Asia lay on the couch, engrossed in an app game on her phone. She looked up as she heard a car beep outside and smiled; her baby was home after hanging out with the guys. She hurried into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable, then returned to the couch, pretending to be absorbed in her game. The sound of keys in the door made her heart race, and she quickly hid her smirk. Her smile faded when she realized he wasn't alone. She threw a blanket over herself to hide what she was wearing.

"Hey, baby. This is TJ," Mo said as he entered.

"Hello," Asia replied, her attention returning to her phone.

"You want to sip with us?" Mo asked.

"Sure," she said.

Mo went into the kitchen to make drinks. Asia glanced up at TJ through her long eyelashes before looking back at her phone. She had one chance to escape and run, but the couch seemed to hold her captive. Why hadn't Mo told her he was bringing company? Mo returned with drinks and handed her a glass. "Rum and coke," he said, smiling. She quickly drank it, feeling the warmth spread through her body. Mo turned on music, and they pulled out some weed.

"You got a blunt?" TJ asked.

"Nah, did you ask Mo?" Asia replied.

"Mo, you got a blunt?" TJ asked, breaking down the weed.

"I got to go buy one. I'll be back," Mo said. TJ stood up to leave, but Mo stopped him. "It's cool, bruh, stay here."

Mo walked over and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed her, feeling what she had on under the blanket. He licked his lips at her. "Don't take too long. I miss you already," Asia said as Mo left.

"Finally, he's gone," she said aloud. TJ looked over at her, confused. She linked her phone to the speaker and started playing their sex playlist. TJ pulled out his phone, consumed by it. She danced slowly under her blanket to the music, singing along. Twenty minutes passed, and seven different sex songs played.

"How far is the store?" TJ asked.

"It shouldn't take this long," she replied, returning to her music.

"How long y'all been together?" TJ asked.

"A long time," she said, still slow dancing. "Can you make me another shot? I'm coming down," she asked TJ.

TJ was consumed by his phone, so she said, "Never mind, I'll make it myself." She was about to stand up.

"Nah, it's cool. I got it," TJ said, walking into the kitchen. "You want a chaser?" he asked.

"Nah, I want it just like I like my men—dark and straight," she giggled.

"Aight then..." he said from the kitchen. TJ walked up to her and handed her the glass. Asia rubbed his hand as he gave it to her. He looked into her eyes and jumped back.

"No disrespect, I didn't mean to touch you," he said. TJ sat back down on the other side of the room.

"This is awkward," she said aloud.

"What is?" TJ asked.

"What I have on. I didn't know you were coming," she said.

"Should I step out?" he asked.

"Nah, you're good. Just close your eyes," she said, getting up from the couch. She stood in front of him to see if he would peek, but he didn't.

Asia walked down the hall to their bedroom and changed into something more appropriate. "TJ, can you come in here, please?" she yelled. She heard thumping and bumping as he made his way down the hall. TJ's eyes must have still been covered.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"I'm right here," she said, lying on her bed, waiting for him to open his eyes.

TJ opened his eyes and stepped back. "What do you need?" he asked, holding onto the doorway, slowly stepping out.

"Where are you going?" she asked, patting the bed.

"I'm going to wait for Mo. I shouldn't be in here," he said, flying down the hall.

Asia shook her head and followed him. TJ sat on the couch and pulled out his phone. "I'mma call Mo and make sure he's okay," he said, dialing his number. The call went straight to voicemail. She walked over to him, taking his phone.

"Look, I don't know what you're up to, but I'm not going to disrespect my homie like that," he said, reaching for his phone.

Asia dropped his phone into her bra. "Come and get it," she said, baiting him.

"This is foul," he said, shaking his head.

"We got time before he gets back," she baited him.

"I don't get down like that," he said.

"It's cool, I do," she told him. She pulled down her shorts and twerked for him. He closed his eyes.

"Nah, look at me," she said, straddling him.

"This shit weak," he said, tucking his arms. "I'm not touching you." She pressed her breasts into his face, squishing them.

Asia felt his arousal. She unbuttoned his pants and reached into them, but he stopped her. Asia's phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered, putting the call on speaker.

"Hey baby, sorry I'm late. Had to run and handle business," Mo said. "I'm on my way now; tell bruh, my bad."

"What are you doing, baby?" he asked.

"I am playing a game, but you are stopping it," she whined.

"Damn, my bad, baby. You and your games. Are you winning?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so," she said, rubbing on TJ's arousal.

"What my bruh doing?" Mo asked.

"Sitting on the couch, bored," she said.

"Let me talk to him," he said.

She waited a couple of minutes and then handed TJ the phone. "My bad, bruh," Mo said on the phone. Asia moved her hands, pulling down TJ's shorts and licking him slowly.

"It's cool, bruh," TJ said, biting his bottom lip. "Aye, on my way back. I'll be there soon," he said, hanging up. "Aww, fuck," he moaned, holding onto her head. "Why are you doing this to your man?" he asked.

"Shh," she said, lifting up his shirt and rubbing his chest and stomach. "You like this?" she moaned too. She slowly put him back into her mouth. His toes dug into the carpet.

"I just want to make you nut," she said, looking him in the eyes.

"Aww man, why me?" he groaned. She sucked, twisted, and bobbed on him.

"I'm about to nut," he moaned. "Want me to eat it? Or do you want me to rub it on my face?" she batted her eyelashes.

"Aww, fuck, stop!" he moaned, pushing her off him. "Damn, this shit shouldn't have happened!" he said, wiping his face.

Keys entered the door; she got up, wiped her mouth, and sat back on the couch, pulling out her phone. She tossed TJ his phone as the door opened.

"Hey baby," she jumped up. "I missed you!" she said, standing up and stretching.

Mo kissed her on the forehead, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. She licked her lips at TJ, who was stuck staring into space.

"Bruh, I think I'mma go," TJ said, fixing himself.

"Damn, bruh, I didn't mean to take that long. We can still turn up," Mo said.

"I need to take a shit," TJ said.

"Baby, show him where the bathroom is," Mo said.

"Ugh, okay baby. I love you," Mo said.

"Love you too," Asia smiled.

"Imma roll up right now," Mo said, walking into the kitchen.

Asia walked TJ to the bathroom, then pinned him against the door, grabbing his arousal and sucking on his neck. "Shhh," she said, about to reach into his pants.

"Babe, grab my lighter while you're back there," Mo yelled.

"Okay, baby," she said. Asia walked back into the kitchen to give Mo his lighter.

"I missed you," he said.

"You left me with your silent friend," she said, putting her hand on her hip.

"What, you wanted me to leave you with a nigga who would try to fuck you while I'm gone?" he asked with a frown. "I trust that nigga," he said, referring to TJ.

Twenty minutes later, TJ came out of his hiding place.

"Baby, you hungry?" she asked, looking at TJ sitting on the couch. He didn't answer; he just looked at Mo.

"Bruh, my baby talking to you," Mo snapped.

"Nah, I'm good," TJ said.

"Aye man, when a woman offers, you gotta eat," Mo said.

"Word, true. I'll eat," TJ said.

Asia walked into the kitchen, pulled out the pot roast and veggies, and made TJ a plate. She sat it next to him on the couch. "Open your mouth," she said, feeding TJ a bite. He hesitated and looked at her like she was crazy. Mo frowned. TJ let her feed him.

"How was that?" she said, slowly sliding the food into TJ's mouth while biting her lips and looking him in the eyes.

"It's good as hell," he said, taking the plate.

"Thanks, baby," she said, quickly rubbing his chest. TJ was confused and stressed. He no way MO ignored all that was taking place, He felt like he was on a prank show. "Baby I want some dick!" Asia cried out. TJ smirked and looked at Mo. "Imma let yall handle yall business ill talk to you later." Tj said standing up to leave. Asia trapped him in the room, I want some dick from you" she said pulling on TJ dick. He froze waiting to be attacked by MO. Instead Mo looked unbothered. Asia got back on her knees and went to work one thing led to the next.

As TJ's confusion turned into raw lust, he began to thrust harder, his movements becoming more intense and urgent. Asia's moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his increasingly aggressive pace. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, blending with the heavy breathing and moans.

"Fuck, TJ," Asia moaned, her back arching as she gripped the edge of the table. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and defiance. TJ's face was a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control.

Mo watched them, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He enjoyed seeing Asia being pleasured, her body reacting to the intense sensations. "That's it, bruh," Mo encouraged, his voice low and approving. "Make her feel good."

TJ's pace quickened even more, his grip tightening on Asia's hips. She threw her head back, her moans turning into screams of pleasure. The intensity of their connection grew, the air around them thick with the heat of their passion.

Mo moved closer, his eyes locked on Asia's face as he continued to watch them. "You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper. Asia could only nod, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

TJ's thrusts became erratic, his own release imminent. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Asia's ear as he whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

Asia's hands moved to his back, her nails digging into his skin. "Do it," she gasped. "Cum inside me."

With a final, powerful thrust, TJ released himself inside her, a guttural moan escaping his lips. Asia's body quivered beneath him, the sensation of his release pushing her into another orgasm.

As they both came down from their highs, Mo stepped forward, his hand gently caressing Asia's cheek. "You did good, baby," he said softly. He looked at TJ, a smirk on his face. "You too, bruh."

TJ nodded, still breathing heavily. "Thanks, man," he said, a hint of relief in his voice.

Mo helped Asia up, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said tenderly.

As they moved towards the bathroom, TJ sat back on the couch, trying to process what had just happened. The intensity of the experience lingered in the air, a mix of guilt, confusion, and satisfaction swirling within him.

In the bathroom, Mo gently washed Asia, his touch soothing and affectionate. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Asia smiled, leaning into his touch. "Yeah, I'm good," she replied. "That was... intense."

Mo chuckled, kissing her softly. "That's my girl," he said, pride evident in his voice. "You handled it like a champ."

As they finished cleaning up, Mo and Asia returned to the living room. TJ was still there, his expression a mix of bewilderment and contentment. Mo handed him a drink, clapping him on the shoulder. "You good, bruh?"

TJ nodded, taking a sip. "Yeah, I'm good," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thanks."

The three of them sat together, the atmosphere relaxed and comfortable. Despite the unusual circumstances, a sense of camaraderie had formed between them, a bond forged through the intensity of their shared experience.

As the night went on, they talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company, the events of the evening becoming a memory that would forever connect them in a way none of them could have anticipated.