I feel a tingle between my legs, a flood of warmth racing along my thighs. I’m suddenly very glad that I wore black panties so that the dampness between them isn’t evident to anyone but me.
Dean’s cock is fully erect by the time Cayde counts down the ten seconds, and suddenly I’m having a very hard—no pun intended—time focusing on chess. And I still have to play Cayde if I win. Or Dean again—but if Dean wins, I’m not sure what’s going to happen. I don’t know if we can both make it through another game of chess completely naked.
I try to focus on the board, narrowing in on the moves that are left. Dean’s hands are on the ottoman now, his cock mostly hidden unless I look a certain way, but I know it’s there, throbbing and hard and waiting for me, ready to fill me up. My clit tingles under the cotton of my panties, and I have to stifle a small moan as I narrow my eyes at the chessboard.
There. I slide my queen up, feeling a glow of satisfaction. “Check.”
Dean licks his lips, his own eyes narrowed in focus. It’s clear that he’s having a hard time, probably because a lot of the blood has left his brain.
“Fuck,” he says finally, moving his king, but it’s not enough. I’ve got him, and with a small amount of my clothes still on.
“Checkmate.” I tap his king, knocking it over. “Cayde, your turn.”
“I’m going to get those panties off of you,” Cayde warns, standing up and cracking his knuckles. “Dean, do your best not to come all over the couch while you watch, okay?”
“Oh, I’ve got more self-control than that. There’s only one place I plan on coming tonight.” Dean looks at me, and I feel another gush of wetness between my thighs, my pussy sticky with it as I squeeze them together. This game is going to be much, much harder to focus on.
“I’m not the best at chess,” Cayde says with a grin. “But I think I can take at least two of your pieces.”
I grin cheekily at him. “Well, that sounds like a challenge to me.”
His eyes don’t leave mine for even a second.
“Oh, it definitely is.”
Athena
Cayde’s second move takes one of my pawns. I can see the triumphant glint in his eyes as he tells me to take my bra off. “Slowly,” he instructs, his sea-green gaze flicking from my face to my breasts and back again. “I want to enjoy this.”
I unhook the black cotton bra from behind my back, clutching the cups to my chest as I slowly slide one strap down one arm and then the other. On the couch across from us, Dean is lounging back, legs spread wide as he lazily runs his finger down his cock, his gaze fixed appreciatively on me.
“That’s a good girl,” Cayde groans as my bra starts to slip down. “Let me see those tits.”
There’s only one piece of clothing left for me. I let the bra fall to the floor, my breasts bouncing a little as I shift, and I see Cayde move too, adjusting as he looks at my exposed breasts and dark pink nipples.
“Your move,” he says, grinning at me across the ottoman.
Somehow, I manage to snag one of his pieces. He’s barefoot, so I tell him to take off his shirt, and he doesn’t hesitate. I can’t stop my quick intake of breath as he strips off the soft white shirt he’s wearing—the sight of Cayde’s heavily muscled chest and thick arms never fail to make my heart skip a beat, even in the past when he was my tormentor instead of my—I don’t even know what to call him now.
I lose my panties before he loses his joggers. “Oh god,” Dean groans from the couch, his hand moving a little faster on his dick now. He’s fully erect, hard and thick, and I tear my eyes away from his swollen erection as I shift uncomfortably on the rug, very aware that I’m about to be completely naked.
Both guys are staring at me as I stand up, hooking my thumbs into the elastic of my black cotton panties and slowly pushing them over my hips, shimmying them down my thighs as my smooth, shaved pussy comes into view. It’s impossible to hide the fact that my lips are glistening with arousal, my thighs slightly sticky with it, the firelight glinting off of the moisture on my skin as I step out of my panties and kick them aside.
“She’s fucking wet,” Cayde breathes, his gaze fixed hungrily on my pussy. “Is this turning you on, Athena?”
“If you want the answer to that, you’ll have to take another one of my pieces,” I tell him, tossing my hair over my shoulder as if I weren’t standing here, completely naked and vulnerable, in front of them.
I might have played a lot of chess, but I’ve never played chess naked. Cayde takes my piece next, and he raises an eyebrow. “Well? Answer my question.”
“Dean gets to choose the penalty,” I insist, tilting my chin up.
Dean chuckles at that. “Athena, answer his question,” he says pointedly.
I still can’t quite believe that they’re playing along with this. They could have stopped it, demanded that I do whatever they wanted of me, threatened me if I didn’t obey. But they haven’t. None of this has been in their control, really, and yet they seem fine with it.
It’s the best evidence I’ve had so far that they can pass my test, that they really are trying to be changed men. But it’s still so hard to believe it.
“Yes,” I say, my voice a little shaky. “It is.”