Checkmate

Lilja and Andy hunched over the chessboard, all laughter and focused silence. I sat there restless, ignored. So I slid my hand across the table and knocked over their pieces. Lilja looked up first, half-annoyed, half-curious. I leaned in and kissed her, slow, wet, deliberate. Andy watched us, breath catching. Within seconds the board was on the floor and I had Andy’s mouth on my neck while Lilja’s fingers slipped under my skirt. We tasted each other in turns—Lilja’s tongue on my clit, Andy’s cock sliding between our open mouths, hands everywhere. No rules left, just skin, heat, and the three of us tangled until every last move felt right.