You sleep deeper than you had expected. When the door opens you don't really wake. Nor does somebody getting on the bed with you really cause the alarms it should. It is only when he is on top of you and between your legs that you actually open your eyes and are back to reality.

"Rickie! What are you doing?"

"I told you she was a dumb shank." This is Beckie again, behind Rickie.

Rickie is more polite "Turnabout is fair play. Since you ate Beckie while I was making love to her, you should let her eat you while I make love to you."

"Wait. That's.." But Rickie's kiss makes it difficult to continue to protest, and difficult to want to as well. You do manage to hold out for a moment as he caresses you, but soon you are caressing him back, and wrapping your legs around him as he gets into position.
You surely don't climax as soon as he thrusts into your needy center, but it seems like it, and you are definitely enjoying every stroke, even when you feel something wet and warm licking your toes...
Beckie! Rickie was talking about her eating you, wasn't he? You didn't agree to this. You have got to get loose and...
And what? Stop Rickie's so wonderful involvement with your body? Assuming you can get loose at all? You already know how helpless a lass is with a lad on top of her. Why not relax and enjoy it? Because it is quite enjoyable...
The immediate result certainly is enjoyable, an overwhelming explosion that leaves you gasping. And it is quickly followed by a mindblowing climax that almost knocks you out. About the only thing you are aware of his Rickie's own climax.
You revive enough to notice Rickie's next spurt and to notice that Beckie has now swallowed most of your legs, which is somehow making everything better. Somehow it seems the time to urge both of them on, at least until Beckie starts having the same problems you were having getting past those bouncing hips. For some reason that seems to make sense at the moment, you urge Rickie to desist for a moment until she gets further on.
Happily he has a better idea. Again you share mutual joy, and a moment of peace, which allows Beckie all the time she needs to get your hips into her throat. Now you are both definitely on the way to her belly.
Not that Rickie lets you think about anything that is minutes away. His thrusts carry you over the top time after time. You think her mouth closes over your head after another four climaxes, but that one was so blindingly powerful, you are not sure if it was third or fifth, much less how long you were out.

You are sure that Rickie is still going at it when you are both fully in her belly, and you are demanding Rickie keep it up until the two of your are soup. Rickie's response is to send you far over the top again.

If Beckie thinks she is getting any sort of revenge against you, you are definitely going to have to insult her again...