Chloe's breath catches. Nova knows exactly what she's doing—she's seen enough in her cam work to understand currency. Liam steps up behind Chloe, his hand finding her lower back. The three of them stand in the doorway, the box between them like a treaty. Nova's smile is careful, knowing.
"I figured we should start on common ground."
Chloe looks at Liam, and his slight nod is all she needs. She steps aside. "Come in."
Nova moves past them into Chloe's room, her eyes sweeping the space with practiced observation—the bed neatly made, the desk cluttered with textbooks, the half-deflated pink balloon resting against the windowsill. She sets the box on Chloe's desk chair and turns, hands clasped in front of her.
"I know this is weird." Nova's voice loses its professional edge. "I mean, I know how this looks. Girl from down the hall shows up with a box and a proposition."
Chloe closes the door. The click echoes in the small room. "What's in the box?"
Nova's grin returns, softer this time. She flips open the lid.
Balloons. Dozens of them, packed tight—reds and blues and purples, a roll of Qualatex 260s, a bag of clear 12-inchers that catch the light like water. At the bottom, a pump and a small tube of lubricant.
"I raided my stash." Nova pulls out a 36-inch clear balloon, letting it unfurl. "Figured if we're gonna talk business, we should have the right props."
Liam's hand tightens on Chloe's back. She feels the heat of him through her shirt, steady and grounding.
"You do this professionally," Chloe says. It's not a question.
"Three years now. Started in high school." Nova shrugs, self-deprecating. "Pays better than the dining hall."
Chloe steps closer to the box, her fingers brushing a purple 260. The latex is cool, smooth, familiar. "And you want us to—what? Be in your videos?"
"Not exactly." Nova sits on the edge of Chloe's bed, crossing her legs. "I want to make content with real people. People who get it. Not actors pretending to be into it for the camera." She looks between them. "You two—you're real. I can tell."
Chloe feels the heat rise to her cheeks. She doesn't look at Liam, but she feels his presence behind her, solid and quiet.
"What would we have to do?" Liam's voice is low, measured.
Nova's eyes flick to him. "Whatever you're comfortable with. Could be you two playing together while I film. Could be solo stuff. Could be just the balloons—no faces, no bodies, just hands and latex." She pauses. "I have subscribers who pay for that alone."
The room is still. Chloe's thumb finds the edge of the purple 260, pressing into the rubber. She imagines it—being watched, being seen, the knowledge that someone out there is getting off on her and Liam and their shared secret.
The thought shouldn't make her wet. It does.
"What's the split?" Chloe asks.
Nova blinks, then laughs. "Straight to business. I like that." She pulls out her phone, taps a few times. "Sixty-forty in your favor. You keep all rights to your image after the first month. I handle editing, distribution, and any legal stuff."
Chloe looks at Liam. His gray-blue eyes meet hers, searching. She sees the question there—are you okay with this?—and she gives him the smallest nod.
"Can we think about it?" Liam asks.
"Of course." Nova stands, smoothing her skirt. "Take the box. Consider it a sample." She moves toward the door, then pauses. "One thing."
Chloe waits.
"I know what it's like to hide this. To feel like you're the only one." Nova's voice drops. "You're not. And the more people who see that it's normal—that it's just another way to be intimate—the less anyone has to hide."
She opens the door. "Text me when you decide. No pressure."
The door closes behind her. The room feels smaller, heavier, the box of balloons like a third presence between them.
Chloe exhales. "Well."
Liam's hand slides from her back to her hip, pulling her gently against him. "You're serious about this."
"I don't know." She turns in his arms, her hands finding his chest. "Part of me is terrified. Part of me..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing.
"Part of you what?"
She looks up at him, her hazel eyes bright. "Part of me thinks it could be hot. Being watched. Knowing someone out there is seeing what we do."
Liam's breath catches. His hands tighten on her hips. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She rises on her toes, her lips brushing his. "But first—"
She pulls back, reaching into the box. Her fingers find the clear 36-inch balloon Nova had unfurled. She holds it up, the latex catching the light.
"I want to see what you can do with this."
Liam's eyes darken. He takes the balloon from her, his fingers tracing the rim. "Just me?"
"Just you." She steps back, settling onto the bed. "Show me."
He holds the balloon up, his long fingers stretching the neck. His focus narrows, the world shrinking to the latex in his hands. He brings it to his lips, and blows.
Chloe watches. The first breath fills the balloon with a soft crinkle, the clear rubber expanding, growing translucent. His cheeks hollow, then swell, each exhale pushing more air into the growing sphere. The balloon swells, the latex thinning, becoming almost invisible save for the faint shimmer of light through the stretched material.
His jaw works. His eyes stay fixed on the balloon, his concentration absolute. Chloe's thighs press together, the sight of him—her shy, quiet Liam—inflating a balloon with focused intensity, sending heat pooling low in her belly.
The balloon reaches full size. He ties the knot with practiced ease, then holds it up. The clear sphere catches the overhead light, casting a faint prism across the ceiling.
Chloe's breath is shallow. "Come here."
He crosses to her, keepin the balloon ouncin on his hand. She takes it, the latex cool and taut against her palm. She brings it to her face, pressing her lips to the smooth surface.
"I love watching you do that." Her voice is muffled against the rubber. "The focus. The concentration." She looks up at him. "It's beautiful."
Liam's cheeks flush, but he doesn't look away. "You make it easy."
She sets the balloon aside, the clear sphere bobbing against the bedfoot. Then she reaches for him, pulling him down onto the bed beside her.
"We don't have to decide tonight," she says, her fingers finding his. "About Nova. About any of it."
"I know." He turns to face her, his hand cupping her cheek. "But I want to know what you're thinking. Really thinking."
She's quiet for a moment. The balloon drifts above them, a ghost of light and latex.
"I think..." She bites her lip. "I think I like the idea of being seen. Of not hiding anymore. But I don't want to share us." She meets his eyes. "I don't want it to change what we have."
"It won't." His thumb traces her cheekbone. "Nothing changes that. Nothing changes us."
She kisses him, soft and slow. The balloon bumps against the floor, a whisper of latex against carpet.
"Okay," she says against his lips. "Let's sleep on it."
"Okay."
They lie there, tangled together, the clear balloon waiting in the floor for them like a patient pearl. The box sits on the desk, its lid open, a promise or a question waiting for morning.
Chloe closes her eyes. She feels Liam's heartbeat against her back, steady and sure.
Tomorrow, they'll decide. Tonight, this is enough.
Morning light spills through the blinds, thin and gray, cutting stripes across Chloe's face. She stirs, her cheek pressed to Liam's chest, his arm heavy around her waist. The room smells like sleep and latex, the clear balloon drifting against the floor like a forgotten pearl.
A knock at the door. Sharp. Insistent.
Chloe's eyes snap open. She lifts her head, blinking, her hair a wild tangle of honey-blonde. "What time is it?"
Liam groans, his hand finding her hip. "Don't know."
Another knock. "Chloe? Liam?" Nova's voice, muffled through the wood. "It's almost nine. You have class in an hour."
Chloe freezes. Her phone is on the desk, face-down. She reaches for it, the screen blazing 8:47 AM. "Shit."
Liam sits up, the sheet pooling at his waist. "We forgot to set the alarm."
"I know." She's already scrambling out of bed, grabbing a hoodie from the floor. "Nova—" She yanks the door open, blinking at the girl in the hallway. Nova stands there in leggings and an oversized sweater, a travel mug in one hand, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun.
"Figured you two might need a wake-up call." Nova's smile is easy, unbothered. "Heard you talking last night. Sounded like a good conversation."
Chloe's cheeks flush. "We—yeah. We talked."
"Good." Nova holds up the mug. "Coffee. From the machine in the lounge. Figured you'd need it."
Chloe takes it, the warmth seeping into her palms. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it." Nova's eyes flick past her, landing on Liam, still half-buried in the sheets. "Morning, Liam."
"Morning." His voice is rough with sleep. He runs a hand through his hair, the chestnut strands sticking up at odd angles.
Nova's grin widens. "You two are cute when you're disoriented." She steps back, hands in her pockets. "I'll let you get ready. But—" She pauses, her tone softening. "I meant what I said last night. The offer's open. No pressure."
Chloe nods, the coffee mug warm against her chest. "We'll talk today. After class."
"Sounds good." Nova turns, her footsteps fading down the hall.
Chloe closes the door, leaning against it. The room is quiet save for the hum of the space heater. She looks at Liam, still tangled in the sheets, his gray-blue eyes finding hers.
"Well," she says, a laugh escaping her. "That was unexpected."
"She brought us coffee." Liam's voice is soft, almost wondering. "That's—nice."
"It is." Chloe crosses to the bed, setting the mug on the nightstand. She climbs back in, her knees brushing his thigh. "We have an hour."
"We do." His hand finds her waist, pulling her closer. "What do you want to do with it?"
She bites her lip, her eyes drifting to the clear balloon still floating overhead. "I don't know. Shower? Breakfast?"
"Both sound good." His thumb traces a circle on her hip. "But first—"
He reaches up, picking up the clear balloon. It wobbles in his hands, responding to his touch, until it's between them, translucent and patient.
Chloe's breath catches. "Liam—"
"I know." His voice is low. "We have class. But I want to start the day right."
She swallows, her pulse quickening. "How?"
He doesn't answer. Instead, he brings the balloon to their lips, pressing a soft kiss to the latex. His eyes stay on hers, a question in them.
Chloe's thighs press together. She reaches for the balloon, her fingers meeting his on the smooth surface. "Okay," she whispers. "But we're going to be late."
"Worth it."
She laughs, the sound bright in the quiet room. She takes the balloon from him, turning and holding it, the clear rubber cool and taut. She presses her lips to it, the same spot he kissed, and feels the warmth of his breath still lingering.
Then she sets it aside, the balloon bouncing on the floor. She leans in, her forehead touching his. "We should probably get dressed."
"Probably."
Neither moves.
Another minute passes, their breathing syncing, the space heater clicking on and off. The coffee grows lukewarm on the nightstand.
Finally, Chloe pulls back. "Shower. Together. Then breakfast."
"Deal."
They untangle, the morning chill biting at their skin. Chloe grabs a towel from the hook, Liam following her into the narrow bathroom. The water hisses to life, steam fogging the mirror.
Under the spray, Chloe presses her palms to the tile, letting the hot water run down her back. Liam steps in behind her, his hands finding her shoulders, his thumbs working circles into the knots.
"You're tense," he says, his voice close to her ear.
"I'm thinking." She leans back into him, the water streaming over them both. "About Nova. About this morning. About—"
"About what?"
She turns in his arms, the water slicking her hair to her face. "About how good this feels. Waking up with you. Having coffee brought to us. Not hiding."
His hands slide to her waist. "It does feel good."
"I don't want to lose it." Her voice is quiet, vulnerable. "Whatever we decide about Nova—about the content—I don't want to lose this."
He kisses her forehead, the water running down his face. "You won't."
She looks up at him, her hazel eyes bright. "Promise?"
"Promise."
They stand there, the water growing cold, neither willing to break the moment. Finally, Chloe laughs, stepping out and grabbing a towel. "We're going to be so late."
"Worth it," he repeats.
She wraps the towel around herself, grinning. "You keep saying that."
"Because it's true."
They dress in a rush—Chloe in jeans and a sweater, Liam in his usual hoodie and jeans. Chloe grabs the coffee mug, taking a long sip before handing it to Liam. He drinks, his eyes closing.
"That's good."
"Nova knows her coffee." Chloe checks her phone. "We have forty minutes. Enough for bagels from the dining hall?"
"Barely." He sets the mug down. "Let's go."
They step into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind them. The transparent balloon drifts on the floor, a silent witness to the morning.
As they walk past Nova's door, it cracks open. Nova's face appears, a knowing smile on her lips. "Have a good class, you two."
Chloe stops. "Nova—"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. For the coffee. For—" She gestures vaguely. "For being cool about all this."
Nova's smile softens. "You're welcome. Now go. We're going to be late."
Chloe laughs, grabbing Liam's hand. They hurry down the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the stairwell. Outside, the morning air is crisp, the campus waking around them. Students shuffle past, coffee cups in hand, backpacks slung over shoulders.
They make it to the dining hall with fifteen minutes to spare. Chloe grabs two bagels, Liam pours orange juice into paper cups. They sit at a table near the window, the sun warming their faces.
Chloe picks at her bagel, her mind elsewhere. "Liam?"
"Yeah?"
"What if we said yes?"
He looks up, his bagel halfway to his mouth. "To Nova?"
"Yeah." She sets her bagel down. "What if we did it? Made content with her?"
He chews, considering. "I don't know. I think—" He pauses, finding the words. "I think it could be fun. If we set boundaries. If we're careful."
She nods slowly. "I feel the same. I like the idea of being seen. Of not hiding. But I don't want to share us." She meets his eyes. "I want it to be ours, even if other people watch."
He reaches across the table, his fingers finding hers. "It will be. Nothing changes us."
She smiles, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Okay. Let's talk to her tonight. Really talk."
"Okay."
They finish their bagels in comfortable silence, the dining hall filling around them. When they step out, the sun is higher, the day stretching ahead.
Chloe's phone buzzes. A text from Nova: *"Coffee was a bribe. No pressure. Just wanted to see your faces in the morning light. 😉"*
Chloe laughs, showing Liam. "She's something else."
He smiles, his arm sliding around her waist. "She's growing on me."
They walk to class, their fingers intertwined, the morning air cool and clean. The clear balloon is still in Chloe's room, waiting for them to return. And somewhere in Nova's room, a box sits open, full of possibilities.
Chloe's thighs press together under the desk, her notes forgotten. The lecture hall hums with the professor's droning voice, but she's not hearing a word—she's thinking about tonight. About Nova watching. About Liam's hand finding her back, warm and sure.
Her phone buzzes. A text from Liam, two rows ahead: *"You're thinking about it too, aren't you?"*
She smiles, typing back: *"How did you know?"*
*"Because you've been chewing on your pen for ten minutes."*
She looks up, catching his eye. He's turned slightly, his gray-blue eyes soft with knowing. She mouths, *"Shut up."* He grins, turning back to his notes.
The afternoon crawls. Chloe's knee bounces under the desk, a restless energy building in her chest. When the professor finally dismisses them, she's out of her seat before the sentence finishes, weaving through the crowd to reach Liam.
"Hey." She falls into step beside him.
"Hey." He slings his backpack over one shoulder. "Ready?"
"Yeah." She swallows. "Nervous. But ready."
They walk in silence through the campus, the autumn air carrying the smell of fallen leaves. Chloe's hand finds his, their fingers lacing together. She squeezes once, and he squeezes back.
At the dorm, the hallway is quiet. Nova's door is closed, but a strip of light glows beneath it. Chloe stops at her own door, key in hand, and hesitates.
"Should we text her?"
Liam shrugs. "She said tonight. It's tonight."
Chloe unlocks the door, pushing it open. The transparent balloon still floats in the corner, a ghost from the morning. She steps inside, Liam following, and sets her backpack on the floor.
Before she can overthink it, she texts Nova: *"We're back. Whenever you're ready."*
The response comes immediately: *"Be there in five. Bring your favorite balloons."*
Chloe's breath catches. She looks at Liam. "She wants us to bring balloons."
Liam's cheeks flush. "I have some. In my room."
"Go get them." Her voice is steady, but her hands tremble. "I'll grab mine."
He nods, disappearing into the hallway. Chloe turns to her closet, pulling out the shoebox where she keeps her stash—a rainbow of latex, some still in their packages, some worn soft from use. She picks a 24-inch clear balloon, a pink heart, and a purple round one.
By the time Liam returns, his arms full of balloons—a 36-inch blue, a red one, a yellow one—there's a knock at the door.
Chloe opens it. Nova stands there, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, her smile easy and warm.
"Hey." She steps inside, her eyes scanning the room, landing on the balloons scattered across Chloe's bed. "Good. You brought options."
Chloe closes the door. The three of them stand in the small room, the air thick with anticipation.
Nova sets her duffel on the floor, unzipping it. Inside, cameras—compact, professional. Lights. A tripod. "I'm not going to film tonight. This is just to see if we're comfortable." She straightens, meeting Chloe's eyes. "But I want to watch. If that's okay."
Chloe's heart hammers. She looks at Liam. His face is pale, but he nods, his jaw set.
"Okay." Chloe's voice comes out steadier than she feels. "We talked about this. We want to start slow. You watch us first. Then—" She pauses. "Then we switch."
Nova's eyebrows rise. "Switch?"
"You and Chloe." Liam's voice is quiet but clear. "I watch. Then you and me. Chloe watches."
A slow smile spreads across Nova's face. "I like that plan." She grabs a small light, setting it on Chloe's desk, angling it to cast a warm glow across the bed. "Whenever you're ready."
Chloe's hands shake as she picks up the clear balloon and undoes the knot. She looks at Liam. He's watching her, his gray-blue eyes dark with want and nerves.
"Together?" she asks.
"Together."
She brings the balloon to her lips. The latex tastes familiar, clean and sharp. She inhales, blowing. The balloon expands, the clear walls growing thin and translucent. Liam steps closer, his fingers brushing hers as he takes the balloon, finishing the inflation. He reties the knot, the rubber taut and perfect.
Chloe sets the balloon on the bed. She reaches for Liam's hoodie, pulling it over his head. He lets her, his breathing quickening. She pushes his jeans down, and he steps out of them, his cock already hard, straining against his boxers.
Nova is silent in the corner, sitting cross-legged on Chloe's desk chair, her eyes fixed on them.
Chloe feels the weight of her gaze. It should make her self-conscious. Instead, it makes her hotter. She turns, letting her shirt fall to the floor. Her jeans follow. She stands in her bra and underwear, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin.
Liam steps behind her, his hands finding her waist and removing the bothersome piece of clothing . His lips brush her shoulder, soft and warm. "You okay?" he murmurs.
"Yeah." She leans back into him. "I'm okay."
She turns, facing him. Her fingers find the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the tip glistening. She wraps her hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his eyes flutter closed.
Nova shifts in her chair. The sound of her breathing is loud in the quiet room.
Chloe lowers herself to her knees. She takes Liam in her mouth, her tongue circling the head. His gasp is sharp, his hand finding her hair, gripping gently. She works him slowly, deliberately, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
He's watching her, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling fast. Behind him, Nova leans forward, her hand pressed between her thighs.
Chloe pulls back, standing. She guides Liam to the bed, pushing him onto his back. She grabs the clear balloon, pressing it against his chest, rolling it down his stomach, over his cock. The latex slides against his skin, slick and cool.
He shivers. "Chloe—"
"Shh." She straddles him, the balloon between them. She reaches down, guiding him to her entrance, and sinks onto him in one slow motion.
They both gasp. The balloon crinkles beneath them, the sound filling the room. Chloe rides him slowly, her hands braced on his chest, her head thrown back. The clear balloon shifts with every movement, the latex whispering against their skin.
Nova's voice is soft: "That's beautiful."
Chloe opens her eyes. Nova is watching, her hand moving faster between her thighs, her lips parted. The sight sends a spike of heat through Chloe's belly. She rides harder, faster, the balloon squeaking beneath them.
Liam's hands find her hips, gripping tight. "I'm close," he breathes.
"Not yet." Chloe slows, grinding against him. She reaches for the pink heart balloon, bringing it to her lips. She blows it up one-handed, the rubber expanding, filling the space between them. She ties it off and hugs it against her chest, the crinkle of latex mixing with their breathing.
She leans down, her lips brushing his ear. "I want Nova to see you come."
His hips buck. She rides him harder, the pink balloon crushed between Chloe and the clear balloon. She feels him tense, his hands gripping her hips, and then he's coming, a low groan tearing from his throat.
Chloe collapses on top of the balloon she is straddling, her body trembling. She kisses his neck, his jaw, his lips. "Good boy," she whispers.
Nova claps slowly, a single, deliberate sound. "That was gorgeous."
Chloe lifts her head, a lazy smile on her lips. "Your turn."
She slides off Liam, grabbing the purple round balloon. She hands it to Nova. "You know what to do."
Nova takes the balloon, her fingers tracing the latex. She stands, stepping toward the bed. Liam shifts to the side, his eyes wide, his breathing still ragged.
Chloe lies back, her legs open. Nova kneels between them, the purple balloon in her hand. She brings it to Chloe's stomach, rolling it slowly over her skin, the latex warm and smooth.
Chloe's breath catches. Nova's touch is different—surer, slower, like she's reading Chloe's body with her fingertips. The balloon slides lower, pressing against her wet clit.
"Can I?" Nova asks, her voice low.
Chloe nods, unable to speak.
Nova pulls Chloe's down, tossing her softly on the bed. She brings the balloon to Chloe's entrance, pressing the latex against her. The touch is electric, the smooth rubber sliding against her slick folds.
Chloe moans, her hips lifting. Nova pushes the balloon deeper, the rubber bulging against her, the pressure building. She moves it in circles, slow and deliberate, watching Chloe's face.
Liam's hand finds Chloe's. She grips it tight, her knuckles white. "Don't stop," she gasps.
Nova doesn't. She presses the balloon harder, the latex stretching, conforming to Chloe's body. Chloe's hips rock against it, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The orgasm builds, cresting, and she cries out, her back arching, her body shuddering.
Nova pulls the balloon away, setting it aside. She leans down, her tongue tracing Chloe's clit, lapping at the wetness. Chloe's hands tangle in Nova's hair, pulling her closer.
"Fuck," Chloe breathes. "Fuck, Nova—"
Nova's tongue is relentless, circling, teasing. Chloe comes again, a second wave crashing through her, her thighs clamping around Nova's head.
When she finally stills, Nova lifts her head, her chin glistening. She grins. "Good?"
Chloe laughs, breathless. "Good."
Nova turns to Liam. "Your turn."
Liam's eyes are wide, his cock already hard again. Nova crawls toward him, the blue 36-inch balloon in her hand. She inflates it quickly, the rubber expanding, growing huge. She ties it off and places it between them, the blue latex a barrier and a bridge.
She straddles him, the balloon pressed against her tits. She reaches down, guiding him inside her, the balloon crinkling as she sinks onto him.
Liam's hands find her hips, his eyes locked on hers. Nova rides him slowly, the balloon shifting with every movement. She leans forward, her lips brushing his. "You feel so good," she murmurs.
Chloe watches from the side, her hand moving between her thighs. The sight of Liam inside Nova, the blue balloon crushed between them, the sounds of their breathing—it's the hottest thing she's ever seen.
Nova reaches for the red balloon, handing it to Liam. "Blow this up."
He takes it, bringing it to his lips. He inflates it while Nova rides him, his breath coming in short bursts. The red balloon grows, and when it's full, Nova takes it, passing it to Chloe who rubs it against herself.
She rides him faster, her head thrown back. "I'm close," she gasps.
"Come," Liam says, his voice rough. "Come for me."
Nova cries out, her body shuddering. Liam follows, his hips bucking, a low groan escaping his throat.
Chloe is already coming, her fingers working frantically, her eyes fixed on them.
They collapse together, a tangle of limbs and balloons. The room is silent except for their breathing, the air thick with the smell of latex and sex.
Nova lifts her head, her smile soft. "So. That was a good start."
Chloe laughs, reaching for Liam's hand. "A very good start."
Nova rolls off, grabbing the yellow balloon. "One more round?"
Chloe and Liam exchange a look. Chloe grins. "One more round."
Chloe pushes herself up, her hand finding Liam's chest. "Wait."
Nova freezes, the yellow balloon half-inflated in her hand. "What?"
"New rule." Chloe's grin is slow, wicked. She reaches for the purple balloon—still slick from earlier—and holds it out to Nova. "You can't kiss me until you blow this up until it pops."
Nova's eyes widen. "That's—"
"Cruel?" Chloe's smile sharpens. "I know."
Liam watches, his cock already stirring again. Chloe shifts, positioning herself over him, her thighs straddling his hips. She sinks down onto him slowly, her breath catching as he fills her.
"Fuck," she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed.
Liam's hands find her hips. "Chloe—"
"Shh." She presses a finger to his lips. "Watch."
Nova stares at the purple balloon in her hands. Her fingers trace the latex, the same rubber that was just pressed against Chloe's cunt. She brings it to her lips, and the first breath inflates it slightly.
Chloe begins to move, her hips rocking against Liam's. Slow at first, a lazy rhythm. Her eyes stay fixed on Nova. "Keep going."
Nova blows again. The balloon grows, the purple stretching, the latex warming from her breath. Her cheeks hollow with each exhale, her eyes locked on Chloe's mouth.
Chloe licks her lips. Just a flick of her tongue, deliberate, slow. Nova's breath hitches, and the balloon deflates slightly.
"Don't stop," Chloe says, her voice a purr. "You're doing so well."
Liam's hands grip Chloe's ass, guiding her pace. She rides him faster, her breath coming in short gasps. But her focus never leaves Nova.
"I want to kiss you so bad," Nova whispers, the words muffled by the latex.
"Then blow harder."
Nova does. The balloon expands, growing huge, the purple translucent. Chloe watches, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her body slick with sweat.
"Liam," Chloe says, her voice strained. "Taste Nova."
Liam's eyes go wide. "What?"
"Taste her." Chloe's grin is breathless. "While I watch."
Nova's eyes widen, but she doesn't stop blowing. The balloon grows larger, the rubber straining.
Liam shifts, sliding out from under Chloe. He moves behind Nova, his hands finding her hips. She's still on her knees, still blowing, her cheeks full of air.
He lowers his head, his tongue tracing her slit. Nova moans, the sound vibrating through the latex. The balloon trembles in her hands.
Chloe watches, her hand moving between her thighs. "Don't you dare come yet," she breathes. "None of us."
Nova's hips press back against Liam's mouth. He laps at her, his tongue circling her clit. Her breath comes in shorter bursts, the balloon growing with each desperate exhale.
Chloe crawls closer, her face inches from Nova's. The purple balloon is between them, huge and taut, the latex stretched thin. Chloe's lips are parted, her breath warm against the rubber.
"You're so close," Chloe whispers. "I can feel it."
Nova shakes her head, a desperate sound escaping her throat. She blows harder, the balloon straining, the purple nearly transparent.
Chloe leans in, her lips brushing the latex. "One more breath."
Nova's lungs burn. Her cheeks ache. But she takes the deepest breath she can, filling her chest until it hurts, and blows.
The balloon expands one final inch.
And bursts.
The crack is sharp, the latex shredding. Nova gasps, the sound raw and desperate. Chloe's mouth finds hers, hungry and fierce, her tongue sliding between Nova's lips.
Nova moans into the kiss, her body shuddering. Liam's tongue pushes deeper, and she comes, her cunt clenching, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Chloe breaks the kiss, gasping. "Fuck—"
"Don't stop," Nova begs, her voice broken. "Please—"
Chloe kisses her again, deeper this time. Her tongue explores Nova's mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Nova's hands tangle in Chloe's hair, pulling her closer.
Liam's hips buck, and he comes, a low groan escaping his throat. His cum spills onto Nova's thighs, warm and wet.
Chloe breaks the kiss, her eyes dark. "My turn."
She pushes Nova onto her back, straddling her face. Nova's tongue finds Chloe's cunt immediately, lapping at her, desperate and eager. Chloe's head falls back, her breath catching.
"Yes," she breathes. "Right there—"
Nova's tongue is relentless, circling her clit, dipping inside her. Chloe's hips rock against her mouth, her fingers tangled in Nova's hair.
Liam watches, his hand stroking his softening cock. The sight of them—Chloe riding Nova's face, Nova's tongue buried in her—is enough to stir him again.
Chloe comes with a cry, her body shuddering. Nova laps at her through the orgasm, not stopping until Chloe pushes her away, gasping.
"Fuck," Chloe breathes, collapsing beside her. "That was—"
"Good?" Nova grins, her chin glistening.
"Perfect."
They lie tangled together, the shredded remnants of the purple balloon scattered around them. The air is thick with latex and sweat, their breathing slow and heavy.
Nova turns her head, her eyes finding Chloe's. "I didn't know I liked kissing that much."
Chloe smiles, her hand finding Nova's. "Neither did I."
Liam shifts, his arm wrapping around both of them. "So. What now?"
Chloe laughs, the sound warm and tired. "Now we sleep. And tomorrow, we figure out what comes next."
Nova nods, her eyes already closing. "Okay."
Chloe presses a soft kiss to Nova's forehead. Then she turns, her lips finding Liam's. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The room falls silent, the only sound their breathing. The balloons lie deflated around them, the evidence of their night scattered across the floor. And for the first time in hours, the thin walls carry nothing but peace.