Chapter 8 Threesome Trap (3)

Hailey and I were upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms, the big one with the plush white bed and gold curtains. Downstairs, music thumped through the mansion—some old-school R&B Uncle Ted swore was the best—and I could hear the family laughing, dancing, and talking loud over the beat. Plates clinked, cousins shouted, and someone was definitely spilling wine by now. Up here, though, it was just me and Hailey, sitting on the bed, the air quieter but still buzzing from the night. She was going on about Ryan, her voice all soft and dreamy. “He’s so sweet, Stacy, you don’t even know. Last night, he—” She stopped mid-sentence when the door swung open, and there he was. Ryan. Tall, hot as hell, his black shirt hugging his chest, those hazel eyes glinting like he knew every dirty secret in the room. He didn’t say a word—just walked straight to Hailey, grabbed her face with both hands, and kissed her hard. Their lips smashed together, wet and hungry, her little moan muffled against his mouth. I shifted on the bed, my brown gown riding up my thighs, feeling like I was intruding on something I shouldn’t see. “Uh, I’ll just… leave you two alone,” I mumbled, standing up, my heart thumping fast. But Hailey’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. “No, stay,” she said, her voice low, her eyes locked on mine. Before I could process it, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting like cherry lip gloss and wine, and my whole body froze. What the fuck? Shock hit me first, but then—damn—I liked it. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, slow and teasing, and heat exploded in my chest, my pussy tingling like it had a mind of its own. I was still reeling when I felt Ryan behind me. His hands slid up my hips, rough and sure, lifting my gown in one smooth tug. The silk bunched around my waist, cool air hitting my skin, and then—fuck—he yanked my panties down to my knees. I gasped into Hailey’s kiss as Ryan dropped low, his lips brushing my ass, kissing it soft at first, then harder. His tongue flicked out, tracing the curve, and I moaned, loud and shaky. He didn’t stop—spread me open with his hands and sucked my pussy from behind, his mouth hot and wet, lapping at me like he was starving. “Oh my God,” I choked out, half-shocked, half-lost in it. My legs trembled, my ass pushing back against his face as his tongue worked me, sucking my clit, then diving deep. Hailey pulled back from the kiss, her eyes wide and wild, and darted to the door. Click—she locked it fast, her breathing heavy as she turned back to us. Ryan’s tongue was still buried in my pussy, sucking me so good my knees were shaking, when Hailey came back from locking the door. Her eyes were dark, hungry, like she’d flipped some switch I didn’t even know she had. She stepped close, her hands fast and bold, grabbing the top of my gown and yanking it down. The silk slid off my shoulders, and my tits spilled out, bare and heavy in the cool air. I gasped, but before I could say a word, Hailey’s mouth was on me—her lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard. “Fuck,” I moaned, loud and raw, my head tipping back. Her tongue swirled over my tit, wet and hot, flicking the hard peak while she squeezed the other with her hand, pinching just enough to make me squirm. Down below, Ryan didn’t let up—his mouth worked my pussy like a pro, sucking my clit, then licking deep inside, his hands gripping my ass to hold me steady. I was caught between them, Hailey’s soft lips on my tits, Ryan’s rough tongue in my cunt, and my whole body was on fire. My mind spun, trying to catch up. How the hell are they doing this? Hailey, my perfect little cousin, all engaged and shit, sucking my tits like she’d been dying to taste me. Ryan, her hot-as-fuck fiancé, eating my pussy like it was his last meal. They were supposed to be the happy couple, planning their big day, not… this. Not turning me into their dirty little plaything in some upstairs bedroom while the family danced below. But—God help me—I fucking loved it. Every lick, every suck, every second of their hands and mouths on me. I didn’t care how wrong it was; it felt too damn good to stop. Hailey moaned against my tit, her teeth grazing my nipple, sending a sharp jolt straight to my core. Ryan growled low behind me, his tongue plunging deeper, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks—the softest in the world, like I’d always bragged. My legs wobbled, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps as they worked me over. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t do anything but feel—Hailey’s warm mouth, Ryan’s hot tongue, the insane, filthy pleasure building inside me. Hailey pulled her mouth off my tit with a wet pop, her lips all shiny and red, and stepped back just enough to rip her dress off. No hesitation—she peeled that tight little thing over her head and threw it to the floor, leaving her in just a black thong. Her body was pure curves, glowing in the soft bedroom light, and fuck, she was hot. Then she spun around, grabbed Ryan by the hair, and yanked his face out of my ass. He groaned, his lips dripping with my juices, and she slammed her mouth into his, kissing him hard and sloppy, tasting me all over his tongue. I stood there, chest heaving, my gown bunched around my waist, pussy still pulsing from where he’d sucked me raw. She broke the kiss, eyes blazing, and smirked at me like she owned the whole damn world. “Get on your knees, Stacy,” she said, her voice low and nasty, thick with dirty heat. “Suck my pussy from behind—eat me out like the filthy little slut you are.” My breath caught, but I didn’t fight it. I dropped to my knees, the carpet soft under me, as Hailey turned and bent over the bed, shoving her thong down her thick thighs. Her ass—holy shit, it was a work of art. Bigger than mine, round and juicy, with these sexy stretch marks running across her hips like wild streaks. It was so soft, so thick, jiggling as she spread her legs wide. I grabbed those plump cheeks, squeezing hard, feeling how they spilled over my hands, all warm and smooth. Then I leaned in close, and her pussy hit me with this hot, musky smell—sweet and raw, like honey dipped in lust. My mouth was watering already. I spread her open with my thumbs, her pink folds wet and shining, and went for it. My tongue slid up her slit, slow and teasing, tasting how soaked she was—hot, slick, dripping all over me. She moaned loud, shoving her ass back into my face, and I sucked harder, licking her pussy like I was starving for it. It was so soft down there, so juicy, her thick thighs shaking as I buried my nose in that sexy scent and ate her out. Up top, Hailey grabbed Ryan again, pulling him into another kiss. Their lips smashed together, wet and desperate, tongues tangling as saliva dripped between them—thick, messy strings stretching and snapping with every move. She moaned into his mouth, loud and needy, while I sucked her clit, flicking my tongue fast. “Fuck, Stacy, yes—suck that pussy good,” she gasped, her words half-muffled against Ryan’s lips, spit trailing down her chin. He groaned back, kissing her deeper, their saliva mixing and drawing out in sticky threads as they devoured each other.