“Does that bother you, Bhaiya?” she asked, voice soft, cruel only in the sweetness. “That they’re allowed to touch and you’re still standing there in your jeans like a good boy?”
“Puja—”
“Bhaiya,” she corrected, smiling.
Raja had her jeans open. Zip down. He dragged them over her hips. She lifted, helped, kicked them off. Underwear followed. She was bare from the waist down, T-shirt gone, bra gone, two men still half-dressed and already all over her.
“Yours,” she told them.
Raja’s shirt hit the floor. Vivek’s followed. Jeans. Briefs. In under a minute they were naked and hard and obvious about it. Puja looked at both of them, then at Sanjay—still fully clothed, still pretending the bulge in his jeans was not there.
She slid off the bed.
Walked to him.
Raja dropped to his knees behind her as she went. The second she stopped in front of Sanjay, Raja’s hands spread her ass and his tongue dragged through her from behind, wet and greedy, licking her open while she stood there in nothing.
Vivek came with her. He bent and took her breast into his mouth again, sucking hard enough that her breath hitched against Sanjay’s collar.
Puja put both hands on Sanjay’s chest, over the cotton of his T-shirt, and kissed him.
Slow at first. Then not. She licked into his mouth while Raja ate her from behind and Vivek sucked her tits and she was already shaking between the three of them. Sanjay made a broken sound into the kiss. His hands hovered, then grabbed her waist like he had lost the argument with himself.
She pulled back just enough to speak against his lips.
“Finally, Bhaiya.”
Raja’s tongue pushed inside her. Puja’s knees dipped. She caught herself on Sanjay’s shoulders and kissed him again, messier, while Vivek switched breasts and bit down just enough to make her moan into Sanjay’s mouth.
“Take it off,” she whispered. “All of it. I want you naked while they’re using their mouths on me. I want you to feel how hard you are against my stomach, Bhaiya.”
He stripped.
T-shirt. Jeans. Everything. His cock sprang up flushed and wet at the tip. Puja wrapped her fingers around him without looking down, stroked him once, twice, then kissed him again while Raja licked her clit from behind and Vivek’s mouth stayed busy on her chest.
She teased the head of Sanjay’s cock against her belly.
“Look at you. Still the last one. Still pretending you’re in control. Say my name.”
“Puja—”
“And what do I call you?”
His forehead dropped to hers.
“…Bhaiya.”
“Good.”
They tumbled onto the bed.
Everyone naked now. Mouths everywhere. Puja on her back first—Vivek kissing her, Raja sucking her nipples, Sanjay between her thighs because she dragged him there by the hair and said, “Your turn, Bhaiya. Taste what they already had.”
He licked her like he was angry at how much he wanted it. Flat tongue, then pointed, two fingers sliding into the wet heat Raja had already opened. Puja’s back arched. She grabbed Vivek’s cock and stroked him, then Raja’s, one in each hand, while Sanjay sucked her clit and she came the first time with a sharp, shocked moan, thighs clamping around Sanjay’s head.
