Three, Two, One (321)

Ark responds by pumping his fingers in my pussy a few times and then dragging my slick juices down to my ass. He inserts his finger, parting the muscles and making me cry out.

But I love it. The pain is gone too soon, and the channel is wet and ready when JD positions his cock and thrusts himself inside me.

“Oh, yes,” I moan. It’s pain, but it feels so good. He stretches my ass and then he’s in far enough to get past the constricting muscles and make them relax.

Ark scoots in closer, pumping his cock.

“Camera,” I say. “Get the camera.”

“Fuck the camera,” Ark says. And then he slaps my clit with his dick, making me squeal. A moment later and he’s inside me too. They fill me up. JD pumps slowly from below. Ark thrusts in from above. His chest comes down on top of mine, and then he leans into my ear and whispers so low I can barely hear him over the panting of lust, “I want you.”

I don’t have time to tell him back, or say he’s got me, or anything because JD’s fingers reach around and find my clit. And that’s all it takes. I clench down, making both men grunt and moan from the pressure, and the three of us come together.

One long, simultaneous outpouring of release that hits me so hard, my head spins.

After a few moments of heavy panting JD grabs my tit and squeezes, just as Ark collapses on top of us.

“Get off! You dick!” JD says next to my ear.

Ark rolls over and collapses against the pillow as JD shifts me to the side and hooks his leg over mine, pulling me into his arms. “Don’t move, darling,” he says, still out of breath. “Just stay right there.”

I look over at Ark and I know he’s annoyed with JD’s claiming leg move. He rolls his eyes and starts to turn his back to us. But I reach out and grab his hand and bring it to my lips. “Come closer,” I say, kissing his fingers. I slide my lips around them and suck for a moment.

His eyes light up with his smile. “You’re a dirty girl, Blue.”

I remove his fingers from my mouth. “They taste like me.”

He withdraws his hand, but scoots over just enough to let me cuddle up to his bicep.

And that’s an offer I can’t refuse. It’s a monumental step forward on his part. Letting the three of us sleep together—in his bed—well, it’s more than JD and I ever hoped for when we set this all up before Ark got home.

I wake up smelling like sex.

Blue’s warm body against mine feels so right, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. “Where’s JD?”

“Shower,” she mumbles into my chest.

I open my eyes and check the clock. Eight AM. “Where the fuck is he going?”

“To get breakfast, he said.”

Fucking JD. “Move over, Blue. I gotta go see what he’s doing.”

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and put my face in my hands and try to come to terms with how my life might be changing before my eyes. I’m still naked and I had a threesome with my best friend and a girl I want so bad, it’s making me crazy.

In all four years I’ve been here in Denver, never before have I put my goals at risk. Until now. I’ve always had one eye on the prize. I might’ve taken my time about it but I never walked away from my original goal.

Is this walking away? Will I risk everything just to have this relationship on terms we can all agree to?

Is she worth it?

I look over my shoulder and find her sleeping again. Her mouth is open slightly and her chest is rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm.

She’s worth it.

I don’t know why, I just know this girl is the one. And if I have to play house with JD for a little while to keep her, I will.

I stand up and walk over to my clothes on the floor, drag my jeans on, and go looking for JD. I didn’t see him getting up at sunrise, that’s for sure.

I knock on his door and it opens a crack. “Come in,” he calls.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask, annoyed.

“Get some chow. You got a request?” He pulls a t-shirt over his head and then pulls a clean flannel off the hanger in his closet.

“We can all go together.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Blue said she’s not leaving the apartment.”

“What? Like today?”

“No, like ever. She says she has some phobia about going outside.”

“What? This has gone on long enough. That’s bullshit—”

“Hey,” he says, putting his hands up. “I’m just telling you what she told me. So I’m gonna go out and grab some food and I’ll be back in half an hour.”

“Let’s make food.”

He stops, his foot halfway inside his boot, and shoots me a wink. “You mean like a family?”

“Fuck off.”

JD resumes putting his boots on and then works on buckling his belt before looking back to me. “I’m fine, OK?”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well”—he tucks his wallet into his back pocket—“who cares? I don’t need your permission to go out and get breakfast. I don’t need your permission to go out and do shit you think I’m doing when I’m not.” He stops again, looking me in the eyes. “I’m not doing that. So if that’s what you think, fuck you.”

And then he walks out of the bedroom and I listen to his boots clunk along on the floor until he opens the front door and slams it closed behind him.