The bar simmered under a hazy amber glow, the air thick with the murmur of voices and the clink of glass. Moira perched on a high stool, her emerald dress fused to her lush curves, every line of her radiating heat. Her red hair tumbled in wild waves down her back, catching the light as she sipped her martini, her full lips brushing the rim with a faint crimson trace. The deep V-neck bared the swell of her breasts, the hem riding high on her pale thighs—she was electric, alive with the thrill of eyes on her. Tonight was her game with Kevin: she’d play the lone spark, and he’d sweep in later to claim her as a stranger. The thought alone had her skin humming, a delicious tension coiling low.

The door swung open, but it wasn’t Kevin. A man—tall, dark-haired, with a jagged grin—cut through the crowd, his gaze pinning her like a hunter. He ordered a whiskey and claimed the stool beside her. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, voice low, rough-edged.

Moira tilted toward him, her scent curling out like a lure. “Not at all,” she murmured, fingers grazing her glass. His name was Daniel, and he came on strong—words like embers, praising her dress, her hair, his stare tracing her body with a slow, searing want. She laughed, let her hair fall, her knee nudge his. As she shifted, her hand brushed his thigh—then higher, grazing the bulge in his trousers. Her breath snagged. He was big, the hard outline pressing back against her touch, and a jolt of heat shot through her. The air between them snapped, pulling her deeper than she’d meant to go.

Then Kevin slipped in. Lean, dark-jacketed, hair a little wild, he clocked her—and Daniel. Instead of closing in, he sank into a shadowed booth, phone in hand. Her screen flared: I’m here. Watching. Her pulse spiked, heat flaring low. She caught his eyes across the room—steady, dark, urging her on.

Daniel’s hand found hers, warm and firm, tracing slow circles on her skin. “You’re trouble,” he said, voice thick, his fingers bold.

“Could be,” she shot back, husky, edging closer until her knee pressed his. The ache between her thighs roared, and she flicked her eyes to Kevin—his jaw was set, gaze locked. The plan had been his move, but this was twisting. She needed his voice.

“Be right back,” she said, slipping off the stool, her walk a slow sway, knowing they both watched. In the bathroom, she locked the door and called Kevin, chest tight.

He picked up fast. “Hey, fire,” he said, low and warm. “You’re killing it out there.”

“Kevin, what’s happening?” she asked, voice shaky. “You were supposed to pick me up—play the stranger. He’s all over me, and—God, I brushed against him, and he’s big. Like, really big.”

A beat of silence, then a rough chuckle. “Yeah? How big?”

“Enough to feel it through his pants,” she said, heat creeping up her neck. “I didn’t mean to, but now I can’t stop thinking about it. What’s your plan here?”

“I was gonna sweep in,” he said, voice dipping lower, “but damn, Moira, seeing you with him—him wanting you, that size—it’s driving me wild. I don’t want it to stop.”

Her heart slammed. “You’re serious? You want me to keep going?”

“Yeah,” he rasped, breath hitching. “I want to see how far you’ll take it. How far can you go with that? I’m right here, soaking it up.”

She gripped the sink, steadying herself. “Kevin, I’m into it—he’s got me burning. But what if it screws us up? I don’t want you hurt.”

“It won’t,” he said, fierce. “I love you, Moira. This isn’t about losing you—it’s you, free, alive. No consequences, no weight. I want you to feel it all, as far as you want—especially with him packing that. I’m hard just hearing it.”

Her breath trembled, want clashing with doubt. “You’re not jealous? No regrets?”

“None,” he growled. “I’m begging you to let go. Enjoy it. I’m with you.”

“Okay,” she whispered, heat surging. “As far as I want?”

“All the way,” he said, voice raw. “Take it, fire.”

She hung up, resolve blazing. She slid her lace panties off, the damp fabric proof of her need, balled them up, and stepped out. Passing Kevin’s booth, she pressed them into his hand, her eyes holding his. His fingers tightened around the soaked lace, his breath catching, and she saw the hunger in him flare.

Back at the bar, she eased onto the stool, a slow smile curving her lips. “Miss me?” she teased, crossing her legs, the dress hiking higher. She glanced at Kevin—her panties were at his nose, his eyes half-shut as he inhaled her scent, raw and unfiltered. Her stomach flipped, desire spiking.

“Too much,” Daniel said, his hand landing on her knee, heavy and warm. His fingers climbed her thigh, finding no barrier, and his grin sharpened. “You’re playing with me,” he murmured, voice dark. Her blood raced as his touch grazed her bare, slick heat. She swallowed a moan, hips tilting into him. Kevin watched, panties still pressed to his face, chest rising fast.

Daniel’s lips brushed her neck, a soft graze deepening into a bite. His fingers found her clit, circling slow and sure, and her breath broke, body swaying. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, voice ragged. He slid two fingers inside, curling deep, and she arched, gripping the bar, a soft sound spilling out. The room melted—sound, light—nothing but the storm rising in her and Kevin’s eyes searing her soul. Daniel kissed her hard, all heat and claim, his tongue sweeping hers as his fingers drove faster. She was unraveling, the edge so close, and Kevin saw it—the flush climbing her chest, the shiver in her thighs.

“Need you somewhere else,” Daniel said, lips brushing hers, his touch relentless.

She flicked her eyes to Kevin—his smirk said go. “Yeah,” she breathed.

They spilled into the parking lot, his arm tight around her, her legs unsteady. Kevin shadowed them, unseen. Daniel pinned her to his car, yanking her dress up, baring her to the night. She burned under his groan, but she wanted more first. She dropped to her knees, pavement biting her skin, and freed him—big, just as she’d felt, thick and heavy in her hand. Her lips closed around him, taking him deep, tongue curling as she sucked with slow, hungry pulls.

Daniel’s hands knotted in her hair, a rough “fuck” tearing from him as she worked him, her mouth slick and eager. She glanced up—Kevin watched, chest heaving, panties back at his nose, lost in her scent.

“You’re unreal,” Daniel growled, hips rocking as she took him to the edge, then eased back, lips wet as she rose. He turned her, pressing her over the hood, and sank into her with one hard thrust. She gasped, nails clawing the metal, her body stretching around his size as he moved—deep, urgent, raw. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her into every stroke, and she met him, pushing back, lost in it. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing tight circles, and the pressure broke—she came hard, a trembling wave, her cry sharp, walls pulsing around him.

He slowed, breath jagged. “I’m close,” he warned, voice strained.

“Inside me,” she said, urgent, turning her head to lock eyes. “Do it.”

He groaned, thrusts turning wild, and then he shattered, spilling into her with a low, guttural sound, heat flooding her as he rode it out. She felt every pulse, her body still quaking.

Daniel pulled back, dazed, muttering something about finding her again before slipping away.

Kevin stepped from the dark, hands cupping her face, kissing her with a fierce, claiming edge, tasting Daniel on her. “You’re mine,” he rasped, voice thick, the soaked panties still in his fist as he pulled her toward their car.

The night air clung to them, heavy with the musk of sex and the sharp bite of gasoline, her body still thrumming from Daniel’s heat. Her dress hung crooked, bunched at her hips, her thighs slick with his cum seeping from her, trailing her own lingering fire. Kevin’s hold on her arm was tight, possessive, as he opened the passenger door.

Moira paused, her hand brushing his chest, voice low and laced with a tease. “Give me my panties back, Kev. I need them.”

He grinned, slow and shadowed, holding them just out of reach. “Not a chance, fire. These are mine now—a souvenir. The first night I watched my wife get fucked like a dirty slut. I’m keeping them.”

Her breath caught, heat spiking at his words—unvarnished, possessive, drenched in desire. She leaned in, lips grazing his ear. “First night, huh? Planning on more?” She pulled back, catching the flicker in his eyes, then smirked. “Well, if you don’t clean me up, I’ll leak him all over the seats. Your call.”

His gaze sharpened, a hungry twist to his lips. “You think I’d let that happen?”

“Prove it,” she said, stepping back. She eyed the car, then shifted, hoisting herself onto the bonnet, the cold metal biting her bare skin. She spread her legs wide, dress shoved to her waist, baring the glistening mess—Daniel’s release sliding down her thighs, her own heat still evident. “You sure you want me like this?” she asked, voice thick, testing him.

Kevin’s jaw tightened, his stare locked on her, raw and reverent. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, stepping between her legs. “You’re everything.”

“Then clean me,” she said, leaning back on her elbows, red hair spilling across the hood like a flame against the dark. “Lick me clean.”

He dropped to his knees, hands claiming her thighs to pull her closer, his breath searing her skin. His tongue started low, sweeping over her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint edge of Daniel’s spill. Moira shuddered, a soft moan slipping free as he traced the slick paths, his mouth eager yet measured. He reached her core, lips brushing her swollen folds, and she arched, the contact sharp and alive after it all.

“God, Kevin,” she gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed deeper, tongue sliding through the mess—her arousal, Daniel’s cum, a tangled heat. He groaned against her, the sound rippling through her.

“You taste like him,” he murmured between strokes, voice rough, edged with something dark and hungry. “So damn good.”

She quaked, thighs tightening around him as he sucked softly at her clit, drawing a jagged cry. “Keep going,” she breathed, head tipping back, stars blurring above. He did—his tongue worked her with a slow, claiming rhythm, wiping every trace of Daniel, stoking her until she was panting, teetering on the edge again.

When he pulled back, his lips glistened, breath uneven. He stood, pulling her into a kiss—deep, messy, sharing the taste. She moaned into him, hands clutching his jacket, the raw thread between them pulling tighter.

“Seats are safe now,” she whispered against his mouth, a sly smile tugging. “Still keeping those panties?”

“Always,” he said, pocketing them, his hand sliding up her thigh. “First night’s just the start, fire. Let’s get home—I’ve got plans.”

She laughed, low and molten, sliding off the bonnet into his arms. The night was theirs, fierce and unbroken, and the heat between them roared on.