“Door’s still open,” I told her.
We watched another few minutes, all of us growing more aroused as the time passed. Daniel reached between my legs and brushed his hand over my bulge, drawing a tense shiver out of me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, and Sophie turned again, this time to face us completely.
“Is there someplace we can go?” she asked.
Daniel’s hand was warm against my cock, and I reached down to cup Sophie between her legs, finding her hot and wet. Her eyes rolled back, and she grabbed Daniel’s chest for support.
“The room next door is open,” he said.
“Do we have to keep the door open?”
“We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to,” I told her.
She took the lead, dragging me and Daniel away from the scene and into the vacant room next door. The private rooms at Rapture were much as I remembered them. Leather couches, large beds, bondage furniture, and an armoire of toys and supplies to choose from. Daniel was the last in and he closed the door, leaning against it while Sophie looked around.
“What do you want, Sophie?” I finally asked, mostly because I was desperate to get my hands on one or both of them. The rooms were private, but I could still hear the sound of skin against skin from the couple next door, the grunts and thepleasure. I grabbed my cock and adjusted myself, but found no reprieve from the pressure.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, biting her lower lip.
It was interesting to hear how nervous Sophie sounded, because when Daniel or I offered her submission at home, she took it readily. The scope was different, the setting, the promise of it all. I imagined it must be overwhelming for her. I knew I was barely holding on myself. So I took my clothes off, tossed them all onto the couch and let my cock slap against my stomach. She looked at Daniel expectantly, and he followed suit without being told.
“What doyouwant, Finn?” she countered.
“Everything.”
“Do you think you can have it all?”
If she had asked me that six months ago, the answer would have been a resounding no. But standing in that room with the two of them now, I wasn’t so sure.
“Maybe,” I admitted.
“Daniel?” she asked.
“I want you to sit up against the headboard and touch yourself. I want to bend Finn over the foot of the bed and fuck him while we both watch you come.”
I could have collapsed on the spot.
Sophie stripped out of her clothes and tossed everything onto the couch in the pile of what Daniel and I had left behind, then she crawled onto the bed, back arched and ass up, and I had to dig my toes in to stop myself from going to her. Daniel and I stood still while Sophie arranged herself with her back to the wall, feet planted on the mattress and knees bent.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, drawing a slow circle over the swollen bud of her clit.
Daniel grabbed me by the back of the neck, not roughly, but in a way that made it clear he was in charge for the night. Hewalked me to the foot of the bed and left me there, heading next to the armoire for lube. I braced my hands against the bed and stared at Sophie, focused on the way her gaze drifted between me and Daniel, the way her movements faltered when she liked the feel of something too much. She dropped her head against the wall and slid one finger over her folds and precum leaked out of my dick. The need to either taste her or be inside of her was urgent, but that wasn’t what Daniel had asked for, and since he was the first to speak up…
He flattened one hand against the small of my back, teased the other between my ass cheeks before moving lower to grab my balls. My jaw went slack and I gasped, and Sophie leaned closer, chasing the sound.
“What did he do?”
“Grabbed my balls,” I told her, already seeing stars.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
Daniel gave another pull, then returned his fingers upward, teasing wet and soft against my hole. He eased one in, straight to the knuckle on the first try and my chin fell against my chest.
“What now?” Sophie asked.
“He—” Daniel eased his finger out and pushed back in. “He has a finger inside of me.”