THE RILEY BLACKJACK GAME

The Matthews-Hunter penthouse was alive with the kind of energy that only came when the right people, the right drinks, and the right intentions collided. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline like a postcard, but no one was looking outside. Not when the real view was the green felt of the blackjack table, the clink of ice in glasses, and the four women gathered around it, each with their own brand of mischief in their eyes.

Maya Matthews-Hunter leaned back in her chair, her blond hair catching the light as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass. She was already down to her black bra and boyshorts, the ones she’d picked out specifically for nights like this—when the game was less about the cards and more about what happened when you lost them. “You’re all terrible at this,” she declared, grinning as she fanned her cards. “Or maybe I’m just that good.”

Riley, her wife, rolled her brown eyes but couldn’t hide her smirk. She still had her blouse on, though the buttons were straining slightly against her 34C breasts, the fabric clinging just enough to tease. “You’re cheating,” she accused, though they all knew Maya didn’t need to. Luck was a lady tonight, and she was sitting squarely in Maya’s lap.

Topanga, ever the calm presence even with a glass of whiskey in hand and her 36C breasts pressing against the silk of her half-unbuttoned shirt, chuckled. “Or maybe we’re just letting her think she’s winning.” She had the kind of confidence that came from decades of knowing exactly who she was—short, sure of herself, and unafraid to let the game play out however it did. Her brown eyes sparkled with the kind of amusement that said she was already three steps ahead.

Isadora Minkus, tall and regal with her brunette hair cascading over her shoulders, arched a brow. Her 36C chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath as she studied her hand. “I think the real question is, what happens when we’re all naked?” she purred. The question hung in the air, thick with possibility. She’d already lost her blazer, and the cami she wore underneath did little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples.

Maya’s grin widened. “Oh, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” She tapped her fingers on the table, the picture of nonchalance, but the heat in her blue eyes betrayed her. She loved this—the anticipation, the way Riley’s breath hitched just a little when she thought no one was looking, the way Topanga’s gaze lingered just a second too long.

Riley shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together as if she could already feel the phantom touch of fingers, mouths, anything. She’d played this game enough times to know where it was headed, but that didn’t make the buildup any less intoxicating. “You’re all just stalling because you know I’m about to wipe the floor with you,” she said, but the tremor in her voice gave her away.

Topanga laughed, a rich, warm sound. “Bold words for someone still fully dressed.” She set her glass down and leaned forward just enough that the light caught the curve of her cleavage. “But if you’re so confident, let’s raise the stakes. Next hand, loser takes off two items.”

Isadora’s lips curled into a smirk. “Or winner gets to choose what the loser removes.”

Maya’s eyes darkened. “Now that’s a rule I can get behind.” She shuffled the deck with practiced ease, her fingers deft. The cards whispered against each other, a sound that was almost as intoxicating as the tension coiling in the room.

Riley swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her glass. She could feel the weight of their gazes on her, like physical touches. She’d never been one to back down from a challenge, though. “Fine. But when I win, I get to pick what *you* take off.” She pointed at Maya, who merely wagged her brows in response.

The first card was dealt. A queen for Riley. A jack for Topanga. A ten for Isadora. And for Maya, an ace, face up. She smirked. “Looks like the odds are in my favor.”

Isadora’s turn came first. She drew a six, bringing her to sixteen. She hesitated, then drew again—a nine. Bust. She sighed dramatically, but there was no real disappointment in her eyes. Just the thrill of the game. She reached behind her neck and unclasped her bra in one smooth motion, letting it slide down her arms before tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes. Her breasts were full, the nipples dark and already hard, and she didn’t bother to cover herself. “Your move, Riley.”

Riley’s breath hitched. She had sixteen as well. She bit her lip, then drew. A five. Twenty-one. She whooped, pumping her fist in the air. “Yes! Suck on that, Maya.”

Maya just chuckled. “Lucky break.” She flipped her hidden card—a seven. Seventeen. She drew again. A four. Twenty-one. A tie. The rules were simple: in a tie, both had to remove an item. Maya didn’t hesitate. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her boyshorts and shimmied them down her hips, stepping out of them with a flourish. She was left in just her thong.

Riley’s victory felt hollow as she stared at Maya’s nearly naked body. She’d seen it a thousand times, but the way the light played over her skin, the way her thighs looked toned and strong, it still made Riley’s mouth water. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, her fingers clumsy. “Fuck, you’re all impossible.”

Topanga took her turn next, drawing until she hit twenty. Riley, emboldened by her earlier win, drew again—and busted. She groaned, but the sound was half laughter. She stood, unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way and letting it slide off her shoulders. Her 34C breasts were encased in a lace bra, the same deep brown as her eyes, and she could feel the heat of their stares like a caress. She reached behind her to unhook it, but Maya stopped her.

“Uh-uh. Rules are rules. You only have to take off one.” Maya’s voice was low, husky. “But if you *want* to take off more…”

Riley shot her a look, but the challenge in Maya’s eyes was irresistible. She unhooked her bra and let it fall, her breasts spilling free. The air was cool against her nipples, but it was nothing compared to the heat in Topanga’s and Isadora’s eyes. “Happy?”

Maya’s tongue flicked over her lower lip. “Getting there.”

Topanga’s turn came again, and this time, she busted. She didn’t even hesitate. She stood, shimmying out of her skirt and then reaching for the buttons of her shirt. In seconds, she was down to just her thong, her 36C breasts heavy and swaying slightly as she moved. “Your turn, Isadora.”

Isadora had been quiet, but her eyes were dark with hunger. She drew, hit twenty-one, and smirked. “Looks like I’m the only one still dressed.” She stood, her tall frame commanding attention as she slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She was left in just her cami and thong, the fabric of the latter already damp with arousal.

Maya leaned back, spreading her legs just a little. The air was thick, charged, the scent of arousal and whiskey and something primal filling the room. “So. What now?”

Riley’s pussy was throbbing, her clit aching for attention. She’d played this game before, but it had never felt quite like this. Maybe it was the addition of Isadora, her tall, confident presence adding a new layer of heat. Maybe it was the way Topanga’s eyes kept flicking between them all, like she was already imagining how this would play out. Or maybe it was just the fact that they were all so close to being bare, to letting go completely.

Isadora stepped forward, her voice a purr. “Now, I think we skip the formalities.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Riley’s waist, then sliding up to cup one of her breasts. Riley gasped, her back arching into the touch. Isadora’s thumb brushed over her nipple, and Riley’s knees nearly buckled.

Maya didn’t waste the opportunity. She stood, pressing herself against Riley’s back, her hands sliding around to join Isadora’s. Riley was sandwiched between them, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their fingers teased and pinched her nipples, rolled them between their thumbs and forefingers. “Fuck,” Riley gasped, her head falling back against Maya’s shoulder.

Topanga watched for a moment, her own hand sliding between her legs, rubbing at her thong. But she didn’t just want to watch. She stepped forward, her hand replacing Isadora’s on Riley’s breast, squeezing firmly. “You’re so responsive,” she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. “It’s beautiful.”

Isadora’s free hand slid down, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of Riley’s thong. Riley was already wet, her juices coating Isadora’s fingers as she teased her clit. “God, you’re soaked,” Isadora murmured, her breath hot against Riley’s ear.

Maya’s hand joined Isadora’s, two sets of fingers working Riley’s clit in slow, deliberate circles. Riley moaned, her hips bucking forward, seeking more pressure, more friction. “Please,” she begged, though she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. More of this? All of it?

Topanga’s hand left Riley’s breast, sliding down to join the others. Three sets of fingers, three different textures, three different pressures all focused on Riley’s clit. She cried out, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—” Her orgasms hit her like a freight train, her knees giving out as she came hard, her juices gushing over their fingers, dripping down her thighs.

Maya and Isadora caught her, lowering her gently to the plush carpet. Riley was panting, her body still trembling with aftershocks, but she wasn’t done. Not even close. She looked up at them, her eyes dark with need. “More.”

Topanga was the first to oblige. She sank to her knees, her hands sliding up Riley’s thighs, pushing them apart. Riley spread willingly, her pussy glistening and open. Topanga leaned in, her tongue flicking out to drag through Riley’s folds. Riley gasped, her back arching off the floor. “Fuck, Topanga—”

Maya didn’t waste time. She straddled Riley’s face, her pussy hovering just above Riley’s mouth. “Open up, baby,” she commanded, and Riley obeyed, her tongue flicking out to lap at Maya’s dripping cunt. Maya groaned, her hips rolling forward, grinding against Riley’s mouth.

Isadora joined Topanga, her tongue replacing Topanga’s as Topanga moved to suck on Riley’s clit. Riley cried out around Maya’s pussy, the vibrations making Maya moan. “Fuck, just like that,” Maya gasped, her fingers tangling in Riley’s hair.

Topanga’s fingers joined Isadora’s tongue, sliding inside Riley’s pussy, curling to hit that sweet spot that made Riley see stars. Riley’s hips bucked, her moans muffled against Maya’s pussy as pleasure overwhelmed her. She came again, her body shuddering, her juices flooding Topanga’s fingers.

Maya, unable to hold back any longer, ground down harder on Riley’s face, her own orgasm crashing over her. She cried out, her thighs trembling as she came, her juices coating Riley’s chin, dripping down her throat.

Isadora pulled back, her lips glistening with Riley’s arousal. She stood, quickly shedding her cami and panties before straddling Riley’s hips, her pussy hovering over Riley’s. She reached down, her fingers rubbing her clit as she lowered herself onto Riley’s mouth. “Your turn to work,” she purred, and Riley didn’t hesitate. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at Isadora’s clit, her lips wrapping around it to suck gently.

Topanga watched for a moment, her own pussy aching with need. She stood, stripping off her panties before kneeling beside Riley’s head. She guided Riley’s mouth to her pussy, groaning as Riley’s tongue dragged through her folds. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her hips rolling forward.

Maya, still trembling from her orgasm, crawled forward, her mouth finding Isadora’s nipple. She sucked hard, her hand sliding down to join Riley’s, her fingers circling Isadora’s clit as Riley’s tongue worked it. Isadora cried out, her hips bucking as pleasure built. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—” And she did, her body shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her, her juices gushing onto Riley’s face.

Topanga wasn’t far behind. Riley’s tongue was relentless, her fingers digging into Topanga’s hips as she lapped at her clit, sucking and flicking until Topanga was gasping, her body trembling. “Oh God, Riley—yes, yes—” She came with a cry, her pussy flooding Riley’s mouth.

Riley was a mess—covered in their arousal, her own pussy throbbing with need. But she wasn’t done. She looked up at them, her eyes dark with hunger. “I want all of you. Now.”

Maya didn’t need to be told twice. She lay back on the carpet, her legs spread wide. “Come here, baby,” she said to Riley, who crawled forward, positioning herself between Maya’s legs. Riley’s tongue dragged through Maya’s folds, lapping at her clit as Maya moaned, her head falling back.

Isadora and Topanga didn’t waste time. Isadora straddled Maya’s face, her pussy hovering over Maya’s mouth as Maya’s tongue flicked out to meet her. Topanga knelt behind Riley, her hands sliding over Riley’s ass, spreading her cheeks. Riley moaned around Maya’s clit as Topanga’s tongue dragged through her folds, teasing her entrance.

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure—moans, gasps, the wet sounds of tongues and fingers working. Riley’s orgasm hit her first, her body shuddering as Topanga’s tongue flicked over her clit, her fingers sliding inside Riley’s pussy. Riley cried out, her hips bucking back against Topanga’s mouth as she came hard.

Maya wasn’t far behind. Riley’s tongue was relentless, her fingers joining to circle Maya’s clit as she lapped at it. Maya’s back arched off the floor, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her. “Fuck, Riley—yes, just like that—”

Isadora came next, grinding down on Maya’s face as Maya’s tongue worked her clit, her fingers sliding inside Isadora’s pussy. Isadora cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her juices gushing onto Maya’s face.

Topanga was the last, her orgasm hitting her as Riley’s tongue lapped at her clit, her fingers working Topanga’s pussy. Topanga gasped, her hips rolling forward as she came, her body trembling with pleasure.

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. “That was…”

“Incredible,” Isadora finished, her voice just as breathless.

Maya chuckled, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “Told you this was better than cards.”

Topanga laughed, her body warm against theirs. “Next time, we’re adding poker back into the rotation.”

Riley groaned, but she was smiling. “I can’t wait.”

As they lay there, tangled together, the city lights twinkling beyond the windows, there was no doubt in any of their minds that this was only the beginning. The game had been fun, but the real prize was what came after. And if the way their bodies still hummed with need was any indication, they’d be playing again soon. Very soon.