#magicnumberchallenge

Joel and you had never really been official. You never had dinners with friends or family, you only spent some time together. Time that extended more and more in the last months, turning into nights spent at his place or yours. Or into lazy weekends where you barely got out of bed all day, your sweaty bodies heated by the sun rays streaming into the room. Until the night came and the moonlight took over.

You should have seen it coming, though. Joel had always been clear that he didn't want to be in a relationship. And maybe the bond between you was becoming too heavy for his liking. 

However, when the “unofficial” ended, everything felt hollow. Not only because he was probably one of the most perfect guys you had met, attentive and soft, but taking charge when you needed him to. Or because you loved the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulder or your waist when you were walking side by side, showing his inner natural protectiveness. Life lost its color because the physical need of him was starting to eat you alive. 

Now that you weren’t a “thing” anymore, Joel was always on your mind. Especially when you were touching yourself in your bed that still smelled like him, your pussy begging for his cock.

You had a hard time accepting that you were probably the only one feeling that need, considering he was the one that had ended it.

So when you learnt from a mutual acquaintance that Joel was having dinner at the restaurant next to his house on Friday night, you didn’t hesitate to involve Javi.

Javi and you were good friends. Friends with benefits, even, when you weren’t in a relationship, or in something “unofficial”.

Javi, on the other hand, was never in a relationship, it wasn’t his thing. He loved to be free.

You never fell in love with him, probably because you didn't want to be on his long list of heartbroken conquests. Javi always had a different woman on his arm, or a different man to hang out with. He was charming, sensual, full of self confidence, a “go with the flow” type. The most beautiful butterfly. It was out of the question for you to be charmed by the colors of his wings.

You were both ok with the special place you had for each other, and you loved to walk by his side, your arm around his slim waist, his around your shoulder, as if he was your boyfriend and you were his girl. You loved to feel envious glances of women on you in the streets, as Javi threw his both nonchalant and cunty look at them, before kissing your neck to tease them. They would ogle at him, lingering on his black leather jacket, the smell of which you loved so much, and his tight jeans that couldn’t hide the size of the cock resting there. But you were the one he took home to make you come as much as you needed to, until you were panting on the bed while he’d lit a post-sex cigarette. His gaze on you was always soft, tender and sweet when he would kiss your forehead. This was your Javi.

The men's gazes on him weren’t different, and you were amused when some of them had to readjust themselves after an eye-fucking session with Javi. Then he’d just point his chin the bar's bathroom, and they’d join him there.

He was a free spirit, he didn't hide it, and you loved it about him.

On Friday night, shortly before Joel was supposed to arrive, you and Javi were already at the restaurant, the table strategically chosen so Javi could watch the front door and the whole room.

“Late forties, slightly gray hair, ungroomed salt and pepper beard, broad ass shoulders, old green flannel, grumpy type?” Javi asked after you heard the door open, a few minutes later.

“Yep, that's him,” you answered.

Javi's smile widened. “Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he chuckled. “You didn't tell me he was that hot.”

Your dishes had just been served when Javi huffed “Ok, he bit. Did a double take at us and he doesn’t  seem happy,” he smirked. He was way too good at this. Sassy. “I wonder how long it’ll take before he joins us.”

“What? Oh no, I don’t think he’ll do that,” you said, shaking your head.

“Oh, baby… wanna bet?”

You didn’t answer. You just hoped to get on Joel’s nerves a little with this fake date, and hadn’t really imagined he would go that far, but Javi seemed so sure of himself that you had some doubts now.

“Shit, he put the ketchup down on the table so hard I thought the cap was going to pop,” he laughed, unable to hide his amusement, as the idea of ​​Joel being jealous pleased you.

“Ok, let’s tease him a little,” Javi added before wrapping his hand around yours.

“Javi!” you whispered, frowning, but he squeezed your hand, not letting you escape his grip, and looked at you with soft eyes. “Let me deal with it, baby, ok? That’s why you wanted me here, so trust me.”

You heard a loud chair scraping against the floor and then felt Joel’s presence near you. He sat down in the booth, looking at you first, then at Javi.

“Joel?” you said, your voice shaky, unable to hide your surprise at his bad mood. That wasn’t exactly like him. He tried to smile at you but it didn’t really reach his eyes, then turned to Javi, and grumbled “You are?”

“Javi, nice to meet you….?” he replied, waiting for Joel to say his name, smiling and full of charm, in total opposition to Joel's attitude.

“Joel.”

“Well, nice to meet you, Joel,” he said, before lighting a cigarette. “D'ya need some help?”

Javi's audacity was leaving you speechless as your gaze shifted from one man to the other.

“No I don't. Just wanted to say hi to my friend.” 

“You seem too upset for someone who just wanted to say hi to a friend. Don’t you?” He took a drag and blew it towards Joel. “So why don't you stop bullshitting us and tell us why you're here? Because from the way I see it, you look jealous, Joel.”

He was so full of self-confidence, showing no hesitation, no wavering, his eyes fixed on Joel. You on the other hand... you wish you had the ability to snap your fingers and disappear instantly. 

You looked at Joel, who surprisingly had a smile on his face. He was calm, unimpressed, his inner self finally back after this tensed introduction. You relaxed a little, as the pressure left your shoulders.

“You’re gonna tell me what this all is about, sweetheart?” he said softly, turning his gaze towards you. “Because if this guy was really a date… if you didn’t know him, I know you’d tell him to fuck off.”

Javi laughed, always confident in any situation. You, not so much, knowing that Joel had already figured it all out. You sighed, before answering “Javi’s a friend.”

“How much of a friend?”

“A good friend.”

“A good friend,” Joel repeated. “Ok. And you're both here by pure coincidence, or...?”

You looked down at your plate, unsure of how to respond. Being honest and implicitly admitting that you were not over the "ending", or lying. You were lost in your thoughts, knowing that the longer you took to respond, the more obvious the answer was.

You still didn't know what to say when Javi stepped in to help you.

"Oh come on man, stop torturing her."

Joel locked eyes with you as if he was crawling into your soul to find the answers. He frowned seeing what was there, a concern in his expression.

"Wanna come to my place? To talk about it?"

You hesitated. A part of you was glad that he was taking your emotions into account, even if they hadn't been expressed. You looked at Javi and asked him if he could join you, support you if needed, and help you gain perspective. When he nodded, you asked Joel if he was okay with that.

"Sure, sweetheart."

Once at Joel's, he offered you a drink and you all remained silent, until Javi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus, d’ya need me to be your matchmaker or what? What’s wrong with the two of you? But mostly, what’s wrong with you, man?”

“What is wrong with me? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that I happily fuck her each times she calls me. And I’d happily fuck her right now. So what’s your problem?”

“You let him talk about you like this?” Joel asked, turning to you. He clearly had a hard time understanding that you could be friends, but he didn't know Javi like you did, didn't know what he hid beneath his player’s attitude — the most reliable, protective, funniest friend. So emotionally smart that he blew your mind many times by reading people.

“Javi is… Javi,” you answered firmly. “We've been friends for a long time and I love him for being so open minded, for always being there for me, as I hope I am for him. So yeah, it’s ok. I fuck him happily, too, by the way.” 

You couldn't help being harsh, your protective instinct towards your best friend taking over.

“Yeah, you do, baby,” Javi agreed, his smile cocky after hearing your words, checking you out openly before turning back to Joel. “You know what? I think you could be turned on in 2 minutes, if you saw what I’d do to her.”

You expected Joel to tell him to fuck off. You really did. But you realized it wouldn’t happen when you felt the atmosphere in the room change, becoming electric and sticky, and the smirk on Javi’s face showed that he felt it too. 

"I’d kiss her the way she likes to be kissed,” he started to say, eyes fixed on yours. “I’d lick her lips to tease her and I’d feel her breathing quicken. I’d rub my cock against her because she loves to feel me getting hard. And then I’d push her against this table, right here, and I’d know, just by looking at her, if she wanted me to eat her out or to split her open. I’d watch her tits bounce while I fucked her hard and deep. And then I’d make her come on my cock, feeling her squeeze it hard. Feeling her shake. She’d make those little moans that I fed on. And I’d fill her with my cum, because I love to know it would ruin her panties and that each drop would remind her how good I fucked her.”

When he stopped talking, only the squeaking of his leather could be heard in the room. You took a deep breath, swallowed hard and resisted the urge to rush to him. To kiss him. To grab his ass and hold him against you, to feel his hardness. 

“Shit…” Joel gruffed, putting his hands on his hips, his stare moving from Javi to you. You were soaked, a drooling mess, in the room with the two men, not knowing what to expect in that moment. 

“I guess I was right about turning you on in no time. So, Joel… are you gonna watch me do it all by myself, or you gonna join me?”

Joel turned towards you and asked “you’re ok with it?”

“Yeah... Yes, I am. If you are, too.” 

“Alright, then.”

“Come here, baby. Let’s show him how good we are at this.” Javi reached out his hand to you and you took it. He let his leather jacket fall onto the floor, revealing his chest covered by a black t-shirt, and you brushed his pecs.

“Bet you’re already droolin’ for me, after hearing this,” Javi uttered against the crease of your neck, but loud enough for Joel to hear. He smiled, feeling you shiver, running his long, thick fingers down your arms, the fingers that made you come so many times. 

You could feel Joel's gaze on both of you. You wondered if he was hard. If he wanted to keep watching or if he wanted to join you. You heard him growl and your pussy clenched with need of being filled.

You smiled back at Javi. He was right, you two were good at this. Everything was so easy, so known, so healthy, your bodies speaking their own native language without words being necessary. Even though Javi loved to express his feelings, it was always just a bonus. That always made you even hornier.

“Yeah… and I bet you’re already hard for me,” you replied, brushing his cheek with your digits, looking at his beautiful face. You loved every single inch of that man, every cell of his body and brain.

“Damn right, I am.”

You kissed his torso after taking off his t-shirt, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. 

You loved his scent, the softness of his skin, its taste. And you loved his innate impatience, slightly restrained with tenderness when his hands were on you. 

It could have been so easy to forget that someone else was there at that moment, but not when it was Joel. When you looked at him, he understood the unspoken, pulled his shirt off and moved closer, urging you to tilt your face up with his fingers. You kissed him, finally feeling his warm, plushy lips on yours, still pressed against Javi, who kissed your neck then lingered on it with his moustache, and your eyes closed in pleasure under their embrace.

Javi slid behind you, roamed your body with his hands from your hips to your breasts, while you were making out with Joel.

Javi slowly undressed you, then brushed your wet folds with his fingers and pressed his hard-on against your ass. Your legs weakened and you squeezed Joel's t-shirt with your fist, holding on to it. For the thousandth time since the beginning of your friendship, you told yourself that Javi was a sweet menace, the definition of sensuality and a call to sin. You were lucky to have a special place in his life.

“Feel it?”

“Hard to miss it, Javi,” you tried to chuckle, but moaned instead when your friend’s fingers caressed your cunt and Joel pushed his tongue into your mouth, his hands on your waist, his crotch pressing against you, too. 

“Oh god,” you whined, as a part of you wondered if it was all a dream, if you were going to wake up soaked and alone in your bed.

Javi nibbled on your shoulder, and the slight pain confirmed it was real, you were really standing between these two men. You sighed with pleasure and kissed Joel again, your hand cupping his hard cock in his jeans. 

“I love when you’re dripping for me… for us,” Javi murmured in your ear, pushing a digit in your drooling heat. “Are you into men, too, Joel?” he asked, kissing your shoulder then your neck.

“It’s been a while since the last time, but… Yeah.”

“Good. ‘cause you’re fucking hot,” your friend said, grabbing the back of Joel’s neck and crushing his lips against his over your shoulder, flooding your underwear with a new wave of arousal. You kissed Joel's cheek as they were making out, until your tongue gravitated to theirs. 

“I understand why you’re so into him, baby,” Javi breathed out, parting from you two. 

You locked eyes with Joel and felt heat reaching your cheeks when he smiled. Javi had many qualities, but subtlety was not one of them.

“Where’s your bedroom, Joel?”

“Over there,” he replied, leading the way.

Javi took your hand when you walked through the door, and led you to the bed as if it were his own room. He lay down on it, pulled you towards him, and Joel followed. You three began kissing, lips crushing on others in a hot dance, until Javi took your nipple in his mouth, sucked and nibbled on it gently, making you moan into Joel's mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled, slidding his palm to your crotch, and you pushed your hips upward to relieve the pressure that was driving you crazy. He chuckled against your lips, his fingers gliding easily over your soaked folds. 

Javi sat up to push your knees apart and leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, his lips getting closer and closer to Joel's fingers buried in your pussy. He licked your folds and the other man's fingers, before sucking on your clit.

His tongue played with your cunt, moving up and down, pushing in between the digits.

“It’s turning you on, baby, having your pussy eaten right in front of your ex?” he teased, making your whole body tremble as you whimpered against Joel’s neck.

"He’s right. You’re soaking my fingers, sweetheart," the man chuckled, but his breath suddenly hitched when Javi cupped his bulge. He kissed your stomach and straightened up, and you were about to beg him to go down on you again when Javi unbelted your ex’s jeans and took off his clothes just like he did with yours. Javi let out a slow whistle, one eyebrow raised, appreciating the sight of Joel's naked body.

Joel's hard cock was twitching against his lower abdomen, its red tip oozing. His massive balls rested against his broad thighs. How many times had you stared at his body, just like Javi in that moment, your mouth suddenly dry at the sight of him?

Your clit throbbed, as Javi’s face was inches from Joel’s shaft. They were the most gorgeous men you had ever seen, and you wanted them to feel good. So you watched, mesmerised, your fingers replacing Joel’s in your cunt and then fucking you slowly.

“Well shit, Joel… I really wanna suck your dick, now,” Javi said looking up at him, making sure that Joel was into it. 

“Go ahead.”

Javi spat in his hand and started jerking your ex off, smearing the precum with his thumb. When Javi took him in the mouth and his head began bobbing on his shaft, Joel quickly muttered a set of “fuck” and “shit,” one hand placed on the back of Javi’s neck, the other clenching the sheets.

Your fingers were moving back and forth between your folds, your empty pussy drooling on the bed, but you didn’t care about it, focusing only on the two men lying right beside you.

The glance Javi gave you looked like an invitation and you leaned down to lick Joel’s balls at first, then under them, where the skin was so delicate, and Javi moved them up to give you full access. His saliva flowed down to your throat when you took them in your mouth then licked the thick shaft. You took turns sucking Joel off, tangling your tongues on the way, turning your ex into a needy, whimpering and grunting mess.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby, you know that?” Javi told you and the corners of your lips rose up as the flat of your tongue was moving up to Joel’s tip. "It's time to take care of you," he added, pushing you onto your back and lying down next to you. “Want you to come on his tongue.”

A strand of his hair fell on his forehead and you played with it a little, savoring your special closeness once again, grateful to know his tender side. He always looked at you as if you were the only woman he would always come back to, without ever asking for anything in return. You brushed his cheek and your thumb lingered on his lips. He was beautiful.

“You’re gonna make me really jealous,” Joel growled, pushing your thighs wide apart. His broad shoulders settled into your favorite place and Javi kissed the corner of your lips, listening to your moans when Joel let his saliva slide from his lips to your pussy.

You nibbled on Javi's lip when Joel grasped the back of your thighs and pushed them toward your chest to open you fully for him. He dragged his tongue over your soaked folds, reaching your throbbing clit. You squeezed Javi's biceps when his hand moved south, and you heard a sucking sound. A single thought of Javi’s finger between Joel’s lips, the sensuality of it, made you melt and you shivered when Javi brushed your bud softly with his wet digit while Joel was lapping at your cunt. You were feeling dizzy, limbs limp under their fingers and mouths, reduced to a moaning, weak mess between the two men who wanted you to feel good, too. 

You clinged to Javi, lulled by his praise, half in  English, half in Spanish, and then you came hard, your hips rocking towards the men, moaning into Javi’s neck who kept telling you, “you’re ok, baby, you’re ok. We got you,” until you stopped shaking. 

Your friend stood up and lit a cigarette when Joel crawled up your body and lay between your thighs. His gaze on you was soft. You loved feeling his weight again, his arms wrapped around you, creating a bubble where you always felt safe. You took his cock and nestled it at your entrance, just to make him push your folds apart with his fat tip. Just to feel him again.

“You missed him, baby? Missed my cock? That's why you planned that restaurant thing?”

“Yeah, I missed him. Missed having you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you know… I didn't back up because I didn't want you anymore. I backed up because I liked you too much.”

His eyes fixed on you were still warm but gradually they filled up with fire and intensity when he pushed inside you and didn’t stop until he bottomed out, the stretch making you whimper. You kissed him to forget about all the questions swirling in your mind, at least for a moment.

“OI! love birds? My dick's gonna get limp as fuck if you keep up this soft shit, jeez…” Javi grumbled, discarding his jeans and sitting against the headboard, cigarette between his lips. He was shameless, his gorgeous cock hard against his lower belly, wriggling as if begging for your lips. It was massive, too, in the same proportions as Joel's, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to have those two men with you right now.

“Commando… Why am I not surprised?” Joel smirked before looking back at you. “Wanna take care of him while I’m fucking you, baby?”

Your mischievous smile shifted to Javi. Yeah, you wanted to take care of him, wanted them both inside you. 

“Hands and knees for me, then.”

You put yourself on all fours and ran your tongue over Javi's shaft, pushing your ass out, allowing Joel to align himself and thrust in, as you took Javi into your mouth.

“Fuck, I missed your cunt, baby. You have no idea.” He pumped his cock in and out, clinging at your hips, his massive balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. He was going deep, and he was doing it slowly, to make you feel every inch of his cock.

You moaned, Javi’s tip between your lips, and he caressed your cheek, his ridiculously handsome face tilted down to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, your mouth full of my cock. Pussy full of his. You’re doing so good, baby.”

His praise bewitched you, as Joel dug his fingers into your hips, holding you as he wished, rolling his hips against your ass.

“Tell me how it feels.”

You licked his shaft again, before stuttering “g- good. Fucking… good.”

“He’s big, right? I bet he’s stretching your little cunt wide open with his big dick.”

“Yeah… yeah, oh fuck!! He’s… he’s so big, Javi. You should… maybe you should try him.”

He smiled and looked at Joel. “If he’s able to leave this perfect hole to let me fill it, and if he wants to… why not?”

“Oh I want to, Javi. Lemme just…- oh, sweetheart, fuck! Easy, baby…. you’re squeezing me so hard, fuck… lemme just fuck her a little more,” Joel panted.

Javi slid beneath you until his body was aligned with yours, and Joel adjusted the position but didn’t stop pushing in. Your pussy was rubbing against Javi’s shaft, as you were licking at his lips, his tongue until your groans increased.

“You’re gonna come like that baby? Gonna give us another one?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, brushing your throbbing clit against him, covering him with your wetness that was dripping non-stop.

“F… fuck, Joel…” you breathed, eyes closed.

“Come on, baby, soak me. Lemme take my turn with you.” You moaned at the idea of them taking turns between your thighs, and clenched on Joel’s shaft, still humping against Javi.

“Oh fuck!! Fuck, fuck… I gotta… fuck I gotta pull out, shit…” Joel said, almost whimpering, hands still gripping your flesh, hips still thrusting in and out, before he finally pulled out.

“You're ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck…. I… fuck…”

“Lay on your back for me, baby. We’re not done with you.”

You shifted position and watched Joel open his nightstand drawer, pull out a tube and coat his cock with the lube.

Javi lay between your legs, his head diving in to lick a long stripe between your folds, making him growl and mumble. “You taste like him. Always taste so fucking good, but I love to taste him on your cunt.”

“J… Javi,” you stummered, voice weak.

“Tell me,” he whispered, nose grinding against your clit, tongue fucking your dripping hole.

“Too… too much…”

“Really?” he smirked. “Why are you rubbing against me then?”

“I… fuck…” You grabbed his head, pulling him closer, the exquisite blend of mild pain and pleasure mingling together.

Joel's broad body appeared behind him, and your friend groaned at the touch of the lube-covered finger.

“Give him one more, sweetheart. You know you can give us more.”

Javi's grunting between your folds increased. You wondered how many fingers Joel was pushing in. One? Two? Another orgasm built in your core at the thought, your fingers digging into Javi's scalp, and you rolled your hips even harder than 10 seconds before.

“You’re so close, so fucking gorgeous like that. Wide open for us.”

His praise made you come on Javi’s tongue, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes onto the pillow. Javi crawled up to you, eyes dark, hair disheveled, drunk on your juices. He slid his tip along your folds, all the way to your clit and you shuddered at this new overstimulation, spreading your thighs wide, giving him full access. He pushed in and you felt whole again. Filled like you needed to be. 

“Fuck… always so fucking perfect for me. So wet. He fucked you real good, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he always does. You liked watching me getting fucked, Javi?”

He didn't respond right away, feeling Joel kneel behind him. “Answer her,” your ex said in a low, velvety voice.

“I loved it. Loved to see you fall apart in my arms. Loved to see you take it, how breathless you were.”

“You’re gonna be breathless too, soon,” you said when Joel placed one hand on Javi's hip.

“You want me there, Javi?”

“Shit, yeah,” he groaned and Joel pushed in slowly, making room for his cock.

“Kiss me. Kiss me. Let me feel you fall apart, too.”

“Oh fuck…”

“I know, baby, I know. You’re gonna feel so good soon. Let him in. Let him in, Javi.”

You knew that Joel bottomed out when Javi did the same inside you, driven by Joel's pace, his body quivering and shaking. 

“Feel good?”

“Fuck… yeah. Shit.”

Joel picked up the pace, his eyes fixed on you. Yours were moving from one man to the other.

“You’re gonna come, Javi? Gonna fill my cunt?”

He nodded, unable to answer, his face twisted with pleasure. Joel's broad shoulders tensed, while his hands gripped Javi harder. One on his hip, the other on his shoulder for leverage. Javi was thrusting into you at the same pace Joel was sinking into him. You licked Javi's neck before nibbling on his earlobe.

“Babe…” he whined.

“Give it to me, Javi,” you said, eyes fixed on Joel. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna come….”

Javi moaned as his cum coated your walls, and didn’t stop humping you until you milked his cock to the last drop, the jolts of his body beneath your fingers and between your thighs then slowing down before they stopped. 

Joel was chasing his climax, thrusting hard and deep, hands on Javi’s hips. His jaw clenched and his body tensed, the veins in his neck bulging, as he threw his head back in pleasure when he bottomed out one last time. He froze, groaning, his large hand gripping Javi's shoulder tightly.

“Fuck,” Javi groaned, before they pulled out and plopped on the bed, Javi between the two of you. You were catching your breaths, bodies covered in sweat.

“See? Told you to trust me, baby, there at the restaurant,” Javi smiled and raised his arm for you to curl up against him. 

“I’m glad I did,” you said before kissing his chest. 

Your hand brushed Javi’s belly then reached Joel, and grabbed his side. He smiled at you.

You didn't know what your future held with those two men, but the weekend was just beginning.

part 2

More Javi x reader x Joel: Blackmail series (different AU)

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He brings your panties to his face, pressing it against his nose and inhaling the scent of you in, his eyes rolling back when he breathes in your essence. “Fuck,” he whispers, voice strained. "They're still so soaked."

Your fingers dig into the soft muscle of his thighs stabilizing yourself so you can slowly let the warm, heavy weight of him fill your mouth. He stretches your mouth, your throat relaxing to let him push himself deeper. He groans out a long "fuuuuuck" that makes your pussy clench as the pad of his thumb presses against the divot of your cheek as you hollow them, sucking and slurping, staring into his eyes as the joint hangs from his lips.

The straps of your dress slip down as you reach back, struggling to unzip the back of it as your mouth stays on Dieter’s cock.

A sudden woosh of chilled night air hits your heated skin when the heavy, wooden front door swings open. Your eyes widen in shock as the tall, broad-shouldered sillhouette of a man fills the doorframe.

Clint. Dieter’s ever-present shadow, his personal bodyguard, the opposite of your boyfriend. Intimidating, gruff, and serious, now stands frozen in the doorway. His face shifts from neutral professional to something darker and primal as he takes in the scene before him.

You, on your knees, Dieter’s cock in your mouth, your dress hiked up your back exposing your bare ass, while Dieter stands unabashedly naked. You immediately try to pull away, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Dieter’s hand plants against your skull firmly.

“It’s okay baby, Clint wants to see you like this. Don’t you Clint?” he asks, looking over towards the menacing force of a man. Dieter doesn’t seem to mind, a lazy smile spreads across his face as he takes another hit from the joint.

Clint steps inside, out of the shadows, closing the door behind him. “Sir,” he says gruffly, now standing so close to you, you can feel his domineering presence, smell the scent of his leather jacket mixed with heady scent of Dieter’s smoke. He doesn’t move, he just stands there, his hands planted against his belt buckle, his dark eyes focused on you.

Your pulse quickens at both men’s attention. Dieter’s grip on your hair loosens slightly, allowing you to pull away, but there’s something in the way Clint’s watching you, that holds you in place.

"See how beautiful she looks?" Dieter asks, running his thumb across your bottom lip, slick with saliva. "I've never seen anyone take me so well."

Clint takes a single step forward, then another. The heavy thud of Clint’s boots matches the heavy thud of your heart against your chest. His shadow overtakes you, you forget how to breathe around Dieter’s cock as you feel Clint’s hand grab a strand of your hair and pet it.

“She’s perfect,” Clint says, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

Dieter chuckles, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. "You've been watching her for months, haven't you? I've seen how you look at her when you think I don't notice."

“Mm,” Clint lowly hums an affirmative noise.

“You like watching how she sucks my cock?”

Dieter gently taps against your head reminding you to move, you obey immediately, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue.

Clint’s rough fingers thread into the hair against your scalp, joining Dieter’s, as if he can’t deny himself.

“Go ahead baby, show Clint how good you are. Show him what the pretty mouth can do.”

Both of their hands guide you along Dieter’s length. Pushing you all the way down to the base of him dark with curls, saliva pooling in your mouth as you slightly gag, your wide eyes staring up at Dieter unblinking with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he watches you deep throat his cock. Clint’s grip is firmer than Dieter’s, less forgiving, as he pushes you forward.

The marble floor is hard against your knees, but you welcome the discomfort as your thighs clench together, slick with arousal for the two men. You’re writhing, as both men pull against your hair in tandem, making you suck and slobber all over Dieter’s cock. You accept their power, moaning around Dieter's cock, the vibration making him hiss through his teeth.

“I think you like watching her,” Dieter says with a arrogant smirk. “I think she likes you watching. Don’t you baby? You like having an audience?”

You manage a small nod against their hands, writhing on your knees, hands clamped around Dieter’s thighs, trying to balance yourself as you pray for a taste of friction against your cunt.

You can feel the tension in Clint’s body without even looking at him, much different than Dieter’s unworried stature.

“Looks like you’re suffering down there, aren’t you babygirl?” Clint grits, you can feel his labored breathing behind you.

You whimper along Dieter’s cock before he pulls himself out of yout mouth. “Answer him,” Dieter commands.

“I am,” you respond breathless.

“Good girl,” Dieter praises. “Clint, you think you can take care of my girl?”

“I think I can Mr. Bravo.”

"Please,” you plead.

You feel Clint's heavy boot sliding forward between your knees, pushing them apart. The toe of it nudging at your inner thighs.

“Spread wider for me,” he commands. The gravel of his voice causes a new gush of want to spill out of your pussy.

You obey instantly, your legs trembling as you let your knees slide against the floor, widening to let Clint position his boot directly beneath you.

Hard leather presses against your cunt, a gasp leaving your lips as Clint applies just enough pressure. You feel exposed, vulnerable, caught between the man you love and his powerful bodyguard.

Clint begins to rock his foot slightly, your wetness covering the leather. You moan, grinding your cunt down, relishing in the friction from the leather.

“That's it, babygirl," Dieter encourages, his hand guiding your mouth back to his cock. "Show Clint how good you can be for both of us."

You’re dizzy between eagerly taking Dieter back between your lips as the tip of Clint’s boot rubs against your swollen pussy.

Clint’s hand tightens in your hair, his breathing growing more ragged behind you. “Look at her, she's soaking my fuckin’ boot.”

“She’s a greedy girl,” Dieter chuckles, tapping your cheek affectionately as you hollow them around him. "Aren't you, baby?”

You nod eagerly around Dieter’s cock as you look up at him with veneration. Your movie star boyfriend, too cool and calm to care that another man’s boot against your pussy is making you squirm.

“Tell her what you want to do to her,” Dieter regards to Clint, low and commanding. “She likes it when you talk.”

Clint's hand slides from your hair down to your neck, his calloused palm wrapping around your throat from behind. Not squeezing, just holding you there, reminding you of his strength as his boot continues to press against your aching center.

"I want to watch her cum on my boot first. Then I want to taste her ‘n clean her little cunt off.”

Your entire body shudders at his filthy words. A moan vibrates around Dieter’s length as Clint’s grip on your throat tightens just enough to make your pulse beat harder.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Dieter asks, his thumb tracing your stretched lips. “Another man’s mouth all over your pretty pussy.”

You nod desperately, grinding harder against Clint's boot. Your thighs tremble, dress bunched around your waist as you rock shamelessly against the leather.

"Look at her," Clint grunts. "Fucking desperate for it."

Frantically nodding, your hips swirling down, working in earnest against Clint’s boot as your mouth worships Dieter’s cock. Clint’s hand around your throat sends currents through your body, making you feel owned and possessed by both men.

“She’s close,” Dieter groans. "I can tell by the way she's sucking me. Gets sloppy when she's about to cum."

Clint increases the pressure of his boot, angling it so the hard edge presses directly against your clit. "Cum for us," he orders. "Show us what a good girl you are."

Your body responds instantly to his command, crying out around Dieter’s cock as your orgasm given to you by both men crashes into you. Your pussy gushes out against Clint’s boot as he continues to rub it against you. Your eyes rolling back as your release washes over you in overwhelming waves.

"That's it," Clint grits, his grip on your throat tightening slightly as you ride out your orgasm. "Give it to me."

Dieter pulls out of your mouth, letting you gasp and cry out properly as your body convulses. "Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he admires, stroking your hair tenderly as you collapse forward, catching yourself on your hands.

Clint moves his boot from between your legs, before he kneels behind you, gripping your hips. "Sir?" he asks, looking to Dieter for permission.

"She's all yours," Dieter says as he lazily strokes his cock, still wet with your spit. "Show her what you've been thinking about all these months."

Clint wastes no time, flipping you onto your back against the cold marble floor. He looms over you, a fire in his eyes. His usuaully stoic face is transformed with hunger, jaw clenched tight as he stares down at your disheveled form.

"Been watching you parade around in those little dresses," he says, resting his large hands on your knees. "Listening to you moan through the walls when he fucks you."

You’re heaving for air as you watch him take you in, slowly spreading your knees apart exposing your glistening pussy. Your dress is bunched around your waist, straps hanging off your shoulders, your tits spilling from the top of your low neckline.

“Look how pretty my girl is,” Dieter muses, sitting cross legged on the floor next to you, his joint still burning between his fingers as he watches. “All swollen and ready for your tongue Clint.”

Clint doesn't respond with words. Instead, he lowers himself to his knees, his broad shoulders forcing your legs wider as his rough hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly off the cold marble.

“Let me taste what’s yours, sir,” Clint growls, his possessive, hot breath searing against your pussy.

“Oh god,” you whimper as Clint lowers his face between your thighs. The first dash of his tongue makes you arch your back.

While Dieter's tongue is playful and teasing, Clint's is methodical and precise, flat and firm as he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Jesus,” you gasp, one hand grasping Clint’s slicked back hair while the other finds Dieter’s soft thigh beside you.

Dieter strokes your hair as he watches Clint devour you. “Let him hear how good he makes you feel. Say his fucking name for me.”

“Clint,” you moan.

Clint groans against your flesh, vibrating against your cunt. His mouth works against you with precision making your thighs quiver around his head.

“Give her more,” Dieter directs. Clint immediately obeys, sucking your clit between his lips, his large hands gripping your thighs, spreading you wider as his tongue delves deeper. He's relentless and focused, his dark eyes occasionally flicking up to watch your face contort in pleasure.

"Look at her," Dieter says lazily, taking another hit from his joint as he strokes your hair. "So fucking beautiful when she's getting her pussy eaten. In fact...” Dieter says, climbing across the floor and laying down next to Clint. “Move over, share my girl with me.” Dieter grins lazily, nudging his shoulder.

It’s almost comical watching two broad shouldered men try to fit in between your thighs, your muscles burning as both men stretch each leg open with a gripping hand.

A twitch of frustration passes through Clint’s usually stoic features before it turns into lust as two tongues work against each other lapping and sliding across your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you cry, clutching Clint’s hair with one hand as the other grips Dieter’s.

It’s obscene, the wetness between your legs being shared by them both as they devour you.

“I— I can’t—“ you stammer, struggling to breathe through it. Your body twitches, trying to pull away but Clint’s firm hands hold you in place.

"Yes, you can," Dieter says, his voice commanding even though he sounds just as wrecked as you. “And you fucking will.”

The two men create a rhythm against your swollen flesh that has you writhing between them, your body suspended in their grip.

Their tongues dance around each other, sometimes meeting in the middle against your flesh. Clint’s strong hand grips your thigh with bruising intensity while Dieter’s hand softly holds your thigh, trailing his hand teasingly along your inner thigh.

You’ve never made these noises before, crying, keening and wallowing both men’s names.

"Watch," Dieter commands, and you force your heavy eyelids open to see him slide two fingers inside you while Clint focuses on your clit. The visual alone—Dieter’s soft waves of chaos mixed with Clint’s perfectly swept back hair working together between your thighs—nearly makes you cum.

"I can feel her tightening," Dieter growls. “She’s close.”

Clint responds with a deep groan that reverberates through you. His dark eyes locking with yours as his tongue works faster.

"That's it," Dieter encourages, his fingers fucking you faster. "Give it to us, baby. Let us feel you”

The pressure inside you builds. You’re caught between the two men—Dieter’s fingers stretching you open, Clint’s steady tongue, two pairs of dark brown eyes watching you, the cool marble against your hot skin. It’s all too much.

“I’m—I’m…” you moan, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as your orgasm builds within you.

"Say our names," Dieter commands.

"Dieter," you gasp, your voice breaking. "Clint—oh god, Clint!"

The dam walls shatter. Your orgasm crashes through you with devastating force, your body arching off the floor as you’re pulled under by both men.

Dieter slides his fingers out of your quivering cunt with deliberate slowness, the wet sound echoes in the marble entryway. Your release coats his fingers, glistening in the dim light as he holds them up between himself and Clint.

"Look what she gave us," Dieter purrs as he presents his fingers to Clint. Your slick drips down toward his wrist.

Clint's usually impassive face transforms, his dark eyes fixating on Dieter's hand with an almost religious intensity. He leans forward slowly, his broad shoulders shifting between your spread legs.

"Go ahead," Dieter encourages, a lazy smile playing across his lips. "Taste what's ours."

Clint's large hand wraps around Dieter's wrist, steadying it as he leans in. His lips part, revealing the pink of his tongue before he takes Dieter's fingers into the heat of his mouth. Your breath catches at the sight—Dieter's fingers disappearing between Clint's full lips.

Clint's eyes lock with Dieter's as he sucks, hollowing his cheeks around Dieter’s fingers, just as he watched you do earlier.

Dieter groans as Clint’s tongue works between his fingers, cleaning every drop of you from his skin. You watch, enamored by the scene—big, strong and intimdating Clint sucking your boyfriend’s fingers before he releases them with a wet pop.

“She's delicious isn't she?” Dieter asks with a cocky smile.

“Better than I imagined,” he rumbles.

You’re still sprawled on the marble floor, dress in disarray, body shivering with aftershocks from your orgasm. They both watch you, your chest heaving, eyes wide, and mouth agape.

"Look at her," your boyfriend admires. "Fucking wrecked and we've barely started."

His bodyguard growls low in his throat as he rises, standing over you, his prescence large and controlling as he begins unbuckling his belt.

Dieter crawls across the floor, gathering you in his arms, holding you against his chest as he sits cross-legged on the marble with you perched atop his lap. He grabs the hem of your dress lifting it over your head.

“You want to suck him, babygirl?” Dieter asks against your ear, his hands roaming your naked body. “You want to feel Clint’s cock inside your pretty mouth?”

You moan out a long yes, as Dieter’s hands cup your tits.

Clint’s eyes don’t leave yours as his hands work at his zipper, lowering his fly.

“She’s eager Clint, look how she’s watching you.”

You’re squirming on Dieter’s lap, his cock pressing hard against your lower back as he licks a line across your neck.

You feel each heavy step in your body as Clint slowly prowls over, the top of his jeans opened, the metal of his belt clinking with each step.

He stops in front of you, staring down at you. “Open,” he commands.

You instantly obey, parting your lips as he frees himself from his boxer briefs.

Fuck, he’s just like Dieter, but a little thicker and longer, with a prominent vein running along the shaft. A bead of precum glistens just for you as your tongue darts out to taste him.

Clint hisses through his teeth as you tongue at his tip, his hand immediately coming up to tangle into your hair.

"Such a good girl," Clint praises.

“She is, isn’t she?” Dieter asks, his hand sliding up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face upward. “You like how my girl’s mouth feels?”

Clint hums an affirmative as you part your lips wider, letting him feed his cock into your mouth inch by inch. He’s heavier, more insistent than Dieter as your jaw stretches to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” Clint snarls. His stoic composure cracking as your warm mouth envelops him.

Dieter chuckles against your ear, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips. "She's good at taking cock, isn't she? Should see how she takes it in her tight little pussy."

Clint’s hips jerk forward when he feels the vibration of you moaning at Dieter’s filthy words.

He glides his cock deeper into your mouth as Dieter’s fingers trail along your body, pinching and pulling at the stiff peaks of your nipples.

You’re pinned between them again—Clint’s cock heavy on your tongue, Dieter’s cock jutting into your back.

Clint’s head tilts back, a long, low groan slipping out as he begins to fuck slowly into your mouth. “Feels so fuckin’ good,” he growls, eyes half-closed in pleasure you’re providing him. “Better than I thought it would.”

Clint’s fingers splay across the back of your head, guiding you, controlling the movement as he thrusts. He handles you with the same commanding intensity you see him excude everyday.

Each time he eases his length from your mouth, you gasp a quick breath before he fills it again.

“You like that? My pretty girl likes getting used by us?” Dieter nips at the shell of your ear.

Clint's hips rock faster, his grip on your hair tightening as he fucks into your mouth.

Dieter's hand slides down to the apex of your thighs. “Spread for me, baby,” he whispers against your ear.

You stretch out as much as you can on top of his lap. Dieter hums his approval as his fingers trail between your folds.

"Mmm, sucking Clint's cock is getting you all worked up again, isn't it?" he muses, slowly circling your clit with the pads of his fingers.

You whimper a yes around Clint’s cock, he groans above you as he looks down, watching Dieter stick a finger into your entrance. "Fuck, look at her, taking it so well at both ends."

Dieter chuckles. “The more she gets, the more she wants,” punctuating each word as he slides in and out of your tight cunt.

Muffled moans spills from your lips, vibrating against Clint’s cock as your hips jerk in Dieter’s lap.

Clint snarls, fucking into your mouth more erratic, his breathing huffing in deep breaths. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your mouth echo off the tile as drool drips down your chin.

Dieter trails his other hand down, drawing deep, long circles against your clit as he fucks you open with three fingers. You’re insatiable, whimpering around Clint’s cock as you writhe all over Dieter’s lap. "Cum," he demands in your ear. "Now."

You instantly cum at Dieter’s rumbling command. Your cunt clenching around his thick fingers as you orgasm. You’re pulsing electricity as both men use your body.

Your screams should be echoing across the room, but all you can do is suck and slurp against Clint’s cock as Dieter’s fingers continue pumping your overworked pussy as you shudder and shake atop his lap.

Clint pulls out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air. A string of saliva connects your lips to his cock, and he uses his thumb to wipe it away before pushing his thumb past your lips.

"Suck," he instructs.

You’re gasping, overwhelmed with the sensation of filling your lungs with air. Clint's thumb traces along your swollen bottom lip as you try to catch your breath, your chest heaving. His dark eyes boring into yours.

"I said suck," he repeats.

Youre too dazed to immediately comply. Clint lightly slaps your cheek, catching your attention. Not enough to hurt, but with just enough of a sting to make you gasp. Your chin is grasped firmly, your face tilted to meet his eyes.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?"

You give him a shaky a nod, your pulse quickening at the sharpness in his tone. Dieter lowly chuckles behind you, amused by Clint taking charge.

"Answer him properly, baby," Dieter instructs.

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I understand.”

You open your mouth, he slides his thumb back between your lips and you suck obediently, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb.

“That’s a good girl,” Clint rumbles. He withdraws it, rubbing the pad of his thumb around the tip of his cock.

"What do you say, Clint?" Dieter asks. "Want to try out her sweet little pussy for yourself?"

Clint swallows hard, his intense gaze roaming over your face. "Yes, sir. I'd like that very much."

"Good man," Dieter chuckles, helping you stand on shaky legs. Clint reaches out to hold your hips, steadying you as you slightly sway.

“Why don't you sit on that chair in the living room?” Dieter instructs tilting his head over the the leather chair in front of the large window overlooking the city.

“Baby, why don’t you come help me pour us some drinks." He leaves a sweet smack against your ass when you head towards the bar.

Clint sinks down into the leather chair, watching as you grab two tumblers for Dieter to fill with whiskey.

“You good baby?” Dieter asks lowly.

“Yes,” you shakily breathe out. “More than good.”

Dieter smiles and winks, handing you one of the glasses before taking a sip from his own. “You’re so fucking hot, go ahead, give Clint a drink.”

Clint sits up straighter as you approach, his eyes raking over your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’s still perfectly clad in his zipped-up leather jacket and dark shirt, while his jeans hang open, his half hard cock lying in his lap.

You climb onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs as his hands rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing soft, tiny circles against your hipbones.

You haven’t kissed another man in years, not ever since the night you met Dieter. Until now, when you lean in and press your lips to Clint's. His mouth moves against yours, tracing the seam of your lips before you part them, allowing him to devour you.

You unzip his leather jacket without breaking the kiss, dragging it down his arms before Clint shrugs out of it and throws it to the side. You unbutton his shirt, letting it fall down his arms.

His tongue dances against yours, as his cock hardens beneath you, leaving you feeling wanted and desired by the statue of a man. Your hips rolls, grinding down and earning a low groan from deep in his throat.

"Getting him nice and hard for you aren't you?" Dieter asks from behind. "Go ahead ‘n fuck him for me.”

Climbing off his lap, you help Clint quickly tug off his jeans and boxer briefs. His cock stand tall and thick for you. You turn around, backing up slowly to position yourself over his lap, reaching between your legs to grasp his cock. Clint hisses through his teeth, hips twitching up.

You keep your eyes locked on Dieter’s as you slowly sink down onto Clint. His thick length stretches you in a way unlike Dieter, your head falls back aginast Clint’s shoulder as he fills your cunt completely.

Dieter leans forward, elbows braced on his knees as he watches you take another man’s cock.

“Amazing,” Dieter whispers incredulously as you begin to move, rising up until just the tip of Clint’s inside you before sinking back down. Clint groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you back to him, his plush lips licking and kissing against your neck as he fucks up into you, thrusting into your cunt with more force than Dieter, his hands more calloused and steady. You're bouncing on his lap, head thrown back against his shoulder, a litany of moans spilling from your lips.

Dieter rises from the couch, prowling towards you with dark eyes. He kneels in front of you, hands skating up your thighs. "Look at you, taking his cock so well. Such a good girl for us."

He leans in and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, reminding you that you’re his even as Clint’s cock splits you open.

He pulls back, lips wet and shiny as he looks over your shoulder at Clint. "How does her pussy feel?" he asks.

"Like heaven, sir," he replies, gritting out each word with a hard thrust. "So fucking tight and wet."

Dieter laughs darkly, happy with the way Clint praises you. He tilts his head, moving his face closer to Clint’s. You watch, transfixed, your breath catching in your throat as Dieter closes the gap and press his lips to Clint’s.

It's filthy and hot, watching your boyfriend kiss his bodyguard whose cock is driving into you. Their tongues slide and tangle against each other, both men grunting while you moan watching them.

Dieter pulls away, his gaze turning back to you. “Like seeing me kiss another man while he fucks this perfect pussy?"

"Yes," you gasp, grinding yourself down harder onto Clint's cock. "God, yes."

Dieter reaches over, picking up Clint’s whiskey tumbler and takes a slow slip.

“Open,” Dieter commands to Clint. He obediently parts his lips as Dieter tilts the glass towards him. Clint doesn’t swallow immediately, instead he lets the liquid pool in his mouth.

“Let me taste,” Dieter lowly says.

Clint’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest as he tilts his head forward. He slowly opens his mouth, the whiskey flows from it in a small stream, cascading down your collarbone and breasts. Glistening trails are left across your heated skin as it trickles down your body across the plane of your stomach.

Dieter’s tongue follows the path of whiskey down your body before he lowers himself to the floor, his face hovering in front of your pussy. A shock of pleasure is lit through your body when you feel a sweet lick against your clit. His tongue trails down your pussy as Clint’s cock pumps in and out of you. Clint groans beneath you, his hips stuttering when Dieter’s tongue grazes against his shaft.

A path is licked down to Clint’s balls and up to your clit, following the trail back and forth. Dieter hums against you when he tastes both of you together.

It feels so filthy and intimate, just as you’d expect from Dieter fucking Bravo. His dark hair bobbing between your thighs, his pink tongue darting out to taste another man’s cock as it fucks you.

Clint makes a choked noise as Dieter laps at his shaft.

Dieter pulls back slightly, his face shining with your’s and Clint’s arousal.

"You like watching me lick his cock, baby?”

“Yes. Fuck, Dieter, it’s so hot.”

He smirks. "You know Clint, I bet she'd love to watch me suck your cock, hm? Take you deep in my throat while she rides your face."

Clint makes a strangled sound at the suggestion, his cock twitching inside you. "Jesus Christ.”

“Let’s move this to bedroom then,” Dieter suggests, rising and reaching his hand out to you. You take it, Clint’s hold on you loosening as you slowly lift yourself off his thick cock. A small grunt from him mixes with your soft whimper at the loss of each other. Dieter leads you by the hand toward the bedroom. Clint follows closely behind, his breathing heavy, his cock still soaked in your wet.

You’re thankful this huge mansion has a massive bedroom with a California king bed that can fit both men currently flanking you. You feel so small sandwiched between Dieter’s broad body and Clint’s even larger and intimidating form.

“On the bed," Dieter tells you with a gentle slap against your ass. You climb onto the mattress, kneeling at the foot of it waiting for more instruction. “You too,” Dieter instructs, lightly swatting at Clint’s ass. “Lie back.”

Clint’s body easily takes up half of the mattress as he lays down on the bed. He’s so broad and strong, his dark eyes watching you as his cock stands hard and soaked between his thighs.

“Good. Now, baby,” Dieter turns to you, “why don’t you climb on his face?”

You nod, crawling across the mattress, positioning yourself above Clint, your knees planting on the bed bracketing his face.

He grips your thighs, pulling you down until your swollen pussy hovers just above his mouth. His hot breath fans against your sensitive cunt, dripping with need and ready to feel Clint’s mouth on you again.

“Ride his face baby,” Dieter encourages.

You’re pulled down against Clint’s mouth, his deep groan vibrating against your cunt as he tongues at your swollen clit. A tight gasp and long moan leave your lips as he devours you—methodical, thorough and relentless. Your hands grasp against the firm muscles of Clint’s thighs to brace yourself, Clint’s hands plant against your ass, spreading you wide for him.

Dieter’s eyes darken with each step he takes as he watches you moan and writhe atop Clint’s face. He crawls between Clint’s spread legs, his hands sliding up Clint’s thighs until they meet yours.

“Watch me,” Dieter orders, staring in your eyes as he lowers his head.

You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to try. The sight of Dieter—your Dieter—wrapping his fingers around Clint’s thick cock almost makes you dizzy. Clint’s hips jerk up at the contact, a gasp puffing against your pussy.

Dieter holds Clint's cock in his fist, giving it a few lazy strokes before lowering his head. His eyes never leave yours as his pink tongue darts out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe from base to tip. Clint's entire body shudders beneath you, his groan vibrating against your cunt.

"Holy shit," you breathe, amazed by the sight before you.

Dieter smirks, his lips hovering just above Clint's glistening tip. "I told you to watch," he reminds you before taking just the head into his mouth.

Clint's fingers dig deeper into your ass, pulling you harder against his mouth anchoring himself to you.

Your hand reaches out to thread through Dieter's soft waves, tightening your hold to guide him further down Clint’s shaft.

Dieter's eyes light with mischief as you push him further onto Clint's cock. Clint's body tenses beneath you, his hips bucking upward as Dieter deep throats his cock.

It’s beautiful, your boyfriend's lips stretched around another man's cock as that same man devours your pussy.

Dieter pulls off Clint's cock with a wet pop, his lips shiny with saliva. His hand continues to stroke Clint's length as he locks eyes with you.

"Spread his legs wider," Dieter commands, his voice dropping an octave.

You push at Clint’s inner thighs, spreading him open for Dieter, who hums appreciatively, lowering his head to lick a long stripe from Clint's heavy balls up his shaft.

Clint groans against your pussy, his tongue circling your entrance before dipping lower, circling your asshole with light, experimental licks.

"He's licking my ass," you gasp, eyes wide as you look at Dieter.

Dieter's grin turns predatory. "Is he now? You like that, baby?"

You nod frantically, unable to form words as Clint's tongue presses more insistently against your tight ring, his hands spreading your cheeks wider.

“You know baby, I think Clint would like the same treatment,” Dieter says lowly as he moves lower between Clint’s spread thighs. Dieter’s hands push Clint’s thighs up and back, exposing him completely.

His tongue trails from Clint’s balls to the sensitive skin below. You watch, enamored by Dieter’s tongue circling Clint’s tight hole.

“Fuuuuuck,” Clint whispers against you.

Dieter pulls back with a devilish smile before he spits across Clint’s asshole. You moan when you watch Dieter press his thumb against Clint’s entrance, circling it slowly.

"Jesus Christ," Clint hisses against your ass, his tongue stilling.

Dieter’s thumb slowly pushes in Clint’s tight ring of muscle. Clint's entire body tenses before he forces himself to relax, his shoulders sinking deeper into the mattress beneath you.

You can feel Clint’s reaction through his entire body as Dieter's thumb sinks deeper and deeper—the way his stomach muscles clench, the slight arch of his back, the firmness of his grip against your skin, the desperate “fuck” that vibrates against your ass.

Clint grips your hips, moving you up and down against his mouth, licking long lines from your asshole to your clit and back.

"Look at him," Dieter purrs. "Big, tough bodyguard taking my thumb in his ass while he eats my girl's pussy. You like that, don't you, Clint?"

Clint groans against you, a shiver running across his body.

"I think he likes it," you gasp, grinding down harder on Clint's face.

Dieter laughs darkly, leaning down, taking Clint's cock back into his mouth while working his thumb deeper.

You’re all connected, Clint's mouth on your cunt, Dieter's mouth on Clint's cock, Dieter's thumb working Clint's ass, Dieter’s eyes on you.

A long moan leaves your lips when Clint sucks hard on your clit, your back arching as his hips rock upward into Dieter’s mouth.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, clenching your thighs around Clint's head as he continues to feast on your drenched pussy. "I'm… gonna…"

Dieter looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over Clint's face."

That's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your entire body trembles and convulses under the power of your orgasm, grinding down on Clint’s face as he eats you through it. Your arms go weak, and you slump forward against his body, breathing hard. Running your cheek along the soft nest of coarse curls above his cock. Dieter grips your chin, guiding you to turn your head, taking Clint’s cock out of his mouth, guiding it into your mouth. You’re still humming and moaning from your release, your mouth working over Clint’s shaft as he groans against your overworked clit.

“I think you got her nice and worked up for me Clint,” Dieter says. “It’s time for me to fill my girl’s pussy.”

Dieter grabs your limp, overwhelmed body, laying you down on the bed next to Clint, your back nestling against the soft sheets.

Clint’s dark brown eyes watch as Dieter lines up, his tip dipping between your folds and rubbing against your clit before thrusting into you, burying himself in your cunt. Your body jerks forward with the force of him, a loud scream bursting from your lungs. Clint groans, as he watches Dieter’s hips slap against yours, ruthlessly pounding into you, owning your pussy after Clint’s had his way with it.

Clint can’t take his eyes off of you, staring into your eyes, watching as your face contorts in pleasure as Dieter fucks you harder and deeper. Your back arches off the bed, hands grasping the sheets tightly as you take Dieter’s cock.

"Fuck yes," he grunts. "Get behind me Clint. Finger my asshole while I fuck her.”

Clint moves behind Dieter, his large hands running over Dieter's ass before spreading him wide. Dieter groans when Clint's finger circles his tight ring of muscle, teasing him.

Dieter growls, slamming into you harder, staring into your eyes as Clint pushes his slick thumb past the ring of muscle, pressing deep into Dieter's ass. “Holy shit,” Dieter gasps, a wide smile lighting his face before he leans forward and kisses you, his hips jerking against yours as Clint works him open.

Dieter’s head tips back, groaning loudly as he drives into you even harder, pushed to the edge by Clint’s finger stretching him open.

“Fuck my ass,” Dieter orders, pressing you farther down into the mattress under his weight.

“Yes sir,” Clint growls, spitting in his hand and slicking up his cock before he slowly notches himself against Dieter’s asshole.

Dieter’s hips stutter as he pauses, breathing hard as Clint stretches him open with his wide cock.

“Fuuuuuck,” Dieter hitches. “You’re so fucking big.”

You watch Dieter’s face, a blissed-out smile lifting his lips, his eyes fluttering shut before he opens them, staring down at you as Clint starts to fuck him in long, slow strokes.

You clutch on Dieter’s strong arms, gripping his golden skin tight as he moves with Clint, the slow drag of his cock pulling out of your cunt before thrusting back in steers you closer to another orgasm.

You’re tangled in each other, Clint’s large body laying over Dieter’s, Dieter’s lips biting and licking at yours, your moans and groans echoing off the walls of the expansive room.

Dieter’s head drops to the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as Clint surges in and out of him.

“Gonna cum,” Dieter whines against you. “Gonna fuckin’ fill you up while he fucks me.”

The three of you move as one, your pussy clenching around Dieter’s cock, Dieter’s asshole taking Clint’s cock. “Cum for me baby,” you urge. “Give me your cum.”

Clint’s pace turns brutal, pounding into Dieter deeper and harder. Both men’s weight bears down on you—pinning and claiming you as the center of their desire.

“Fuck,” Dieter lifts his head, staring into your eyes as he begins to cum, a deep, guttural groan escaping his throat as he empties himself inside you. His handsome face contorts with pleasure, teeth gritting, eyes locked on yours as he shoots his big load inside you.

“That’s it,” Clint growls behind him, fucking into him as Dieter’s body tightens around him. “Give her every drop, sir.”

Dieter’s cock pulses inside you, filling you with his heated release that triggers your own orgasm, your walls clenching him hard, milking every last sweet drop of cum from his cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Clint groans, pulling out of Dieter. "I’m close.”

“Cum on my girl’s face,” Dieter orders, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

Clint stalks forward, his knees dipping into the bed as he kneels in front of you, stroking his cock, his bottom lip captured between his teeth.

You reach a hand up, massaging his balls, firmly pressing against them, giving him the perfect amount of pressure.

“Gonna cum," he grunts through gritted teeth. "Fuck, I'm gonna..."

Dieter's hands slide up to cup your breasts, squeezing roughly. "Do it," he encourages. "Give her what she wants. Paint that pretty face."

With a strained groan his cock pulses in his hand as he strokes himself, aiming the tip at your waiting face.

"Open," he commands again. You obey, sticking out your tongue in offering.

Thick ropes of cum spurt from Clint's cock, striping across your cheeks, your chin, your outstretched tongue. You moan as he marks you, claiming you as his own.

"So gorgeous covered in another man's cum. My perfect little cum slut,” Dieter admires.

You whimper as Clint milks the last drops onto your waiting tongue before he looks down, admiring his work, your face glistening with his release.

"That's my good girl," Dieter praises, his fingers tracing through Clint's cum on your cheek before pushing it between your parted lips. You suck his fingers clean, moaning at the taste as both men watch you with hungry eyes.

Clint collapses onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving.

“Well done Mr. Flood,” Dieter chuckles, running his hand through Clint’s hair. “I think we’ll keep you.”

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Read the second installment here.

Proof it's 6969. lol

Also, please know I referenced this GIF by @perotovar A LOT while writing this.

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Tagging some moots and people who were interested: @sawymredfox, @sp00kymulderr, @almostfoxglove, @evolnoomym, @ace-turned-confused

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You've been dating Clint for a few months and his buddy, Joel, often came to hang out at his place. The men were about the same age, both older, both handsome as hell, but Joel never seemed to be interested in you.

At first you were fine with it, you were his friend’s woman after all, but his indifference soon started rubbing you the wrong way. Why would he look through you sometimes, as if you were not there? Didn’t he think you were hot? Or at least deserving of something other than a fleeting glance?

Driven by spite, you started doing everything to get the man’s attention. Wearing tiny shorts and tight tops around him worked wonders - he blushed like a teenager and stammered a shaky ‘Howdy’ whenever you opened the door to him.

Clint saw through your games, but didn’t mind them at all. Even better, he seemed to rail you harder after Joel’s visits.

It’s a usual night at Clint’s place. You two are chilling on the couch, his heavy arm around your shoulder, Joel‘s sitting in a lazy boy nearby. The men are sipping beers and watching some old action movie.

Not interested in the plot, you’re scrolling through Tumblr, and of course, at one point, a porn gif graces your dash. Clint notices it and hums, watching a guy eat a girl out on your screen. You feel his lips at your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck.

”Gonna do it to you tonight.”

You smile and bite your lip, shooting him a glance that screams ‘Yes, please!” His voice and his promise are enough to get you hot and bothered.

You put your phone away, cuddle up closer to your boyfriend and rest your bent leg on his thigh. Clint growls and bucks his hips, a huge bulge in his pants impossible to miss, and you gush, ogling it with hunger. It reminds you of the previous night — Clint’s hard cock fucking your mouth, then stretching your pussy so well, his sweat dripping on your bouncing tits. You squirm next to him and Clint hums, sensing your arousal.

He’s barely watching the movie now - his palms are sliding up and down your naked arms and thighs, his breathing is deep and heavy.

He gets ballsy and, not minding Joel sitting nearby, sneaks his hand under your shorts. His thick finger dips into the pool between your folds and he gruffs,

“Fuck, baby.” He immediately brings his hand to his mouth and licks your juices off, making you bite your lip at the sight of his tongue sliding over the glistening digit.

Joel hears Clint’s groans and turns his head in your direction. He doesn’t realise that his buddy is being a horny menace and continues watching the movie.

Clint keeps playing with you - presses kisses to your face and neck, kneads your tit under the top and squeezes your asscheek. By the time he cups your pussy over your shorts, soaking them with your slick, you’ve turned into a complete mess, desperate for any stimulation.

“Need you,” you whisper against his cheek and he rasps quietly, “I got you, baby.”

Not making you wait, he shoves his hand into your shorts, quickly finds his way to your wet hole and pushes two fingers inside.

You swallow a moan, your eyes set on Joel, sitting close, oblivious to the fact that his friend is knuckles deep in your cunt. Clint starts moving his digits in and out, curling them and skillfully bringing you higher to your peak with every stroke.

“Fuck,” you murmur, feeling yourself getting close, and push your face into Clint’s neck, in hopes of hiding the whimpers, crawling up your throat.

“Let it go, babygirl,” Clint whispers and you do. You come, pulsating on his fingers, your eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm is rippling through your body in waves as you’re clinging to Clint’s huge body. When your climax starts to dissipate, you kiss his cheek and give him a satisfied smile.

Your breathing is slowly coming back to normal but then it hitches, when all of a sudden Clint asks,

“Hey, Joel, do you like eating pussy?”

You stare at your boyfriend with your eyes widened, and then at his friend.

Joel furrows his brows and looks at Clint with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.

“Scuse me?”

“You heard me, do you like giving head?”

“Fuck off, Clint,” Joel chuckles and returns his attention to the tv, but you don’t miss a slight blush of his cheeks.

Drunk on endorphins, you surprise even yourself when you push, “Do you?”

Joel locks eyes with you, but you’re not backing down. You raise your brows and stare at him with defiance.

“Yeah, we wanna know.” Clint sneers and shoots you a proud glance. Joel glares at the two of you now, but he probably knows well that Clint won’t let it go, so he replies with a shrug,

“Not really.”

Now it's Clint’s turn to be surprised.

“What? Why?”

“Dunno, not my thing.”

Joel takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat.

He’s always been reserved so you know he would never talk about his sexual life like that. The beer must be coursing through his veins, loosening his tongue.

“Is it ‘real men don’t do it’ bullshit?” You don’t hide disgust in your voice and Clint retorts,

“The manliest thing ever. What the fuck, Joel?”

“You know, what I think,” you turn to Clint with your brows pulled together, “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right person.”

“Or the right pussy,” Clint smirks and you giggle.

Joel’s beet red at this point, his eyes glued to the bottle in his hands, and you start feeling a little bad for the guy. Clint doesn’t seem to care. He’s giddy with excitement when he pulls you close and whispers in your ear,

“How about we introduce him to the right pussy?”

You blink a few times and then your lips curve into a mischievous smile.

“He just needs a good role model,” Clint says, sitting up next to you and pulling your shorts down and off your legs. His eyes are set on Joel, whose brows are getting lost in his hairline when he sees what his buddy is doing.

“This is insane,” Joel groans but doesn’t leave, doesn’t move at all. His body is frozen, his gaze is sliding over your naked ass and thighs.

“You ok with it?” he asks, locking eyes with you and you nod eagerly, biting your lower lip, turned on by the depravity of what’s about to happen. It’s impossible to deny - you’ve craving Joel’s mouth on you. Or his cock stuffing your hole.

You’re dripping and trembling with lust, ready to see what your boyfriend is going to do to you in front of the other man.

“She wants you,” Clint assures his friend, getting up and motioning for you to lie down on the couch.

“Looking like a slut when you’re around. She needs that extra cock. Right, baby?”

Your chest heaves as you whisper a soft ‘yeah’ and Joel rubs his scruffy cheek, hiding a lopsided smile.

Clint sits down at your bent legs and spreads your thighs with his big hands.

“Look at her, Joel. She’s too hot not to share.”

You smile at his praise and pull your top off revealing your naked breasts, presenting yourself to the men fully.

Joel adjusts his bulge with a curse and Clint whispers ‘good girl’ before leaning closer to palm your tit, making you whimper.

“But..,” he raises his brow and turns to Joel, ”this pussy’s for eating. Not only fucking.”

Clint pushes your thighs further apart and presses his hand to your folds. He massages them with his wide palm, spreading your slick over your heated skin, and you moan loudly, relishing the pressure on your cunt.

“Fuckin hell,” Joel murmurs and turns more to the couch.

“Hotter than hell,” Clint smirks and brings his lips to your inner thigh. He slowly drags them to your centre and lightly pecks your folds, tickling you with his facial hair. You bite your lip and start kneading your breast.

“Always start slow, Joel. Little kisses here and there.”

“Jeez, I know how to give head, Clint,” Joel groans, getting up and stepping up to the couch. “I’ve seen pussy before. I jus’.. don’t do it often...”

Clint rolls his eyes and then parts your pussy lips with his fingers.

"Been missing out, man. Bet you'd love to stick your dick in this soft hole, uh?"

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes taking in everything you are giving him. Clint murmurs ‘pretty’ to your pussy, then leans down and pecks your clit, his touch feather-light. You moan and buck your hips, chasing his hot mouth, but he ignores your need and keeps persuading Joel,

"Imagine how wet she's gonna be when you make her come on your tongue a couple times. Sticking your cock in a freshly eaten pussy... shit... a life changing experience, man. I swear you won't regret it."

While Clint’s pitching pussy eating to Joel, his thick fingers are gliding up and down over your spread folds, slightly grazing your twitching bud, pouring gasoline into a bright fire in your core.

"You really want me to eat out your girlfriend, Clint? fuck her?"

"Why not," Clint shrugs and, keeping your lips parted, gives the center of your pussy an open mouth kiss. ”She deserves it.”

“Joel, please,” you whimper, need thick in your voice, and your back arches, when Clint’s tongue draws a long wet stripe between your folds.

You flutter your eyes closed, barely hearing Clint’s comments, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hnggg… juicy little cunt. Joel, check it out.”

Joel’s looking over you, perfectly positioned to watch Clint play with you.

Clint bends down and sucks your puffy clit between his lips, then releases it with a pop and stares intently at your hole. You feel it now. They both groan when a clear drop of your slick trickles down from your clenching hole down to your asshole.

Clint looks up at Joel and smirks,

“Want a taste?”

Joel clenches his jaws as you’re watching him with hazy eyes, tiny whimpers falling from your lips again and again.

“I want you,” you admit with the sweetest tone you can manage and the man’s eyes dart from your crying cunt to your glossy eyes.

He pulls his brows and then nods.

“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Clint offers with a smile and takes you in his arms.

You bite your lower lip, failing to suppress a grin curving your lips, and squirm naked on the bed with anticipation.

“That’s what I’m talking about. The more the merrier, right, baby?”

You nod, sparkles flying out of your eyes, as you take in two hot men on the bed with you.

“Spread ‘em wider,” Joel commands, and you obediently throw your thighs apart as wide as possible, they’re lying on the bed at this point.

“That’s my girl,” Clint praises you and caresses your inner thigh with his hard knuckles.

Your skin erupts with chills when Joel slides his palm from your knee to your hip, gently, reading your reaction, making sure that you’re still on board. You very much are.

It’s the first time he’s touching you, and you shiver, looking up at him with your heart eyes, blown out and full of need.

“Bon appetite, buddy,” Clint pats Joel's shoulder, inviting him to taste his girlfriend’s cunt.

Joel takes a sharp breath and slowly leans down, torturing you with anticipation, but when he covers your whole pussy with his mouth, you gasp and moan his name, already on the brink of euphoria. He flicks his tongue over your clit and then starts making out with your cunt, languidly and sensually.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as a powerful wave of pleasure engulfs you fully.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Clint watches, gliding his hand from your mound, over your heaving belly and to your chest. While Joel’s holding your thighs open, eating you out like it’s his last meal, Clint begins kneading your breasts, pulling at your nipples, twitching them to add fire to your ecstasy.

Joel dives out of your cunt and Clint asks him with a smirk,

“So?“

Joel’s breathing heavily, licking his lips, his eyes two black pits of lust.

“Fuckin incredible.”

“Ah! Told ya!” Clint rubs his friend’s back with a proud smile and looks into your hazy eyes. “I’d eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner, man. My baby’s delicious.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Joel mumbles and bends down again to lap at your crying hole.

“Yeah, like that,” Clint praises Joel’s skills when you moan loudly and dip your head back into the pillow.

“He’s doing good, babygirl?”

“Yeahhh, so good,” you mewl, losing your mind at how perfectly Joel’s full lips caress your folds and clit, while his hot tongue is collecting all the slick covering your beating pussy.

Joel’s lewd slurping together with your loud moans fills the room, and the electricity between the three of you hangs heavy in the air.

Clint is watching the show with his eyes dark and intent, palming his bulge, and then finally pulls his cock out.

When you see it spring out of his pants, engorged and leaking, your hand darts to it and you wrap your palm around his hot shaft.

“Nah, beautiful. Don’t worry ‘bout me, enjoy yourself.” He takes your hand off his cock and gently kisses your fingers. “He’s gonna wait for your pussy.”

He holds your hand, and leans down to give you a kiss, heady and passionate, grounding you in your overwhelming pleasure, but at the same time pushing you deeper into the pit of lust.

“Joel,” Clint calls after parting from your lips. “Wanna join you.”

Joel hums with your clit between his lips and it pushes you over the edge. You come crying, your eyes and pussy wet with euphoria, every cell of your body lighting up. The men hold you while you shake, your tits jiggling, your pussy leaking all over the sheets.

“Fuck.. what a sight,” Clint growls, running his huge palm over your trembling thighs while his other hand is gripping his cock.

“She’s beautiful.” Joel’s praise makes you smile through the hard orgasm, and when your body relaxes, you sigh happily and close your eyes.

Clint doesn’t give you any respite, though. A light slap lands on your hip and he growls,

“Need to eat this ass.”

Joel wipes your slick of his bearded chin and asks Clint,

“Can I fuck her pussy after?“

“Sure, man. You’re my best bud, what’s mine is yours.”

You giggle at Clint’s words, feeling yourself like a fuck doll and loving every second of it.

“‘k..,” Joel nods, “Let’s make her come again and then fuck her sloppy hole. If you don’t mind,” he turns to you and you purr,

“Never.”

Clint smiles and kneels on the floor. They manhandle your body so your ass is hanging off the bed and then Joel orders,

“Bend your knees, yeah, like this.” He lifts your legs and presses your knees to your sides, fully exposing your pussy and asshole to their obsidian eyes.

“Damn,” Joel groans when Clint glides his thumb over your tight ring which contracts at his touch, already soaked with your pussy juices.

Your boyfriend starts first.

He positions your ass at his face, holding your hips with his hands and presses his flat tongue to your asshole. You jerk and whimper, already in seventh heaven.

“Oh my god,” you moan and clasp Clint’s hair. He starts eating your ass, slurping shamelessly, drinking your moans and your pussy nectar, while Joel is kissing your inner thigh.

Your eyes meet and he gives you a warm smile, “Doin good, sweetheart.” Joel brings his hand to your face and cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing your heated skin and you purr at his touch, reveling in his warmth, trembling from every lap of Clint’s tongue against your asshole.

You choke on a moan when Joel leans down to your spread pussy and begins rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps, your thighs start trembling. You run your fingers through Joel’s greying curls and feel tears slide down to your temples when Joel’s tongue finds your entrance and he begins fucking your pussy.

These hot men between your legs, their big hands on you, their mouths devouring your holes— the sight alone can make you come but you fall apart from a shuttering orgasm when Clint pushes his tongue into your asshole and starts fucking you with his hot muscle just like Joel is fucking your pussy hole.

You explode with a loud cry, spraying your juices against Joel’s lips and chin, and he drinks everything he can get, and what escapes his mouth trickles down to your ass where Clint eagerly laps it off your heated skin.

They fuck you all night. Drunk on the unending orgasms, you don’t understand who’s between your thighs, whose cum is spilling into your stretched pussy, but you take each dick happily. They shower you with praise, suck on your puffy nipples, drag their hot hard cocks over your skin before sticking them in your hole again and again.

When your pussy gets filled to the brim, Clint fucks your ass, while Joel watches and jerks off, and then squirts his cum on your hickey-covered tits. Clint licks it off later with Joel’s dick buried deep in your overflowing cunt.

The night is a blur of lust, moans and bodily fluids. The room smells of sweat and sex and you take full lungs of the heady scent before falling asleep.

Early in the morning someone fucks your used pussy again, you have no clue who, and orgasm, dreaming of them both.

When you wake up, you make breakfast for the men, still dripping their loads, your thighs slippery and sticky. They eat and chat, smiling at you from time to time.

Joel’s eyes find yours again and again, they stick to your lips, your neck, your legs, reigniting a fire inside you. Seeing you chewing on your lip and squirming in your chair, Clint pulls you into his lap and kisses you.

At the door before leaving Joel gives you a tight hug and pecks your cheek.

“Thank you for the night, sweetheart.”

You’re leaning against the doorframe, watching him walk to his truck.

“Game on Saturday, Joel. Don’t forget”, Clint shouts to his friend.

Before getting in the car, Joel looks you up and down with his dark eyes and gives you a wink.

“Won’t miss it for the world.”

Clint pulls you in his arms and you smile like a happy cat. You can’t wait for Saturday to come.

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You brought it with you to show Marco, knowing he’d get a kick out of it. Marco knew all about your  ex and how badly he treated you, even worse when you broke up and he stole your dog. You only got her back because Javi pulled some strings and threatened him, the one and only time Javi did you a good favor. 

Marco observes the glued lace border on the cream colored cardstock, the photo of the two of them in the center of an oval printed frame on top, the gold clashing with everything to do with this nightmare of an invite. 

“This is god awful, who the hell made these?” he asks, reading over the details at the bottom, smirking at the boxes unchecked where it asks if you were bringing a plus one or not for the headcount. 

“So are you bringing anyone to make him jealous?” 

You roll your eyes and log into your computer, “I don’t know about jealous, but yes, you’re coming with me” you retort as you open your emails to get caught up already this morning. 

“No, I can’t. This is when I’m going on vacation with Randy's family, remember?” 

Your stomach drops as you look at the corner of the screen, pulling up the calendar for next month, July. 

Fuck. 

You completely forgot Marco telling you about this, the first vacation he was taking with Randy's family since they got married three years ago. Thomas went with you to their wedding and complained the entire time about being tired and how he was ready to go. Your head dips back and rests between your shoulder blades in defeat, stumped with what to do now. There was no way you could go to Thomas’ wedding without a plus one, it was all out of spite. The invitation, the need to see if you’d show up, especially with someone else. He wanted to toy with you. 

“Marco, who the hell am I going to bring now? You’re going on vacation, Cami's going to the Bahamas to see her sister. I am so screwed.” Shaking your head trying to rack your brain about who to take, no one was coming to mind. Work took up so much of your time, you hardly spent time with anyone other than Cami and Marco. When Thomas and you split, you dived headfirst into a new position to keep yourself busy and out of the house until you could feel somewhat normal being there alone. 

He comes around the corner of your cubicle and leans over your chair, right next to your head as he wraps an arm around you, his purple tie falling on your shoulder, “You could always ask Peña, you know?” he teases, knowing you’d rather choke than do that. 

“I’m not asking him a damn thing, Marco. He’s-” 

“I’m what? What were you going to ask me?” the voice erupts as he comes into your area, Marco standing straight up as you turn your chair around to look at him. 

His navy blue suit and tie fit his body so well, the maroon tie under his palm as it rests against his stomach, his brows knitted together as he repeats himself once more. Marco looks at you and walks back to his desk, waving at Javi politely in passing. Standing up and smoothing your blouse, you smile and shake your head, not wanting to repeat anything you just said. 

“Nothing, Javi. It’s nothing, Marco’s just being silly today, that’s all” you try to worm your way out of the conversation, walking to the break room to get a drink. 

Javi’s hot on your heels as he follows, continuing to press the question. He stops in the doorway and leans against the wooden frame as you get a mug from the cupboard, setting it down on the counter to pour steaming hot coffee inside. 

“What did you need to ask me, rookie?” he urges, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you closely. 

You bite the inside of your lip as you look out the small window to the left of you, the dozens of people standing outside, like tiny specks from how far up you were.

“Thomas, my ex, do you remember him?” 

Javi nods, hanging on your every word to see what’s wrong. 

Swallowing a sip of coffee and meeting his eyes, you let out a breath and sit at the small round table in the middle of the room. 

“He’s getting married, and he invited me to the wedding. It’s in a month and I was going to take Marco but he has plans and I don’t want to go alone. I wanted to go and im disappointed I’m not, in a slightly fucked up way.” 

He sits down across from you, taking in your body language and noticing how it still affects you talking about Thomas. He found someone new and married her after being with her for less than a year. Meanwhile, you were together for almost seven years and shot down the thought of marriage every time it was thrown at him at a family gathering. The night usually ended with him accusing you of telling them to bring it up because he could never give you a straightforward answer.

Javi folds his fingers together after running his palm over his stache and down the sides of his mouth, a look of confusion on his face.

“I don’t think it’s fucked up to want to go just so he can see how better you are without him. He clearly hasn’t learned from the last time though, I see. When is it again?” 

“July twenty-sixth. I think if I just toss it in the garbage I’ll feel better, ya know?” You take another sip of coffee and Javi nods before knocking once on the table, something clearly brewing in his mind.

Getting up and heading for the door when he stops and turns back around, Javi plants his hands on his hips, a smirk growing on his lips, “Okay, I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night” 

You nearly spit out the hot liquid and hastily set the mug down, brows furrowed with so much confusion. Nowhere did you ask him to come with you and put on a show and yet here he was, throwing himself in the position. 

“W-what? Javi, no. I didn’t ask you to d-”

“Yeah, well look at it this way. You don’t have time to find half a decent person, plan some random date and meet up with them, get to know them, think they’re well enough to bring to this wedding without embarrassing you, you know, all that fun stuff. I’m the only other option you have and let’s face it, I’m not terrible to look at” he shrugs and looks down the hallway, giving you a minute to think about your response. 

“What do you get out of this, Peña?” you stand up and walk slowly over to him and stop in front of him, your arm barely touching his. 

He wasn’t ugly, not in the slightest. You’d heard about the stuff he did back in Colombia and to most it would make them run for the hills but it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You just didn’t want to go near anyone until you worked through the shit Thomas did to you. It was no one's responsibility to fix you when they didn’t break you. Or at least that’s what you told yourself to feel a little less alone at night. 

Javi takes note of how close you’ve gotten to him, causing him to smirk and push it a little further, “What can I say? I like helping women and I love humbling assholes.”

- 

Fast forward a few weeks that were full of you and Javi hanging out in his apartment, learning more about each other so you sounded like a real couple and undetectable it was all a sham. Needless to say, you were learning more about him than you ever thought you would. Marco helped you shop for a dress and insisted you go with the strapless maxi one, knowing the cowl neck on it gave you just what you were wanting and the emerald color complimenting your skin tone perfectly. 

Javi already declared he was strictly wearing black and white to match whatever you chose, knowing it was the easiest thing he could do for you, given the fact you went to several dress shops and left empty handed and sad. 

The doorbell dings and you look at the clock on your microwave, small green numbers showing you had less than an hour before you needed to put on a brave face and pretend you were okay, perfect, actually. You swing the front door open to face Javi’s back before he turns on his heel, giving himself a little surprise to your outfit. His eyes widened as he took in every inch of you, down to the one shoe you were in the middle of fastening before he rang the doorbell.

“C-can you say something, Peña? You’re freaking me o-”

“I don’t have any words. You look so…beautiful” Javi admits, his eyes meeting yours as he finishes his sentence, to make sure you’re listening to every word he’s saying.

“Oh, cmon, very funny” your hand drops from the door handle as you walk away to the living room to retrieve your other shoe.

He steps inside and looks around at what little he can take in quickly as he follows you, his hand tucking in his pocket to grab a cigarette. You hear the flick of the lighter and stand straight quickly, grabbing the cigarette from between his lips. 

“Hey, come here,” he whispers, keeping you still for one second, long enough to grab your chin delicately to look at him fully. 

Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden contact of his fingers on your skin, a comfortable silence falling between you two before he licks his lips quickly to speak once more. 

“When have I ever lied to you, hm? I mean it, you’re breathtaking.”

“You lied to me on my first day and said the copier was voice activated and laughed your ass off hearing me down the hallway screaming at it” you chuckle remembering how embarrassed you were at the time, meanwhile Javi was basking in it. 

He looks away trying to stifle his laugh given the serious moment but breaks as soon as he hears yours and glances at your smile quickly. 

“Okay, okay, yes I did lie about that. But this, I’m not lying.”

Javi’s thumb grazes your cheek softly to reassure you he was true to his word, for once you have nothing to counter with to make it less awkward for you. 

Compliments were not really your strong suit, much less from Javi. 

The grandfather clock tucked away in the corner chimes, yanking you back down from the clouds to the moment at hand, causing you to lean out of his grasp before bending down to the floor, finishing putting your other heel on.

“We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now, c’mon, Peña” you urge and grab the tiny gold beaded clutch off the table by the front door coat rack, tucking it tightly under your arm as you walk to his car. The red paint sparkles under the sunlight like it was coated with rubies, making you wonder if he washed it before coming to pick you up. He took pride in his car, the way he presented himself to others, he wanted to be the best version he could be, at least, to pretend for you.

He makes sure to blow the cigarette smoke out his window and not into the car, careful to keep you from smelling anything other than your sweet perfume you made sure to put on extra of. The drive to the church was everything but quiet, going over your answers to make sure you were correct, down to the date you allegedly started dating, everything. 

At some point during the drive, probably when he was turning at a corner or something, Javi’s hand ended up on your knee, slow circles drawn into your soft skin from the pad of his thumb. It felt innocent, like he wanted to make you as comfortable as possible before seeing Thomas, take as much pressure off you as he possibly could. 

Javi parks the car and gets out adjusting his suit as he walks over to your side of the car, opening the door with a hand out to help you. His gold watch glistens in the afternoon sunlight and catches your eye while you smooth down your dress to make sure everything is in place. There were more cars there than you expected, maybe it was her friends and family? 

“Now, if at any point you want to leave, just squeeze my hand and I’ll take you home, okay?” Javi reminds you as he fishes out a small silver flask from his inner jacket pocket, unscrewing the cap and tilting his head back as the liquid burns down his throat. 

A shaky breath enters your lungs and with no hesitation you take the flask from him to get a drink yourself, already wanting this to be over. When you finish swallowing and return the container to him, a smirk lingers on his face, more so surprised at your sudden behavior but he didn’t say a word, he just left it alone and walked you across the street to the big wooden doors that were still open for guests. 

A small red carpet runner shows you to the steps and there was white lace wrapped everywhere, trying to cover the stair railings as best as they could, the brown wood not going with their theme. Everything was maroon and gold with white accents, feeling like you jumped into a time capsule to someone's school dance being this color scheme. The organ music fills your ears as you step inside the church, small tables in the foyer littered with wedding gifts and only then did it dawn on you that you didn’t get them anything. 

“Javi, we didn’t get them a gift” you whisper, freaking out a little. 

Of course you forgot a gift. It wasn’t helping your case of not looking like the bitter ex and there was no way you could leave to get something now.

He takes off his yellow sunglasses and tucks them away before grabbing a gift bag with a tag hanging on it, a family last name scribbled into the white paper. Javi looks around before ripping the tag off and writing your name first followed by his with a pen left sitting out as a wedding favor. 

“Problem solved, sweetheart” 

He takes your hand and walks you inside to find some room in a pew, one bench almost entirely empty towards the front half of the left side. Javi lets you in first and follows closely to sit on the outside, his right arm resting on the back of the bench for you to rest against. You scan the room to get a feel of the crowd and notice his family over on the other side of the room, fanning themselves with what looks like extra wedding invites they didn’t use. 

The energy seemed to be upbeat for the most part, except from the dirty looks from your old shared friends that you no longer speak to. Thomas’s mother waves at you and smiles from ear to ear, excited that you even showed up. You elbow Javi to wave back and he does, getting a thumbs up and a wink from her. 

“She thinks you’re cute. You wanna save her from that marriage next?” you mutter through your fake smile, Javi chuckling in your ear as he looks away.

“No, no. She’s not my type,” he starts and squeezes your shoulder, “I’ve got my eye on someone else right now.”

Just as you’re about to ask who he was talking about, the music starts up and suddenly Javi’s so interested in the wedding party slowly making their way down the aisle. You hear the beginning notes and your hand covers your mouth in shock, realizing they chose the same song Thomas jokingly said he’d make you walk in to and got upset when you said no. 

Javi leans in your ear and whispers, “Is this from Lord of The Rings?” 

You snap your head in his direction, completely surprised he even knew that. You nod and look back towards the center of the room, trying to keep your composure at this entire thing. Thomas stands at the altar with his hands folded in front of him as his wife-to-be makes her way down with her pudgy father in arm, her ginger hair tucked under the veil in what seems to be a braided bun, traditional. She was beautiful in her gown. Maroon flowers with beaded centers cover the bottom of her dress, getting smaller as they go up to her waist, the rest being bright white and her gloved white hands holding her bouquet in front of her abdomen.

Everyone takes their seats and once it's quiet, the officiant starts to talk and make his speech about love and why everyone is here today. Javi wraps his arm around you once more, making sure you remember he was there for you, whatever you needed. You didn’t really know what you needed at that moment.

On one hand, that was supposed to be you. It was supposed to be you up there with Thomas, listening to the ordain talk about marriage and the trials and tribulations it has, but how you stick together because that’s what love is. You stay for the hard times and work it out, because you don’t walk away from someone you care about. 

You didn’t realize you zoned out and were staring at the bibles tucked away in the pocket on the back of the pew in front of you until you heard Thomas’s voice giving a welcome and thank you for attending, to which you tried not to roll your eyes at. Javi whispers something you can’t make out and you listen closely to the vows Thomas was reading off the piece of paper in his hand, everything sounding familiar. 

Javi was the one who noticed your leg bouncing restlessly and once more leaned his head on yours to quietly ask if you were okay. The truth was you were far from it. When you let Thomas come by the house to get the rest of his things, there was one thing you couldn’t find and chalked it up to being lost forever. 

That was until now. 

The tears stung your eyes and threatened to spill out and you refused to let anyone here see you cry, none of them deserving that. You shake your head and don’t answer Javi at the moment as Junie begins to say her vows. Her tears were running down her face from behind her glasses but she didn’t care, not even a little. She managed to get through them and Thomas impatiently asked if he could kiss his wife, the room erupting in laughter. 

It was as if something inside you clicked finally. Being here today and seeing who Thomas turned into was the harsh reality that he wasn’t the person you fell in love with in high school. He was older than you and you thought you were so smart that a senior wanted to date you, a freshman, but before you knew it, he trapped you in an endless cycle of “of course I love you, I just can’t get married yet because…”.

The overhead speakers crackle as their outro music plays, the intro to Pirates of the Caribbean. Classy, Thomas.

Javi manages to light a cigarette as soon as his dress shoes hit the concrete steps off to the side of the door, trying to keep the smoke away from everyone. 

“Why were you crying?” he asks, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke roll from his lips.

Your hand rests against your hip as you squint at him taking another drag, his back against the stonewall of the church, waiting for you to respond. 

“He stole my journal and took the vows I wrote and read them just now, to Junie. Ya know, just when I think he can’t do anything else to hurt me, he finds a way to top it. The vows didn’t even make sense considering it was from my point of view and we were high school sweethearts. I mean of course he changed some of it to fit, but wow.”

He grins and holds the cigarette but down by his leg and stands up straight to step closer to you.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t marry him? Couldn’t be bothered to write his own vows? Are...are you okay though?” Javi’s brown eyes find yours as flower pedals blow by behind you in the wind, the wedding crowd tossing them as the couple walks down the stairs to their car waiting for them. 

Sighing calmly like you can breathe for the first time in a long time, you nod and Javi smiles. You hear heavy footsteps behind you and when you turn, Thomas was dropping Junie’s hand to come closer where you and Javi stood. 

“Hey, thanks for coming, I uh…I didn’t think you’d show. I see you brought a plus one” it sounded bitter the moment it left his lips, still insecure when Javi was present. 

“Congrats, man. I’m happy for you, I am. Tell me, what was the hardest part about today; reading stolen vows from your ex that you strung along for years or finding out she’s with me now?” Javi asks condescendingly, a slight gasp coming from your mouth. He may have been talking shit and lying, but something felt different this time hearing him call you his. 

“Javi come on, let’s go” you insist, not wanting anyone to get punched in the face in front of so many potential witnesses. 

Junie stands there unknowing to all of what was just said, her face painted with so much happiness to be married. Your heels click as you walk towards her, smiling sincerely at her. 

“Congratulations, you look amazing. I hope you have a happy marriage, Junie” and you meant it. Every word you said to her. Maybe he was a different Thomas with her than he was when he was with you. All you could hope for was for her to be happy. 

You couldn’t say the same for him. 

As you and Javi make it back to his car, he gets in and turns to you, “So you don’t wanna go to the reception? All that hard work of getting to know you was for nothing?” 

You gasp and smack his chest playfully, “You think it was for nothing?” you giggle and toss your clutch on the open space between you two. 

“No, I don’t think it was for nothing. I actually wanna take you out for drinks right now, you look too good to drop off at your house quite yet.”

Nodding in agreement, you click on your seatbelt and take one last glance at the shit show in front of you that you were finally writing off and closing the book on. There was no way you could’ve ever been what Thomas wanted to marry and you understand that now. He didn’t want to get rid of you because he was afraid to be alone, he just decided to break you down so you didn’t want to leave. He wanted someone who was obedient and never questioned him, who takes the likes of his interests over your own, someone who was willing to look beyond the treatment he gave because he will always be insecure. 

-

“What was with the music choices for that anyway?” Javi laughs as he takes another shot,  biting into the lime to cut the taste. 

Your head tosses back in laughter as you clap your hands, hoping he would bring it up first so you could joke about it together. 

“I have no clue. I know he is really into Lord of The Rings, but don’t ask me about the second one. I’m wondering if that was her choice” you answer and toss another shot back, following it with a beer.

Javi rests his arms on the bartop in front of his chest, nestling his head right on top with his gaze falling on you. 

There he goes again, making you nervous and forgetting how to speak. 

“Don’t look at me like that” you murmur, covering his eyes with the palm of your hand. 

Javi doesn’t move away until you do, letting him see you once more. His pink lips part slightly, “Why can’t I look at you like that? You look pretty, I wanna look at my date” he states, turning his stool to look at your face straight on. 

“We’re not on a date, Javi. Monday will be here before we know it and this will all go away, we’ll be coworkers again and it’ll be like this never happened.” 

His face changes with seriousness and he pauses for a second before scratching his forehead and clearing his throat. 

“Yeah, you’re right. This is all pretend.”

He stands up and puts his jacket back on that had been sitting on the back of the stool for the last couple hours, the moment feeling stale and heavy now for some reason. 

“I’m gonna go get the car, close the tab out for me?” he tosses his credit card on the napkin that once held your drink, not giving you a chance to answer before he walks away. 

Even if you wanted to date him, there’s no way it could ever work. You two were too opposite and in different places in your life. Not to mention work, that would be a mess of paperwork to do. 

You hand the bartender his card and give a soft smile when they tell you to have a good night, your clutch in hand as you step outside to see Javi leaning on the side of his car, the glowing orange light dangling between his fingers as the smoke rolls upwards. 

“For the record,” he starts, stepping between you and the car with his hand on your chin so you can’t look away, “I don’t want this to just be like nothing happened.” 

Your face softens as you look into his eyes before his lips meet yours softly, both of his hands cupping your face as you squeeze his jacket, not wanting him to pull away quite yet. 

A/N : I fear I almost abandoned this one, I was afraid to write for Dave, I was afraid to write a threesome, I was afraid it would be too cliché. I need to thank a few people who talked me through it and helped me : @sizzlingcloudmentality, @iknowisoundcrazy, @mani-pedro and @whocaresstillthelouvre thank you soooo much 💜

I also want to dedicate this to two Dave girls I admire @guiltyasdave & @sizzlingcloudmentality : I promise Dave wasn't harmed during the writing process, even if I cursed at him a few time. I did my best to keep his integrity and I am returning him to you almost as whole as when I stole him. Jana, your poison either way inspired my writing so much. Daphne, I had thin walls in mind when I wrote this cocky Dave.

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You were hiding in your office, avoiding Marsha, the office's queen of gossip. Since you arrived in the company about 6 months ago, she’d been trying to get to know every little detail about your personal life. It was endless and tiring. She wanted to know where you lived, if you had pets, if you lived on your own, if you were dating, who, and when you let slip out that you were recently single, what was your type.

You quickly learned to shut up about your life. You were here to work, not to make friends.

And definitely not to date.

Although the options were interesting.

Starting with Dave, the new consultant, working on a 6-month mission that started about 3 months ago. He was… intense. And recently divorced. He had let it slip when Marsha, being herself, had pried the information, then tried to twist anything out of it and finally spread it around the office like a disease. Dave had nothing but contempt towards her, but he managed to play nice. You could sense he was the secretive type. He probably let that information slip for a purpose. Everything he did was deliberate. Like when he talked to you. Looked at you. Always a little cocky, yet always respectful, but borderline arrogant. An interesting mixture that had you curious and cautious at the same time. He was handsome, in a well-shaped, controlled kind of guy. And you knew you interested him in a way, not for anything serious, probably just for some fun time, but you sensed it in the way he eyed you. And you could probably use that, a little fun, some stress relief. Especially with a guy who looked like he could give you a good time. He oozed competency.

And then there was your boss. The one you crushed on hard. Mr Miller. Or Joel, like he'd asked you to call him. A total one-sided crush. But he was nice to look at, nice to talk to, and great to work with. The fact that your job made you interact with him often, sometimes alone in his office, didn't help. You were that basic, the girl crushing hard on her boss, who barely looked at her. He regarded you as a good employee and you knew what you were worth. He had complimented you many times on your hard work. But he definitely didn’t look at you that way. Nor anyone else, for the matter. This was the only time you were interested in Marsha’s gossip, when she let slip information on Joel. How she got it, you didn’t know, because the guy was enigmatic. She probably didn't stop at snooping in his office, in his calendar. That's how you knew that he was divorced, single, raising a teenager by himself, and had been running this company for the past five years.

And here you were, hiding because tomorrow was the company’s annual meet and mingle party, where people would bring their significant others, family for a fun evening. You didn’t understand why a boss so discreet about his personal life would organize something like that. Apparently, he never brought anyone and barely engaged. But it was something that was done by the previous owner of the company, and so he kept it going. It would be your first, and Marsha was trying to corner you to see if you would bring someone. And you knew the look of pity she would give you when you told her that no, you would be coming alone. So you were hiding and fantasizing about what would happened if you managed to spend some time with Joel during the event, if you could talk about something else than work, maybe if you wore that dress, the one with nice cleavage, that made you look hot but also appropriate, maybe if you could find him alone, in his office, getting him a drink while he was finishing something before joining the party, if you angled yourself just right he could look down your dress and… Bam!

You fantasy was interrupted before it turned into a porn movie (one you would have to revisit later, you made yourself a mental note) by the noise of something falling right outside you office. You groaned and decided you had hidden long enough, coming out the door to see Marsha, of course, who had « accidentally » tripped over a fake plant that was now on the floor and that she was trying to pick up with Dave's help. The sight of him from the back, bending down in those nice pants that were tight in the right part, illuminated another area of your brain. Maybe another fantasy you could revisit later.

"There you are! I was looking for you." Marsha was on you like a chihuahua, biting your pants and not letting go. "You didn’t say if you were coming with someone tomorrow evening. We need to know for the caterer."

This was bullshit and you knew it. First of all, she wasn’t the company’s assistant, the only one who needed the info. And secondly, it was a buffet, and they always ordered a little extra just in case. But she cornered you, and you couldn't just bark at her. Dave was hanging around, looking at you, a sly smile on his lips, knowing exactly what was going through your mind. This gave you an idea. Something that could maybe fix two of your problems: a date for the evening, and a way to forget your crush.

"Yes, I'm going with Dave." It was out before you could really think it through. What a mere second ago seemed like a great idea, now that you said it out loud, seemed like the worst teen movie scenario you could come up with. You just hoped Dave would be on board and wouldn't let you down. And by the look of his wolfish grin, he was enjoying himself.

"Well, yes, of course, Dave is coming." Marsha was now talking to you like you were a not very bright 4-year-old, "he's part of the company."

Thankfully, the man himself came to your rescue, standing next to you, sliding his arm around your waist and smiling down at Marsha.

"No, she means we are going together," and he emphasized the together, with a pointed look, one that Marsha didn't miss. She giggled, she actually giggled like a schoolgirl, and then opened her mouth to start her line of questioning, because this was like Christmas for her. But before she could say anything, Dave turned to you with a look that managed to be almost loving and also knowing at the same time.

"I think it's time to leave, hon, we have a dinner reservation," and with that, he steered you away from one awkward conversation to another, the one you were going to have with him.

As he walked you away, one hand on your lower back, grazing a little to close to your ass, he leaned to you ear to whisper "I think you have some explanation to do. And I'm going to hold you up on this."

"Oh, shut up," you whispered back, rolling your eyes.

The office party was something, you could admit that. You'd imagined something cringe, paper plates and plastic cups, awkward chit chat, music from a lone speaker, barely unfrozen food.

But this was the total opposite, and when you thought back, you didn't know why you were surprised. This company was doing very well, the offices were pretty fancy. It was nothing like your previous work. So instead of barely edible food laid out on plastic trays, on tables with paper tablecloths, there were waiters dressed in black and white, walking around with silver trays, offering the guests tiny canapés that were as good as they looked and an open bar with a choice of any drinks that came to mind. The top floor of the company was unrecognizable. The furniture moved away, and the open space was now filled with high tables scattered around. And instead of lousy music, there was a band. A real live band playing soft music, catchy but not too much, loud enough to hear but not overpowering the conversation. Everyone was dressed up, nice suits, nice dresses all around. This was quite a party, and you had to admit Dave was very good company.

He had been surprisingly game for this. You expected mocking, ask for a trade, something like leverage on you. But he had agreed and only lightly teased you on the matter on the day before the party. He didn't mind that people would think you were dating; he wasn't planning on staying long in the company, not after the end of his contract.

You were really enjoying yourself. And Dave was... well, Dave was Dave: flirty, intense, and very much making you enjoy your evening. Because he played the boyfriend to perfection and also teased you to death. Pretending to be madly into you, whispering in your ears, hands on you, always respectful, but right at the limit, be it on your lower back or your waist. Fingers caressing, leaving goosebumps in their trail. And those eyes, always on you, always focused. When you looked into them, you could tell that if you gave any indication, he wouldn't mind at all to go from fake to real for tonight.

This was also helping with your other little problem, you were almost forgetting your crush. Almost. Because at the same time, you were still eying Joel. And he was fine. Not that Dave wasn't, all clean shaved and nice ass in those pants. But you couldn't help but droll over your boss, tall, broad in his tailored suit, and even as he was just standing there, chatting with someone, he had such an aura to him. You couldn't help but let a little sigh out. Which didn't go unnoticed by Dave, whose eyes followed yours. With his smirk, he whispered in your ear, "So there was another motive for this little trick? "

"What do you mean ?" Your voice was a little too wobbly to be convincing.

"Please, I've been watching you eyeing the guy all evening."

He was behind you, his hands on your shoulders, dragging them down your bare arms. You shivered and closed your eyes. You couldn't escape the way he made you feel.

"Wanna make him jealous ?"

You stopped all pretense as you turned around, leaving Joel behind you. "I doubt anything I did would make him jealous. He doesn't care about me, not in that way. It's just a stupid crush."

"You want to bet ?" You just shrugged. "Let me kiss you, here, I'll turn you around and watch his reaction."

The idea of having Dave kiss you right now was very enticing. You didn't think Joel would notice, but if you could just feel a little wanted for a bit, feel someone's mouth on yours, even if it wasn't real, you'd take it. As you nodded, Dave looked into your eyes, making sure you were ok, and that little something warmed you up. For all his cockiness, for all the times he flirted with you a little to openly, for all the time you wanted to call him a bastard, you knew that he wouldn't do anything you didn't want.

His hands came to cup your face as he angled his head to kiss you. Light, at first, a small peck. Then another one, as his hands travelled on you, one behind your neck, holding you, not tight, but keeping you there, and the other one to your waist. He turned you slightly, as he said he would. At the same time, he opened his mouth slowly, allowing the kiss to get deeper, more intimate. And even if it was for show, it made you feel things. Your eyes closed, as you enjoyed this, feeling his hand, his mouth on you. And too soon it ended, as his lips captured your lower lip, tugging it a little, eliciting a small moan from you, something that surprised you into opening your eyes. And that was when you saw it, catching Joel's eyes across the room, that he had been watching you. It only lasted a second, and you weren't totally sure, but you thought you saw disappointment there. It was fleeting, his eyes leaving yours in an instant, and Dave turning you back to your initial position. His eyes on you, then looking past you for a moment as you tried to gather your thoughts, torn between wanting to kiss Dave again and understanding what you saw in Joel's eyes. You barely had any time to think when Dave's gaze was back on you, a grin on his face. "Do you trust me ?" Again, you just nodded and followed when he took your hand, leading you out of the room and down the hall, toward to the offices.

Dave opened a door, one you knew exactly where it led to, and you almost protested but you let yourself being pulled inside as he pushed the door close, leaving it slightly ajar.

"What are you doing ?"

"Continuing to make him jealous." You huffed as you looked into Joel's office, because that was where you were right now, in his large office that contained sparse furniture: one large wooden desk, a leather couch, and in the background, large windows with a killer view. Your back was to Dave, and you felt his hands on your hips, his breath on your neck, hovering, so close you wanted to feel his lips on you again. You closed your eyes as you leaned onto him, giving him the permission he needed. His lips grazed your neck, your jaw, his hands, traveling around your hips, groping slightly. Your breath hitched, the feeling of him on you making you slick with desire. You couldn't help but murmur, "But no one is watching, how can it make him jealous ?"

A small laugh, a kiss, and a whisper, "maybe I don't want anyone to see what I'm going to do to you," as one hand traveled down your leg, to the slit in your dress, then under the fabric and back up. He had you buzzing with desire. Dave could do whatever he wanted to you right now, you wouldn't care.

"Wouldn't you like it, me taking you here, in his office ?" The thought made your breath hitch.

"Interesting, you like the idea" his tone was infuriating you and making you crave him at the same time.

"When you are in meetings, instead of pining over him you can think back to what I'm going to do to you," another sharp breath, and your hand grabbed his, not stopping him, just letting him know he could go higher he wanted.

"What could I do to you? Fuck you on this couch?" he turned you both to look at the couch, his other hand went from your waist to your breast, grazing his nail on your nipple that instantly hardened.

"Or I could eat you out on this desk" he turned you both around again, this time to face the desk "I could bend you in half over it and fuck you on it. Hard"

"Dave," it's barely a breath that came out of you. He has hardly kissed you, scarcely touched you, and yet you can't help but feel like clay in his hand. He could do anything to you right now. "Less talking, please. I need you to do something, anything."

This spurred him into action, turning you around as his mouth found yours. This time, the kiss was not gentle, it was hard, devouring. You loved every instant of it. Your hands went to his shoulder, neck, hair, but before you could touch it, before you could run your hands through his hair, he grabbed both your wrist and walked you backward to the wall, pining them above your head, holding them with just one hand, the other one diving between your leg. There was no tenderness, not anymore, he was demanding, hands and mouth. And yet, you felt safe in his hands. So you just let him take. Because you couldn't give, he didn't want your hands on him, you were barely in control of the kiss. And now that his mouth was on your neck and his hand slid inside your panties, you just let him take from you. And give to you.

You were forgetting everything, losing yourself to the moment, the sound from the event fading in the background, the fact that the door wasn't really closed, that anyone could come in, you forgot all of it. And the sounds you made were getting louder as Dave's fingers discovered you, mapping you. He was never on your clit, never inside you, he was all around, taunting you, doing everything to break you, to make you beg. And you were about to do it, beg, when the door opened and you saw Joel's eyes on you. You froze. But Dave didn't. He just stopped kissing you. When he heard the sounds of footsteps, he turned his head, keeping his hands exactly where they were on you, on your wrists, between your legs.

A moment suspended in time, where you watched Joel's eye take in what was happening, and you saw his air of shock morph into something akin to desire, matching your own. And Dave, that cocky bastard, seemed to know exactly what was in everyone’s mind. You could hear it when he asked you, "Do you want me to stop?" eyes searching yours, knowing the answer. You'd never felt this, never entertained the idea of someone watching you. It triggered more desire, you sucked in a sharp breath, and you just shook your head. Both of you turned to watch Joel, the same question in the air. Joel didn't say anything; he closed the door behind him, locked it, and came closer to both of you.

"Good," Dave breathed out, hands and mouth working on you again. His finger gazed your clit and you whimpered, eye never leaving Joel's who stood there, transfixed.

You felt fingers entering you, which prompted you to arch your back and your eye to close, and Dave took the opportunity to kiss your breast over your dress.

"She's so wet." His voice turned to Joel, who still hadn't said a word. He seems frozen, like a statue, watching you, desire pooling in his eyes, pupils dark and large.

You felt Dave take his fingers out of you, and you watched him lick his index, his eyes closing for a brief moment, savoring your taste. "So sweet. Do you want to taste ?" The sound Joel made when he sucked Dave's middle finger was sinful, you almost came just watching both men in such an intimate act.

"I think you should eat her, I think you want to, and I think you've been wanting to this for a long time". Dave was a puppeteer, and you were his toys to play with. You were in his power, and you loved it.

"Yes," almost a growl, the first words that Joel finally uttered.

Dave stepped away from you, freeing your hands, letting them fall on either side of you, and you watched Joel stand in front of you, one hand cupping your face.

"Do you want me to ?" his eyes searching yours, checking.

"Yes, please, Joel, I've wanted... please." You felt desperate.

It was with amazement that you observed Joel kneeling in front of you, his eyes trailing up your legs, hands following, going under your dress, grabbing your panties, and pulling them down. He seemed mesmerized by your skin, almost reverent in the way he touched you, looked at you. His lips fluttered on your inner thigh, his eyes climbed up your body to yours. You didn't move, afraid that if you did, you would break the spell, the one that had a man you've been thinking about for so long, kneeling in front of you, looking at you like you were an idol to worship. And Dave was here, you'd almost forgotten him with the intensity of Joel's eye on you. But he was next to you, turned toward your two figures, and his voice filled the charged silence.

"Look at you two, so pretty. But I think our lady has waited long enough. Eat her." This was an order, one that Joel complied with. The roles were reversed. The man in charge was now kneeling, taking orders from his employee, while you were a mere spectator. Until Joel made you part of the show, as he obeyed, taking one of your legs, hooking it around his shoulder, eyes never leaving you, and gliding his tongue on you, flat and up, slowly parting you. Up to your clit, where he started flicking, soft, almost too soft. You exhaled, knees wobbly. Joel's grip on you tightened, keeping you up. And Dave was also there to hold you, one hand on Joel's head, delicate, another on your waist, hard, pinning you against the wall, mouth on you.

The tentative lick became a devouring mouthful, carrying your pleasure up and up, your hand meeting Dave's in Joel's hair. You hands lace there, tugging a bit, earning you a moan from the kneeling man and urging his mouth to round on you, sucking. Dave stopped kissing your neck to chuckle, "Seems our pretty boy here likes taking orders and having his hair pulled." His voice was mocking both of you. Normally, it would make you angry, but right now, it was just what you needed. And it seemed Joel liked it because he almost whimpered and sucked harder, making you cry out loud, sounds you had tried to contain until now. Dave's mouth captured your mouth to quiet you as you came on Joel's mouth, his own moans reverberating in you.

He didn't stop, as if crazy with lust, and Dave had to pull him back, tutting, "Now, now, we need to let her go. Don't worry, you'll get her back. But now it's my turn." Turning to you, watching your eyes glazed, mouth open, panting, "My turn if that's okay," still checking, the thing that made this reassuring, grounding. Because he might have talked about you like you weren't in the room, like you were his doll to play with, but he would always check that everything was ok. "Yes," it was barely a breath, but you wanted to say it out loud, to show that you wanted it.

And with that, he led you to the couch where he sat, and brought you to straddle him, hands taking down the straps of your dress off your shoulders, freeing your breast so that he could finally put his mouth on them, a slow hum coming out of him, the first sign of losing his composure since all of this started. The mastermind was finally starting to let go. But not completely. Patting the couch next to him, he urged Joel to come sit.

"Come take care of our girl while I fuck her" and Joel, the man you'd never seen taking orders, the one who usually was in charge, just complied, sitting down and waiting to receive his next task. You were both still under Dave's command. He was the one running this show. And he knew exactly what he was doing. You watched him open his pants, freeing his cock from his boxers, and you couldn't help to reach, to touch lightly, thumb caressing the head of his cock. His hiss almost stopped you, but instead, you looked at him, a sly smile on your face as you continued to stroke him, finally, after he prevented you from doing it for so long. You were desperate to feel him, to feel his soft skin, and mostly to see him let go.

"Be careful, girl, be careful what you do." Your fingers circled him, and you started pumping him slowly, watching as he relaxed slightly on the couch, head back, eyes closed, teeth biting his lips, a low moan coming out of him.

You felt Joel's hand on your shoulder, caressing you, bringing your face to his for a kiss, a long and deep one, the first kiss he was giving you. Both your mouths opened up, tongues exploring each other. It was divine, different from Dave's, more tender, even with the desire you both had for each other. It all lasted only a few seconds, the kiss, and Dave letting go. Until he snapped, taking your hand away from him, and breaking your kiss, "Enough. You're going to ride me now. And you" turning to Joel," you're going to watch and you don't get to touch until I say so."

And you did exactly that, listening to him, as you slowly dragged yourself on him, letting the tip of his cock in you, letting it stretch you, before slowly, so slowly, going down, feeling him separate you, feeling him inside you, head back panting, trying not to make too much noise until you took him completely and stayed there, not moving, waiting for your next order. His groan was everything. You wanted to see it, him lose it, lose all restraint. The idea made you gush with more arousal.

"Move," his voice prompted you into action, moving up and down, hands on his shoulder, his mouth on your breasts. It felt so good, even better when you saw Joel watching, fingers into a fist on his lap, trying very hard not to touch you, his eyes fixed on where you and Dave were joining.

"Do you want to touch her ?" Dave was taunting, Joel answered with a whimper.

"Please Dave, let him... huh, fuck... let him touch me" Dave barely nodded and Joel mouth was on you, kissing your mouth, you neck, your shoulder, as Dave held you tight, diving back and forth inside you, as you felt yourself getting close.

"She's close, I can feel her, squeezing me, it's heaven, you'll get to feel her after. Do you want that ?" Two moans answered him, "touch her, touch her and make her come on my cock."

Like a well executed choreography, all three of you moved in unison. Every gesture, smooth touch, was to give you more pleasure, the main focus of this dance, until your sounds got to loud, until Joel's mouth captured your cries, finger on your clit, Dave thrusting deeper in you, his hand holding your back, his mouth biting and soothing your nipples. Your orgasm seemed to last for hours, never ending, and when finally you came down, it left you spineless in their hands, pliant. You felt yourself being removed from Dave, being sat on the couch in Joel's arms. And when you opened your eyes, Dave was in front of you, jerking, his restraint almost broken, asking, pleading, "Can I? Can I come on in your mouth?" His tone made you react quicker than you would in the state you were, surging forward, mouth closing on him as he thrusts a few times into you before coming in your mouth, down your throat. You managed to keep your eyes on him, relishing on the vision of his face, contorted in pleasure, all cockiness gone, just a man loosing control, whimpering because of you. Hearing those sounds, almost small cries, was delectable, and knowing you were the source of it, it made you feel needy again. Barely out of your orgasm and already wanting more, in this moment with Joel arms and mouth on you, Dave's cock in your mouth, his hands lightly touching your head, until he removed you from him, and sat next to you.

What followed was tender, a short break, a little reprieve for all three of you. Light kisses and touches and small murmurs coming from both their mouth.

"You're doing so good, so good," Joel's deep voice said in your ear.

"Such a good girl, taking it all." Dave's voice was still free from restraint, so tame and tender.

But then, he was back to business, and back to his commanding form, after a quick check that you were ok, with a look and light squeeze of your knee, same with Joel, he gave his next order.

"Bend her on your desk and fuck her. Let me watch you take her like you've both been wanting for ages."

"You're ok? You want this ?" Joel was gentle when he brought you to his desk.

"Yes. I've been wanting this for some time now" you saw a slight smile on his lips before he turned you around and bent you over, hands crumpling your dress up, leaving your ass on full display as you heard him open his pants, the sound of his belt, followed by the zipper. A loud exhale, the sound of hands on skin, and then you felt him, nudging at your entrance, slowly drifting in, and out, each time bringing more of him in you, the movement repeated until he was fully in. Every thrust brought out a small noise from you, the feeling was overwhelming, the pleasure itself, but also the realization of what was happening, finally.

"I wanted this too, for so long," Joel started thrusting in you slow and deep. And the silent man you knew, the one who barely talked during the whole act, was now very vocal, encouraged by Dave, who came to check on both of you, before sitting on the couch to watch you. "Tell her. Tell her what you wanted to do." And then to you, "Tell him, how long you've been waiting for this."

"So long, so so long, every meeting in this room was a torture" he bent over, caging you, his breath on you neck, murmuring in your ear "When you were presenting reports, I kept imaging this, fucking you, eating you out on this desk, having you crouched in front of me taking me in your mouth, all of it. You feel so good, so much better than I imagined." You could only whimper, words eluding you, hearing this, his desperation, as he fucked you harder. "Did you want this?" He was almost begging you to answer.

You should be ashamed of the way your voice sound med when it came out of you as you managed to answer "Yes, Joel, yes I did, so much. I imagined you fucking me right here. Oh fuck, this so so much better." You couldn't believe that you were about to come again, feeling him inside you, his hand coming to your clit as his thrusts got faster. You barely muffled your cries, the pleasure so intense as you fell limp on the desk, Joel exiting you before coming on your ass and almost falling on you.

You both caught your breath, Joel on top of you, but not crushing you, forehead between your shoulder blades. A light kiss there before you felt him get up and pick up some tissue to clean you. You turned your head to the couch, but Dave was gone, nowhere to be seen.

"Joel, Dave, he..."

"He left, yes, I didn't see when" he whispers, pulling you into his arms and dragging you to the couch, where he lay you both down, holding you.

"I guess I should thank him. Without him, I would have stayed away, pining over you like a fool." You smiled at the image.

"I guess you should give him a promotion or an extension of his contract."

"Nope, I'm actually very glad his contract is ending soon. Because, as much as what happened was fun, I'm not sure I want to work with him every day, knowing his hands were on you."

"Are you jealous ?" Laughing, you turned your face to look at him. The look he was giving you made you feel heat creeping up your neck and cheeks. You eyes couldn't hold his, there was too much emotion there, it was almost blinding.

"I guess, I enjoyed myself tonight, but I'd like to, hum, maybe get you to myself for a little bit, if that's what you want... ?" You faltered, afraid of getting ahead of yourself.

"Me too. Maybe, after this party is over, you can come over to my place? Or hum, maybe just coffee or breakfast soon ... " his hesitancy made your eyes go back to searching his. If you had any doubts, they were swept away in that instant. You both wanted the same thing.

"Tonight is good," you kissed his cheek.

"Good, tonight then," he kissed your temple.

Thank you for reading this ❤️

Dieter did not particularly want to spend this Christmas with your parents. I mean, he was probably closer in age to them than to you (math wasn't his strong suit). So, months in advance, he buys tickets to a tropical paradise, opting for you two to spend a very sunny Christmas. He presents them to you in October, a year on the day when you first kissed. You tease him relentlessly for keeping track, still half-convinced that Dieter was with you for the sex. He could bring out something needy and almost pathetic in you. He loved Friday nights, because he'd spend hours between your legs, making you cum over and over again. Sometimes he'd get high or only get you high and just slowly hump you for hours, both of you so relaxed and at peace. You'd come so hard against him then, he swears you were made in a lab, especially tailored to his tastes. Hell, he even called you his soulmate the first time he finished inside of you. Watching you fuck his cum in deeper made him want to put a ring on your finger. You two were casual, yet serious, friends with benefits but also a secret third thing. So that's why Dieter thought you loved surprises.

You did, you really did. But you were terrified of flying. The whole process. Going to the airport. All the people, the long lines at TSA. Being somewhere, then in a few hours, landing somewhere else. And no matter how many times you flew, it was the same. You, like the mature well-adjusted adult you are, ignore this. Maybe this time it would be different. Maybe your boyfriend's dickmatization included anxiety. But as soon as you wake up in the morning of the flight, it's all going tits up. When you tell Dieter everything, in between the gagging on nothing on the toilet, he brings you a pack of edibles. He shakes it, the gummies hitting the plastic like they're dog treats. You have to remind him that you don't have his celebrity status and you'd definitely get in trouble. He rummages through his bathroom drawers and comes out with a thing that's just 3 natural herbs with a calming effect. Totally over the counter and definitely not his style.

"After everything that happened on set for Cliff Beasts 6, they thought I had lost it. Put me in rehab and all. I was getting drug tested at every audition. These kept me afloat. Take 2 for serious cases and 3 for emergencies." He says in response to your unasked questions.

You take 2 immediately, chasing them down with water. The whole journey there, you're stuck to Dieter's side like a koala. He's taking care of you, and it's almost okay. You're still anxious, and it doesn't let up until you're in the air. Then you're both taking advantage of the complimentary wine on the plane. You're grabbing a second one, and it dawns on you that you forgot to ask Dieter if the meds were okay to be mixed with alcohol. But he's fast asleep next to you, the script for his next project strewn on his lap. You stuff the confidential words in your in-flight magazines and lay your head on his shoulder. You're out like a light, sleeping like never before. You're a groggy zombie through passport control and already napping again in the taxi to the hotel. There you're more rested and start unpacking as Dieter already heads to the pool, towels in hand. You plant a big kiss on his lips and let him enjoy himself.

He's better at intimidating people, at remembering to put on sunscreen, at picking out the perfect chaiselounge. Dieter Bravo was made for relaxation. You can bet he's already drinking out of a coconut at a pool bar by the time you're down. Folding his speedos and hanging your clothes wasn't that time-consuming. It was your swimsuit that was the problem. You hadn't bothered to own a cute one before, and that meant that you had been on the hunt for two pieces in the middle of winter. With holiday shipping delays, and all you had to just go to a cheap, trusty store and pick a suspiciously cheap set. The white pieces with an overall cherry print looked great on you, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn't soon become see-through.

So you spent a good 10 minutes looking at yourself in the mirror, poking and proding at the fabric, stretching it, anything. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do, you guessed. Finally, you decided to fuck it. You'd tell Dieter about your woes and he'd wait for you to exit the pool with a towel. You had no qualms about being wrapped in the huge Star Wars one someone gave him at a meet and greet. You swore your boyfriend had a doppelganger out there somewhere. You begged him to contact the guy playing Din Djarin for a remake of Parent Trap. D even had his ears pierced, it was perfect. To his effort, he called his agent and tried, but to no avail. Turns out that actor was a former stunt double of his and absolutely refused to work in the same vicinity. Your boyfriend took that in stride. Not before teasing the shit out of you, though.

"Oh, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you, sweetheart? Visiting me on set, seeing two of me. You'd try to make a pass at him too, get him to join us, I know. Be a sly little minx, get a menagé with me and him. Wouldn't that be a brainfuck, huh?"

Dieter is a sweet talker but a persistent yapper nonetheless. That's why he knew just how far he could go with the threesome talk. How to coax you to ask for what you need.

"Come on, say it. What do you think about my idea? Cat got your tongue? I hope not, because I quite like it when you use it to do that thing with the." You cut him off with a

"It's hot, okay. My holes being filled by you, well two of you, it's a dream. To have you like that. Need you now, though. Please, enough of daydreaming."

You didn't need more freaky tales about how he'd fuck his clone. You needed him. Of course, Dieter wasn't gonna keep you waiting.

He trails two fingers towards the fabric of your underwear, pulling the panties to the side. You can hear him mumbling about how "you're soaked enough just from his words" as he curls the pointer and middle finger inside of you. The familiar, yet ghastly sounding squelch sound was a testament to this, you guessed. Luckily, you could get your way with him too, using a couple of simple words.

"Please, give me your dick, please, I wanna come on it," is all it takes. Simple, easy. Has him reaching for sweatpants strings and pulling them down, along with his boxer shorts. He slides his member between your thighs as he rummages through the bedside drawer, looking for condoms. Time stills as you watch him tear open the package frantically and put it on with precision, still giving you a show. How he fucks you in missionary, pillow under your hips. How he spits into his palm, uses the slick that's down your thighs to coat his finger. How he keeps apologizing that you don't have lube and reassuring you he will stop if you tell him. How your lips form a perfect O when his finger moves past your cheeks, and inside of your ass. How he tells you that sharing you would probably be like this and you squeeze against him twice. How you both cum embarrassingly fast, all of it a little too much for you.

You remember this little anecdote and pull on the bikini that's already wedged itself in your ass. Sunscreen in one hand and big emperor sunglasses perched on top of your head, you scan the perimeter for Dieter. You spot him, but something looks a bit wrong. You're not sure what it is, a Mandela effect of some sort.

Maybe it's his hair, looking a bit more salt and peppery? You trail through his body, but you spot the long red beach shorts he's wearing. When did Dieter pack that? You wondered why, too, because you already shoved 3 different colored speedos in the hotel wardrobe. When in Rome, he seemed to say with those, even though you were pretty far from Rome. You're staring at his crotch for a good minute until you snap out. The lack of tattoos is a dead giveaway. The thick book that says something about plowing and bones is what cements it. D's very smart, he's got an Oscar for God's sake. But he simply doesn't have the attention span for a slow paced read like this . That was not your boyfriend. But they looked identical. They could be twins. You knew it wasn't a "parent trap" situation because Dieter's parents were married. But this was getting very "three identical strangers" for you.

You were busy gawking at the stranger to notice Dieter sliding himself next to you.

"What's caught your attention? Wait, what the fuck is that. Is that a mirror or something. Jesus, it moved. Oh my God, that's a man. How many fucking doppelgangers do I have?" He says.

"Should we talk to him? I mean, he's obviously staying in the same hotel. Stars aligning and all that."

Dieter raises a brow. He had plans for this vacation. They included you, him, lounging by the pool, maybe a couple of museum and insane amounts of sex. After all, somebody else was changing the sheets. A buddy would be a bit awkward. D planned to ravish you at dinner and not fork asparagus as he makes small talk. Or God forbid, make conversation with a crazed fan. But on the other hand, he was also curious like you. So he decided to bite the bullet. He intertwined his fingers with yours and took the short walk to the pool chair. Chest glistening with water, a strip of sunscreen on his Aqualine nose, almost like he came from the set of Gladiator 2.

Joel Miller lived under a rock. So he had never seen a Dieter Bravo thing. Maybe that one episode of Buffy that aired eons ago. But he had a daughter to raise, not much time to be a cinephile. Especially boring, uppity stuff like the plays or historical epics D was involved in. Ironically, Joel had seen Cliff Beasts 1-5 and was still waiting for 6, which they were "in post production limbo" for years, according to the fan forums. So he didn't recognize the celebrity. He was nonetheless intrigued because the man towards him looked more alike than even Tommy. And not to mention the breathtaking woman next to him.

Joel practically jumped when Dieter faced him. They were a spitting image of eachother, bar a few of the tattoos. The other man also looked leaner, while Joel had a more defined physique. Perks of the job, he thought. The job that was currently probably falling apart without him. But sue him for getting a holiday for once in his life. Sarah was too old (her words, not his) to spend Christmas with her dad. Rather do that with some friends from college. And he managed to charm the lady at the tourist agency to give him a discount, last minute trip and all. Now Mr. Miller was grateful to be alone. Because there was nothing that he wanted more than to sink his cock inside of you as Dieter watched from the cuck chair. And almost like an angel, the man says to him "Would you like to have sex with us? For science.". Joel snickers at you lightly smacking your boyfriend's arm and apologizing. Then come introductions. The three of you take to eachother. Of course, him and Dieter compare lives, fully invested in this Sliding Doors scenario. You rub sunscreen on both of them as they talk, only humming or asking additional questions. It's like you're supervising 2 bulls and you're a matador. Dieter reads out recent news in increasingly weirder voices he learned at school. Joel gives you crossword clues, correcting your spelling of cordyceps. The three of you pass around a ball in the pool, much to the chagrin of other guests. Joel Miller has never been wined and dined. But he comes pretty close to it when you're buying him mocktail after mocktail and charging them to the room. All he has to do for a beer is ask nicely. You're grabbing the bottle too fast and pressing your lips to the foam, slurping obscenely. Then you twist like a vine, between the two men. The bar chairs are uncomfortable, so you have to sit in their lap? Sure. Joel notices how Dieter subtly gropes you, grabbing handfuls of your ass and tits. Not to be undone, he makes sure to press you down against himself. It's a cat and mouse game now, and D intends to start it off properly. By asking you to go upstairs and get ready for a shower as he tags along behind you with Mr. Miller.

You've barely swiped your key card when they catch up to you. Dieter pins you to the door,lips on yours, while Joel clumsily tries to kiss your neck.

"How do you want it, pretty face? Wanna take it in your mouth, show us that you suck cock like a pro?" Dieter asks as you're already moaning for more. You shake your head no, envisioning something a little different.

"Greedy. Then what? Tell Joel first, tell him what you want from him." Your boyfriend prompts you.

"Fuck my ass, Joel. As D's inside of my pussy. I wanna feel you both. At the same time. I've never done that, always wanted to."

He basically reboots for a second and then goes for your bikini bottoms. He looks at Dieter for confirmation, who just nods and tosses a bottle of lube in his direction. Joel would stop and think if this is a good idea if his cock hadn't been painfully hard in his swimming trunks for some time now. So, instead of ruminating, he uncapped the lube and spreads it on his fingers. You're surprisingly still, like a doe in headlights. He can hear you breathe in and out as he teases your hole. Better get on with it if you wanted to take him, he reasons. So he slides a finger past your ass cheeks. He asks Dieter to palm your tits, rub your clit, anything to get you more loosened up. It works. Bucking your hips against your boyfriend distracts you. You're still shaking a bit, so he asks

"You two have never, I mean, she's never?" Taken it up the ass remains silent, as if it's too vulgar. As if Joel wasn't two knuckles deep inside of that hole as he questioned you.

"Not totally. I've taken fingers, plugs. Dieter likes to keep me on edge, that fucker. But never a cock." You say nonchalantly, as if you're asking him what he's doing tomorrow.

"It's just so impersonal. Yeah, I'm an ass man, but it's not the same. Especially with this one soaking me like a broken sprinkler. No lube can come close to this." Dieter cuts in as he curls his fingers just right and slides them inside of you.

You whine for more, but Dieter doesn't rellent. No, he's played this song and dance before. The orgy scenes from game of thrones? Those weren't scripted. So he knows exactly how to make two people tick at the same time. He thrusts his fingers, once, twice and pulls them out. Shushes your disappointment with a kiss. Slides his digits past Joel's lips. Loves how his doppelganger socks hungrily, acting like your pussy juice is ambrosia. Dieter counts to 5 and pulls them away, almost chipping Mr. Miller's tooth. It's a game, all of it. And he intends to win.

You sense the dick measuring contest from a mile away. But you're prepared. Dieter is thicker, but shorter. You blab on how full he makes you, how he stretches you out, how you're not sure if it will fit. Joel, longer, but not as thick. You try for the old "he's so pretty", oh it'll ruin me, I have never had it so deep in me before. Of course, your boyfriend does the honours. They both move against you, heads ready and throbbing. Dieter grumbles about picking up the wrong condoms, forgetting about his latex allergy. Thankfully Joel somehow gets one out of the pages of his book. As soon as you tease his about his choice, he smacks your ass.

"I could walk away right now, fuck my fist in the shower tonight and then tease you and your little boyfriend for the reminder of your stay. Or you could be a good little doll and respect your elders. Still wanna make fun of me?" He asks, rubbing his cock against your ass, against the spot where his fingers are still stretching you open.

"No, sir." You say. Dieter watches it all, and the tension is too much for him. He thrust his all too big for you cock into your pussy in one motion. Little tears form at the corners of your eyes. His movement pushes you into the mattress, into Joel. Who grips your hips and moves forward, as D moves back. You're sandwiched between them, and it almost is too much.

It certainly isn't the most comfortable. Then Dieter says it, that while it feels fucking amazing, he knows a better way. He slides off you and lays back, cock pointed straight in the air like a flag in a golf hole.

"Giddy up, cowgirl." He says in that voice, the one he's gonna be using for agent Whiskey in Kingsmen. The one that drives you wild. You crawl over to him with Joel still inside of you. It's almost funny, you're like two animals rutting desperately together. Dieter spreads his legs a little, watches you struggle to straddle him.

"Fucking horndog, you better behave if you want me to make you cum. I know you're a sensitive little bitch that loves every touch, but I doubt you'll finish just from anal. Show old Dieter a good time." He says as you take your time. Joel pauses, letting you sink on your boyfriend's cock. He knows that if you cum, your whole body will be reacting, including the sweet ass he was currently fucking. You reach out to help Dieter put it in, and apologize as your sharp hotel bracelet almost scratches him. The blonde receptionist with the thick Slavic accent had something against you, you could swear it. It's all forgotten as Dieter lifts his hips slowly and lets gravity do its job. You sink on his cock and all three of you try to move. It's a sweaty, wet mess. You're not sure who you're begging for more, who's praising you, who's telling you you're a filthy slut. The tears come naturally, and you don't even feel them fall. Until Joel reaches out to dry them, pad of thumb rough and calloused against your face.

"Look at her, crying already. We've barely started, doll." He says. Of course, the universe disagrees. And by the universe, of course here we mean Dieter Bravo's insufferable jealousy. Maybe it's the speed with which he fucks into you. Maybe it's the fact that he still has his rings on the hand he uses to rub brutal circles on your clit. But you can hear the elastic of the condom shift. You lift and low and behold, it's split, a slit right against it.

"We don't need it, do we pretty thing? I'm your boyfriend after all. I'm the one you come home to, I'm the one you fuck every night. I need you to say it, though. Tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum. Go on." He begs, as you rub against his tip. You reply with a "Need you, need to soak your cock." and as soon as you feel all of him, you do.

Coming on Dieter's cock as he starts to build a rhythm and Joel is about to finish too is a religious experience. The stranger chokes out a "You did good, doll" and two pumps later he's done. But of course, like a true southern gentleman, he goes on. He tosses the used condom in the trash can (with surprising accuracy) and he's back on the bed. His fingers are on your clit, despite you saying it's too much.

You, Javi Gutierrez, and Ezra. A perfectly imperfect trinity, each finding completeness in the others.

First came the desire, the undeniable chemistry you discovered by chance. The Fates intervening, guiding your paths to cross...

Still slightly new to the area, opting to park and wander a few random avenues to take in your local surroundings. Rounding a corner instead of waiting to cross at what felt like a stupidly long traffic light. Pausing mid-stride to bend down and tie a shoelace. Drawn to enter a café to your right by the enticing aromas of coffee and fresh baked goods wafting by you as the door was held open. The forced proximity of the crowded room offering furtive glances, half-hidden smiles, an offer of an extra seat at their table.  

You knew they weren’t just visitors – the manager and a couple of servers had happily greeted them during their stay, occasionally stopping by the table to make a bit of small talk when they could. Locals. It provided an extra layer of comfort in the situation.

Javi was the bubblier of the two. Everything about him felt like summer – golden skin, a crown of sun-kissed chestnut waves adorning his head. The warmth of his bright eyes, his dimpled, coy smile (especially when beaming at his partner), the gentle heat radiating from his palm as it enveloped yours upon your introduction.

And then there was Ezra…a seemingly polar opposite, at least in appearance and mannerisms. Fairer skin, a platinum comet-like streak flaring across his close-cropped ebony tresses. An aquiline nose, framed by slightly sharpened cheekbones. A calmer demeanor, with a more intense, probing gaze - dark and deep, save for a sparkle amidst the black when he smiled.

You were drawn into their orbit immediately. Ezra’s loquaciousness and the rhythmic timbre in his low drawl, in tandem with the almost musical inflection in Javi’s voice when he responded to your curious questions and cheeky banter. Both as rich and sumptuous as the coffee you savored and pastries you shared.

For a chance encounter with two complete strangers, you felt curiously grounded. Gravity pulled you in, kept you transfixed as the evening went on. Your conversations waxed and waned over a myriad of subjects, sharing stories and little jokes as though your souls had known each other long before you’d even met in this place.

It was the jangling of bells as the last patron (other than yourselves) had left through the front door, and the jostle and thud of surrounding chairs being stacked atop tables, that finally brought the three of you back to earth.

You blinked a few times and – shocked but, strangely, not surprised – you took note of the delicate touch of Javi’s fingers lazily brushing over your knuckles, the gentle weight of Ezra’s ankle crossed over yours, a cool strip of skin beneath the cuff of his trousers pressed against you. The three of you still huddled closely, long after the crowds had dissipated. The idea of personal space long forgotten, pointless.

How much time had passed with you sat like this, so unabashedly entwined…no matter.

They were open with their intentions, gentle and respectful with their request. Ezra gave voice to their proposition, with Javi’s earnest, hopeful gaze fanning the flames that had already begun to ignite beneath your skin.

“Seems the three of us are rather reluctant to leave each other’s company, starling. If you feel so inclined, may we continue this delightful…social intercourse elsewhere? Our apartment is just a short walk from here. The choice, of course, is yours. Say the word, and we’ll merry part, to perhaps merry meet again.”

You knew it – felt it in your very marrow – there was no declining their offer.

Your conversations flowed as you traveled the lamplit blocks towards their home, your steps falling together into a casual rhythm. Javi’s and Ezra’s fingers laced, their palms warm and reassuring against the small of your back as you strolled.

You came to a stop in front of a cozy looking, two-story alabaster painted brick building. The front steps and entrance were illuminated by copper gas lamp sconces flanking the matte black double doors. A soft amber glow peeked through the black steel framed windows of the second floor – their home.

Javi’s hand moved from your back to brush along your arm. Soft, chocolate-warmed eyes gazing at you as he spoke while Ezra fished for his keys to enter the building. “I know all of this may seem hasty. There are no assumptions here, no expectations. We just want to spend more time with you…however you’d like.”

The honeyed tone of his voice soothed your soul, warming you from within. Grasping at his fingers as his trailing hand reached yours, you felt bold enough to draw him closer. You leaned in, mouths temptingly close. “Let’s see where the night takes us, then.”

Ezra couldn’t help but stare as he stood in the open entryway, a pleased smile on his lips. This sort of thrill winding its way through him – so new, and yet familiar at the same time. The same pleasure and anticipation he felt upon first meeting his Javi. He outstretched his hand, beckoning you forward. “May I?”

Hand still clasped with Javi’s, you turned towards the doorway, your free hand slipping into Ezra’s welcoming grasp. “Lead the way.”

Their apartment was stylish yet comfortable - as inviting as the men themselves. The pair offered you an unhurried tour of the space, making every effort to make you feel welcome.

A buttery leather couch in rich toffee sprawled across the floor of the living room, a matching easy chair and footrest sitting catty-corner. A cream-colored fabric ottoman/coffee table sat in front of the couch, complementing the oversized throw pillows laying back against the armrests.

Tall, weathered oak bookcases lined the wall alongside the couch, the top only reached by a black wooden ladder connected to a matching steel frame spanning the full length. Multicolored rows of books nestled amongst the shelves, along with small trinkets and treasures the two had collected.  

Smiling images of Ezra and Javi in simple matted frames adorned the bookcases and nearby wall. Travels, celebrations, casual embraces, a stolen kiss or two captured on film – a visual chronicle of the life they’d built together.

The three of you settled into the couch, falling back into the same bubble of comfort you’d felt back at the café – only here, the air felt tinged with electricity. The quiet moments – no longer offset by the background noises of your earlier setting – now held something unspoken among you, as though suspended in midair.

You lounged sideways into the cushiony seating. Personal space once again bore no weight among you, with Ezra’s legs draped across your lap while he reclined, an offered resting place for your idle hands. Javi curled around Ezra’s back behind him, his upper body propped up by one of the plush throw pillows. You couldn’t help your thoughts beginning to drift while catching Javi’s finger gliding along the side of Ezra’s neck, rewarding him with an almost imperceptible sigh in response.

You’d never taken any chances such as this before – going home with two strangers, let alone one. An uncharacteristically daring choice, for sure.

With Javi and Ezra, you’d never felt more relaxed. At home.

None of you could pinpoint who made the first move. What you could recall, in delectable detail, was the passionate indulgence that followed as the night went on.

Gentle overtures as you edged closer, curling together into the couch cushions. Murmurs of “stay”, “our bed”, “yes” buried into the crook of his neck, brushed against the shell of your ear, pressed into the strong cadence of his pulse point.

The slow parade down the dimly lit hallway towards their master bedroom – bright laughter mingled with breathy sighs while you took turns locked in heated kisses. Exploring the dips and curves of inviting mouths - the gentleness in a flick of tongue against a cupid’s bow, the insistence in the grazing of teeth over pliant, yielding lips.

Fingers caressing warm skin as clothes were slipped, tugged, strewn about – a telltale trail of what awaited once you crossed the threshold at the end of the hall.

Crawling onto the comfort of their shared bed, happily falling into one another against the luxurious sheets. Taking the time to learn each other’s bodies, savoring the tang and salt on your tongues, committing to memory every gasp and moan elicited with a stroke, a caress.

Ezra’s body, solid and warm while you lay back against him. His usually clipped drawl more languid, syrupy with damp, wicked prose breathed against the back of your neck - just loud enough for Javi to hear with his head buried between your spread legs. Heated palms clutching, indents pressed into the meat of your thighs, holding you wide open for his partner to feast on you, ravenously lapping up every drop your pussy offered.

Javi’s body, a bit softer than Ezra but sturdy and broad, his full weight blanketing you. Pressing in with each slow thrust, a symphony of whimpers and gasps with the sweet sensation of Javi’s thick cock filling you. His head dipping down towards your throat, your chest. Lips latching onto your nipple, already budded by Ezra’s thick, teasing fingers. Your nails – and Ezra’s - grazing Javi’s scalp as the pace quickened, entwined fingers tugging at his luscious, damp curls. Javi’s mouth covering yours, drowning out your moans, bodies shuddering with your sweet release.

Your body, languorously stretched out beside such beautiful men – your beautiful men, at least for the night. Eyes transfixed on Javi’s slicked lips as they stretched around Ezra’s weeping cock, giving him proper attention after the two of you had your fill of each other. Back arching, the guttural groan escaping Ezra’s throat sent shivers straight through you. You let your hand wander, fingers dancing along Ezra’s collarbone, over his Adam’s apple. Gently pinching his chin between thumb and finger, drawing his gaze downward, all eyes on Javi as Ezra’s body tensed, shuddering, luxuriating in the sight of his cock spilling into Javi’s throat. 

Draped alongside you, Ezra’s head rested against your chest, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin as it caressed your thigh. Your fingers lazily stroked his damp hair, while Javi traced gentle whorls along Ezra’s spine as he lay on his side. A deep purr from Ezra rumbled against your body in response, his body stretching almost catlike into your collective touch.

Javi chuckled softly and pressed his lips to Ezra’s shoulder, hints of drowsiness in his voice. “I feel there’s a joke here, but it might be somewhat inappropriate with our present company.”

You raised your head slightly to catch Javi’s eye, grinning. “No worries, I appreciate a good pussy joke now and then.”

Javi’s lips flattened into a straight line in a valiant attempt to hold back a laugh. Failing quickly, he buried his face between Ezra’s shoulders, a loud snort-giggle bursting forth. The three of you collapsed into a fit of laughter, drawing your circle closer around each other in a pile of tangled limbs and giddy spirits.

Slowly settling into the comfort of the bed and the warmth of each other’s bodies, the three of you chatted quietly into the darkness. Each of you shared pieces of yourselves without hesitation, or shame. You kept to the agreement suggested earlier in your day together: no asking questions you wouldn’t be willing to answer yourself, and anyone had the right to decline if something felt too personal in that moment.

You’d been feeling a bit lost at your current point in life. You weren’t very close with your family, not your biological one at least. Your very small circle of friends – your found family – weren’t too far away, but just enough to be considered “a short distance”. Even though you found a promising job and a nice enough place to live, you still felt adrift, like you were searching for something indefinable. A stray puzzle piece.

Ezra and Javi had only felt the desire to invite another person into their bed on two other occasions – rare indulgences over the course of their five-year relationship. They certainly enjoyed those nights, and the willing partners they brought into their bed. But they admitted that those were perhaps more reckless choices, fleeting moments in their lives. Neither of those lovers stayed the night.

Javi’s voice was quiet, confession in his tone. “We had taken them to our bed, but we didn’t…”

“…We didn’t bring them home.” Ezra punctuated the last word with a squeeze to Javi’s thigh, a brush of fingers against your hand.

Grasping at Ezra’s blindly searching fingers, you tucked your arm under his, leaning over and reaching across to lay them both in contact with Javi’s tender belly. His broad palm laid over your joined hands. You worried your lower lip with your teeth, holding back a brimming tear as you felt the click of the last piece fitting into place before sleep finally claimed you.

The same energy and rhythm felt in bed followed everyone down the hall the next morning. They accepted your offer to help make breakfast, the three of you in a quirky slow dance about the kitchen. You giggled seeing Ezra peek over Javi’s shoulder as he prepared a delicious omelet, the teasing scrunch of Ezra’s nose when Javi swatted his hand away as he attempted to add more cheese.

Moments of comfortable silence fell while you enjoyed your morning meal. An occasional glance, a crookedly shy grin between bites. Idle chat of your plans for the rest of the day, a sly joke here and there.

Still…it felt as though too much was being left unsaid.

Ezra and Javi graciously offered use of their shower, giving you privacy so you could freshen up. Even though you accepted, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge in your chest. Withholding the selfish thought that you wanted their scent to linger on your skin, just a bit more. Inviting them to join you would have to suffice…

For the first time in the nearly 24 hours you’d spent together, things suddenly felt awkward. Nothing was promised beyond this. And yet, you couldn’t help but wonder…and secretly hope…

A heaviness settled among you as you said your goodbyes – time standing still with each full-bodied embrace. Gentle, lingering kisses. Hesitation evident in your slow pulling away from one another.

It was Ezra that finally decided to take the leap, as you turned towards their front door. Cool, silver-tongued Ezra, who suddenly found himself flustered, struggling to find the right words. “Starling…”

Halting mid-step, your hand stilled as you grasped the door handle. Keys and purse gripped in your slowly white-knuckled other hand. You remained motionless, not quite ready to turn and meet their eyes.

“You don’t…What I mean to say is, this doesn’t…” A slight crack in Ezra’s voice as his words came to a halt.

Heartbeat pounding in your ears, nearly drowning out Javi finishing his partner’s thought.

“This doesn’t have to be goodbye. Not if you don’t want it to.”

Your momentary pause felt like an eternity, until you quickly pivoted on your toes, tossing your possessions to the floor and striding into Ezra’s and Javi’s open arms.

You made time for each other, not just in your bedrooms. The three of you went on date nights - sometimes in pairs, others all together. A shared romance, with nothing hidden or held back from one another. You made sure to respect each other’s space when needed, but along the way, your hearts and lives became inseparable – entwined as the burgeoning ivy climbing along the outside wall of Javi and Ezra’s building.

You found yourselves deeply in love.

None of you believed it was possible at first. Each member of this trio had brought his or her own baggage, of varying size and weight. Those lingering not-so-resolved issues around trust and communication, the internalized shame of what others might call what you had “unconventional”, “nontraditional” – or worse. Yet, together you managed to make peace with your respective pasts, and were more than willing to do the work to make your relationship thrive.

Your image joined Javi and Ezra’s in the collection of photographs displayed in their home. It seemed a natural progression that you yourself would join them, permanently.

Spaces once carved out for two, now shared by three…toothbrushes on the bathroom counter. Gifted books and collectibles mingling on shelves in the living room. “Heated” negotiations over rearranging closet space. Choosing colors and patterns for new bedding. Getting used to new schedules and sleeping patterns, navigating quirks, habits and annoyances…

It wasn’t a seamless transition, but it was a happily – mutually – made decision. One that none of you felt any doubt or regret making.

Before you knew it, your first anniversary was approaching. You had wanted to travel together, to find a special vacation spot that would delight the three of you. Some ideas and destinations were discussed at length, others brought up and quickly voted down.

“At least there’s three of us so there’s no risk of a stalemate,” you quipped with a grin after the fifth – and sixth – possibilities were crossed off your combined wish list.

After a brief lull in the conversation, one word from Javi made you and Ezra look up in surprise.

“Iceland.”

Ezra raised a brow with a smirk. “Why, Javi…our bronze god is suggesting a frosty getaway?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his gentle poke, but laid your hand on Ezra’s knee and squeezed. “Let’s hear him out, I’m intrigued by the idea.”

Javi kissed your cheek in gratitude, and offered more details. “Imagine…witnessing the magnificence of the Northern Lights, while relaxing in the warmth and comfort of our own secluded hideaway. Here.” He grabbed his nearby laptop and placed it on the table, you and Ezra flanking him for a full view of the screen. “I did a little research, and bookmarked a website which seemed to promise just about everything we could need or want.”

The welcome section greeted you with a stunning full-page image of Iceland’s midnight sky, teeming with stars. The photo gallery that followed offered glimpses of the scenic landscape at various times of day, from outside and inside their various cabins.

You’d only seen photos of those scenic wonders – glorious illuminated hues of gold and green, blue and purple, ribboned across the night sky. To be able to see it up close, take in the beauty of it all in person…

You beamed, curling your arm around Javi’s bicep. “I love it. I’m in if you’re in.” You glanced over at Ezra, already knowing his answer. “What about you?”

Ezra’s lightly teasing stance softened, and his smile grew as he looked over at the screen, then to the pleased look on his partner’s face. “I have to say, pretty, you certainly did your homework. I’m beginning to see your vision.”

Javi’s cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s actually been a longtime desire of mine to go there. It’s just so fascinating, so uniquely beautiful.”

The vote was unanimous.

The next step was to decide on the accommodations. All of you pored through the options, looking for a location along the coast. Ezra declared that “Seclusion is paramount. No need for the hindrance of prying eyes of possible neighbors.”

As he continued to scroll through the website, you caught Javi’s eye, nodding your head towards Ezra and mouthing the words “naked time” with a wink.

There had been several lodges to choose from, each of them offering its own stunning views. Each of their names were chosen from Norse mythology. Just when you felt your eyes on the brink of bleariness from scouring the photos and reviews on the site, your collective gaze was drawn to the same listing: Freyja – named after the Norse goddess of love, beauty, sex and magic.

Javi could barely hold back his excitement. “Everything we would want for our trip - how could we not choose Freyja?”

“It does seem apropos for our little clan, doesn’t it?” Ezra touched a finger to Javi’s cheek, a gentle pressure twisting Javi’s head to face him.  “I’d swear there’s a glimmer in those doe eyes of yours, pretty.”

You chuckled at the pair. “Don’t flatter yourself, it must be from the glow of the laptop screen.” Ezra grinned, never looking away from Javi while his free hand managed to sneak its way to your seat. You yelped with a jump from the sudden sting as Ezra pinched your inner thigh.

After a long but mercifully uneventful flight and subsequent car ride, sighs of relief followed you into your home for the next few days, as the three of you dropped your luggage by the door of the cabin.

“We’ll be using that outdoor jacuzzi for sure, it’s worth a few seconds in the cold,” you noted, nodding back towards the door, “but I think we should set up our goods in the kitchen and tour the place first.”

It was cozy, just enough space for all of you to move about comfortably. Rustic and modern elements beautifully married - rich hardwood blended with hexagonal matte ceramic tiles that lined the floor in the kitchen and crept up the wall to make the backsplash. Sleek leather chairs surrounded the cozy round dining table. Earth-toned custom tiling in contrasting textures decorated the walls of your master bath.

Towards the front of the cabin, sleek lighting embedded in the floor illuminated your bed, the spacious mattress cradled by a beautifully crafted live-edge base and headboard. Ezra couldn’t help himself, stating how he longed to “test the comfort of the mattress” later that evening. You reached for one of the downy pillows as you passed, playfully whacking Ezra square on his gorgeous ass. “Plenty of time for that. And in front of this stunning sight – take a look!”

Standing side-by-side at the foot of the bed, you peered through the surrounding tall glass panels, silently taking in the panoramic views of the snow-dusted landscape – a rippling river cutting through the hills and valleys of the countryside, vast mountains on the far horizon. The sun high in the sky, making everything beneath it shimmer.

Javi marveled at the beauty before him, a contented smile on his face as he gazed through the glass towards the glorious outdoors. His soft observation cut through the silence. “And to think, soon we’ll get to experience the Northern Lights up close.”

There was a note of wonder in his voice, and you felt a tear to your eye, knowing how much he’d been looking forward to this – and to celebrate it with Ezra and you, together. Ezra pressed his lips to Javi’s temple and turned his gaze back to the windows. You grasped their hands, warm palms flush against each other’s, fingers tightly intertwined.

Not wanting to waste another minute, your slightly tired but excited trio decided to take a leisurely stroll along the nearby trails. It was invigorating to breathe deeply and enjoy the crisp air.

You traversed the rocky paths connecting the network of cabins, all of which were spaced well enough to offer privacy during your stay. You filled your phones with dozens of photos, wanting to capture as much of the stunning scenery nature provided. Javi took great care in framing his shots just so, using his keen eye for cinematography to create memories the three of you could peruse together, maybe add a few more framed treasures to your growing collection at home.

As evening fell, the excitement felt among you softened, became more relaxed and indulgent. Ezra insisted you and Javi go freshen up a bit. The two of you were “forbidden” to enter the kitchen area while he prepared the evening meal. “It’ll only be a short while, go occupy yourselves while I whip up some succulent delights for us to share.”

Javi couldn’t resist slipping behind Ezra while he worked, hand snaking around his waist and dipping between Ezra’s thighs. Javi pursed his lips and kissed behind Ezra’s ear, murmuring before stealing away, “Not to worry, love. We won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.”

Both you and Javi fell onto the bed laughing with Ezra’s teasing reply. “Well, I’m afraid you’ve a bit of a wait, and that is an awfully short list.”

Lying back against the soft pillows, your leg crossed over Javi’s at the ankle, you began scrolling through each other’s camera rolls, pointing and admiring the moments you had captured so far in your travels. Before long, the sun had kissed the horizon goodnight, and the lights dimmed, save for the recessed floor lights beside the bed and along the nearby hall. Ezra’s melodious “Supper’s ready!” had the two of you laying your phones on the nearby nightstand and rolling off the bed to head towards the dining table.

Your eyes were greeted by the soft glow of candlelight, and an assortment of delicious fruits, cheeses, smoked fish and other shareable noshes carefully arranged on platters. The neck of a wine bottle peeked out from a chilled bucket, tiny droplets of condensation already forming on the outside.

Both you and Javi greeted Ezra once more with a tender kiss as a thank you. He responded in kind, humming into each press of lips. “Happy to spoil my favorites, especially for our anniversary.”

Javi’s brow raised while he pulled your chair out for you. “Favorites, hm?”

Ezra waited until Javi was settled beside his seat, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze, then yours. “My ones and only.” He reached over to the wine bucket, retrieving the bottle and pulling the cork with a soft pop.

“May I?” Ezra glanced at each of you, gesturing towards your long-stemmed wine glasses. You both nodded, and Ezra poured enough for each of you to savor with your meal. Raising his glass, he asked if you would do the honors of giving a toast.

You pondered for a moment, your heart swelling as the words came to you. “To the Fates. For pulling and spinning the threads that have woven our lives together.”

As supper wound down late into the evening, you peeled off the rest of the day’s garments and wrapped yourselves in lush cotton robes, making your way outside to the hot tub. Its bubbly warmth like a siren’s call, urging you to quickly shed your robes and step into its open embrace.

Comfortably seated and leaned back, you luxuriated in the generously sized jacuzzi, allowing the jets to soothe your muscles. Plumes of steam danced across the water as it met the colder night air.

Your bodies submerged into the heated water, heady with the rich decadence of the food and wine you had enjoyed. Eyes turned towards the sky, reveling in the multicolored auroras as they continued their cosmic dance above you. A canopy of stars glittered behind, making the ethereal lights even more vibrant.

With Javi and you reclined and leaning against him at either side, Ezra was in his glory. A soft moan escaped his lips, just this side of obscene. Javi chuckled, letting his fingers dance across Ezra’s chest. “Feeling good, love?”

Ezra’s lips pressed together in a satisfied hum, eyes fluttering closed as the back of his head met the headrest. “Resplendent.”

You relaxed in a comfortable silence for a short while, cherishing the wonder and beauty of your surroundings, and the dazzling display above you. Even if you only captured a few photos of the Lights, the memories would be emblazoned in your hearts for years to come.

Soon you found yourselves melting into one another, each kiss and caress stoking the fire among you, intensifying the heat already permeating your skin from the jacuzzi. Javi suggested the three of you head back inside, to the warmer confines of your bed.

Ezra chose to indulge in the steamy bath just a bit longer, still relishing nature’s light show. You and Javi each touched your lips against Ezra’s before stepping out of the hot tub. Ezra’s eyes followed your divinely naked figures as you emerged from the water, calling out as you grabbed your robes and hurried to escape the chill of the nighttime air. “As much as I hate to see you go….I rather enjoy watching you leave.”

Feeling refreshed, and thankfully not waterlogged from the extra time in the hot tub, Ezra shivered as he returned indoors, quickly shutting the door behind him to banish the cold. Tiny whorls of steam arose from his shoulders as he padded across the entryway towards the bed, bare feet leaving slightly damp prints in his path.  

He stopped in his tracks, stunned to silence - a rare moment from such an effusive man as Ezra. He was doing his best not to disturb the exquisite scenery before him – both outdoors and inside. Eyes drawn from the airbrushed waves of emerald shimmering in the evening sky, to an even more celestial sight….

Javi and you, tangled together in your lavish, inviting bed facing the windows. Your naked, writhing bodies, dappled in green-gold as the last vestiges of the Northern Lights outside danced with the aureate glow of the electric fireplace in your chambers.

Your leg was lazily draped over Javi’s thigh, his thick fingers gliding over the curve of your ass, pressing into the supple flesh. Hips grinding together, soft moans permeating the silence of the room as Javi’s mouth hungrily sought yours.

The warmth from the hot tub dissipated, replaced by a more intense heat beginning to seep into Ezra’s skin. He untied the belt of his bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. He gave his hair a final swipe with the towel draped around his neck, adding it to the pool of terrycloth behind his heels.

The shock of platinum lay nestled in the damp wisps gracing Ezra’s forehead. Gooseflesh emerging as the heat from the fireplace licked at his still-dewy spine and shoulders. His plush lower lip caught in his teeth, biting back a low hiss while his hand wandered at the sight of the two of you, down to his now aching cock.

Caught up in each other, neither you nor Javi seemed to take note of Ezra’s return. Spurred on by the debauched display, Ezra pondered for a moment whether he would rather appease himself by watching, or if he should heighten his ecstasy by joining you in bed.

His faraway thoughts were interrupted by a low murmur from across the room. Javi’s dulcet tone, rich and caramel-thick. Ezra’s eyes latched onto Javi’s deep pools as they peered over your bare shoulder.

“As enjoyable a view as this is…” Javi’s gaze dropped lower, lingering on Ezra’s hand between his thighs, enjoying the sight of his fully engorged cock. He offered a teasing grin, eyes raised once more to meet Ezra’s darkened pupils. “I think he’d be warmer and much more comfortable over here with us.” Javi nuzzled your throat, pressing a tender kiss. “Wouldn’t you agree, love?”

Your head turned slightly, your beautiful profile in full view, skin aglow from the shimmering outdoors and from the pleasure of Javi’s tender caresses. A beckoning grin on those sinful lips.

“I do agree. Wholeheartedly.”

Javi gave Ezra a playful wink, and stopped your giggling with another searing kiss. Ezra couldn’t help but chuckle at the two of you, shaking his head. He still could not fathom how lucky he was to have found these two incredible – and incredibly sexy – partners to spend his life with.

Ezra made his way over to the closest side of the bed, relishing the view of your back being caressed by Javi’s broad palm, your hips and ass rocking gently against Javi’s body. He sat on the edge of the mattress, reaching down to let his fingers trail first over Javi’s hand, dancing over his fingertips, then up along your spine. You groaned into Javi’s kiss, your back arching with Ezra’s lingering touch.

His fingers brushed over your bare shoulder, up along your hairline, blunt nails grazing the nape of your neck. He heard you sigh openly as Javi’s mouth parted from yours. Javi smiled against your lips as he teased, “Seems neither one of us can keep our hands off our girl….can we?”

Ezra’s gaze met Javi’s once more. “It does seem that way, pretty.” Their eyes locked, Javi’s hips canted forward once more, as Ezra’s hand cradled the back of your head, catching just enough hair in his grasp to give a slow tug.

The dual sensations sent a jolt through you, and your body responded in kind – hands wrapped tightly around Javi’s shoulders, pulling him even closer. Your pussy clenching around Javi’s cock, drawing a moan from his kiss-swollen lips.

Maintaining his hold, Ezra carefully positioned his body so it laid flush with your back. Your ass pressed against him, and his hips lurched forward, chasing the delicious friction of his thick, weeping cock sliding between the cleft of those plush cheeks.

He gently stroked your scalp, pressing delicate kisses to your hairline and neck. His breath was warm, damp against the shell of your ear.

“Can’t have you holding back now, starling. You know I love how sweetly you both sing for me.” His eyes roamed, catching Javi’s blown-black gaze. “How exquisite.”

Ezra swept his free hand over your hip, reaching across to stroke Javi’s cheek. He grinned at the flush that spread over Javi’s face and throat with the gentle caress. Javi’s mouth parted slightly as two fingers brushed over the plump bottom lip, the tip of his tongue flicking against Ezra’s fingertips.

A hoarse whisper against your ear – Ezra’s words forming a question, but his tone more a gentle command directed at your other gorgeous partner.

“May I?”

You watched breathlessly as Ezra’s fingers slowly disappeared into Javi’s inviting mouth, lips wrapping around them with a muffled groan. Your pussy clenched at the gorgeous sight, fluttering around Javi’s cock still buried deep inside you.

Ezra sighed with pleasure, his cock slick and hot against your cheeks with a thrust of his hips. The ache deep within him growing, he slid his fingers from Javi’s lips with a sinful, wet pop.

Both you and Javi felt Ezra’s hand slip between you, his palm splayed over your mound. Warm skin meeting heated flesh as Javi’s hips began to roll once more against yours.

Ezra’s hand slid lower. His spit-slicked fingers tented, spread wider to draw your puffed lips open further, Javi’s stiff cock gliding between the parted digits as he fucked you.

Javi buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting breaths against your already damp skin sending a shiver down your spine.

Your cries gained volume with each thrust, adding to the debauched symphony of skin slapping against skin, the slick sounds of your pussy taking every inch of Javi’s cock. The wicked touch of Ezra’s fingers between your bodies, teasing both you and Javi simultaneously – losing yourselves in such absolute pleasure.

Your fingers tugged at Javi’s dampened curls, feeling both your bodies hurtling towards the edge. Ezra felt your body tensing - he knew you were close. He could feel his own body winding up, the sweet ache low in his belly. Music in his ears and gravel in his throat.

“That’s it, pretty. Make our girl sing.”

Slow, gentle swirls against your clit, Ezra’s finger dancing to the sinful rhythm of Javi sinking his cock deep inside you.

Javi’s mouth latched onto your shoulder, his hips giving a final deep thrust. He bit down as his body shuddered, coming with a low groan.

The pain-pleasure coursing through you with his teeth sinking into your flesh, your body soon joined Javi’s in ecstasy. Your pussy clenched tightly, throbbing with pleasure around his pulsating cock. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your free hand reached back instinctively, clawing at Ezra’s thigh and hip.

Ezra grunted with the sharp contact of your nails, and continued to rut his slicked cock against you. His voice was rough, needy as he talked you through your orgasm while chasing his own. “That’s it…so fucking beautiful…”

Biting back a whimper as his spent cock slipped from deep inside you, Javi leaned in close. His lips covered yours, greedily licking his way into your mouth. You sighed into the kiss, your body sinking into the languid haze of pleasure.

Your teeth grazed Javi’s plump lower lip as you pulled back, breaking your kiss. Catching his eye, you winked with a grin, and began to pivot your body to turn and face Ezra. He uttered a broken whimper with the momentary loss of contact with your body.

His whimpering ceased as Javi pulled him closer once you were comfortably settled between them. Javi reached his hand up, stroking along Ezra’s cheek and jaw, relishing the friction of his patched beard dragging across his knuckles.

Pressing open-mouthed kisses along Ezra’s chest and shoulder, you whispered against his skin. “Your turn to sing for us, love.” You carefully snaked your hand in between the two of you, stroking the coarse thatch of hair below his hips. You were rewarded with a full-throated groan as your hand made contact with his weeping cock, feeling it twitch with the brush of fingertips over the head, the curling of your now slicked fingers around the shaft.

Javi curled his arm around the both of you in a full embrace. His fingers brushed along Ezra’s hip and ass, dancing over his fiery skin. The caressing suddenly stopped, with Javi raising his hand once more, touching two fingers to your mouth.

Javi’s eyes bore into Ezra’s, smiling wickedly as he borrowed a familiar phrase.

“May we?”

Ezra nodded, breathlessly panting in anticipation. “Fuck, yes….please…” He canted forward instinctively in a desperate need to be touched.

A gentle tap against your lower lip, and Javi’s fingers slid into your warm, wet mouth, coating them completely. You hummed around them as they slipped back out, while gently squeezing Ezra’s aching cock.

His eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back to expose his elongated neck. Ezra's mouth formed a plump, perfect O as your tongue flicked against his throat, relishing the salt drawn from his skin. You pumped your open fist over his cock, stroking the full length of his shaft. You could feel him slowly coming apart, his hips stuttering with uneven thrusts.

Ezra could feel Javi’s damp fingers trailing over the curve of his ass, down into the crease between his cheeks. Dipping lower, the pads of his fingertips gently rubbed against the tight ring of muscle, and just beneath.

Ezra was overwhelmed with the sensation, giving up a strangled cry as he came. His cock pulsated, milky ropes of cum streaking Ezra's belly, coating your hand as you slowly guided him through the exquisite aftershocks.

Beneath the glow of the Nordic sky, the three of you lay tangled in sweaty, sticky, breathless bliss. Ezra turned to each of you, taking turns raising Javi’s and then your palm to his lips, a warm kiss imprinted into your skin. “I’m not one to believe much in an afterlife, but I’d say this is as close to heaven as I could get.”

“Happy anniversary, my loves.” Javi snuggled closer, gliding his nose along your shoulder and neck as you lay between your partners. You kissed the top of Javi’s head, responding softly against his sweat-slicked curls. “The first of many.”

“And there’s still more to discover and enjoy here for us…but first – ” Ezra’s statement was interrupted by a drowsy yawn. “We indulge in the beauty of sleeping in.”

You chuckled, suddenly pulling yourself up to a seated position and crawling over outstretched legs off the edge of the mattress to stand. “First -” You held out your hand towards Ezra, giving both of them a warm smile. “We indulge in a long, soothing shower. Then we fall asleep beneath the stars.”

Ezra took your hand and pulled himself upright, giving Javi’s ass a playful smack as he left the bed. “How could we refuse an offer so tempting?”