I stretched into a glorious yawn after dreaming of redheads, bow ties, and dirty jeans.
And maybe of a certain special someone.
“We’re fucking nuts,” Shay groaned over her chemistry mug when we assembled for breakfast. “Who does this? Who in the fuck behaves this way?”
I rammed a spoonful of sugary cereal between my lips as we reflected on our oral antics and, apparently, our general lifestyle choices. I’d already battered my brain with the analysis after our girly bedtime hug last night.
Did I crawl under my comforter feeling filthy? Yes.
Did I bury my shameful face in the blankets for thriving during this group action? Yes.
Did I crave the lust of all three men while my heart whispered the name of only one? Yes.
Did I finger myself to a delayed finish with guilty fantasies of all my friends? Yes.
Was I happy despite all of it? Yes.
“Look, we’re having fun,” Mia countered Shay’s concern as she offered to refresh our coffee. “That was the whole point, right?”
“Plus, we’re safe, and we’re doing well in school,” I added, convincing myself, too, as I raised my ocean mug for a refill. Mia spilled more of my steamy addiction to the brim and nodded along.
“I know,” Shay sighed. “I think I’m just hungry.”
Mia sashayed back to the kitchen, poured Shay a bowl of colorful cereal, and then smirked as she placed it on the table. “You didn’t seem too worried when Judge’s cock was choking you.”
Good point.
“That’s true.” Shay shrugged and dug into her gifted breakfast. “Totally worth it.”
Mia turned to me with a charming grin over her cup. “So, how was Decker?”
I gulped down a fruity bite with memories of having my throat fucked. “Thick. Long. Not gonna lie, I struggled at times.”
“Evan’s stacked, too,” Mia said. “He’d drag my sweet spot with no trouble.”
I gestured with my milky spoon. “Hell, maybe he already has.”
Mia laughed, raising her caffeine with a mock toast. “Touché, Callie. Tou-fucking-ché.”
Shay’s cell buzzed beside her bowl, and she tapped the screen as she chewed. “It’s them,” she said, cupping her chin to catch a milk dribble. “Grab your phones.”
Deck: good morning, girls
Callie: hey!
Judge: what’s up?
Mia: probably Evan
Evan: bingo
Judge: wanted to say thanks for last night
Mia: you mean the porn or the pucker?
Deck: there was porn?
Shay: smooth
Callie: both were our pleasure
Shay: what are you guys doing today?
Evan: study, gym, beer run
Judge: what about you?
Callie: study, laundry, clean
Mia: Shay and I are making a grocery trip later
Judge: or we could just stick to takeout
Mia: ha fucking ha
Deck: what time tonight?
Shay: 8:00 works
Evan: we’ll be there
Judge: in our studly threads
Evan: christ
Callie: have a good day!
~ • ~
The girls and I separated for our solo study sessions earlier than usual. The upcoming, high-volume gastroenterology exam had us all rattled, so we cut our breezy Saturday morning coffee break short in favor of extra time with the material. I rustled through every handwritten line of my notes, jotting in the margins with helpful details from my textbook and highlighting crucial definitions to commit to memory. After determining which sections I’d mastered, I made a separate list of the components that challenged me most, then I zoned in until I felt more comfortable with the concepts.
Although some elements took me longer to grasp than the average student, I’d proven my place over the years by learning what methods worked best for my mind and applying them over double the time. Behind closed doors, I’m sure that Shay and Mia could shut their books much sooner than I did, likely switching to a streaming series or chatting with loved ones back home while I continued to grind. Both respected my space, though, leaving me to my priorities with no pressure and emerging from their bedrooms only after I did.
In the late afternoon, my phone vibrated on the bar after I rinsed the last of our breakfast bowls. I figured that my mom was checking in for a chat or that the girls were requesting any overlooked grocery items, so surprise brightened my eyes when I saw the name of one of my boys instead.
Guy: hey
Callie: hey there
Guy: you still studying?
Callie: nope, just cleaning
Callie: girls are at the store
Guy: can I borrow some laundry soap?
Guy: didn’t realize we were out
Callie: sure
Callie: I thought you were all going to the gym
Guy: I decided to hang back
Guy: have stuff to do
Callie: gotcha
Callie: we have plenty, though
Callie: come on up
Minutes later, I had just stripped the soft white sheets from my mattress when the front door opened after a light knock. Although I realized that the guys washed their own clothes, I smiled at the picture of him sorting his seductive boxers and hauling a full laundry basket on his hip.
“Callie?”
“I’m back here!”
He appeared in my bedroom doorway looking fine as fuck, those rugged muscles slightly distorting the logo on his undergrad tee. I shot him a cheeky grin as he approached, then I pointed in the direction of the kitchen. “The soap is in the—” I tried to explain, but his lips interrupted my instructions.
Holy…
Before I could process a coherent thought, we were devouring each other in the middle of my room. I instinctively tongued him back with equal urgency as his bold hands slid possessively over my body. He whimpered my name in the fevered breaths between our lips, our mouths twisting with passion and, in my case, confusion.
I scanned his handsome face with disbelief. “What is this? What’s happening?”
“Fuck,” he rasped, fingering my long ponytail as it hung down my back, “I just can’t stop thinking about you.” He drove his tongue wildly between my shocked lips again and cupped my round ass cheeks in both hands, lifting me against his tight torso and dragging my surprised pussy over his cock. I looped my arms over his neck and tightened my legs around his waist, letting him spin me into euphoria as we ravaged each other. Although I’d been tasting his kiss for weeks now, I felt like this was my first full flavor, elation ripping my insides to shreds as we emptied our unspoken emotions.
He eventually backed my bare thighs against my desk, so I raked my arm behind me to make room for our meshed bodies, carelessly tipping a pen cup and hearing the contents spill to the floor. I lost myself in this forbidden ecstasy and curled my back into a sharp arch as his hot mouth swept over my flushed skin. He frenched my exposed collarbone over the straps of my tank top, then he trailed that tempting tongue to the silky spot between my braless breasts.
His stone cock grinded into my clit with frustrating friction, so I clawed at his low riding waistband, fully prepared to let him fuck me on top of my school books. I’d always assumed that he’d be amazing in bed, but the rules of the game had prevented me from confirming it.
The game. Right.
My body was on fire, but my mind abruptly extinguished the flames. I palmed his heavy pecs and pushed him away, then I scanned his flustered face. “We have to stop. We can’t do this.”
“Callie, just hear me out,” he pleaded with panting lips. “Please.”
I read his distress and nodded as I caught my breath. My brain bounced from agonizing arousal to guilt-ridden apprehension, but either way, I needed to pause and hear what he had to say.
“I think something is happening between us,” he confessed, “and it’s something much more than Three Doors.”
My heart rioted inside my ribs, his whispered words splintering the secrets I’d saved only for my dreams. In the lonely shadows of my bedroom and under the cozy protection of my comforter, my fantasies often drifted to him long after my best friends hugged me goodnight.
“Maybe this was just physical at first, but it’s more now,” he continued, holding intense eye contact. “I know you feel it, too.”
I held the confirmation on my tongue as we stared at each other. Over time, I’d kept my preference to myself for countless reasons within the frame of the game, and my logical conscience bellowed the reasoned list to my racing heart. Your friends want him, too. You’re not willing to give up the other men. You’d ruin this experience for everyone. You don’t know that he feels the same way. What if he prefers one of your girls instead?
I tried to look anywhere but in his eyes as gnawing guilt crippled my swelling confidence, but he cupped my chin and held my hesitant lips hostage just inches from his.
“Callie…”
Christ.
“I’ve wanted it to be you fucking me,” I exhaled under his spell. “I think about you while I’m waiting for the door to open.”
“I fucking knew it,” he growled through gritted teeth.
Our crazed fingers clawed at inconvenient articles of clothing as we lunged for each other again. I snaked palms underneath his tee-shirt and dragged nails down the ridges of his abs, then I followed the defined path below his waistband to his angular pelvis. He ripped my spaghetti straps down over my shoulders, exposing my shallow cleavage, then he worshiped my heaving breasts with massaging hands. My aching, wet walls clenched as I groped at the damp tip of his cock, and I wondered if he’d ever pounded my pussy before.
Fuck.
Three Doors.
We were about to throw it all away.
“Wait,” I gasped up at him. His rippled chest rested over me, and his bedroom eyes searched my face for the source of the intermission. I swallowed a lump of emotion in my throat and offered my transparent truth. “I still want the other guys, too,” I admitted, then I followed up with as much explanation as I could muster at the moment. “It’s not the same as with you. It’s just physical with them.” I paused for a breath and held his gaze. “I want you so bad, but I still love how they both kiss me and touch me. I’m so, so sorry.”
A lightning bolt of fear struck my already anxious nerves when he abruptly backed away. I covered my trembling lips, hoping to the heavens that I hadn’t hurt him with my shameful selfishness. He towered just out of reach before me, perhaps accepting this conversation’s need for space as his eyes softened with sympathy.
“I see Mia and Shay in the same way,” he spilled, dumping sweet relief over my panicked heart. “I have fun with them and they turn me on, but it’s nothing like what I feel for you.”
The fire of desire ignited in my wet pussy again as he took a slow step forward between my thighs, the next words rolling intently from his tongue.
“Callie, it’s not even fucking close.”
I choked back the urge to kiss him as my emboldened brain demanded more. “Why now?” I questioned him desperately, my wringing hands longing to touch him but knowing that we needed this moment of clarity to continue. “Why are you telling me this now?”
“Look, our whole situation is fucked up,” he explained with a slight head shake of exasperation. “I want you for myself, but I love watching you with my friends. You get so hot when they touch you, and I fuckin’ love it. I can’t help it.”
As offensive as that explanation would’ve sounded outside of this room, I understood exactly what he was trying to convey. “It’s okay,” I assured him, taking his hands in mine and slowly stroking his knuckles. “I feel the same way when you’re with the girls.” I held hope that he’d elaborate about the timing of his shocking visit, but I didn’t press as his gears grinded through the answers.
“I know you get it, Callie, but at the movie last night, something different snapped inside me.”
I blinked up at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
His scrutiny slowly roamed over my breasts to the damp spot developing downtown, then he met my eyes again. He dragged his bottom lip through frustrated teeth, then he finally admitted to the only carnal sin that could threaten Three Doors for good.
“I was so fucking jealous, I almost couldn’t take it.”
Jealous?
What the fuck?
Arousal trumped logic once more as my heart practically ruptured behind my ribs. I grabbed a fistful of his tee and jerked him closer until we both tumbled back over my scattered notebooks. He crushed me with that hard, hefty body, rocking his muscles into my curves as we choked on the confessions still seasoning our lips. We mumbled through our frenzied kisses, our fiery tongues lapping at each other as we found a successful balance between sucking and spilling.
“I kept thinking about the game tonight,” he gasped. “And I couldn’t take the chance…of you fucking…one of my friends again.”
Christ, my head spiraled with thoughts of our oblivious roommates, and I panted as he palmed the wall behind me for leverage. “This game, our friends…” I echoed, my voice fading into his breaths.
“We might love playing with them,” he growled, nuzzling against my neck and nibbling the blushing skin under my jaw, “but I’m not sharing you tonight.”
His twisted, arrogant brand of selective possessiveness flooded my throbbing pussy with even more sticky heat. “So, what do we do?” I pleaded, drawing his steel shaft closer as I locked my legs around his tight ass. He raised his stubble from my neck and hovered over my lips.
“Just let me fuck you during the game,” he whispered.
Despite the lustful pang in my pelvis that urged me to accept, I let the realization of his shocking request settle in my chest. I whimpered his name with obvious uncertainty and prepared to present logical opposition, but he buried his hot mouth against my ear and continued the convincing case.
“All I want, even if it’s just this one time,” he begged, teasing my earlobe with the tip of his swirling tongue, “is to know that it’s you waiting for me. Tell me which door.”
My blissful heart collapsed as his implied proposal met spoken reality. “No. That’s not right,” I stressed as he continued his sensual torture, his wandering lips delivering blow after blow to my weakened will.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He exhaled blistering breaths over the wet trails left by his tongue. “Please.”
My body and heart wrestled with my mind, trying to level both pleasure and emotion with consequence. But before I even considered a decision, I needed him to recognize and respect my anguish. I shrugged away his temptation, and he shifted over me with a guilty grin, surely knowing exactly how his merciless moves were affecting me.
“I just don’t know.” I palmed his cheeks and forced seriousness between us. “It’s so unfair to the others. I’ll feel fuckin’ terrible.”
“And I’ll feel bad, too,” he admitted with sincere eyes, “but not nearly as bad as knowing someone else could be fucking you. I can’t do it anymore, Callie.” He brushed his loving lips over mine. “Especially not now.”
Not now.
His weighty words forced the impact of this forbidden encounter to the forefront. This man, this astonishing man, had swept me off my feet and dismissed each barrier to us being together that had haunted my conscience. He unknowingly wagered this blind bet for both of us and, in surrendering to his fearless heart above all else, he allowed me to surrender, too. Regardless of what happened during Three Doors tonight, everything would change after today.
I palmed his thick chest over the college emblem and welcomed the revealing rate of his pulse. A bashful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as my touch alone exposed his deeper vulnerabilities. I slid my fingertips under the shadow of his scruff and cocked a sassy brow.
“Any more convincing evidence?” I whispered, slowly rocking my pussy into his groin and tempting another scandalous round.
He raised brows with adorable surprise, then he accepted my sultry challenge by delivering a mortal wound to my resistance. “We can both keep messing with the group,” he taunted, driving that stiff shaft directly into my throbbing clit and circling with lazy hips. “But after knowing how I feel about you, Callie, do you want me to fuck one of your friends?”
That closing argument melted from his lips, flaring unfamiliar jealousy in my chest. He hovered over me as my cheeks flushed from the burn, his striking, satisfied smirk glowing with victory.
“No,” I growled with defeat. “I don’t.”
Just as our insatiable tongues intertwined again, my ringing cell echoed through the apartment from the kitchen. Reality rushed in for an abrupt reminder of our limited time alone, and I pushed him forcefully from my disappointed pussy.
“You have to go. The girls will be back soon.”
We raised from my desk together, then he smiled with leftover seduction as he thoughtfully straightened my tank top straps. “So? Which door?”
Well, fuck.
“I’ll be in here,” I decided with one last sigh, remnants of guilt still snagging inside. “Door number two.”
He swept over my blushing cheek with a farewell kiss, then those naughty, arrogant lips sauntered to my ear. “I’ll make it happen.”
