Home. There it was again, that innocuous word that seemed to have so much power to make her heart twist around itself. This could be home, she thought, and she let it hover for a moment, let herself feel how it could be if she let it sink in, let it stay.

Suddenly, all she wanted was to be alone with them both. “Let’s go,” she said, and before she could take another breath, he was leading her off the dance floor. Callum caught his eye, and motioned for the waitress.

Almost as soon as they were in the cab Adam plunged his hands into Amelia’s hair, turning her head towards him, his mouth was on hers, tongue delving between the seam of her lips. She could taste wine, the lemon, and salt. He devoured her, his fingers pressing against her scalp, a deep groan rumbling in his throat as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. She felt Callum’s hands on her waist, his mouth on the back of her neck, his lips a gentle echo of Adam’s. His forehead was pressed against the back of Adam’s hands, the tip of his tongue drifting down her nape, and she felt her skin prickle from hairline to toes, her whole body caught up in a rush of heat. His mouth trailed down the curvature of her neck, over the line of her shoulder, and he kissed her there, a soft moan vibrating against her skin.

Amelia saw the cab driver look over his shoulder, saw his eyes widen at the sight of her caught between the two men, but she was past caring. Adam’s mouth was on her jaw, her throat, his hand still knotted in her hair, and it was taking the last shred of control she had not to throw her leg over him, unbutton his pants, and sink down onto him. Her hand slid to his thigh, and he grabbed her palm, placing it squarely over the hard ridge of his cock, straining against the fabric of his slacks. “God, Amelia,” he groaned. “I want you so much.”

She felt Callum’s hand begin to slide up the inside of one thigh as Adam’s began to slide up the other. Their hands met at the top of her leg. All Amelia could think about in that moment was the hands under her dress, one broad and rough, one slender and smooth, and how much she wanted them to go further.

Adam’s mouth was on hers again, gentler this time, tracing her lip with his tongue, and at the same time she felt Callum’s long fingers slip beneath the silk of her panties, dipping into the place where she was wet, and hot, and aching. One long finger touched her clit, ever so gently, rubbing in a slow circle, and Amelia gasped, and she was suddenly beyond caring what the cab driver thought.

Adam’s fingers were now there, too, and he kept kissing her, muffling the small whimpers that were beginning to come from her with his mouth, and his broad, roughened fingertip, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit as Callum’s fingers slid into her, slowly, curling as they did so, and her whole body was suddenly awash with pleasure, the heat of it knotting in her belly and suffusing through her, and she could no longer think about anything but the mouth on hers and the hands between her legs and how very, very close she was to the edge. Callum was leaning against her, and she could feel how hard he was, pressed against her ass, and she could feel Adam’s cock beneath her hand, only the fabric of his slacks between her and his thick, velvety length.

She could feel the cab beginning to slow and hoped it was just for a red light. She was so close, so very, very close. The hands between her legs were moving faster, rubbing and circling and thrusting, and she was almost there, any second now. Callum’s index finger curled against her, and then it happened. Heat and pleasure and tension that made her whole body contract and then let go in an indescribable rush. She would have moaned, or even screamed if Adam hadn’t been covering her mouth with his.

The cab came to a stop.

“Is everything alright?” the cab driver asked.

“Yes,” Amelia said, surprised she was able to find her voice at all. “Just a little too much to drink. Thanks.” Adam handed over the cab fare plus a generous tip, and the three of them tumbled out into onto the sidewalk.

They were hardly inside before Callum turned and pushed Amelia up against the closed door, his body angling close to hers as he grabbed her waist and kissed her. She gasped with surprise—it was usually Adam who was the rougher of the two—but she could feel that Callum was more turned on than he’d ever been. “Amelia,” he whispered against her mouth, pressing his hips against hers, and then he spun her around so that she was facing the door, reaching for the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly, tracing the skin of her back with the fingers of his free hand as it was exposed, and then he leaned forward, tracing that same expanse with his mouth. His hands passed over the curve of her ass, pressing against her so that she could feel how hard he was. “I want to fuck you,” he murmured, his fingers gripping her hips. “Right now. I want you just like this.”

It was as if she hadn’t just had the best orgasm of her life moments ago in the back of the cab. She was aching all over again, and all she could do was nod wordlessly, pushing her ass against him. “Yes,” she finally managed to moan, the wood of the door feeling cool under the flushed skin of her face. “Yes, please, please.”

Callum grabbed the straps of her dress, pushing them down her shoulders and off of her arms, and in a moment the dress was a puddle around her feet. She kicked it aside, and she saw him toss his shirt to the floor, and she heard the sound of his zipper as he undid his pants. “Fuck, I can’t wait,” he breathed, moving close to her again, and she could feel him pressed against her, hot against the cool silk of her panties. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, and then her panties were around her ankles, and she felt him against the bare skin of her ass.

She arched her back instinctively, her thighs spreading apart, and she felt the tip of him pressing against her, and he moaned. “God, you are so fucking wet,” he said, and she heard the low growl of desire that she’d come to recognize as Adam. She turned her head slightly as she felt Callum begin to press his way into her, his hands hard on her hips, his body shaking with the desire to lose control, to thrust into her as hard as he possibly could. Adam was watching, his face dark with lust, and she watched as he tossed his own shirt to the floor, his hands going to the button of his slacks. She moaned as Callum thrust all the way into her, and at the sight of Adam freeing his thick, throbbing cock from his pants, his hand reaching around it to begin a slow, measured stroke as he watched Callum fuck her.

She had never even imagined being as turned on as she was in that moment. She wanted to touch Adam, desperately, but she was beyond forming words. Every time she thought she could speak, Callum would thrust into her again, and she would feel lost again in the pleasure that was curling tighter and tighter in the pit of her stomach, waiting to push her over the edge again, and maybe again.

Callum reached around her waist suddenly, straightening her against him, and he took a step back, holding her tightly. He was still moving inside of her, only slower now and not so deep, and Amelia gasped at the change of tactic. A second later, Adam dropped to his knees in front of her, and the world swam in front of her eyes as he slid his hands up her inner thighs, and his mouth slid between her legs.

She felt Callum shudder as Adam’s tongue swept along the base of his cock where it was buried in her, and then up, drawing out the pleasure in a long, slow stroke that ended at her clit, where he swirled and licked and sucked, repeating that motion over and over until she was sure she would lose her mind.

And then she did. She forgot how to see, or think, or do anything except moan, a long, drawn out moan that ended in something like a scream as she came. She would have fallen if it wasn’t for Callum’s arm around her waist, holding her against him, and Adam’s hand bracing her thighs. All she could feel was them holding her up, and Callum inside her, Adam’s mouth against her, licking and sucking and never stopping, and then there was another orgasm right on the heels of that one, and she slumped in Callum’s arms, her whole body spent.

She felt Callum slide out of her. Adam picked her up, carrying her to the couch. She lay on her back, wrung out, and she watched the two men face each other, Callum’s hand going to the back of Adam’s head as he kissed him. She realized again how much she loved watching them kiss each other, loved watching Adam’s palm brush over the coppery stubble on Callum’s jaw, loved watching Callum bend his head back, exposing the long, pale line of his throat to Adam’s mouth. She watched as Callum fell to his knees, one hand bracing against Adam’s hip as his mouth slid over the tip of Adam’s cock, his other hand going to his own, still slick and glistening from her. She found that to be the most arousing thing of all, knowing he’d just been inside of her, that he could still feel her on him as he slid his hand up and down, his moans vibrating around Adam as he slid his tongue along the other man.

Adam pulled away after a long moment, and Callum turned, and Amelia rolled towards him, leaning forward to kiss him. She felt him groan against her mouth as Adam slid slowly into him, one hand braced on Callum’s shoulder, the other on his narrow waist, and though she was sure she was too spent to do anything more, she felt a stirring of desire at the sight. Callum stroked a hand down her side, not so much to arouse as just to touch her as he kissed her, his hand passing over her breasts, cupping them in his hands, and she luxuriated in his touch, enjoying the sensations. Adam was making that low noise in his throat, his thrusts speeding up, and Amelia felt Callum’s body tense, and he kissed her again, his hands going to her face as his tongue plunged into her mouth. She could feel it as Adam shuddered behind him, his body wracked with pleasure, and she felt the small aftershocks of her own pass through her again as Callum kissed her, the three of them linked together.

They were all silent for a long moment, slumped against the couch, Adam’s arm wrapped around Callum, bracing him as the larger man leaned against his back. “I…maybe we should go out dancing more often,” Amelia suggested.