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I woke up the next morning and rolled over, expecting to cuddle up to Jon. What I got was an empty bed. Not even the lovely Mercedes was there for me to curl up against. In my sleepy stupor, I started to wonder if everything had been a dream. Was I waking up in my own bed back home? I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. Nope. Definitely not my shitty apartment.

I turned my head to look at the clock on the wall. 9:36 am. That's not late by my standards and we had been up pretty late last night. Jon had probably woken up early to go work out and Mercedes looked like the kind of woman who did the same thing. I looked at my bare stomach and grumbled. One of these days, I'd find a way to get that motivated, too.

I sighed and sat up, not bothering to pull a sheet up over my body. A sudden rush of loneliness came over me. It's not the best feeling to wake up alone, especially after being so intimate with someone hours earlier.

I sat there for a few minutes, feeling hurt and cold, despite the fact that it was already pushing 80 in Tampa this morning. Mercedes jolted me out of my funk when she walked into the room and smiled.

"Oh, you startled me!" she laughed. "I thought you were still sleeping."

"I was until a moment ago. How long have you been up? Also, where's Jon? Is he in the kitchen?"

"No, he had to catch a flight, so he was up at five. Do you want some coffee? Tea? I can fix you some breakfast before you leave."

"That's...weird. He should have time off until Thursday or Friday night. Why'd he have to take such an early flight?" I stared at the wall in front of me before lightly smacking my cheek and looking back at her. "Uh, coffee please. That would be great right now. Breakfast sounds wonderful, too."

She turned to leave the room, but stopped in the doorway. Looking over her shoulder, she added, "You can get dressed if you want, but there's no pressure at all. This is a pro-nudity space, so it's up to you, cutie." She winked at me and left the door open as she went to pour me a cup. It's hard to not blush at a comment like that.

I did choose to get dressed, though, since I did have a flight early that afternoon. I didn't have to work that night, but I wanted to make sure I was back and able to get a good night sleep for my return to normal life. I followed the smell of Colombian beans from the bedroom into the kitchen where she handed me a mug and giggled at the noise I made after I took the first sip. She gestured for me to sit down at her kitchen table while she started to cook up a small egg scramble for me.

"So how are you doing this morning?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You seemed a bit hesitant about everything last night. First threesome jitters, maybe?"

"Maybe. You two didn't seem nervous at all."

"That's because I've had many threesomes before and of course he has. I mean look at him," she laughed. She saw my face drop. "I assume, that is. I never had one with him before and he never mentioned them to me. He's just so adventurous that...you know..."

"Nah, it's fine. He probably has. I don't know why I should feel jealous about it."

"It's probably because you love him." She scraped the eggs onto a plate and handed them to me. I studied her face and there was no sign of a smile or laughter. I was waiting for her to break and tell me she was joking.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Lana. I know you just met me last night, but this is a safe space. I saw the way you look at him. Those were smitten eyes, girl. Trust me, I should know. I used to look at him the same way when he lived around here."

I nearly choked on my food as she sat down across from me. She handed me a glass of orange juice and I calmed myself down.

"He told me that you two never dated. You just fucked around a lot," I said once I had caught my breath.

"Yeah, that's true. It's not for lack of trying though. My whole strategy was to give him pussy so good and so wild that he wouldn't want to get it anywhere else. It turns out that that's not the best way to get someone to feel actual emotion for you." She laughed at her comment, but her eyes stayed serious.

"He also said that if you two had dated, you wouldn't be friends right now."

"Yeah, that's probably true. I tend to not stay friends with my exes and I can be a lot of handle in a relationship. I can be pretty hot-headed at times, to say the least. For as laid back a guy as he is, he can get pretty intense in arguments, too. We were around each other so much back then that we would fight sometimes. It was like we were in a relationship, but it was very much one-sided, emotionally. I felt for him, but it never quite seemed like he felt the same way about me."

Mercedes' words resonated inside my head. They sounded kind of familiar, but Jon and I were different...right? He was actually in a relationship with me. He was my boyfriend and I, his girlfriend. Sure it was an open relationship, but that seemed to be working well enough for us, especially now that I had Dave to fill in for him between visits. It was casual and fun and relatively drama-free. We really liked each other a lot, but I still wouldn't call it love. I don't think I'd be capable of love again after Scott left me. Love requires trust and I'm not sure I could trust a man with my heart like that. But did that mean that I didn't trust Jon? I'd told him I trusted him. Was I lying to him and myself? Do I trust Dave? Do I trust myself? Do I love myself?

I quickly shook my head and rubbed my hands over my face. It was still too early for me to self-destruct today. I could think about all these things on the flight home.

"I think I may need another cup of coffee, if you don't mind. I seem to still be a bit sleepy."

She nodded and poured me another. I thanked her again when I took it in my hands.

"But yeah, I guess what I'm trying to say is, just be careful. It took me a while to let go of those feelings and just see him as my fuck buddy. Falling in love with him will just hurt you because it'll always be unrequited. He never told me what happened when he was younger, but something definitely closed him up to ever being vulnerable enough to love someone else."

"It's a good thing I'm not in love with him, then."

I stared into my cup, strangely afraid to look at Mercedes after the words left my mouth. I could feel her watching me, judging my reaction. I held my position as best as I could. After a moment, she cleared her throat.

"I see..." She took my empty plate and brought it to the sink. "Just keep it light, okay? He's the kind of guy you keep as a good friend and better lay. Don't be like me and try to get him into a relationship. It won't work so well!" She laughed to herself and clapped me on the shoulder as she left the kitchen.

I checked my phone for the time and saw that I should head out soon to deal with all the airport bullshit. I dealt with reorganizing my bag and went to go say goodbye to Mercedes and thank her for everything. She smiled sweetly, told me anytime, gorgeous and kissed me on the lips, leaving me speechless. Don't get me wrong, I liked it, but it took me by surprise.

Still, as I walked down to the street and hailed a cab, the only thing that my mind could focus on was the fact that Jon had apparently never told Mercedes that we were dating.

Normally on the rare occasion that I fly, I sleep through it, but this time, I couldn't. All I could think about was getting off that plane, grabbing my bag and calling Jon the moment I stepped outside. I couldn't bear wondering about things a moment longer. Unluckily for him, I had all that time on the plane to seethe and stew in my frustration.

I squinted my eyes at the bright afternoon sun once I stepped outside and quickly decided that I'd rather argue in my car than in public. I hurried to the long-term parking and pulled my phone out as soon as I closed the door. My hands were almost trembling as I pulled up his contact. Asshole. The way I was feeling at the moment, that title was more than fitting.

"Hey bitch, how was-?"

"Why did you leave this morning without saying goodbye to me and why doesn't Mercedes know we're dating?!" My words burst out loud and frantic, to the point where even I couldn't make out exactly what I was saying.

"Fuck, slow down there, Lana! What's the matter? Why are you so upset?"

I took a few deep breaths, knowing that the only way to have this conversation was to try to be as calm as possible. I cleared my throat and started again.

"Okay, first off, I hope you had a safe flight this morning," I said, trying to hold back any sound of sarcasm.

"I did, thanks. Sorry I didn't tell you that I was leaving so early."

"Yeah, that was kinda inconsiderate of you, asshole. I felt really upset and lonely when I woke up in an empty bed and found out that you had left without saying goodbye to me."

I could hear him sigh into the receiver. "We'd only been sleeping for like two hours, so I figured you'd be really pissed if I had woken you up. You looked so peaceful and when I was getting dressed, you and Mercedes cuddled up to each other. I couldn't ruin something like that. It was too fucking cute. I did take a picture on my phone, though." He laughed lecherously into the phone.

"So you didn't say goodbye to her either?" That fact made me feel a little better, I guess.

"Nah, I had just told her a few days ago that I wouldn't be able to stay the whole day like I have in the past because I had to get back home and deal with real-life bullshit. Bills and stuff. I only have a few times a month where I can deal with that and today was the last one before shit was due."

"Okay. You still should have told me, too." I sighed and swallowed hard. One gripe down, one big concern to go. "So Mercedes and I talked this morning over breakfast."

"She's a really cool chick, huh?"

"I do like her. She's nice and makes really good coffee. Anyway, we got to talking about...relationships and stuff...and I got the implication that you never told her we were a thing. Is that true?"

"Yeah, it is."

I was stunned at how quickly he responded. I had expected him to pause and draw out the answer, trying to put as positive a spin on it as he could.

"Why? I'd be lying if it said that it didn't hurt. I mean I know we're supposed to be fun and casual, but I don't really want to be considered just another one of your regulars..."

"I don't consider you one of my regulars, Lana. Mercedes...ahh, she's a kinda tricky situation. When I was living in Tampa, we never dated, but that wasn't for lack of her trying. I told her I didn't date. That I didn't do relationships. The same thing I told you in the beginning. She tells me that she's over me, and I think that she is for the most part, but I was afraid that telling her I was dating someone might hurt her and she's too good of a friend to do that to."

"...And maybe she would have turned down your suggestion of having a threesome with you and your girlfriend?"

"Yeeaahh, maybe that was a little part of it," he laughed.

"You're an asshole," I said flatly, although a small smile was on my face. "Thanks. I, uh...feel a bit better now."

We briefly talked for a bit after that about where he'd be working over the next week before we said our goodbyes. I hung up the phone, still with a nagging feeling under my skin.

I thought back to all my concerns during the threesome itself. The way that Jon and Mercedes responded to each other and how it felt like they forgot that I was there once. I still couldn't tell if it had been by accident or if they were trying to make me jealous. If that were the case, would it have been Mercedes wanting me to be jealous? She seemed so easy-going around me that morning and she didn't give me any strange vibes during that talk, so it didn't sound right. Plus she didn't know he and I were dating, so what reason would she have? Did Jon want me to be jealous? Did he get off on two women fighting over him? Was it almost payback for the fact that I had been sleeping with Dave? He'd never given me a reason to think that before and he'd pushed me so hard to have sex with other people, so that didn't sound right either.

My head started to hurt and I massaged my temples with the heel of my hands. I was starting to feel paranoid and was over-thinking everything, as usual. Maybe I really was jealous.

I'd decided to pick up some extra shifts to try to distract me from my worries regarding everything from the threesome. If I had a lot of free time, all I'd do is dwell on my insecurities and creeping jealousies, but if I was working, I'd lose myself in the art of mixing and socializing with the bar patrons.

My extra shifts went on a little longer than I had originally intended. I had hoped to pick up one or two, but I ended up working twelve shifts over two weeks and by the time I had two days off in a row, I was fucking exhausted.

I came home Wednesday night after closing the bar alone and noticed that there was a note taped to my door.

I knew you were working really hard these last two weeks, so I snuck over before you clocked out and drew you a bath. Enjoy, L, you deserve it.

-Dave

I plucked the note off of the door and held it to my chest. Dave was really the best friend I could ever ask for.

I opened the door and noticed that Dave hadn't locked up before he left. It was important that he had my spare key – he was my emergency contact – but sometimes he was a little absentminded with small things. This honestly wasn't the first time he'd forgotten to lock a door behind him. Then again, the last time he did that was clearly on purpose and in hindsight, had made my life a lot more interesting.

As soon as I walked into the main room, I could smell something wafting from the bathroom. Lavender. That Dave, he must've put some of that lavender oil I told him about into the tub. I loved him for that. I set my bag down on the couch and dragged myself into the bathroom. There were candles set up and a glass of Moscato was sitting on the edge of the tub. Dammit, Dave. You thought of everything.

I closed the door and got undressed as quickly as possible. I could feel the heat from the steam swirling around in the small space. I clipped my hair up and carefully stepped inside the tub, sinking myself down into the hot water. The combination of the lavender smell and the heat made my body relax almost instantly. I took a sip of the wine and leaned back against the tub. I could stay in here all night.

When my glass was empty and the water began to feel cooler, I decided that I probably shouldn't stay in here all night. I climbed out and flicked on the light before blowing out the candles. I toweled myself off and that's when I finally noticed the silk robe hanging on the door. Jesus, he even bought me a robe? I took it off the hook and noticed that there was another note on it.

Don't worry, L. It wasn't expensive. I just thought it might be nice for you to have something to throw on quickly, since you tend to be naked most of the time you're home.

Jerk.

I put on the robe and tied it loosely around my waist. The fabric felt smooth against my skin and for the first time in two weeks, I felt beautiful and confident. It's amazing what a nice hot bath can do for your soul.

I opened the door and found myself staring at Dave and Jon standing in my living room... dressed in suits. I stood there, frozen, gawking at what I assumed must be a hallucination. Clearly I had worked too much these past weeks and now I was delirious.

They both had their heads down and I assume they didn't realize I was there. Dave kept trying to put his hands in pockets that didn't exist and Jon was adjusting his tie. I noticed a smirk appear on Jon's face and his eyes slowly rolled up until he was looking at me through his lashes. Any anger I felt toward him melted away with that one damn look. Fuck. He knew how to play me like a damn drum.

"Looks like someone's done with her bath, Dave," he said in a low, velvety voice.

Dave finally gave up on his search for pockets and lifted his head to look at me. "I think you're right, Jon. All clean and smelling like flowers. Wearing nothing but a thin robe. What do you think we should do about that?"

"I don't know, Dave. Let's ask her." Jon slowly paced towards me and stopped inches away from me. He leaned in just a little bit and softly said, "What do you think we should do about that, Lana?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I mouthed how...why are you here? and he smiled.

"I knew you were still upset with me about Mercedes and Dave texted me saying you were working yourself like crazy, so we decided to surprise you with that threesome you so badly wanted." He dipped his head lower until I could feel his breath on my ear. "We're here to make sure you can't walk by morning," he whispered.

I didn't mean to, but I started giggling.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Jon asked, standing upright.

"It's just...that was a cheesy line." I covered my mouth with my hand in an attempt to hide my laughter.

Jon's face screwed up in a grimace and he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. "Just get your cute ass over here, will ya?"

I felt my cheeks blush as he guided me over to where Dave was standing.

"You're not too tired for this, right El? We want to make sure you really enjoy this," Dave asked.

I nodded and placed my hand on his cheek, rubbing it along his jawline. "I am wide awake right now, Dave. This is the best way I could've even imagined to end this week." I put my hands on my hips and sighed. "So how do we start this thing?"

I saw Dave and Jon give each other a look before they both placed a hand on my shoulder and slid the silky fabric away from my neck. They both leaned in and kissed my neck while one hand pulled on the sash that closed the robe and another slipped between the fold and gently cupped a breast. I closed my eyes and took in the sensations of two warm mouths...of four large hands. I tilted my head back to give them more skin to cover.

Dave left soft open-mouthed kisses that moved down my collarbone, occasionally sucking gently, but never enough to leave a mark. Jon made sure to mark his territory, leaving small sharp nips on my skin as he worked his way up to my ear. I felt a different hand grab my other breast and they both began to lazily rub my nipples with their thumbs. Jon sucked my earlobe into his mouth and circled his tongue around it, biting it gently and dragging his teeth as he pulled his mouth off.

I had begun to make some soft moans in between my increasingly heavy breaths. They were barely audible, but they were there. Both of the boys moved their mouths away from me and I opened my eyes to see what they were doing. They had their ears as close to my mouth as possible and their free hands were caressing down my back to my thighs, where they slipped their fingers under the hem of the robe and slid them back up to my bare ass. Their large hands began to rub and knead my ass with the occasional finger getting awfully close to my now throbbing pussy.

"Ahhh...Dave...Jon..." I moaned, loud enough to hear clearly.

They both smacked me on the ass and stepped back. I looked at them, confused.

"We were waiting for the first real moan," Dave laughed. "We kinda figured you might hold back a little bit. Nerves and all, I guess."

"So what do you want now, Lana? We want to hear it from you," Jon purred.

I bit my lip and thought for a moment, switching my gaze between both men. A slow grin crept across my face as I decided what I really wanted at that very moment. I shrugged off my robe and let it fall to the floor. It wasn't like it was really covering anything and they'd both seen me naked anyway. I lowered myself down onto me knees and looked up at them.

"Take your cocks out," I smirked.

They both looked down at me and their faces alone made me wet. Jon looked cocky and had a little bit of his tongue poking out between his teeth, and Dave had this stern sort of Dom face that I had never seen from him before. It really caught me off-guard.

They focused on opening their pants enough to pull out their cocks and hold them for me. I licked my bottom lip and kept my eyes focused on their faces while I reached my mouth up and ran my tongue over the bottom of Dave's cock, then moving to Jon.

I opened my lips and sucked in his cock until I reached his hand. He had a full fist grip on himself, so it wasn't too overwhelming. I rocked my head back and forth, rubbing my tongue along any part of him it could reach. I could taste a bit of his precum and I moaned in response.

"Does he taste good, El?" Dave asked, stroking my hair. I made an mmhmm noise.

I felt Dave's cock poking me in the cheek like he wanted some attention. I pulled off of Jon and opened up my mouth for Dave to slip inside. I reached my hands up and nudged away their fists so that I could hold onto them myself. I lazily stroked Jon's cock, feeling it get a little harder. I took Dave out of my mouth and stroked both of them, looking back up and sticking my tongue out at them.

"Fucking Christ..." Jon said under his breath.

"I can't say I ever thought I'd see you like this," Dave laughed. "But goddamn, I'm glad that I have."

I tugged gently on them, trying to guide them to take a step forward. I ran the flat of my tongue over the heads of both of their cocks a few times before turning and glancing at the couch.

"I want you both to go sit down."

They nodded and moved over to the couch without saying a word. When they were sitting next to each other, almost in unison, they patted their thighs like they were beckoning me over. I pursed my lips in a smile. Cocky assholes, acting like I'm their pet. I put my hands down and quickly crawled across the floor, resting my chin on their knees when I reached them.

I looked back and forth between them and realized something didn't feel right. They were completely clothed and I was completely naked. I had to rectify some of that.

I crawled up onto Jon's lap and he grinned like I was going to lower my pussy down onto his cock. Instead, I grabbed his tie and pulled him toward me into a kiss. While his tongue flicked against mine, I started to unbutton his shirt. I stopped right before I reached his pants and slid my hands under the fabric, spreading the shirt open. I rubbed my hands against his firm body and broke away from the kiss.

"I hope you could taste Dave's cock on my tongue," I said, raising my eyebrow.

He tilted forward and licked the edge of my ear before whispering, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You dirty fucking slut." He leaned back against the couch, licking his lower lip and smiling when he saw me let out a shuddered sigh.

I smacked him lightly on the cheek as I climbed over onto Dave and did the same thing, kissing him and opening his shirt. Once I had both of their shirts open and disheveled, I climbed back down to the floor. I looked up from between Dave's legs and admired my two boys. Yes, this was a much better visual.

I leaned in a took Dave's cock back into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, feeling the tip touch the back of my throat, I groaned around him, digging my fingers into his thighs. I could hear his breathing getting heavy and his own soft moans while he began to stroke my hair once more. It was such a comforting feeling when he did that.

I glanced over at Jon and saw that he was slowly pumping his fist along his own dick as he watched me. I felt myself get even wetter knowing that he was getting off watching me give a blowjob to another man.

I slowly pulled my mouth off of Dave and a string of drool stayed connected between his cock and my lips. I looked up at Jon and stuck my tongue into the corner of my mouth to break it. He groaned and I shifted my eyes to his hand moving a little faster. I crawled over between his legs and swatted his hand away.

"This is mine. Stop touching my things, Jon," I said firmly. I cupped his balls with one hand and squeezed lightly.

I placed my hands on his firm thighs and rubbed them against his pants. I could feel his muscles contract briefly when I lowered my head and ran my tongue from the bottom of his cock all the way to the tip. I licked the head a few times, trying to get it nice and wet, before I wrapped my lips around it and gradually took more of him into my mouth. Apparently I wasn't going fast enough for him because he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed down, making me gag. Jon relaxed the pressure on my head and I slowly began to pull my mouth off of him until it was where I was normally comfortable. He gathered some of my hair into his fist, pulling it gently, but he let me control the blowjob itself.

A few moments later, I noticed Dave move off of the couch. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion until I felt his hands on my ass. My eyes widened when I felt his tongue begin to lap at my pussy. He teased me, only letting his tongue touch my clit every few licks. I pushed out my hips, trying to give him better access, of which he took advantage. I felt his face press into my pussy as he messily ate me out. He focused on my clit, licking and sucking at it. I began to moan around Jon's cock and sucked harder the closer I got to orgasm.

It finally got to the point where I couldn't focus on both, so I pulled my mouth off and buried my face in Jon's thigh. My hand was still gripped around his cock, but it barely moved. I groaned into his pants, feeling my body on the cusp of orgasm. I felt Jon's hands grab my head and pull it up. He cradled my chin in his fingers and angled it up. My eyes closed as I focused on Dave's mouth against my pussy.

"Look at me," Jon demanded. I begrudgingly opened them and stared back. "I want to see your face when you cum."

Looking into his eyes, I felt my orgasm finally rush through my body. I so badly wanted to shut my eyes out of pure habit, but I focused on him watching my face as my eyes widened, my mouth opened, and a cry came out. I wanted to smack him on the chest as his stern face turn into a grin.

"You're a jerk," I panted as Dave pulled his mouth away. He rubbed my ass a few times and moved back over to the couch.

"How am I a jerk? I've told you before how good you look and sound when you cum."

"And I'm supposed to be flattered by that?"

He shrugged and Dave chimed in. "Some people have really dumb O-faces, El, but yours is actually really nice."

I was glad that my face was still flushed from arousal so they wouldn't notice that I was blushing at their comment. I knew that such a superficial compliment shouldn't matter, but fuck it, it made me feel good.

"Let's just go to my room so I can get fucked," I said as I started to stand up.

"We can do that out here," Dave suggested.

"I know, but I like it on a bed the best."

"Alright then, you heard her, let's go," Jon added as he stood up and threw me over his shoulder.

Once we were in the room, he smacked my ass and tossed me down into my mattress. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he loosened his tie. His eyes were lustful and I could sense that animalistic energy radiating from him. He moved his hands to his pants and pulled them down past his ass before I stopped him.

"No, keep them on. I want you clothed. Just like that, right under your ass." I moved over to the edge of the bed and grabbed at the top of his pants, pulling him toward me so that he stumbled forward and fell on top of me. "That's better," I purred, releasing his pants to cup his ass instead.

"So you think you call the shots around here, huh?" he smiled, leaning down to suck on one of my nipples.

"You guys did ask me what I wanted, did you not?"

"We did," Dave asked as he leaned over from behind me and kissed my neck. "So what do you want, El?"

"I want to be spit-roasted. That idea has always been a huge fantasy for me. I've just never told any-"

Before I could finish my confession, both Jon and Dave were grabbing me and positioning me so that my head was hanging off the bed. I let out a playful shriek and inside I was screaming that this was actually happening.

Dave held his cock out and rubbed it softly against my lips. I looked up at him and smiled. I never would imagined being in a position like this with him, not in a thousand years. I heard Jon open a condom and after a moment, felt his body between my legs. He rubbed the head of his cock between my lips a few times and pushed inside of me. When I opened my mouth to moan at the feeling of Jon's dick stretching me, Dave slid his dick inside. I gripped at my bedsheets, feeling overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

Both of them thrust slow and careful, focusing on the depth of their strokes rather than the speed. Jon scratched his fingernails up and down my legs which I had wrapped around his waist. The feeling on my skin made my lower body twitch and spasm against him. Dave was rubbing his hands along my neck and chest, occasionally pausing to grab my neck gently and see how far he could get his dick down my throat.

"You're such a good little cocksucker," Jon growled while he watched me swallow Dave whole. My lips pressed against the base of his dick and my nose was buried in his balls.

"Jesus Christ..." Dave whispered.

I opened my mouth and tried to moan loudly when Jon started to thrust harder and faster, but the cock down my throat kinda choked it out. Dave began to speed up his thrusts as well, shallowly at first, but gradually he lengthened his strokes until he was really fucking my mouth.

Jon placed one hand between us and rubbed my clit, but he reached his other hand up and stroked my cheek, tracing a finger down my face and along my mouth, just barely touching the seam between my lips and Dave's shaft. This small gesture sent me over the edge and I grabbed both of their wrists and squeezed as my toes curled and my hips pushed up. I looked up at Dave as I came and he pulled out so that he could lean down and kiss me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could still taste my pussy on him.

Jon sat back up and pulled out. He lifted my legs and kissed one of my ankles.

"Do you need a break? It felt like that was a big one," he chuckled.

"No...no break," I gasped when Dave finally broke the kiss."I think I want some one-on-one time now." I lifted myself up and looked at Dave. "I want you first, buddy."

Jon peeled off his condom and tossed it to the floor. "If I'm gonna be watching for a while, I'm gonna jerk while I do."

He spread his legs and pulled up his knees. He wrapped his large hand around his dick and slowly slid it up and down, casually rubbing his thumb across the head when he reached the tip. I watched him, mesmerized, until I heard him clear his throat.

"Alright bitch, give me a show then," he smirked.

I crooked my finger at Dave and he climbed onto the bed with me. He sat on his knees and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into another kiss and smoothing his hands down my back. I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy, so I spread my thighs a bit and moved my hips forward to tease him. I was startled when he grabbed my hips and lifted me enough for him to sit me down on his cock. He leaned back so he could get a good angle and held me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rotated my hips, feeling him deep inside of my pussy.

He repositioned his hands under my ass and slowly started to move me up and down his cock while he thrust. He wasn't able to pull out all the way before sliding back in, but the thrusts were deep and hitting my g-spot each time. It was like he was continuously grinding on that spot and it was driving me crazy.

He brought his head down to my neck and began to lightly suck on my collarbone. My breath became heavier and I started to whimper. Despite the intense sensation between my legs, I was relatively quiet. I didn't feel the need to be. The whole experience felt more personal, more intimate.

He lowered his lips to my breasts and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. When he lightly bit on it, I felt my orgasm spill through my body. I clung to his neck, smothering his face in my chest, afraid that if I didn't hold on for dear life, I'd fall back and stop this wonderful feeling.

When my body was done shaking, Dave gently placed me on my back without withdrawing and began to thrust more quickly as he chased his own orgasm. I craned my neck forward in an attempt to kiss him and he rewarded me with his soft lips. A few strong thrusts later and he was moaning into my mouth.

Dave pulled out of me and sat back up. He bent over and kissed my forehead, making me giggle. I finally noticed Jon out of the corner of my eye. I wouldn't have admitted to it out loud, but I had actually forgotten that he was there for a moment. His hand was still gripping his dick, but he had a furrowed brow and a frown on his face. I cocked my head to the side, silently asking him what was wrong. He looked me in the eyes and stared hard for a moment before speaking.

"Wasn't hard enough. I did not hear nearly enough moaning and begging for my taste. I guess I'll have to fix that, huh?" He reached over to grab another condom, then glanced at me over his shoulder. "Hands and knees."

There was a hint of bass in his voice that screamed do as I say and as much as I'd been fighting for control tonight, I gave in to my submissive tendencies. I rolled over onto my stomach and pushed up onto my hands and knees.

Jon came up behind me and didn't even bother with his usual dirty talk. He grabbed my hips roughly and thrust in hard. I didn't need to go slow at this point, that was for certain, but I was starting to feel a bit sore. He grabbed my hair close to the scalp and arched my head back and to the side so that I could see him. I moaned at the feeling of my hair being tugged and I could see that cocky smile on his face, knowing what he was doing to me.

He fucked me for a few minutes, but he came much sooner than I think he expected to. The tone he used when he let out a string of curses sounded a bit more irritated than you'd expect from someone who's orgasming. I was actually relieved that he didn't last very long. Pain was starting to take over pleasure and I didn't think I would've been able to orgasm again anyway.

He got up and headed straight for the bathroom. I went after him on shaky legs and wrapped my arms around his waist once I was behind him. I rested my head on his shoulder and kissed it.

"Thank you for this. I didn't expect it at all and I really needed it."

I felt his body relax against me. He placed his hands on mine and turned his head to the side. "No problem." His choice of words made me worried that he was still upset, but he then brought my hand to his mouth and kissed my fingers. "Why don't you take a quick shower?" He turned around so that he was facing me. "I bet you're feeling pretty sore after all of that," he said through a smirk. I simply smiled and nodded.

I stepped out of the shower and put the silky robe back on. I yawned, wandering out of the bathroom, and could hear Jon and Dave talking in the kitchen. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know what they were doing there. I'd seen Dave cook a few times and it never turned out well. The mere concept of Jon cooking sent a shiver down my spine.

I crossed the living room and went up to the larger window that led to the fire escape. I opened it up, partly because I wanted to cool the room down and partly in case the boys started to burn stuff. I leaned on the windowsill and watched the sky become lighter and more full of color around the surrounding buildings. It had been a very long time since I had been able to watch the sunrise. The cool morning air felt good. I was filled with such a sense of peace and relaxation. It was fucking wonderful.

I suddenly caught a whiff of coffee and I turned to find Jon holding two mugs, one for me and one for himself.

"Roman showed me a trick for making really strong coffee, so I kinda wanted to show off."

I took the cup from him and noticed the boyish grin on his face. I smiled back and felt a twinge of something familiar run through my body. I took a sip and swallowed, enjoying the taste and warm feeling that spread through my core. He bit his lip and his eyes looked a little nervous almost puppy-like, waiting for my reaction. I noticed that the warm feeling hadn't gone away.

"I..."

He nodded his head quickly in anticipation.

"...it's delicious, Jon."

"Fuck yeah!" he cheered and kissed my cheek.

"So it gets the El Stamp of Approval, huh?" Dave said as he came into the room with his own mug.

I nodded silently, smiling my myself. Dave came around to the other side of me and placed his free hand on my shoulder. Jon took a sip of his coffee and rubbed his hand on the small of my back. I held my own mug in both hands, took a sip, and sighed. As the three of us stood there watching the sunrise, it felt like a perfect moment. My head was clear and my heart was full.