I couldn’t get past what Marcel had said.

Joseph tends to get jealousy?

But why?

Over what?

What Marcel wanted was just to blow a load.

I wasn’t a threat.

Like at all.

I wasn’t going to take Marcel from him or anything.

My golden boy needed to understand that. Besides the last thing I needed was for this to get messy.

I definitely did not want a repeat of whatever shit show went down before this happened.

He didn’t really act any different, but it was the subtle look. I guess.

It wasn’t hatred, just hesitation I guess. I don’t know.

Maybe we shouldn’t do this at all. Not if we were 100% in or 100% out.

Because… . god forgive me but I was having dreams of Marcel’s tongue. And just yesterday, I knew they were fucking when I made my way up the stairs.

So how could he be jealous?

He was getting way more action from Marcel than I was.

Which is why, I called this meeting.

“Okay babes what’s going on?” Joseph asked leaning forward on the seat. Marcel was sitting on the couch playing with a lock of his hair, twirling it around his index finger. I realized that was a habit of his.

I stood in front of them pacing really as I tried to gather my thoughts.

I cleared my throat.

“Okay boys… I think, things have gotten just like a little… . A little weird this past week. “ I put my hands up. “I don’t like weird. I really don’t.”

I stopped pacing and turned to Joseph. “And if we don’t want to change the dynamics, then I think we all need to be open and honest with each other.”

I nodded and continued walking. “This is new territory for me and I just… I want to do it right.” I smiled innocently and pointed at Marcel. “I don’t want to have to shoot him. “

He stopped playing with his hair and rolled his eyes.

Joseph chuckled.

“Because if anybody is getting shot in this room, it would most definitely be Marcel.”

“Most definitely. “ Joseph agreed with me, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Fuck you guys.” Marcel responded indifferently

I turned back to Joseph. “With that being said.” I put my hand over my chest. “I’m not a threat. Not at all, like nada. I swear. “

Marcel slowly shifted his eyes to Joseph.

I saw Joseph’s mouth open. Looking at me in surprise.

I shrugged. “That’s mostly what I wanted to say.” I moved back and sat on the comfy rocking chair facing them.

Joseph sighed and rubbed his face. “Okay.” He nodded. “I just… . If I’m.. “ he took a deep breath and exhaled. “I do…get jealous easily and lucky me, I fall in love with the biggest flirt on the planet.” he smiled at me. “It’s not personal Lee, it’s like second nature and I’m working on it. I know Marcel hates it.” he looked at Marcel. “He’s told me several times.” he turned back to me a little embarrassed. “It just stems from insecurity.” He admitted.

I shook my head in disbelief. “You?!” I screeched. “Insecure?!” I threw my hands up. “If you’re insecure, then I’m a fucking hot mess!”

The corner of Marcel’s mouth went up as he stared at Joseph.

“You’re tall, handsome, nice, funny, got a big dick.” I stated.

Joseph chuckled, his eyes twinkling.

“You’re like a dream. “ I insisted.

He smiled and stared at the floor before lifting his eyes to Marcel. He turned to me. “I’m glad you’re here.” he spoke warmly.

I beamed.

I turned to Marcel. “Do you have anything to add?”

“No.” he answered sounding bored.

“Well I do.” I lifted my hand as if they weren’t already looking at me. “So I’ve been doing some research online. “

“Oh, God… “ Marcel groaned.

“Oh, how cute.. “ Joseph whispered in awe.

I smiled at him. “How about we lay ground rules.”

Joseph nodded.

Marcel simply stared.

“Okay uhm so I got this online but uhm condoms.” I said looking at Marcel, feeling my body heat up slightly. “We should always wear condoms?” I shrugged.

Joseph nodded.

Marcel shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Was planning on it.” He turned to Joseph. “Weren’t you?”

Joseph shrugged. “She’s not involving me. She specifically looked at you.”

I blinked rapidly and turned to him. “Wait… .”

He turned his head to me

My mouth dropped. “Wait… do you… “ I looked back and forth between them. “Want… To be… involved?”

Joseph shrugged and turned to me with a small smile. “I’m not opposed to it.”

I blinked at him rapidly.

“Only if you want. “ He added quickly. “Seriously, you can just fuck Marcel or he’ll explode. “ he chuckled.

“Oh.” This was the only verbal indication. I’d ever gotten that he would sleep with me.

“If it happens, it happens.” Joseph shrugged. “Next rule, in light of previous incidents. Any one of us can call it quits at any time, no question asked. No hard feelings. We must all oblige.”

We all looked at each other.

“None of us can be in possession of a firearm at all.” Joseph continued.

I nodded again. I hated guns. Would never dream of having one.

Joseph turned to me and shrugged. “ And maybe don’t fall in love with Marcel.”

I turned to Marcel but he was staring at the ground.

“You know, just… . To keep things from getting messy and emotional… “ Joseph explained staring at his boyfriend.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Completely understand.” I grinned. “But what if I fall in love with you?”

Joseph chuckled. “It’s gonna be hard, but try and resist. Emotions and feelings make things messy.”

“Completely understand.” I replied.

“Are we done?” Marcel asked standing up. He looked back and forth from me to Joseph.

“Well is there anything else you want to add?” I offered. He hadn’t given any suggestions.

“No.” he stated plainly and walked out the living room.

Joseph watched him go and exhaled slowly before turning back to me. “Thanks for holding this meeting Lee. “

I chuckled. “Thanks for participating.”

“I’m always up for participating.” He smirked.

I caught it right away. A small smile coming to my lips. I tried to hide it by pressing my lips together. “Good to know. “ I whispered.

He chuckled and continued staring. Making me feel very much seen.

Joseph was indeed handsome. I looked down and rubbed my neck.

“Seriously thanks for bringing this up.” Joseph spoke again. “I really appreciate it. A lot. “

I nodded. “I don’t want things to be awkward between us. “ I grinned. “I like you too much to have it turn weird.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Like me too much?” he grinned. “Keep talking like that and I’ll start believeing it’s me you want to fuck and not Marcel.”

I covered my face and giggled. I ran my hand over my hair.

“Oh God, you’re blushing… “ He whispered.

“Stop.” I laughed waving him off.

Joseph got up from his chair and made his way towards me. “Lee, Lee, Lee… Am I making you blush?”

I laughed and waved him off as I got out of the rocking chair. “Shut-up.”

My heart was racing.

“Aawwww.” Joseph grabbed my arm and I giggled, trying to move away. He was trying to get me to face him but I was already embarrassed. But then he took both my arms. I faced him as he slowly let my arms wrap around his neck.

He put his hands on my waist as he brought our body closer.

I followed his lead, our feet slowly shuffling closer.

“Do you want to kiss me?” He whispered.

I opened my mouth and then shut it. I simple smiled and nodded.

“Good.” He whispeed, his head lowering. I arched my neck to receive his kiss. My eyes closing.

And as our lips united, I remembered then other time he’d kissed me and smiled.

Our lips moved slowly, increasing the slightest with each pressure.

Joseph had thinner lips than Marcel, but still very much kissable. And very soft. And every enjoyable.

I don’t know why I did, but I did open my eyes as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss.

I looked over his shoulder to Marcel watching us.

It was only when our eyes met that he turned and continued down the hallway.

**

My make out with Joseph in my opinion ended too soon. I didn’t know where it was going to lead, but we both felt the vibration in his pants. I smiled at his reluctance to break the kiss and pick up the insistent call. I giggled releasing him as he picked up the phone. My lips still wet our fingers lingering as we separated.

We slowly fell back into our old routine. The laughing, the joking, the hanging up on Marcel. Joseph was practicing again. I’d picked up extra shifts since Cynthia had two weeks off.

I don’t know if I expected crazy wild sex every night…

Okay yes, yes an apart of me expected crazy wild sex every night.

But here I was sexless.

Everything was out in the air but nothing was really changing.

Except for…

I smiled to myself.

I was really loving when Joseph kissed us both on the lips when he left the house. It made me feel warm inside.

Marcel was locked up in his studio again.

I didn’t understand this kid. Like at all. If there was somebody I found unreadable. It was this one right here. This one officer.

For somebody who claimed to want to fuck me, I was being more intimate with Joseph it seemed and Marcel was practically out of sight.

God, I still remembered his head game.

Of course I wouldn’t forget it.

I didn’t tell a single soul anything about anything going on or that could potentially go on. Including Lady who I talked or saw almost everyday.

I kind of liked this secret can I say forbidden thing between me and the boys.

Yep they were now officially the boys to me. My boys in my head.

“I’m so exhausted.” I walked into the living room with a glass of water.

Marcel was laid out on the couch reading a book. This guy read. Like read, read. And read fast at that.

I sighed and sat on the rocking chair. “You’re out of the studio. Finished?”

He reached behind him on the side table and picked up his bookmark. He placed it in his book and closed it. He was wearing a loose white linen shirt and khaki shorts. I watched as he placed his book on the side table and turned on his side to face me.

God, I keep forgetting how striking he is.

“No. Mental break.” he answered, shaking his head, to move his hair back.

I wondered if he was going to cut it. I hope not, because those waves were turning into subtle curls and they were the cutest.

I exhaled and put my water down.

I returned my gaze to Marcel watching me.

“What?”

He patted the space in front of him on the couch. “Come here. “ He smiled.

I rolled my eyes but got up nonetheless. “Marcel calls, we all go to answer right?” I walked to him.

He grinned. Honestly he needed to smile more. His entire face seems to lit up when he does. “You don’t have to answer. “ he took my hand when it was in reach and gently pulled me down. “You want to answer. “ he whispered as I sat on the spot he’d indicated.

“Whatever.” I whispered half heartedly as he sat up. “Lay with me on the couch?” he whispered in my ear as his hand immediately rested on my hip.

My eyes drifted down to his lips and I didn’t even hesitate As I closed the distance between our lips.

His hand immediately cupped the side of my face as he kissed me back.

Why and how did Marcel make me so damn horny. That even now, he hadn’t done anything but I kissed him desperately.

He groaned into my mouth and wrapped his arm around me as he pulled me down with him on the couch.

I grabbed his hair, running my fingers through them as I sucked on his tongue. The moaning was me as he pulled me on top of him, my legs straddling him.

I was being so… Forward.

But like a bitch was horny.

And his kisses were deep. His grip was confident. Grabbing my ass, squeezing it several times as I pressed our bodies even closer.

His hands gripped my thighs and he assisted in helping me move up and down his body. His dick now pressing against my belly.

I had no shame in rotating my hips. I wanted to feel it. All of it.

He lifted up and I clung to him like a spider monkey.

I felt him pull away from the kiss, but I wouldn’t let him. Moving my head with every movement he made.

He moaned into my mouth and it vibrated through my core. His hips jerking up to simulate fucking me.

Yes, fuck me.

I moaned.

Marcel, ripped his mouth away from me and dislodged us

“Fuck.” He panted. He quickly got up and I fell back on the couch. I turned around to him, to see him pulling his shirt off in one swift motion.

I smiled and started undoing my buttoned down shirt. Hen leaned down, capturing my mouth as his fingers aided in me in unbuttoning the shirt.

“Do you need it?” he rasped, breaking the kiss and looking down at the buttons.

I laughed. “Yes, it’s my work shirt.”

He groaned and our haste was momentarily subsided as we both undid my shirt.

He was able to peel it off me. And after he wasted no time in reaching behind and unclasping my bra.

I pulled it the rest of the way off, my arms going up slightly as his head came down.

I arched my chest and grabbed his head. His warm mouth already pukered around the dark brown nipple. He twirled his tongue around sucked.

My lips parted as I panted.

At least he was a man of his word. I sat up on my knees as he grabbed my breasts. Squeezing them as he licked and sucked on it, alternating between the two.

He bit on the right one cautiously and I threw my head back, pressing his head forward. He must have liked the reaction because he released my nipple, blew on it, flicked it with his tongue and sucked fit again, followed by the same bite.

He was good.

He was really good at reading body language. What the actual fuck.

My hand scrambled for his pants. Rubbing his erection, grabbing and squeezing the thickness as he licked his way between the crevice of my breasts up to my neck.

I shuddered as I unbuttoned his shorts. To reach into it.

Marcel bit my neck and sucked on it and I swear I came.

I gasped, my hand wrapped around his hardness. I pulled it out. Immediately.

He lifted his head, our noses brushing. He moved his head back slightly and we held eye contact as he moved his hips. We both looked down between us. His dick in my hand. My lips parted as I watched him fuck my hand, the holding seemingly tightening but only because he was enlarging in my hold.

What a fucking gorgeous sight.

I looked up at him, but he was also watching himself fuck my hand.

Marcel looked up, lips parted, breathing hard. He leaned forward and our lips crashed together again. Swallowing the other as best we could.

I wanted him to know I was drenched. Needed him to know I was completely soaked.

He broke the kiss and moved back, my hand releasing his dick. He hooked his arms underneath my thighs and kneeled on the top cushion of the couch. My back pressed hard against the back pillows, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

He proceeded to hump me. His dick digging into my belly. I clung to him, moving along with the movements.

What I would give to have that dick in my guts.

Marcel kissed me and I moaned into his mouth. He looked at me, those hazel eyes bewitching my body. He grabbed my chin. “Eloise…”

Jesus Christ mom, thank you for giving me that name!

He slipped his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it hard.

“Putain… “ he moaned dipping his thumb in and out. He released me and I dropped in the couch cuse he’d been holding me. He grabbed his dick and stroked himself.

I immediately sat up and opened my mouth, tongue out.

His eyes darkened with lust as I watched him jerk himself. “Beg for it. “

Dammit. He doesn’t forget a single thing.

But I was thirsty.

I stared at him the entire time as I slipped off the couch to sit on the floor. I stretched my neck, my tongue flattened waiting for him. I was at the perfect level if he bent over the couch slightly.

“Please…” I whispered.

He groaned and inhaled sharply. He pressed his tip against my tongue. I was going to curl up but he ran it over my mouth. He jerked it in and out before I could close my mouth around it. I grabbed his thigh. He did it again, this time I closed my mouth but he slipped out. I stared up at him. He pressed his dick against my closed lips.

He bit down on his bottom lip. The more I refused to open, the harder he pressed. It was safe to say that aroused us both more.

I was the first to give in, opening and sucking him in, but he pulled out and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

I reached between my legs and rubbed myself through my pants. I was throbbing. He looked down at my movements his eyes glistening in approval.

So I followed through. Getting on my knees, I unbuckled and zipped down my pants. My hand slipping inside, gliding through my wetness.

I leaned forward and instead of going for his dick, I bent my head and sucked on his balls. He threw his head back as I alternated. Licking and sucking, until finally he grabbed the back of my head and slipped himself inside my mouth.

He could have shoved it in, but I noticed he was being cautious.

His jerks controlled as he watched me. So I looked up at him, opening my mouth wider so he could go deeper.

“Fuck… fuck… “ He moaned as he started to move his hips. I brought up my wet hand and grabbed his thigh as I moved back and forth on his dick.

He leaned forward, digging deeper.

I couldn’t take him all but I could take enough. Enough seemed to work for him because as soon as he found my limit, he fucked my mouth steadily until then.

I closed my eyes, drool dripping down my lips.

Marcel panted as he pulled out of my mouth. He bent down and to my utter surprised he kissed me passionately. I remembered him doing that the Joseph.

Oh my God, that was his thing. Kissing during a blow job. My heart soared. When he broke the kiss and slipped back into my mouth, I was determined to swallow him whole.

Marcel gripped the couch as he fucked her mouth. He wanted to fuck her pussy but condoms were upstairs. Today, he’ll stick with this. By God, he hadn’t expected this from Eloise. He gasped as he grabbed her head and moved faster.

“Eloise… god… I’m gonna cum… “ He moaned and opened his eyes. Joseph had just walked in and stood right on the other side the living room.

Marcel made eye contact with him, right before he squeezed his eyes shut and he jerked into Eloise's mouth, spilling his seed down her throat. He moaned as he held her head and rocked his hips.

He looked up to the ceiling, trying to catch his breath before looking back at then opening of then living room. Joseph was still there. His eyes glazed over, lips slightly parted.

Marcel swallowed hard, still trying to breathe but waved him away. The blond guy nodded and cautiously made his way to the stairs on tip toe

Marcel groaned and pulled out.

I swallowed and wiped my mouth as he sank into the couch. A little salty, but not sour (trust me when I said I’ve tasted sour, makes you wanna gag).

10/10 would swallow again.

Now the aftermath of a blow job. I grabbed my shirt and put it on, ignoring the buttons or my bra. I turned and he was watching me.

“Did you like it?”

I nodded. Ain’t no use denying. I was gagging that dick like there was no tomorrow.

He reached out and cupped my face. “So did I.”

Why did that confirmation make me so giddy. He leaned forward and kissed me again.

I loved this. I absolutely did. Kisses and blow jobs. Blowjobs and kisses.

Tyler wouldn’t kiss me after a blowjob. Not until I rinsed my mouth.

God what a fucking loser.

Marcel grinned in contentment as he pulled up his pants and zipped it up. He sat back on the couch, sprawled out.

I got up off the floor and turned away from him.

“Hey.”

I turned back around.

He smirked and patted the couch.

I went and sat down. He put his arm around the back of the couch and it just made me also relax like him. I took a deep breath and smiled.

“Did you cum?”

I smiled. “Hearing you cum, made me cum.”

He chuckled and sighed in contentment. “What a fucking good blow job Eloise. Thank you.”

I giggled and watched him. He turned his head to me and smiled.

God he was so beautiful when he smiled.

**

I love my life.

I really, really do.

I feel like I’m constantly in a dream.

I clung to him, panting as his hips moved faster. He kissed the side of my neck as he rolled his back all the way down deepening his thrust into me.

“God… “ I whispered.

His thrusts were deep and drawn out now. That meant he was close.

Marcel’s hand wrapped around my neck. As he moaned in my ear. “Eloise… . “

Say it, please say it, it’s like a release for me.

“I’m about to cum baby.”

I closed my eyes and gasped, tightening my legs around his back as my orgasm shot through me.

Everytime, every single time. How did he do it?

“Damn… “ He groaned holding on to me as he came hard, jerking sporadically until he collapsed.

Jesus, I love my life.

We both gasped for air as he rolled off me. He peeled off the condom, tied it and tossed it into my waste basket.

I immediately moaned and snuggled up to him.

He leaned over and kissed me before sitting up.

I instinctively grabbed his hand.

He looked back at me.

We held eye contact.

He slowly laid back down and faced me. His hand touching my cheek tenderly. “You know I can’t spend the night here. “

“Of course, I was just saying goodnight.”

He smiled. “Want me to lay here until you fall asleep?” he whispered.

I nodded.

He pulled me into his chest and I closed my eyes.

This meant nothing, he was just an aftersex cuddler. We’ve had sex four times this week he was a cuddler and I loved it. I mean I appreciated it. I sighed and nestled against him. My head underneath his chin. This was going to be our last sex for a bit.

He said he needed to sleep with Joseph, so he didn’t feel neglected. I understood.

Joseph told me two days ago he didn’t think he would fuck Marcel this week since Marcel was too tired for him after fucking me.

I quickly apologized and he laughed and shook his head that it was fine.

Marcel held me tight as he stared up at the ceiling. “Eloise…”

“hummm?”

“What do you think of a threesome?”

I opened my eyes. “That sounds fun. I’ve never had a threesome. “ I admitted looking up at him in my post sex bliss face.

“Really?”

I nodded. “Just fantasized.”

He chuckled and looked me over.

“What?”

“You’ve ever done anal?”

I shook my head.

He chewed on his bottom lip and stared up at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking?” I whispered softly

He turned back to me.

“Wanna try or you’re totally against it?”

I smiled. “I wanna try.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Yeah?”

I nodded. I cocked my head to the side. “Did you ask because of the threesome?”

“Yeah…”

I thought about it for a second, knowing he was watching me. Waiting on my reaction.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He whispered his fingers sprawled across my belly.

“I know… . “ I replied. “I was just thinking… . Well if it’ll be my first time maybe I’ll prefer if you do it.” I looked up at him. “Joseph’s dick is so… thick.” I whispered. Remembering what I had seen.

Marcel looked at me for a minute and pinched the bridge of his nose as he barked out a laugh.

“Ssshhh.” I hit his arm.

His eyes twinkled as he turned his head to me. “With lots of lube and patience, he gets the job done.” He poked my cheek. “But I’ll do it, if it comes to that.”

My mouth dropped open.

The way he dicked me down, I never would have imagined.

“What?” He asked.

“You’re a bottom.” I exclaimed in revelation.

He chuckled and pinched my nose between his fingers. “You and your labels. I’m a verse top if you must.”

“A what? “ I whispered. “What does that mean?”

He turned my head to the side and pressed his lips against my ear. “It means if you’re a good girl, I might let you peg me.”

My eyes widened.

The knock at the door, broke us apart. Marcel jumped out of bed and I hurriedly buried myself under my sheets.

Marcel yanked his shorts on and zipped it, not bothering to button it as he headed for the door.

He opened and stepped out.

“Hey, how was the interview?”

“Good. Is Lee—”

“She’s sleeping.” I heard Marcel say as he pulled my door. “Why don’t you tell me how it went?”

“They fucking loved us, They even----”

The voices disappeared as my door was closed firmly.

I pulled my sheets down slightly. I really really loved, foreplay Marcel, sex Marcel and post-sex Marcel. I turned over and brought my sheets to my chin. My heart pounding.