Three, Two, One (321)

He stares at me.

“If you want.”

He grins and then he laughs, pushing my chest hard enough to make me step backwards. I grip his neck harder, pressing my thumb against his jugular, just like I did that Gabriel fuck last night. But this time, it’s not out of hate or anger. It’s desire.

“I want to stick my dick so far down your throat, you’ll choke on my cock.”

His grin grows wider. “You want me to submit to you?”

“You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

“Is that the deal then? She submits to me and I submit to you?”

“You both submit to me, JD. I want to collar you too.”

“Fuck you,” he says, stepping back with a laugh.

“Not literally, asshole. But we need to have an understanding. And the understanding is, I’m in control. At all times.”

“What if you’re not there?”

I shrug. “You want to fuck her alone? Because I’m in it for you, just as much as I am for her.”

“Well, yeah. I figure I can fuck her anytime I want. She’s mine too.”

I turn around and walk back to my desk, getting a fresh battery for my favorite camera. “If you fuck her alone, I want it on camera. So I can watch it later.”

“You kinky motherfucker. I never suspected, Ark.”

“Yes, then?”

He rolls his neck and shoulders, like he’s trying to release some tension. “Sure, OK. Like I care if we’re filmed. There’s more than five hundred videos of me on camera already. What’s a few more?”

“And I want you to pose with her. And me. Around the loft. Fucking. Doing normal shit. Whenever. I want pictures. I want memories.”

He shakes his head at me. “Why would I object to that? You want to make sex tapes instead of porn? Fine.”

“And this shit never leaves the apartment.”

“Dude—”

“I mean it, JD. You never let anyone else see her. Or us. Ever.”

“Why would I show her off? She’s on the run from some asshole who would probably like her back.”

I let out a long breath, relief flooding through me. “OK.”

He stares at me for a long moment, and then he laughs the way he does. The way that charms pretty much anyone who has the pleasure of watching him turn it on. “Can we fuck now?”

I reach down and grab his dick, which has softened a little from the conversation.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he moans. I pump him a few times and then pull on his cock, making him take a step forward. “You’re killing me, man. Let’s go.”

I lean in and kiss him again, but this time I don’t bite. His mouth melds with mine, our tongues seeking each other out. And his dick thickens in my palm, so I pull back and grab the camera from my desk. “I want this, JD. Do you understand?”

“I get it,” he says in a whisper. “I want this too.”

“We are not a couple. You and her aren’t a couple. We’re in this together, no matter what.” I don’t wait for his answer, I just tug on his hard cock until he follows me out of my office and down the hallway to my bedroom. When we reach the door, I let go and push him into the room.

I expect a little look of anger from pushing him so hard, so fast. But he handles it like a champ. He walks forward to the bed and I turn the light on as I follow. He gets in on one side, I get in on the other.

And Blue lies between us, her eyes barely detectable in the light that filters through the open blinds of the window. They are filled with questions. And I am nothing but answers.

I pull the covers down, exposing her to the chilled night air. “Spread your legs open for JD, Blue.”

She does it without hesitation, and that makes my cock so fucking hard.

“Lick her until she comes all over your face, JD. And then kiss me, motherfucker. And I better taste that come, or I’ll stand you in the corner and make you watch me fuck her blind from behind.”

Blue whimpers. This is what she wants. What her body craves. Humiliation is something she’s on board with. I said I’d never humiliate her, and I won’t. But I never said I’d spare JD the same fate.

He does as he’s told. He sucks her clit while I film. And when she releases, he kisses me, her come still pooled up in his mouth.

After that it’s a blur of cocks and pussy. Him on top, me on the bottom. Me on top, him on the bottom. His mouth over my dick, me thrusting it down his throat while Blue fingers herself.

By the time they fall asleep, the dawn is upon us. And even though I’m worn out, I’m too amped up with adrenaline to sleep. So I leave them, exhausted, all wrapped up in each other, and take my camera back to my office, so I can turn our fucking into art.

“No,” I tell him, burying my face in the pillow.

“Why?”

“You know why.” I look up at Ark and sigh. He’s so fucking beautiful, I swear. He’s not wearing that pseudo suit today. He’s in jeans. And he’s shirtless. God, they both drive me wild when they have no shirts on. And those tattoos…

All we’ve done for three days is fuck. And I get it, he’s feeling cooped up and wants to get out of the house. But I’m not. I’m feeling safe and comfortable. I’m not going anywhere.

“Blue. You have to leave the house at some point.”

“Not today.”

“Don’t you want to go shopping? Get real clothes? Stop wearing JD’s t-shirts and boxers?”