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Felicia led the group through the club, weaving effortlessly between the bodies on the dance floor. Nova followed with a smirk, his curiosity piqued. Gwen and MJ exchanged glances before trailing behind, anticipation buzzing between them.
Felicia pushed open a sleek, black door at the back of the club, revealing a dimly lit VIP lounge. Plush leather couches lined the walls, and the music here was just a little softer, the bass still thrumming through the air.
She turned, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the arm of one of the couches. "Alright, boss, let's see just how much you can handle."
Nova crossed his arms, his smirk never fading. "You keep saying that, but so far, I'm still standing."
Gwen chuckled, kicking off her heels as she stepped forward. "Give it a minute."
MJ plopped down onto the couch, stretching out like a queen on her throne. "Oh, this is about to be good."
Felicia sauntered over to the small control panel by the bar, flicking a switch. The overhead lights dimmed further, replaced by a soft, neon glow. A slow, sultry beat filled the room, and Felicia turned back and grinned. " Alright, girls and the boy. Let's play a game."
Nova smirked. "You mean another excuse for you three to mess with me?"
MJ grinned. "Exactly."
Gwen folded her arms, leaning slightly into Nova's space. " The Truth and Dare game. No backing out, no complaints, and no boring ones."
Nova raised a brow. "Oh? And what happens if someone refuses?"
Felicia smirked. "They lose an article of clothing."
Nova let out a short laugh. "Now this is my kind of game."
MJ smirked, stretching lazily against the couch. "Alright then, it's settled. We're playing Truth or Dareâno backing out, and you have to be honest." She let her gaze drift over the group, her smirk widening. "Nova starts. He can ask any one of us. After she answers, it'll be her turn to pick between the two remaining girls. And so on."
She leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief. "Any questions?"
Nova chuckled, shaking his head. "None from me. Sounds like fun."
Gwen and Felicia exchanged knowing looks before Gwen shrugged. "Yeah, let's see where this goes."
Felicia tilted her head, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "I'm so ready for this."
Nova rolled his shoulders, his eyes scanning between the three women before settling on Felicia. "Alright, Kitten, since you're so eager, you're up first."
Felicia arched an eyebrow, reclining against the armrest. "Hit me."
Nova's smirk deepened. "Truth or dare?"
Felicia pretended to think, tapping a finger against her lips. "Mmm⌠truth."
For a moment, Nova looked like he was going to pick something tame, but then his smirk turned downright wicked. He leaned forward slightly, voice dripping with amusement.
"Alright, tell meâ what's the most erotic thing you and MJ did?
Felicia smirked as she let the tension build, her fingers lazily tracing circles on MJ's exposed thigh. Then, with absolutely no hesitation, she dropped the bomb.
"Oh, that's easy," she purred. "The time Gwen and MJ teamed up on me with strap-ons on the night before your group proposed us for prom, Gwen was especially wild that night and even affected MJ. That night both of these girls pounded me really hard."
Silence.
Nova blinked. Then blinked again. Wait⌠what?
His smirk flickered, his brain still trying to process the sheer madness of what Felicia had just casually revealed. "Hold the fuck on," he finally managed, eyes narrowing. "You're telling me that on the night our group asked you all to promâwhile I was probably stressing over how to make it romantic and coolâyou were getting absolutely wrecked by Gwen and MJ? With strap-ons?"
Felicia's grin widened as she rested her chin on MJ's shoulder. "Mhm," she hummed, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
Gwen casually swirled her drink, eyes glinting with mischief. "To be fair, you took forever to actually pop the question. We had to find some way to kill time."
MJ smirked. "And what a way it was."
Nova let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his hair. "And here I was, thinking that night was wholesome. That we were all being cute and nervous about prom like normal people." He looked at Felicia, who was practically radiating smugness. "Meanwhile, you were getting double-teamed and then acting all coy the next day?"
Felicia bit her lip, eyes gleaming. "Well, what can I say? I clean up well."
Nova exhaled sharply, shaking his head. Jesus Christ. His mind was still stuck on the imageryâFelicia, all flushed and panting, Gwen and MJ pinning her down, strap-ons deep inside herâ
He clenched his jaw, shifting in his seat. Nope. Bad idea. Abort.
MJ caught the movement and smirked wickedly. "Oh-ho-ho, I think someone's getting a little too into the mental picture."
Gwen leaned forward, tilting her head playfully. "Nova, sweetheart, are you blushing?"
Nova huffed, throwing his head back against the couch. "You know what? Fuck all of you."
Felicia giggled, stretching like a satisfied cat. "Mmm, technically, that's what happened to me that night."
Nova groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face. "I walked into that one."
MJ winked. "And Felicia got walked into that night tooâseveral times, actually."
Gwen snorted, while Felicia just hummed, tapping a finger against her chin. "Yeah, I was definitely limping the next morning."
Nova blinked, his mind momentarily short-circuiting as vivid images flooded his imagination. The thought of Feliciaâwild, breathless, completely at the mercy of both Gwen and MJâsent a rush of heat straight through him.
He exhaled slowly, schooling his expression, but the way his fingers twitched against his knee didn't go unnoticed. Gwen smirked knowingly, while MJ leaned against Felicia, pressing a teasing kiss to her cheek.
"You're really just gonna drop that on me like it's nothing?" Nova finally said, his voice rougher than before.
Felicia shrugged, her grin absolutely wicked. "Hey, you asked."
MJ chuckled. "And you should've seen his face just now. I think we broke him a little."
Nova rolled his eyes, regaining his composure. "Yeah, yeah. Just remember, revenge is a dish best served cold."
Felicia purred. "Oh? Then it's a good thing I like it hot."
Still grinning, she stretched her arms above her head, as if she hadn't just set the room on fire. "Anyway, my turn now." Her eyes flicked to MJ, filled with mischief. "Truth or dare, babe?"
MJ didn't hesitate. "Dare, obviously."
Felicia's smirk widened. "Perfect. Then get over here, sit on Nova's lapâfacing himâgrind for a few seconds, and while you're at it, tell him something really filthy."
Gwen let out a low whistle. "Damn, Felicia."
Nova arched a brow, intrigued. "You really wanna start playing at this level?"
MJ just laughed, standing up smoothly. "Oh, babe," she said as she sauntered over, placing a knee on either side of Nova's thighs. "This is the level I live at."
Then, without warning, she sank onto his lap, pressing her body against him in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The warmth of her, the softness, the deliberate roll of her hipsâit was all designed to mess with him, and Nova knew it.
He inhaled sharply, his hands instinctively going to her waist as she moved against him, her rhythm slow, teasing. He felt his dick rise too quickly that even MJ felt it.
MJ gave a sultry smile as she pressed hard on Nova's dick and started to grind it slow and deliberately. Nova almost groaned feeling the stimulation. Suddenly Nova actually groaned as he felt something wet drop on his pants.
Immediately his hands gripped MJ hips hard, who just smiled and leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispered in a voice so filthy it was practically dripping in sinâ
" Let me tell you a little secret, I am virgin in my ass, if you play it right then....".
Nova's breath hitched. His grip on MJ's waist tightened just slightly as his mind stalled for a split second, the implications of her words sinking in like a sledgehammer.
MJ pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her smirk utterly sinful. Her hips gave one last slow grind before she casually slipped off his lap like she hadn't just set his brain and dick on fire.
Gwen let out a low, impressed whistle. "Damn, MJ. That was evil."
Felicia, looking thoroughly entertained, crossed her legs and grinned. "You felt him tense up, right? That was a full system reboot."
MJ flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking far too pleased with herself. "Hey, a dare's a dare."
Nova exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his face before slowly regaining his signature smirk. "Alright, just wait for my turn again, someone is gonna regret this."
He shifted slightly so as to hide his obvious erection and the clearly visible wet patch, and as he did, Gwen's sharp eyes caught something. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her lips.
"Well, well," she purred. "Looks like MJ left a little⌠impression."
Felicia's gaze followed Gwen's, and her grin widened. "Oh, she didn't just leave an impression, babe. She marked her territory."
MJ glanced down, then back up at Nova, her expression downright smug. She reached out, brushing her fingers along his jaw. "Oops," she whispered, voice dripping with fake innocence. "Guess I got a little carried away."
Gwen clicked her tongue, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "MJ, you ruined my prom partner's pants with yourâŚ" she looked Nova in eye and continued," Slutty pussy juices."
Felicia chuckled, leaning into MJ with a sultry hum. "Mmm, but look at him. I think he liked it."
Nova let out a low, dark chuckle, his fingers tapping lazily against his thigh. "Oh, I liked it. But I also have a long memory." His smirk deepened, his gaze flickering between them, predatory. "And when my turn comes, I promise youâ" he leaned in just slightly, his voice a low rumble "âyou're all gonna end up just as messy as I am right now."
MJ inhaled softly, her pupils dilating. "Now that," she murmured, lips curling, "sounds like a promise."
Then she turned to Gwen with a wicked grin. "So, Gwen⌠Truth or Dare?"
Gwen leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, tapping a manicured nail against her lips as if considering it. Then, with a slow, sultry smile, she purred, "Truth."
MJ's grin widened. "Alright, thenâconfess something dirty. Something that'll make Nova's head spin."
Gwen tilted her head, biting her lip as she let the tension build. Then, she leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Nova.
"Oh, that's easy," she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. "I'm not wearing a bra under this dress. Just a pair of tiny, barely-there nipple stickers."
Nova's smirk froze for a fraction of a second. His brain immediately conjured up the imageâGwen's perfect, perky curves, her nipples hidden behind teasing little pasties, barely covered beneath the silky fabric of her dress.
But Gwen wasn't done. She let the moment stretch, watching his reaction before leaning in even closer, her voice dropping into something dark and sultry.
"And the best part?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "They're heart-shaped. And if I get too turned on⌠they'll peel right off."
A sharp, electric tension crackled in the air.
Nova's jaw clenched slightly, his fingers twitching against his thigh as his mind raced through the implications. The thought of Gwen's arousal making those little pasties slip free, leaving her completely bare beneath that dress, was almost enough to make him groan.
Felicia let out a low whistle. "Damn, Gwen. Straight-up playing with fire."
MJ cackled. "I think she just made our boy here imagine the exact scenario she wanted."
Nova shook his head, exhaling sharply before dragging his gaze back to Gwen. His smirk returned, darker this time. "You better pray I don't get a dare to check that out."
Gwen winked. "Maybe I wouldn't mind."
Gwen leaned back, stretching her arms above her head, the movement causing the fabric of her dress to shift just enough to keep Nova's mind running wild. She smirked, eyes locking onto him like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Well, well, Nova," she drawled, tilting her head. "Truth or dare?"
Nova didn't even hesitate. His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Dare."
Gwen's grin turned downright wicked. She tapped a finger against her lips as if thinking, though the mischievous gleam in her eyes made it clear she already had something planned.
"Alright," she purred, shifting forward slightly. "I dare you⌠to pick one of us and whisper your filthiest fantasy about her."
MJ let out a low whistle. "Damn, she went straight for the throat."
Felicia smirked. "Now this I gotta hear."
Nova chuckled, rolling his shoulders like this was just another challenge to conquer. He let his gaze sweep over the three of them, lingering on each just long enough to build the anticipation.
Then, finally, he leaned in towardâ
Nova let the tension build for a few seconds and then exhaled slowly, his smirk growing darker, more predatory. His eyes flicked between the three women, taking in every little reactionâthe way Felicia's lips parted slightly, the way Gwen's fingers twitched on her thigh, and the way MJ's chest rose just a little quicker.
"You really want to know?" His voice was deep, smooth, laced with wicked intent.
Gwen leaned back, her smirk unwavering, but her eyes gleamed with anticipation. "That's the whole point."
MJ licked her lips, her usual confidence still there, but now mixed with something more primal. "Go on, surprise us."
Felicia, ever the temptress, tilted her head, resting her chin on her palm. "Make it good, boss."
Nova chuckled lowly, dragging a hand through his hair as if considering his words. Then, with deliberate slowness, he leaned forward, his voice dropping into a slow, deliberate purr.
"Oh, it's real good," he murmured, his gaze shifting between them like a hunter surveying his prey. "Because I don't just want one of you. No, my fantasy?" He let the words hang in the air, thick with unspoken promises. "It's having all three of youâat the same timeâunder me, over me, naked and wrapped around me, desperate, shaking, moaning my name like it's the only thing you know."
Felicia's breath hitched ever so slightly, but she kept her composure.
MJ blinked once, then twice, her smirk faltering before stretching even widerâthis time with something hungrier.
Gwen, who had started this whole damn game, shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together.
Nova let out a low, almost teasing chuckle before continuing.
"Gwen, you'd be on top, riding me so damn hard you'd forget everything elseâyour perfect body pressed against mine, you pussy juices dripping on dick and thighs my hands gripping your hips, guiding you as you bounce on my cock like it's the only thing keeping you sane."
Gwen inhaled sharply, her fingers curling against her dress.
"But you wouldn't be alone," Nova continued, his smirk pure sin. "Because right beside us? MJ would be thereâteasing you, running her hands over your bodyâyou nipples, you pussy, teasing your clit, biting your neck, her lips whispering the filthiest things in your ear while she grinds against my thigh, her slutty pussy juices soaking through her panties."
MJ parted her lips, letting out a slow breath.
"And Felicia?" Nova's gaze flicked to the platinum blonde, his voice thick with heat. "You'd be beneath me, pinned down, my fingers tangled in that perfect hair of yours as you moan, your legs locked around my waist, body trembling because MJ's hands are all over you, teasing you while I fuck you pussy hard enough that only sound in the room are your screams and my thighs clapping against your ass."
Felicia exhaled, dragging her nails over her own thigh.
"But the real fun?" Nova's smirk turned downright wicked. He leaned toward MJ, his lips barely brushing her ear as his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"It's you, Red," he purred. "Because when I finally get my hands on you, that fine ass of yours?" His grip tightened on her thigh, slow and deliberate. "It's getting ruined."
MJ sucked in a breath, her pupils dilating ever so slightly.
"You're gonna be sprawled out, legs shaking, barely able to speak while I take my time wrecking that tight, untouched little hole of yours." Nova's fingers traced lazy circles on her skin. "And when you can't handle it anymore? When you're trembling, begging, desperate for more?" He leaned back slightly, locking eyes with her.
"I'll make sure you scream my name loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear and cum loads in it."
Silence.
Felicia bit her lip, dragging a slow breath in through her nose. "Fuck, okay. That wasâŚ" She exhaled. "Yeah, that was filthy."
Gwen let out a short, breathless laugh, shaking her head. "I regret nothing. That wasâyeah."
MJ, for once, had no quick retort. Her smirk remained, but her fingers lightly clenched the hem of her dress as she exhaled through her nose, steadying herself but she felt her pussy gushing at the scenario and her dripping juices on her tighs. Then, with a slow, wicked grin, she turned back to him.
"You better back that shit up when the time comes."
Nova smirked right back. "Oh, don't worry, Red. When it happens, you won't be able to walk straight for a week, as I will fuck that ass rough and raw."
MJ's grin widened. "Now I'm looking forward to it."
Felicia let out a breath, shaking her head before stretching out. "Alright, I think we need a second before continuing."
Gwen chuckled, shifting in her seat. "Yeah, that escalated fast."
Nova leaned back, smug as ever. "You asked for my dirtiest fantasy. I just gave you a preview."
MJ licked her lips. "That wasn't a preview. That was a damn trailer."
Felicia smirked. "And now I'm dying for the full movie."
Nova smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, don't worry, Kitten. When the time comes, you won't just be watchingâyou'll be the star."
Felicia let out a slow breath, dragging her nails lightly over her own thigh. "Damn, I think I just got goosebumps."
Gwen chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, I'll admit, that was⌠impressive."
MJ, still recovering from the heat of his words, tilted her head, giving him a slow once-over. "Talk is cheap, Nova. Let's see if you can back it up when the time comes."
Nova leaned in just slightly, voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "Careful what you wish for, Red. You might not be ready for what happens when I deliver."
MJ's smirk wavered for a second, then she let out a soft laugh. "Oh, I'm ready."
Felicia stretched, still smirking. "Alright, as fun as this is, the game's not over." She turned toward Nova. " It's your turn to ask."
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