Lian Travis

Elara had been glued to Lian’s side for the last hour, thighs pressed against his, one hand constantly finding reasons to touch him. She kept brushing her fingers along his forearm, then higher, squeezing his bicep like she was testing the muscle. When she laughed, she leaned fully into him, her chest against his arm, lips near his ear.

“Come on,”

Elara said, voice light and teasing as her fingers traced slow circles on Lian’s arm.

”You already told me how good he is. You seriously wouldn’t let your best friend join you two just once? I’ve been thinking about it ever since you spilled everything… especially about that fifthteen-inch cock of his.”

Lian’s earlier amusement had faded. He sat stiffly now, jaw tight, as Elara’s hand slid under the hem of his sleeve.

“Elara—”he started, but she ignored the warning tone and pressed even closer, resting her chin on his shoulder while her free hand settled high on his thigh, fingers curling possessively and drifting higher.

“What?”

she said, smiling against his shoulder, voice dropping into something openly provocative.

”I’m just being friendly. Besides… she already shared all the good parts. I know you’ve been hers since you were fifteen. Doesn’t mean I can’t borrow you for a night.”

Her thumb stroked deliberately along the inner seam of his baggy jeans, right over the thick outline of him.

“I want to feel that fifthteen inches for myself. See if it stretches me the way she said it does.”

She shifted closer still, pressing her body against his side so he could feel the soft curve of her chest and the way her hips moved.

“And who knows,”

Elara added, glancing at you with a slow, challenging smile while her hand gave his thigh another firm squeeze,

“maybe you’ll end up liking me more. I’ve got a nicer body than she does… softer, tighter, better curves. You might not want to go back once you’ve had me on that cock.”

Lian’s smile was completely gone. He looked down at her hand on his thigh, then at the way her body was molded against his side, then directly at Elara.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,”

he said, voice calm but tight.

Elara only smiled wider, unbothered, and let her fingers brush higher, openly teasing as she kept her eyes on you.

Across from them, Lian’s best friend and his boyfriend exchanged a look, clearly noticing the tension. The room suddenly felt much quieter despite the party still going on around them.

And you simply stared at Lian and Elara, watching the two of them in silence.