’s shirt gaped open, the swell of her breasts just begging to be touched. She shifted, her thighs sliding together, the ache between them impossible to ignore. “Deal the damn cards, Matthews.” The game resumed, the tension thicker than the humidity outside. Topanga lost the next hand, her blouse finally hitting the floor, leaving her in a sheer white bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hardened nipples. She didn’t even blink. “Your move, Riley.”

Riley’s hand trembled as she flipped her cards—seventeen. She hit. Bust. Her shirt was next, the fabric slipping off her shoulders, her breasts now completely bare, her nipples tight and flushed. Maya’s breath hitched, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Riley didn’t answer, her eyes locked on Maya as she dealt the next hand. The air was electric, every breath, every shift of fabric, every exposed inch of skin ratcheting up the heat.

Smackle lost again. Her bra joined the pile, her breasts spilling free, her dark nipples hard and begging for attention. She didn’t cover herself, didn’t shy away. Instead, she arched her back, letting the cool air tease her skin. “Your turn, Topanga.” Topanga’s skirt was the next to go, her hips swaying as she shimmied out of it, leaving her in nothing but her sheer bra and panties. The fabric was so thin it might as well have been invisible. “I think we’re running out of clothes,” she murmured, her voice husky.

Maya’s gaze dragged over all of them, slow and possessive. “Then I guess we’ll just have to get creative.” She won the next hand—of course she did—and stood, her bra the next to go. Her breasts were full, her nipples dark pink and aching. She crooked a finger at Smackle. “Come here.” Smackle didn’t hesitate. She closed the distance between them, her bare skin brushing against Maya’s. Maya’s hands slid up her body, her thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp. “You’ve been eye-fucking Riley all night,” Maya murmured, her voice a purr. “Think it’s time you *actually* fucked her.”

Riley’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening as she watched them. “Maya—” “Shut up and take your panties off,” Maya ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. Riley’s fingers hooked into the lace, dragging them down her legs, stepping out of them. She was completely bare now, her pussy glistening, her skin flushed. Smackle’s mouth watered. She’d been fantasizing about this since the first game, since the first time she’d seen Riley’s competitive fire turn into something far more primal.

Topanga didn’t waste time. She slid behind Smackle, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples. “You want her, don’t you?” she whispered against Isadora’s ear, her breath hot. She moaned, her head falling back against Topanga’s shoulder. “Fuck yes.” Maya’s grin was wicked. “Then get on your knees.” She sank to the floor, her hands sliding up Riley’s thighs, her mouth already watering. Riley’s skin was hot under her fingers, her muscles trembling as Isadora’s breath ghosted over her pussy. “Fuck,” Riley gasped, her hands tangling in her hair.

Smackle didn’t tease. She dove in, her tongue dragging through Riley’s folds, lapping at her clit in slow, firm strokes. Riley’s taste was intoxicating, her arousal thick and sweet on her tongue. Riley’s hips bucked forward, a broken moan spilling from her lips. “Oh fuck, just like that.” Maya didn’t stay still. She knelt behind, her hands sliding down to cup her ass, her fingers teasing the tight hole between her cheeks. She gasped, her tongue stuttering against Riley’s clit.

“Maya—fuck—” “You like that?” Maya’s voice was a dark chuckle, her fingers pressing just a little harder, circling Isadora’s entrance. “You like the idea of me fucking you while you eat her out?”
Smackle couldn’t answer, not with Riley’s pussy in her mouth, not with Maya’s fingers teasing her ass. She moaned, the vibration making Riley’s legs tremble. Topanga didn’t stay out of it. She knelt beside them, her fingers sliding through Smackle’s folds, teasing her clit. She gasped, pulling back just enough to whimper. “Fuck, I can’t—”

“You *will*,” Maya growled, her fingers pressing harder against her, her other hand sliding down to join Topanga’s between her legs. “And you’ll come when I tell you to.” She Isadora went back to work, her tongue swirling around Riley’s clit, her fingers sliding inside Riley’s pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot that made Riley’s toes curl. Riley’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips bucking against Isadora’s mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—” She came with a cry, her juices gushing onto Isadora’s face, her body shuddering as her orgasm wracked her.

Maya didn’t let her stop. “Keep going,” she ordered, her fingers now sliding inside her pussy, her thumb pressing against her clit. Topanga’s mouth found her nipple, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak as her fingers joined Maya’s between her legs. She was a mess—her body trembling, her pussy soaked, her clit throbbing. But she didn’t stop. She lapped at Riley’s pussy, her tongue dragging through her folds, her fingers sliding in and out of her as Riley rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Maya’s free hand slid down, her fingers joining her between Riley’s legs. Riley gasped, her hips rolling forward, her body pressing against their fingers. “Fuck, I can’t take—” Her voice broke into a moan as Maya’s fingers worked her clit, her pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built. Topanga’s mouth left her nipple, trailing down her body, her tongue dragging through her folds, lapping at her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking forward, her body pressing against Topanga’s mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—” “Not yet,” Maya growled, her fingers pressing deeper into Smackle’s pussy, her thumb pressing harder against her clit. “Not until I say so.” She whimpered, her body trembling with the effort of holding back, her pussy clenching around Maya’s fingers, her clit throbbing under Topanga’s tongue. Riley’s hands found 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.

Maya’s mouth found Riley’s nipple, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak as her free hand slid down to join Riley’s between Topanga’s legs. Topanga’s breath hitched, her body trembling as pleasure built, her pussy soaking their fingers. They were a tangle of limbs, a mess of sweat and arousal, their bodies pressing together, their mouths and hands everywhere at once. Maya’s fingers worked Smackle’s pussy, her clit, her ass, her touch relentless. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight, her pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

“Now,” Maya growled, her voice dark and commanding. “Come for me.” She shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her. She cried out, her juices gushing over their fingers, her body trembling as she came, her tongue still working Riley’s clit, her fingers still sliding in and out of Riley’s pussy. Riley came next, her body shuddering as Maya’s fingers worked her clit, her pussy, her orgasm crashing over her. She cried out, her back arching, her juices gushing over their fingers, her body trembling as pleasure wracked her.

Topanga followed, her body shuddering as Riley’s and Maya’s fingers worked her clit, her pussy, her orgasm crashing over her. She cried out, her hips bucking forward, her body pressing against their fingers, her juices gushing over their hands. Maya was last, her body trembling as Topanga’s mouth found her clit, her tongue dragging over the hardened peak, her fingers sliding in and out of Maya’s pussy. Maya’s orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering, her juices gushing over Topanga’s face, her cry muffled against Riley’s mouth.

They collapsed together in a heap, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The penthouse was a mess—clothes strewn everywhere, the scent of sex thick in the air. Riley panted, her body still humming with pleasure. “Fuck,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “I think we broke the penthouse this time.” Maya chuckled, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “No, baby. We just *christened* it.”

Topanga laughed, her body warm against theirs. She reached for the deck of cards, still scattered across the coffee table. “Next time, we’re playing strip *poker*.” Smackle 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 penthouse floor.”

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.” Maya’s grin was wicked as she positioned herself between Riley’s legs, her tongue already dragging through her folds. Isadora watched, her own arousal building again as she slid behind Maya, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts, her mouth finding the curve of her neck.

Topanga didn’t waste time. She straddled Riley’s face, her pussy already dripping, her thighs trembling as Riley’s tongue dragged through her folds. Riley moaned against her, the vibration making Topanga’s hips buck forward. The penthouse was alive with the sounds of pleasure—moans, gasps, the slick sounds of skin against skin, the scent of arousal thick in the air. They were insatiable, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time, their pleasure building, crashing, building again.

Maya’s tongue worked Riley’s clit, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her other hand reaching back to tangle in Isadora’s hair, to pull her closer, to feel her mouth on her neck, her teeth grazing her skin. Isadora’s hands slid down, her fingers joining Maya’s between Riley’s legs, her thumb pressing against Riley’s clit.

Riley’s tongue worked Topanga’s pussy, her fingers sliding in and out of her, her other hand reaching up to cup Topanga’s breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple. Topanga’s hips rolled forward, her body pressing against Riley’s mouth, her fingers tangling in Riley’s hair, her other hand sliding down to join Riley’s between her legs.

They were a tangle of limbs, a mess of sweat and arousal, their bodies moving together, their pleasure building, their orgasms crashing over them like waves. The penthouse was their playground, their bodies their toys, their pleasure their only goal. And as the sun began to rise, painting the city in hues of gold and pink, they lay together, a tangle of limbs, a mess of sweat and satisfaction, their bodies slick, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Maya’s voice was a purr, her body warm against theirs. “Same time next week?” Riley laughed, her body still humming with pleasure. “Only if we add a spanking rule.” Topanga grinned. “I’ll bring the paddle.”

Smackle groaned, but she was smiling. “I’m in. And as the sun rose higher, they knew one thing for certain—their games were far from over.