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Nothing illuminated the room except for toothy grins and television. The screen displayed Are You Still Watching? in large, white text, but still implied that they had paid the show any mind at all. The show only served as background noise for a tryst.
Nikki only watched the inside of her eyelids as she sat in Jonesy's boxer-clad lap, adorning his lips with giggly kisses. Her arms draped over his bare shoulders; her fingertips ghosted the pillows that propped him upright. One of his hands stroked her shirtless back, while the other palmed her ass over her panties.
She loved spending nights in his bedroom like this. (Perks of moving in with her boyfriend's family before starting university.)
Her lips worked their way to his neck, nipping and kissing the length of it.
He chuckled softly. "Nikki."
(Her name sounded utterly delectable in his mouth.)
She parted from his neck and sat upright to drink in his image. His kissable, lopsided grin and lusty, half-lidded gaze inebriated her.
She chuckled. Time to play with him.
After planting another brief kiss against his lips, she spoke in a tender, sultry tone. "Hey, Jonesy?"
"Yeah?" he replied, his voice as love-drunk as ever.
"I have an idea I wanna run by you." At the raising of his brows, she continued, "I want to try some new shit with you in bed. Don't get me wrong: I'm having a lot of fun with you, but I want to explore some new things, so I was thinking that maybe… we could try having a threesome."
His eyes flung open. "Holy shit, you serious?"
She chuckled. "Mmhmm."
"Whoa. Oh, wow. I never thought that— Wow."
She leaned over. Her lips hovered mere millimeters away from his. "Believe it."
"Wow. Wow. Just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter. Wow."
She'd never seen him so speechless. Her mouth brushed against his as she spoke. "And I know exactly who I want to join in on the action."
His alert gaze asked, "Who?"
"Well, you already know him…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" His eyebrows fell as low as they could, creasing his eyes. He snarled. "Him?!"
She sat upright and kept her expression neutral. (He makes this too easy.) "Yes, him."
Her hand reached for the narrow space between his bed and the wall, fetching an object that had wedged itself between the two. She clutched the object against the black bra she wore.
He squinted at the object in the dim room, then recognition dawned in his eyes. He pouted. "Oh, you're evil."
"Am not." She looked down at the fluffy, stuffed bear she held against her. "I think you, me, and Pawsy would really work well together." Just to further provoke him, she shimmied her shoulders and rubbed the stuffed toy against her boobs. "I can see us going at it all night long."
He sulked.
She snorted and tossed the stuffed animal onto his carpet. "Did you really think I'd be down for an actual threesome?"
His arms crossed over his chest. "Well, you kinda had me fooled."
She stroked the underside of his chin with her thumb. "Aww, poor baby."
He averted his eyes and continued to give her the silent treatment.
She smirked, then kissed his pouty lips, causing him to lose some of his attitude. "Aren't you happy with just one of me?" she asked while grinding her hips in his lap.
He groaned. That half-lidded, I-so-wanna-do-you-right-now look returned to his eyes. "Very."
"So," she began, while running her palm over his bare chest, "show me."