Three, Two, One (321)

I can see the lust in her eyes. “I’ll love you, but you have to let me.”

“Fuck me,” she says with even more urgency. “I need it, Ark. I really do.”

I lean down and kiss her mouth. Her hands are fisting my hair now, trying desperately to pull me closer. I put my knee between her legs and she opens them wider for me. Another small squeak escapes, and again, this makes her pause. She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Now,” she says.

“Get yourself off,” I tell her. “Put your fingers inside yourself and get yourself off.”

“No,” she whines. “You said you’d love me like your wife on her wedding night. I want that, Ark. Do it.”

I don’t even know how to answer her, but I don’t have to. Because at that moment, we hear the front door opening.

JD is home.

I flop to the side of Blue and place my hand on her belly as we wait for him to find us. He calls her name a few times and for whatever reason, she doesn’t answer.

But he does find us. He walks into the room and sees us on the bed, naked. My dick is hard and her fingers are between her legs. “What’s this?” he asks, looking at me.

I shrug. “She wants to be fucked.”

“Well.” He puts on his charming smile he uses for all the whores on the street. “I can certainly accommodate.” His hands go behind his neck and he lifts his shirt over his head in one fluid movement. His bare chest is well-muscled from the gym we frequent, and his biceps flex and contract as he unzips his pants and drops them to the floor. He crawls into the bed on the other side of Blue and swipes a stray piece of hair from her eyes. “What’ve you guys been doing?” he asks with a wink.

Blue’s hand rests on top of mine and she squeezes. It’s a request. A plea, maybe. To stay here with them. To be a part of… whatever it is.

“Just getting past the formalities,” I tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smile. “So everyone is satisfied? I’m too late for this party?”

“No,” Blue says. “We haven’t even started.”

He leans down, both hands holding her face like he owns her, and kisses her on the lips. It’s long. And lingering. And hot as hell. Blue draws up a leg and it hits my hard cock, draining the love I was feeling only moments ago and filling me back up with lust.

I know how bad she’s aching. I know she’s got a problem that JD will be very happy to accommodate once he figures it out. And I know there’s no way in hell I’m gonna walk off and let him have her all to himself.

So I scoot back down to her pussy and take a swipe at it with my tongue. She moans immediately. JD squeezes her tits, which only stimulates her more.

“You want to fuck us both, don’t you, Blue? You want to be our house slut?”

“Yes,” she tells him back. “Fuck me, JD. Please. Fuck me.”

JD gets up on his knees and then looks over at me. “Top or bottom, Ark?”

I get up and walk over to the dresser and pull out a video camera. When I turn back to JD and the little red light is on, he smiles. I take a seat on a chair with a good view and point my camera at them. “You first,” I tell him. “Make it dirty.”

I watch them fuck. I get it all on camera. JD rams his cock into her so hard she screams. He shoves his giant cock down her throat so far she chokes.

I fist my dick and pump it the whole time. And after he comes on her face, I stand up, hand the camera to JD, flip her over, shove her head into the mattress, and fuck her in the ass until she collapses underneath me.

If she wants it nasty, I can do nasty.

If she wants to be used like a slut, I’m happy to make her dreams come true.

I slap her on the ass. “Thanks, Blue.”

And then I go back into my bathroom and get in the shower. Feeling more like a dirty whore than she probably does.

JD is the antithesis of Ark. I knew this from the very first moment my eyes met theirs in the rain.

Ark. Serious. Brooding. Intense.

JD. Charming. Happy. Easy-going.

What am I missing? Because Ark and I have two very different takes on JD.

“You wanna go out for some food, Blue?” JD and I are kicking back on the couch and he’s watching some football-related show with his feet up on the steel and glass coffee table. I’m wearing a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. He’s wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. His chest is warm. I know this because my cheek is resting on it right now. He’s clingy. Or maybe I’m clingy and he’s accommodating.

Either way, I like it.

I look up at him and it takes him a second to pull his eyes from the TV. “Hmm?” he asks again.

“Not really. Can’t we stay in?”

He watches a few more seconds of the program and then it goes to commercial. “You’ve been cooped up in here for days. Let’s go somewhere. Tomorrow we gotta work. So I’ll be gone every night until Monday. Let’s go grab some beers or something.”

I shake my head. “I really don’t want to.”

He plays with my hair, letting the long blonde strands slip through his fingers before he reaches the end and they fall back against my face. “What if I get Ark to come? Will you go then?”

I shake my head. I like having them both close, but that’s not enough to get me to leave this house.

“I’ll go grab something,” Ark calls out from his office. He’s been in there all day doing… whatever it is he does. Website building. Or editing porn. “I gotta go by Ray’s anyway.”