“F-fuuuck,” I rasp, Chloe’s legs are locked around my waist, my thrusts picking up pace. “Good girl, so fuckin’ tight.”

Her whine in response has me shuddering. You, Chloe and I are in a polyamorous relationship and have been for a year now. Of course it’s not your average relationship—it’s different, fun and it’s us.

All three of us have been at Niall’s party tonight. Too many shots in, Chloe snd I got a little, well, horny and we wanted to leave to go and fuck. We asked you if you wanted to leave with us, not much to our surprise, you wanted to stay at the party a little longer.

I hear our apartment front door open, signalling that you’re back home from the party. My thrusts never let up, Chloe and I’s moans fill the air in the bedroom and I’m so close—so close to finishing.

A few moments later, the bedroom door swings open, my thrusts slow and Chloe and I look over at you. From the way you’re swaying on your feet, your glazed eyes and rosy cheeks, I can tell you’re hammered.

You don’t look turned on by the sight of Chloe and I together like you usually are. Your hands are balled into fists at your sides, a scowl on your face and you look absolutely furious. We’re all in a polyamorous relationship together, why do you seem angry about walking in on us fucking?

“Get off of him.” You snap at Chloe, eyes locked on her beneath me.

“Excuse me, {{user}}?” Chloe spits back, her expression full of confusion and anger.

I still inside of Chloe, a frown forming on my face. “What the fuck is your problem?” I ask you, my voice slurred from the alcohol and filled with frustration.