#zyair

"Maybe.” Reaching for a cup of water at the bar, she suddenly found it increasingly difficult to keep eye contact much to both men's visible amusement. “But clearly you have good taste. Both of you do." she said at last, putting her cup down before bringing her hand back to Zyair. "Unfortunately, Terry, you missed all the highlights."

"Oh, I didn’t miss a thing. I saw everything... heard everything," Terry gave Zyair a judgmental look. "You just couldn't hold back, could you? Not that I blame you. Some connections are harder to resist than others." He smiled quietly noticing where her other hand was.

Zyair wiped her lip gloss from the corner of his mouth proudly. He looked at her before returning to Terry's stare. "What can I say? She has a pull." He shrugged unapologetically. "You felt it too. That magnetic thing she does? The way she pulls you in wit’out even tryin’?" His fingers trailed up her arm settling at her elbow. "One minute we just talkin’, and the next..." He brushed her hair away exposing her shoulder just enough for him to plant a soft kiss. Dani shivered squeezing his thigh.

"And you," Terry shifted his eyes back to her. He traced a finger along her jawline watching how she responded to his touch. "Seem to be an angel 'lookin’ to have a good time.' Your words, I believe?" His voice was Honey Jack - smooth yet burning. "Or are you looking for trouble.”

“Depends. What kind of trouble did you have in mind?"

“The kind that comes in pairs and leaves you exhausted…” Circles on the back of her hand grew slower, “craving more when the sun comes up."

Before she could answer, Zyair stroked her elbow turning her attention back on him. "We have a suite at The Grand. Private balcony. City views. If you're interested in continuing this conversation somewhere more... private." He put his hand on her knee, thumb stroking away at her will.

She was living out her deepest fantasy before her eyes. For the entire bar to see. He can’t mean what I think. This is not happening. I mean he is fine…and so is he…and who would know but the three of us? Mike won’t say a word. I know that for a fact. But I don't know them as far as I can throw them. As far as they can throw me. The thoughts crossed her mind briefly before the magnetic pull of desire overwhelmed her caution. Danielle had always been the reserved one in her friend group, the one who kept her wild thoughts private, locked behind those warm brown eyes. She’d had her fun. Her ex’s who’d be interested in things, but the consistency would fizzle out months later. Some thing told her, loudly, that that wouldn’t be the case with these two.

"Your body is speaking loud and clear. I knew you were interested the moment you stopped being able to keep eye contact." Terry kissed her hand again before focusing his attention to her exposed thighs. Zyair stroking her skin. He hummed approvingly. "The way you're moving in your seat tells me everything I need to know about what's going on under that dress." She sat up slightly, incidentally making it slide up more.

"I've never..." she began, then stopped, reconsidering her words. "This isn't somethin’ I've done before."

"We know. That's why we're taking our time. Making sure you're certain."

"No pressure." Zyair added, his eyes meeting Dani’s shifting gaze. "Matta fact, y'all go dance. Get to know each other lil’ better. I'll close out the tab and check on y’all in a bit." He gestured toward the dance floor with a slight nod. He smirked shooting her a look as they got out of their seats. "Aye, Terry bites. You be careful out there."

"And what if I like to bite back?"

Terry finished his drink wrapping his arm over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Then we're goin’ to get along just fine sweetheart."

Tease Me

Zyair watched them disappear into the crowd. They found themselves in a shadowy corner sheltered from curious eyes. Terry’s strong hands settled on her hips easing her close as they found their rhythm. His hands felt good on her skin. They spoke with their eyes for a moment. Swayed to the music. Leaning into him. Arms draped behind his neck. Their faces inches apart. Her lips are just begging for me to…

“So, what is this?” Dani said finally, studying his subtle expressions. “Good cop bad cop?” 

He leaned back to get a good look at her. Repeating what he wasn’t sure if he heard correctly, clearly amused. "Good cop, bad cop?” She nodded twice confirming. He loved when he was underestimated as the “perfect gentleman”. He leaned down, talking into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. His skin felt hot against hers. "No, I wouldn’t say that exactly. However, Zy and I have this little game we like to play." 

"Little game?" Her hand slid down his back quietly pleased with the muscles lying underneath. She pulled away to look up at him. The heat between them building with each movement. They were well past keeping their hands to themselves.

"Mhm. It's quite simple really," Warm fingertips traced slow lines from her shoulder down her exposed back. The sensation made her eyes flutter closed. The drinks were getting to her now. Danielle was feeling bolder. Relaxed. Knowing that no one, unless they were purposely being nosey, could see them was giving her ideas. "You're the saint. Pure, virtuous..." He kissed her shoulder. "And Zy and I are the sinners. Taking turns to see how long it takes for you to give in to temptation." Twirling her around, Terry wrapped his arms around her waist. She pressed her back against his hard chest melting in his arms. The stubble of his goatee brushing against her temple. "We measure success by how many times we can make you sin..." he spoke into her neck. "...and in how many different ways we can make you experience heaven." The words made her shiver. He let out a low laugh before kissing her neck, licking the salt from his lips. Her stifled groan music to his ears. "So, tell me Dani, how long do you think you can resist before you fall from grace?"

She stroked the back of his head pressing her hips back against him. “Do that again.”

“This?” The feeling of his tongue on her neck made her arch back into him. He loved how her body spoke to him already. He could barely keep his eyes off her let alone his mouth. He kissed down the path his tongue made before biting her shoulder lightly. 

“Just like that.” Lost in the moment she looked over at him. The lust in their eyes made it very clear they were thinking the same thing. Why do we still have clothes on right now? She brushed her lips against his. The softest fleeting kiss that drove him crazy. The sensual grind of her curves against his bulge made him move her hair over her shoulder so he could get a better look. Matching her pace left little to the imagination of what it’d be like without these thin layers between them. 

Her voice was steady despite the heat coursing through her. “I've always been good at resisting temptation." She tilted her head enough to look at him. "I think you'll find I can hold out much longer than either of you expect. But keep kissing on me like that any you might get in more trouble than you’re looking for."

Full lips kissed her ear as he leaned down. He sighed but it came out more like a subtle growl that she’d do anything for him again. “I’d say pardon my lips, but you seem to be enjoying them. I’d say I’m not looking for trouble at all but what good who that be for either of us?" His large hands caressed her hips guiding them.

Dani was trying to keep her composure even as her mind raced with vivid, filthy thoughts. It had been months since she broke up with Drew. Months of empty nights and cold sheets. Of unsatisfying attempts to pleasure herself while imagining someone else's hands on her body. Now, with Terry's body so close to hers, licking and kissing on her, his words breaking down her defenses, she could barely remember why she had been holding back at all. 

“You think you got me right where you want me don’t you?” Her body was practically screaming for release, for the sweet oblivion that only came from being thoroughly, completely taken. “We’re just dancing.”

“Mhm just dancing.” He could see Zyair watching them from the bar and kissed on her neck again looking at him. He was playing dirty and he knew it but so was she. She held his hand over her head as she pushed back against him. The ripple of her ass moving under her dress made her so glad she was wearing a thong. “Yeah, you don’t play fair at all do you?”

Danielle looked back at him shooting him a smile shaking her head no. She held her dress down with her free hand teasing him when she looked up to see Zyair staring from the bar. Can he see us? Let me give him something to look at.

Terry hissed rubbing her lower back until his wide palm slide across her curves, massaging them firmly. “That’s fine Dani. Tell me I’m wrong." Fingers splayed possessively across her back. Pulling her into him as he worked his hips thrusting into her slowly. He looked at Zyair with a smile. "The stronger the saint… the sweeter the sinner."

"Do saints usually feel this good? This tempting?” Dani said, looking back at Terry. He stroked his hand down her back, his middle finger sliding down her spine. Other hand stayed where home was. Fingers digging slightly deeper into her hips. His hardness pressed against her. She did her best to memorize every vein. Under each other’s spells. His groaned as she came back up. 

"Not like this." One hand slid up to rest just beneath her breast, his thumb brushing against their fullness. “Not like you.” he turned her around to face him. They looked at each other for a moment. Hungry. Yearning. Well aware of eyes on them. She pulled him closer by his belt loops. He held her by her ass. How soft yet firm she was in his hands. How she spilled out of palms. "This game we're playing... it works both ways. You know he’s watching us."

Danielle looked at Zyair across the room before looking back at Terry. “Then let’s give him a show.” She reached up holding his throat bringing him down to her level. The music didn’t matter. The thin layer of sweat on their skin meant nothing. The tension and temptation were killing them. All of them. She kissed his cheek purposely avoid what they both wanted. “That tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

“Say that again.” He whispered. “Slower.”

Her eyes, half-lidded, met his which were already saying what she was thinking. She held the side of his face. “That tongue of yours… is going to…” His lips her on hers before she could finish. Moaning in each other’s mouths. Liquor on each other’s tongues. More. He wanted to pick her up and pin her against the wall. She wanted him to. Their kiss deepened as she felt him flex. Pick me up. Fuck me against the wall. In front of… She sucked his bottom lip tugging it gently. “You think he’s watching us right now?”

Across the room, Zyair leaned against the bar, his eyes never leaving the pair as they swayed together on the dance floor. He took a slow sip of his whiskey. The low lighting of the club cast shadows across Danielle's curves. Terry's hands explored her body with ease. She’s so fuckin’ sexy. He watched her tilt her head back, exposing her neck for Terry's attention. The fabric of her dress catching the light with each subtle movement of her body. The sight sent heat running through his veins pooling low in his abdomen.

There was something alluring about watching them together. Terry's large frame towering over her. His hands possessive yet gentle as they guided her movements. But it was Danielle who commanded Zyair's attention. The confidence in her stance. The way she pressed herself against Terry. Grinding and pushing back on him. The challenge in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. Zyair put his glass down debating whether to join them. His body urged him forward but something held him back. There’s a certain pleasure in being the observer. In watching the tension build between them from a distance. The anticipation was its own kind of foreplay. He settled back into his seat.

When Terry leaned down to whisper something in her ear, Zyair noticed the way Danielle's lips curved into a slow smile. The subtle arch of her back as she pressed closer. His fingers tightened around his glass. He recognized that look. He had been on the receiving end of it minutes ago. The thought that she might be playing them both sent a thrill through him rather than jealousy. In that moment, Terry pulled her in for a kiss. He couldn't look away if he tried. It wasn't rushed or desperate, it was sensual. The way Terry cradled her face, the way Danielle's fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. Time seemed to slow as their lips moved together; the kiss deepening with an intimacy that was almost too private to witness.

Yet Zyair couldn't pry his eyes away. He held his breath as he watched Danielle melt into Terry's embrace. He could still taste her lipgloss. How her lips felt on his. Her moans in his mouth that made him a little harder. There was something almost beautiful about them together. Almost synchronized. The sight was erotic in a way porn could never be. Danielle turned her head slightly, her eyes finding Zyair's across the room. People moved around between them but everything seemed to slow as she held his stare. With a slow, seductive motion, she raised her index finger curling it into the "come here" gesture that left no room for misinterpretation earlier. I want you. Come get me.

He pushed himself away from the bar slowly, drink in hand, and made his way through the crowd. His eyes never left hers as he approached. Called to her like a man possessed. The air between them seemed to heat up as they got closer. Touch me. Come here baby. When he finally reached them, Danielle turned in Terry's arms to face Zyair fully. Not a word was said. They were already talking with their eyes again. Danielle reached out taking his glass. “Why I always gotta finish your drinks?” She teased before finishing the rest swiftly.

He let out a low groan watching the amber liquid disappear in her mouth. The impression of her lipgloss the only thing left behind. “Maybe I like watchin’ you swallow everythin’ I have.”

She gently placed the glass aside on a nearby table before reaching up to curl her fingers behind his neck, bringing him down to her. Yes. I’ll do it. You can have me. Both of you. “Then give me everything you have.” Their lips met in a slow, exploratory kiss that quickly became more passionate. They groaned in each others' mouths. Liquor never tasted this good ‘till her.

Zyair couldn't hold himself back longer. She's perfect. His hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangling in her braids before tightening into a gentle fist. He used the leverage to tilt her head back slightly, giving him better access as his tongue slid against hers. God, the way he holds me... yes… more please. Danielle's thoughts scattered as Zyair's grip in her hair made her bite his bottom lip. She pressed herself closer, caught between the two men, feeling Terry's solid presence at her back while Zyair consumed her from the front. They’re so different but they both make me feel so good.

Zyair didn't retreat as Danielle turned away from him to face Terry. Her hands reached up to hold Terry's face as she pressed her lips against his, feeling the scratch of his stubble in her palms. Behind her, Zyair's strong arms wrapped around her. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear. "That's it. Show him how soft your lips are." Danielle arched slightly, pushing her ass into him while still kissing Terry deeply. The dual sensation of one's demanding mouth on hers, the other's lips trailing fire down her neck sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She was tangled between them. Exactly where she wanted to be. This is so wrong. Her body betrayed her as she leaned into their touch. But so…good.

"You taste so good," he whispered against her mouth before hungrily going in for more.

"She perfect ain't she?" Zyair's presence behind her was steady and warm, his hardness pressed against her with every slow grind of his hips. His hands slid around to her stomach, brushing dangerously close to the underside of her breasts. Making her moan in Terry's mouth. "Look how she responds to everythin' we do."

Terry broke the kiss just long enough to glance at Zyair over her shoulder, a wicked smirk on his face. "Perfect doesn't begin to cover it," he agreed, his thumb stroking her chin.

Zyair's hands continued their teasing exploration. Fingertips tracing intricate patterns across her skin. Each touch left goosebumps in its wake. Her body hyper-aware of every point of contact. When his thumbs finally brushed her nipples through her dress, she let out a soft gasp.

"You hear that?" Zyair whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "That little sound she make when she want more but don’t know how to ask for it?" His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. "I could listen to those sounds all night. We’ll teach you to use your words like a big girl. Don’t you worry."

"That's our angel." Terry murmured, looking down at her. His thumb gently stroking along her cheekbone. "So beautiful when you're between us like this." He leaned down to place a feather-light kiss at the corner of her mouth, teasing her. "Tell me, angel, how much longer do you think you can handle the temptation? How long have you been dreaming of something like this?"

Danielle's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing as she found herself pinned by Terry's intense gaze. "I..." she stammered, the words gone in the wind as Zyair's fingers continued their mind-numbing exploration across her skin. 

"Don't be shy now," Terry encouraged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "We've seen the way you look at us. The way you breathe harder when we both get close." His thumb traced the outline of her bottom lip, pressing slightly. "The way you bite this pretty lip when you think we aren't paying attention."

Zyair laughed, the sound vibrating through her back. "And the way you can’t stop showing us the dimple when you smile," he added, biting then sucking on her neck, restraining himself enough to not leave a hickey, "like right now." His hands slid up to cup her breasts fully, thumbs circling over the thin fabric covering her hardening nipples. Making her gasp louder. The music drowning her out. "Pushing this soft ass back on us. You like what you feel mama?"

Danielle held back a moan desperately holding on to Terry’s shirt. He held her cheeks trying to pry the moan out of her. “Oh no, now love, don’t try to keep all those pretty sounds to yourself.”

"Look at her," Zyair said to Terry, "Already shaking and we haven’t even taken her clothes off yet." His teeth grazed the curve where her neck met her shoulder, melting further.

Terry cradled her chin in his hand. "I bet she tastes as sweet as she sounds," he murmured. Danielle held her breath as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers.

"Why don't we find out?" Zyair grinned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips firmly. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, damn near branding her skin. He teased her inner thighs. Fingers brushing against her underwear.

Dani instinctively squeezed her legs together, a reflexive attempt to contain the growing heat between her legs. But the pressure only intensified the sensation, making her acutely aware of how wet she'd become. “You think I’d sin for you that easily? Not here. Not yet.”

One of her hands slid over Zyair’s bringing it back up to her chest. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he increased the pressure. His strong hand kneading her sensitive flesh. “You’re right. It’s your night. We’ll take it as slow as you want us to.” He breathed in her nape of her shoulder before retracting his hands from her finally, nodding approvingly. “Our saint won’t sin that easy.” 

"You both think you have me all figured out, don't you?" Despite her attempt at defiance, her voice trembled with unmistakable desire. She took the time to fix her dress and catch her breath. Looking around to see if anyone had taken in the scene happening a mere twelve inches away.

"Not figured out, angel. Just appreciated." Terry looked at her with thoughtful eyes. "Every little sound, every shiver..."

"Every secret fantasy," Zyair added, hugging her from behind. His embrace was greedy but as if he was scared. As if he’d open his eyes and she’d be gone. She wrapped her arms over his interlacing their fingers. "The ones you don't tell anyone about."

Terry kissed her temple. His lips speaking into her. "Like how you've imagined us taking turns with you, or maybe, not taking turns at all."

She hummed closing her eyes for a moment. The thought of them both naked, lips on either side of her neck, their hands claiming her however they pleased. She let out a shallow breath.

"There it is," Zyair sung softly against her ear, having felt the full-body shudder that ran through her. "That's what you really want huh? Both of us, at the same time, making you forget your own name."

"Can I make you both a promise as long as you guys promise me something in return?" Danielle asked, her voice honeyed but firm. Her eyes flicked between them, suddenly emboldened despite being surrounded. They were both caught off guard. A foolish mistake to make with Danielle they’d learn. "I promise my hips move just as slow and sexy when I’m on top." She reached back to touch Zyair's face. She arched back into him making sure to grind torturously slow again his hard length while keeping her other hand on Terry's belt. "But you have to promise me that you’ll choke me and look in my eyes just like that when you’re cummin’ later. You can do that for me, right Terry?"

Before he could form a coherent response, she gracefully spun away from them. "Guys I'm gonna go to the bathroom realquick," she said, her voice playful and innocent. "Don't go anywhere." As she walked away, she felt their eyes following her, she added a little extra sway in her hips to give them something to think about while she was gone.

In the bathroom, Danielle leaned against the sink holding both sides of it for dear life. Her heart racing as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Oh my god. Oh my god. What the fuck was that?! Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes bright with excitement and a hint of nervousness. That was so – oh my god someone had to of seen us! They had to. Yeah, we gotta get outta here. She quickly used the bathroom and washed her hands. Was she really about to do this? Two men at once—strangers she'd just met. What would her friends say? What would the people at the office think? She'd never been this bold before. She took a deep breath, reapplied her lip gloss, and adjusted her dress. The woman staring back at her looked confident, desirable, in control. "You got this," she whispered to herself, running her fingers through her hair. "Tonight is about what you want." With newfound determination, she headed back to the dance floor, curious to see if Terry and Zyair had kept their promise to wait for her.

When Danielle disappeared into the bathroom, Terry and Zyair exchanged knowing glances. "Fuck," Terry exhaled, adjusting his stance slightly to accommodate the persistent tightness in his pants. "She's something else. That mouth on her..." He shook his head appreciatively. “I didn’t think she’d let us do that.”

“Me either. She’s full of surprises.” Zyair nodded, his eyes still fixed on the direction Danielle had walked. "I knew she'd be special the moment I saw her. Her confidence? The way she handles herself?" He let out a low whistle. "She's not just playin’ along—she's runnin’ the show and I don’t even think she know it."

"And I'm perfectly fine with that," Terry nodded. "You heard what she said to me? About choking her while lookin’ in her eyes?" He ran a hand over his low-cut hair. "She’s the type of nasty that’s right up our alley."

Zyair leaned against the wall, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "So, how do you want to play this? If she's down for both of us tonight..."

"We follow her lead," he replied without hesitation. "But I want to take her back to your place, not the hotel. Your studio has more... opportunities." He gestured vaguely with his hand. "More space, more privacy."

A slow smile spread across Zyair's face as he understood what Terry was getting at. "The mirrors in the studio."

He confirmed with a nod. "She seems to me as someone who'd appreciate watching herself... watching us." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "I want her to see everything we do to her. Every reaction, every expression."

Zyair rubbed his beard. "I've got those silk ropes from that art show last month. Black and red. Could be interesting if she's into that."

"Just don't get too caught up playing artist," Terry warned with a smirk. "Remember what happened with Simone? You spent more time arranging her than actually touching her."

He laughed, shoving Terry's shoulder playfully. "That was different. Simone was a literal model. Danielle..." His expression changed, becoming more intense. "She deserves our full attention. No distractions."

"Agreed," Terry nodded, his eyes darkening with anticipation. "And I want to taste her first. From the way she moves, I bet she tastes sweet with just the right amount of—"

"She's coming back," he interrupted, straightening as he spotted Danielle making her way through the crowd.

Terry followed his gaze, admiring the way she moved with natural grace and purpose. "Remember, we take it at her pace. No rushing, no pressure."

"Of course," he agreed, adjusting his jeans. "But something tells me she's not looking to waste time tonight. We play it safe. Hotel."

Both men fell silent as Danielle approached, her lips freshly glossed and her eyes sparkling with renewed confidence. She smiled as she walked towards them braids swaying gently against her back. She paused, allowing her gaze to drift slowly from one man to the other, savoring the way they watched her every move. "Handsome and ya'll listen to commands," she purred, her voice a silky blend of authority and playfulness. She ran a finger down one man’s chest then the other. "You sit. You stay. Such good boys." 

They exchanged glances then turned to her with matching grins. The shared thought between them was clear: Who the fuck does she think she's talking to? Terry chuckled, both amused and intrigued by her boldness. Zyair's expression showed the same mix of surprise and heightened interest, his intense gaze never leaving her face. She responded with a laugh of her own. Something about her effortlessly commanded their attention, subtly shifting the power balance with just a few well-chosen words. Though neither man was used to such directness, it was clear they were both enjoying this unexpected challenge.

"It seems we have a talker. We love a talker, don't we?" Terry said, leaning against the wall. 

"We do." Zyair nodded slowly. "Keep talkin' big girl. See where that mouth gets you."

"I'd love to see just how far this mouth gets me tonight." she walked up to Terry looking at his lips then his eyes. "You both already got a taste of that didn't you?" He nodded slowly pulling her towards him by her fingers until she was close enough to wrap his arms around. “Let’s get out of here.” She insisted, rubbing Zyair’s arm. “I want you. And you. But not here.”

Zyair pulled out his phone, sending a few quick messages. "Our ride is already outside. We have a driver."

"A driver? Lead the way."

Terry kissed her forehead. His hand found the small of her back as they headed toward the exit. "Let's see just how much trouble you can handle."

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