Page 18 of Three of Hearts

He returned moments later with a couple tubes of prerolls labeled Dr. Malcolm's special, a lighter, and an ashtray. He had been smoking a lot more lately after finding a dispensary he liked in Atlanta.

"You went to Dr. Malcolm's? That's my plug and my homegirl's husband."

"Oh word? The world keeps getting smaller and smaller. Yeah, I met him my first visit. Cool dude. He's been hooking me up every time I'm down there now."

Q lit the joint, taking a deep inhale. There was something so erotic about a man lighting whatever he was smoking—the way his lips curled and forearm flexed. The way it always looked intimate and never ceased to get me wet.

"Alright, next round," he said, passing it to Nikki.

Me: Jack of Clubs

Nikki: Three of Clubs

Q: Seven of Clubs

"Q… confession time," I said.

He smirked before answering. "I still think about the way y'all taste mixed together."

"Mmm," Nikki and I hummed in unison. I looked over at her as she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, eyes lost in the memory of it all. I was too, wanting nothing more than to taste us again as we flipped our cards for the next round.

Me: Three of Hearts

Nikki: King of Diamonds

Q: Five of Spades

"Lucky me!" I said, tapping my chin, thinking of a request for each category. "Physical act… Nikki, I've been dying for a kiss," I said, tilting her chin up to me. She smiled against my lips as our mouths pressed together, soft and warm. Every one of my senses reacted to her—the taste of weed and mint from the gum she was chewing intoxicating. She disconnected from me to inhale a puff, then blew it into my mouth before pressing into me again, hungrier this time. Our tongues got lost in the rhythm of the kiss, sliding and tangling in our greedy mouths. After a moment, we heard1st Positionby Kehlani start playing, and both looked to Q, who was biting his bottom lip, his lustful eyes glued on us.

"Fuck this game. Don't stop," he said.

"I wanna hear her other requests," Nikki said, kissing along my jawline and down my neck.

"Nikki, give me a confession," I breathed, fighting to keep control of myself.

"I'm so wet right now," she said, kissing along my collarbone.

"Personal question… are you on birth control?" I hissed as she slid her hand under my top.

"I got an IUD six months ago," she replied, lifting my shirt over my head.

"A favor… can I watch Q fuck you?"

In a chaotic rush, clothes flew off, and Q was behind Nikki staring down at me. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back against his chest while I watched his other hand snake between her legs, beginning to tease her clit with slow, deliberate circles. I was happy to be the one nursing the blunt while I enjoyed the show.

"Before I fuck you, I need you to understand that once I slide inside you, that shit is mine… ours. You understand?" he said against her ear.

"Yesss," she moaned, squirming against him.

"I also need you to understand that I'm not about to be gentle since you kept this pussy away from us for so long and I feel some type of way about it. You good with that?" She nodded, unable to speak, and I immediately knew she fucked up. He slapped her ass hard and pulled her hair tighter.

"Use your words, big girl."

"Yessss. Yesss, I'm good with that," she breathed hard.

He pushed her down into me, his hand pressing against her back to arch it just right. I recognized the moment he pushed inside her—her mouth falling open, her eyes shutting tight, a sharp inhale catching in her throat. I knew the feeling well. I also knew he was about to punish her. I wrapped my hand snug around her throat to help him out because I shared in the same sentiment of feeling some type of way that she kept herself from us for so long. She steadied herself with both hands on either side of me as he drove his punishing strokes into her, each thrust jolting her forward, making her gasp against my palm. It was the first time in my life I'd ever been jealous of a man. I wished I had a dick to cause the faces Nikki was making. Maybe that was the weed talking, but as I inhaled another puff, I imagined what that would feel like. To experience the warm tightness of her wet pussy, which was dripping because of me. How powerful that would feel—to know I'm the reason her body was reacting the way it was. I found solace in knowing I was at least contributing to her arousal. Lying underneath her, watching was the next best thing. She looked beautiful being dominated by my sexy asshusband. I knew if all else failed in any of our respective careers, we'd have a bag waiting if we ever decided to do OnlyFans.

"Does she feel as good as you imagined, baby?" I asked Quincy, who hadn't taken his eyes off me.