It’s late when Marino and I arrive at Jessica’s apartment but she seems happy to see us here. She leads us up the stairwell and into her small studio apartment.
“Sorry there’s not a lot of room,” she says with a chuckle.
“Tell me about it,” Marino says. “Three can get crowded sometimes when it’s all jammed into one small area.”
We all laugh.
She twirls around with her arm out and says, “Well I’d give you a tour but this is all there is. My small kitchen is over there and my small bathroom is right there, and this is my living room- slash- bedroom.”
“Thank you for inviting us into your bedroom,” I tell her and we laugh again.
“Were you able to cut off the investigator?” she asks
“Yeah,” I tell her. “He had just stopped by to give us a warning that we had to close soon.”
“How very nice of him,” Jessica says.
“We just got everyone out of there and busted our asses to get over here,” Marino says. “I have to go back soon to finish cleaning everything up but I needed to be out of there myself so it’s a good thing we could come here.”
“Marino and I were thinking of something on the way over here that we wanted to talk to you about,” I tell Jessica.
She nods and we sit down on her bed, each taking one of her hands in ours.
“Since you and Marino were alone together in the VIP room we’re thinking it’s only fair that you and I can be alone together for a little bit when he has to go back to the club tonight,” I tell her.
“Sure,” she says, nodding.
I’m glad that there’s no jealousy or fighting over this issue. I told Marino that this would work out just fine but he always seems to think that something will go wrong.
“So are you ready to go again?” she asks Marino, taking his cock out of his pants.
“I’m always ready for you,” he says.
“And I owe you one,” she tells me, taking off my pants as well.
I love how she’s turned into quite the aggressor. Our shy little Jessica has completely transformed. She obviously goes crazy for some Rossi cock.
She’s on her knees on the floor, sucking my cock and then Marino’s. She moves deftly back and forth, alternating one of our cocks in her mouth with the other. She has one hand on each of our shafts and she jerks one of us off while she sucks on the other one. Then she shoves both in into her mouth and sucks on both of us good and hard.
“I’m close to coming again,” Marino says, grunting out the words.
“Don’t,” she commands. “I need you both inside me again.”
I lie down on her bed and she gets on top of me, facing me. I stuff my hard cock into her pussy. Then Marino gets on top of her and slides his cock in on top of mine.
“Both of your cocks feel so good in my pussy,” she says, moaning.
It’s great to be able to lie down and do this and also not to have to worry about how loud we’re being, like we have to worry about at The Fun House. We take turns pumping our cocks in and out of her and then we do it together, increasing our rhythm and force.
“I’m going to come in your pussy,” Marino says, and I can feel Jessica’s pussy tightening up even more around both of our cocks.
“I’m coming too,” she says.
She grabs onto my shoulders while Marino comes in her and she comes on both of our cocks.
Panting, I tell Marino, “Okay get out of here dude. Get back to the club and finish cleaning up. You had your one on one time with her and now it’s my turn.”
“But that was just…”
Marino begins to protest but then thinks better of it. I can tell he doesn’t want to leave. But I’m excited to just be alone with Jessica.
“Turn over,” I tell her, once he’s gone. “Let me get behind you.”
I fuck her doggy style, my cock cramming into her pussy and pounding it fast and hard. I love to take my cock nearly all the way out of her pussy and then slide it back in, watching myself fuck her. She plays with her clit as I pound her pussy hole, and she says, “I’m going to come on your cock Dante.”
“I’m going to shoot my cum into you,” I tell her.
We both reach climax at the same time and I pull my cock out, watching as my cum dribbles out of her pussy. Then we collapse on her bed and I put my arm around her.
“It’s nice to just lie here in your bed with you,” I tell her.
“Yeah.” She sighs. “I wish Marino could be here. Then it’d be perfect.”
I brush a strand of hair away from her eyes.
“He really didn’t want to leave,” I laugh. “He looked like a puppy dog being forced to wait outside in the rain.”
“Awww,” she says. “He’s a really sensitive soul. I love how he looks up to you. And how sweet he is to me.”
Well, fuck. It’s true that Marino is supposed to be the sensitive one. But I’m falling for Jessica in a way I never have for anyone.
Just the fact that she looks out for Marino like I always have shows me that she’s the right one for me. For us.
“Marino told me a little bit about Samantha,” she says, and I can tell she’s purposefully trying to keep the tone of her voice nonchalant. “She sounds like a real piece of work.”
“I warned him about her,” I tell her, angry all over again at Marino for never listening to me. “It was just supposed to be about sex. He had to go and get his heart involved. Just like he always does.”
“So you didn’t have any emotions towards her?” Jessica asks, and now I can tell that she’s purposefully trying not to sound jealous.
I shrug.
“I mean, in this kind of unique relationship, some sort of attachments are always going to form,” I tell her. “But I don’t do love. Commitment. Relationships. Emotions of any fucking sort. That’s Marino’s territory.”
“I don’t know,” she says, squeezing my hand that’s intertwined with hers. “I feel some emotions of some fucking sort from you. And they’re not just about the fucking, I mean.”
I sigh. I don’t want to fucking go there.
“Well with Samantha it was all about the fucking,” I tell her. “I knew she was scheming for more from Marino and me and her plans didn’t involve love, that’s for sure.”
“Marino says she loved you instead of him.”
She’s looking straight at me now, challenging me for answers.
“She knew I was the harder one to pierce,” I tell her. “Had nothing to do with love. But it broke his fucking heart. And that’s what she wanted.”
“What does she want now?” Jessica asks. “I saw her the first night I was working there, and I’ve seen her several times since. I’m just asking because as we move forward with this relationship I don’t want…”
“You don’t want to be blindsided by not knowing the full truth,” I tell her. “I get it. But you have nothing to worry about. She’s just jealous. She knows we’re with you now and she wants back in.”
“She thinks she can just snap her fingers and you’ll take her back?”
“Something like that.”
It’s almost comical, really. Except it isn’t.
“She thinks everything revolves around her,” I tell Jessica. “She doesn’t get that we’ve moved on. And what we had with her was never like…”
“Was never like what?” she asks, skooching over even closer beside me in her bed.
“Like this,” I tell her, stroking her hair and then kissing her gently and deeply.
“Well I’m not scared of her,” she says. “Next time she comes in I’ll just tell her to fuck off.”
“Now you’re sounding like us,” I tell her, laughing. “But don’t do anything to piss her off further. She’s already threatening to report us and stuff. I don’t even know what she’s up to.”
“Report you to whom? Where?”
Jessica’s back has tightened up now, and I don’t want her to worry. I massage her shoulders.
“Who knows,” I tell her. “Don’t worry about it. I had a great night with you and I just want to concentrate on that.”
“Maybe love is worth taking chances on then,” Jessica says, as she closes her eyes.
Who said anything about fucking love?
But as I lay my head down beside her and drift off to sleep, I know she has only been picking up on the messages I’ve been silently sending her since she walked in as my unsuspecting birthday gift.
Jessica’s right. But I’m not going to tell her just how right she is. Not until I’m sure that this can all work out.