Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Debbie didn’t waste a second.

She climbed onto Lucas’s lap, knees spreading on either side of his thighs, and pulled him into a kiss before either of the other two could start complaining again. Her mouth was warm and impatient, less about softness and more about claiming the minute she had won. When she broke the kiss, she dragged the front of her gown down without ceremony, freeing her breasts and pushing them straight toward his face.

"One minute," she muttered, already breathless. "Don’t hold back."

Lucas took one breast into his mouth and sucked hard enough to make her hips jump. His tongue dragged over her nipple, then he sealed his lips around it and pulled again, deeper this time. Debbie’s hand locked at the back of his head at once, keeping him there.

While his mouth worked over her chest, his other hand slid down, pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and found her already wet. He rubbed once along her folds, then pressed two fingers into her pussy in a slow, firm push.

Debbie’s whole body reacted.

"Ahh~fuck..."

Her moan came out louder than Daisy’s had, sharp enough that both girls on the couch went still. Lucas pushed his fingers deeper, curling them inside her, then drew them back and thrust in again. Each movement made a soft, wet sound under the gown bunched around her waist. He sucked her breast harder at the same time, tongue flashing over her nipple whenever he changed angle.

Debbie’s thighs tightened around him. Her hips started moving with his hand, chasing the pressure without shame.

"Yes... right there... ahh..."

From the side, Daisy watched with her arms crossed and her jaw locked, jealousy written cleanly across her face. Mia had started the countdown out of pure spite.

"Fifty-eight... fifty-seven... fifty-six..."

But her voice lost strength the longer she watched.

Lucas’s fingers kept working inside Debbie in steady, dirty thrusts, slick with how wet she had gotten. Every time he sucked harder on her breast, Debbie moaned louder and ground down against his hand.

The sight of it was too much. Mia’s counting slowed, then thinned into almost nothing.

"Fifty... fifty-one... fi..."

She stopped completely.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the way Lucas’s mouth was locked to Debbie’s breast, on the movement of his wrist between Debbie’s thighs, on the helpless way Debbie kept shaking through it. Without fully deciding to, Mia’s hand slipped down her own body, past the waistband of her clothes, and between her legs. She was already warm. Already sensitive. One slow rub made her breath catch.

She kept watching.

In her head it was easy to replace Debbie with herself ~ Lucas’s fingers pushing deep into her pussy, his mouth heavy on her breasts, sucking hard enough to make her thighs fall open the same way. The longer she stared, the more real the thought became. Her fingers pressed harder against her own clit, then slid lower, matching the rhythm she was watching without meaning to.

Debbie moaned again, louder, almost broken, and clamped a hand over Lucas’s where he was fingering her like she wanted him even deeper.

Daisy was the only one still paying attention to the rules.

At first she thought Mia had just lost count for a second. Then she looked properly. Mia wasn’t watching the game anymore. She wasn’t watching the timer either.

Her eyes were locked on Lucas and Debbie, lips parted, one hand already moving between her own legs with slow, distracted strokes. The countdown had died in her throat without her noticing.

"Time’s up," Daisy said.

Nobody reacted.

Lucas still had two fingers buried in Debbie’s pussy, thrusting into her in a steady, wet rhythm while his mouth worked over her breast. Debbie was past restraint entirely, moaning into the open room every time he curled his fingers inside her. Her chest was slick from his mouth, nipple shiny and hard where he kept sucking it between strokes.

"Time up," Daisy said again, louder. "It’s over."

Still nothing.

Mia’s breathing had turned uneven. Her fingers moved faster against herself as she watched Debbie shake on Lucas’s hand. The longer she stared, the less present she became. Her thighs flexed. Her shoulders rose and fell.

A soft sound slipped out of her, then another, until she was moaning under her breath without realizing how close she had drifted toward them.

Daisy’s frustration sharpened. "Are you all deaf? I said time~"

Mia stepped forward.

She was still touching herself as she moved, eyes glassy, body acting before thought caught up. The moment she got close enough, Lucas’s free hand shot out, caught her by the waist, and pulled her in. The balance went next. The chair under him tipped with the added weight, and all three of them went down together in a messy, tangled drop to the floor.

It wasn’t a hard fall. More of a sudden collapse into limbs, clothes, and heat.

By the time Daisy processed what had happened, Lucas’s wet fingers had already left Debbie and pushed between Mia’s legs instead. Mia gasped the second he pressed into her pussy, her whole body jerking against him as he sank his fingers deep and started working her open with the same firm rhythm.

"Ahh~fuck~"

Debbie didn’t waste the opening.

She dragged at his shorts and boxers hard enough to yank them down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, and Debbie abandoned everything else the moment she saw it. She shoved Mia slightly to the side for space, lowered her head, and took him into her mouth.

The sound she made around him was filthy and immediate.

She sucked him fast, cheeks hollowing, one hand wrapping the base while her tongue dragged along the underside. Lucas’s hips flexed once under the sudden wet heat of her mouth, but his hand never stopped moving between Mia’s thighs. He fingered her deeper, faster, matching the pace Debbie set with her mouth until both girls were moaning over each other.

Mia’s thighs trembled around his wrist.

Debbie’s spit ran down the length of his cock as she took him farther.

The room filled with wet sounds and broken breathing.

Daisy stood over all of it, frozen.

The timer was gone. The game was gone. Every sharp command she had been repeating had become useless against what she was watching ~ Lucas on the floor with two of them already lost on him, one shaking around his fingers, the other sucking his cock like she had been waiting the whole day for the chance.

Daisy’s mouth opened, then closed again.

If she couldn’t stop them, there was only one option left.

Her hands moved to her own clothes as she stepped forward.

"Fine," she muttered, heat and irritation tangled together in her voice. "If I can’t stop you, I’m joining."

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