“Look at him, isn’t he the cutest?” Marcel squeezed Joseph’s face.

I laughed.

Moments like these were rare. Marcel teasing and joking around, like right now. Puckering his lips and squeezing Joseph’s cheeks as if he was an adorable kid.

“Stop it.” Joseph protested moving his head.

But his blue eyes shown bright. He wore a smile even though he tried to maintain his scowl.

“Awww such a cutie, look at his face.”

I giggled as I watched the interaction. My eyes shifted up to Marcel’s smiling face. I looked away and caught myself.

Nope stop. You stop that right now.

Okay, I’m good. I’m good.

I looked up again this time to see Marcel turn Joseph’s face towards him. He kissed him softly. I felt my heart race as I watched his lips move purposefully over his boyfriend.

I heard Joseph’s slight moan as he grabbed Marcel’s bare waist and kissed him back.

My mouth got a little dry.

How hot.

How could they be this fucking hot?

Marcel moved his head back and smiled as he pecked Joseph’s pink lips two more times. “Aight, go to work. See you tonight. “

Joseph beamed.

His joy was causing me to smile.

He was like a kid in a candy shop.

Joseph turned the corner and I tilted my head up for what I knew was coming.

“Later Lee.”

Kiss.

I smiled as our lips separated. “Bye.”

I turned back to the bar. Marcel was leaning against it as he watched Joseph leave. His eyes drifted down and I knew it was coming towards me so I jumped off the stool.

“Aight, I’m gonna head off too.” I put my empty cup with just a trace of the smoothie that Joseph had made us this morning.

I smiled brightly. “Bye housewife.”

He smirked. “Try to get a fucking promotion or something. “

I stuck my middle finger up at him as I left the kitchen.

Marcel watched her leave with a small smile on his face. He licked his bottom lip and didn’t look away until she disappeared.

**

I saw it.

They really truly loved each other.

The glances.

The head rubs, the kisses.

I wanted it. And I hated myself for wanting it.

Come on you’re having the sex. No emotions, nothing attached, wasn’t that like an important rule.

They made me so happy.

Marcel was pampering him.

And God shoot me down, I was just a little jealous.

Joseph was glowing. I was happy for him, don’t get me wrong.

But I wanted some too.

But I kept my cool.

I did!

Marcel’s kisses lingered, so did his touches, but then again they always had. Nothing new there. I mean the kissing yes. But I couldn’t read into that. He was a flirt remember, a bonafide old fashion flirt.

And then I will look at Joseph.

Sometimes I’ll catch him watching me.

His touches lingered too.

He was kissing me more but to be honest… . I didn’t know what he wanted.

He said go with the flow.

Marcel had talked about a possible threesome.

Joseph said early on he wanted to participate.

But did he really?

We’ve been at this new thing for almost two weeks and he kept his distance it seemed.

I was cautious of him.

Why?

I wanted his approval. I did.

Dammit, I really did.

His opinion mattered to me. I kind of just sort of maybe kinda looked up to him.

He seemed to have everything together. His job at the charity, his band, his extracurricular activities. He was fun, he was sweet, he was charismatic.

Joseph was awesome and, shit I wanted this to work.

Maybe I had to try a little harder on my part.

Was he waiting for me to make a move?

I couldn’t deny I was feening for some Marcel but if there was no love, emotion or whatever supposedly involved, I might as well try Joseph too right?

But I really truly did not mind just Marcel.

Was that fair?

A nagging part of me, flashed NO in big red letters.

**

“Okay, see you two later.”

Head up. Smile.

“Bye, Lee.”

Kiss. His lips tasted like mango.

“Bye.” I smiled as Joseph walked out.

I turned and went to put my empty glass in the sink.

I turned to Marcel. “Aight, I’m gonna----”

He yanked me forward.

I didn’t even hesitate.

I wanted it so bad.

My arms immediately wrapping around his neck as his fingers dug into my waist.

It had been three days, but our kisses were desperate. Our mouths moving in a frenzy. Pulling, sucking, biting as he pressed my hip into the counter. I lifted my leg to be able to feel more of him. By him, I mean his dick. I wanted to feel his dick.

Marcel’s hands slid down, palming my ass as he groaned into the kiss. His arms were big for a skinny boy. But then again, same could be said about his dick.

Fuck I wanted him. I’m not going to even fake, I’ve never had this strong of a sexual chemistry with anybody else on this planet. Not even Rufus who I stalked for 4 months after our fling.

I could kiss him forever, our tongues feuding. But the more my hands roamed over his neck, down his arms, across his bare chest, into his hair.

I needed him to fuck me.

I panted as I turned around, my back to him, gripping the counter. I arched my back, twerking on his erection.

He grabbed my ass and moved it up and down his hardness. “How much time?” His lips brushed my ear.

“How fast can you fuck?” I whispered, reaching back to grab his head. I turned my face and kissed him. Marcel kissed me back, just as intensely, as his hands unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

“While also making you cum?”

I chuckled, rubbing my nose against him. “That would be a bonus, just fuck me. “I arched my ass into his erection.

“Hearing you say fuck me is just. …” he groaned into the back of my neck and kissed me there as he yanked my pants along with my underwear down in record time. His hand parting my legs, immediately feeling my wetness.

He looked over my shoulder as I ran my fingers through his soft curls. Playing with his hair, which I discovered he loved. Extra point for pulling on it in the midst of fucking. “The way you get wet is fucking sexy.” He bit my ear and I shuddered. “Girls are lucky.”

He turned my face and kissed me. I sucked on his lips as he reached between our bodies and shoved down his shorts.

My eyes closed as he ran his dick down my ass crack. “Can’t wait to fuck this.” He whispered. I felt him part an ass cheek and poke me teasingly. He did it again and I clenched.

Jesus, Marcel, I literally can’t get any wetter.

I parted my legs as he ran the head of his dick further down, he bent slightly until he passed it through my wetness. I leaned forward on the counter.

My body throbbing.

He kept doing it, allowing my wetness to lubricate his dick as he ran the tip back and forth. He kissed my shoulder. I felt his warm breath on my back as I waited in anticipation. Hoping that each pass will slide through my channel.

Why? Why was he teasing me?

Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen as he kept torturing me with the denial of his entrance. His soft panting in my ear.

“Marcel----”

“Shhh…” He whispered. “It’s the anticipation. The longing.” He moved his tip in and then two seconds later pulled out and resumed his rubbing. “It’s thinking of how much you want this. How much I want it.” His arms brought our body even closer. “it’s rememberibg how my dick fills your pussy so perfectly.”

I bit down on my bottom lip. Eyes closing. His whispered words causing a tremor inside me.

“Each stroke.” He slid his dick through my lips. “Forces our brain to think I’very been fucking you senseless.” he pulled back and pressed his dick hard against me. His tip hitting my clit.

I nodded.

His voice, the slow sliding without penetration made it feel like we’ve been fucking awhile. My body hot and, needy. My breath coming forth shorter, hips rotating uncontrollably.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes of this restrained. I felt my juices slid down my thigh, my region throbbing.

Please! I need it.

I reached between my legs and covered his hardness with my hand. Arching and lifting my ass slightly to accommodate him.

He didn’t protest. His own breathing having accelerated.

His hands cupped my chest as he groaned, squeezing my breasts as he finally slide inside me.

I let out a moan of satisfaction. He dropped one hand to my waist, shifting me, allowing himself to get deeper.

“Yes… “ I whispered. Again, I’m not a vocal lover, but fucking damn.

After the slow penetration, he grabbed my hip with both hands and I gasped. His rhythm picking up quite dramatically.

My mouth remained slack, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“You like it huh? “ he whispered hugging me.

I couldn’t talk and simply nodded, moving with him.

“It’s mine now, you know that right?” He grabbed my neck and kissed it hard. His dick plunging inside me. “This pussy’s mine now.”

Jesus Marcel!

I gasped as he bent me further down. Fucking me harder. My body so desperately at his will. Wanting his intrusion. Needing it.

Fuck he was right. My brain was telling my body to fucking cum.

He held me tight, rubbing my clit with four fingers as I gasped.

“Fuck fuck…..” he grabbed my ass, almost painfully and smacked repeatedly against it, holding me in place. His body rolling with the tremors. His hand hot on my back as he rocked his hips excruciatingly slow. His head thrown back as he grabbed my thigh, lifting me slightly, filling me with every inch of his dick.

He held the deep position, only moving to try and get a bit deeper, his fingers digging into my skin, the sensation causing more tremors to pass through my body.

It took us a while to come through.

Our breathing slowing down.

It was the shortest sex we’d ever had, but it was most definitely the most intense.

He released my thigh. His hands gripping the counter, body still caging me in.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

But there was a different tone in his voice as he dislodged from me. I turned quickly, pulling up my pants, together with the underwear.

“What? “I whispered zipping up my pants.

Marcel pulled up his shorts, but I couldn’t help but watch his still very wet semi erect dick being tucked away. “You’re on birth control right.”

I nodded. “Of course. “ Shit. Shit. Shit wasn’t that like my first rule. I adjusted my shirt.

He exhaled loudly and ran his hands through his hair as he stared up the ceiling.

“I need to go take another shower. “ I whispered finding my voice.

“I’m sorry. “ he shook his head and dropped his arms. Marcel cupped my face. “I get carried aw---”

This time I crashed my lips against him. He returned my kiss, holding me tight as he licked my bottom lip. Pressing me back into the counter. His eyes closed as he sucked on my bottom lip. And then the top. I bit his lip.

Seriously, I’ve never experienced chemistry on this level before.

We broke apart, staring at each other.

“I am religiously on birth control.” I whispered. “But let’s just forget this little mishap, yeah.”

He nodded.

I smiled, ready to change the fact that my heart was beating rapidly. “Are you going to have enough stamina for Joseph? “ I whispered.

He smiled and nodded. “I have all day to recuperate. “

We looked at each other but didn’t let go.

I tried to smile but Marcel’s eyes roamed my face. Turning serious once more.

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t have done that. “ he whispered.

I nodded my head. “Let’s not be stupid like that again.” I whispered back.

He nodded. His mouth parting as he held my face.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

What now? What now? Why did we do that? How could we have just fucked raw in this kitchen right now? How reckless!

My ass was supposed to be on my way to work.

“I need you to---” Marcel swallowed hard and leaned his face closer. “I need you to do something with Joseph okay. “

I nodded.

He nodded back. “Do something with Joseph.” he repeated a little more confidently. “Can’t have you all to myself now. “

I nodded again as he released me slowly. “Does Joseph want to do things with me?”

Marcel nodded and took a step back. “Yeah, of course he does.”

I shrugged. “Cause I don’t, really get that vibe from him. “

The French guy looked me over and licked his bottom lip. He brought his thumb and index finger to his bottom lip and squeezed the pink flesh. “I should have went up for a condom.” He whispered and then closed his eyes. “Fuck.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Well one mistake, and we’re in the clear. If it makes you feel any better, give me money for plan B.” I stretched my hand. “We’ll go half since the condom was the last thing on my mind too.”

Marcel nodded.

I smiled. “I still need to go take another shower and them be very late for work.”

“Call in sick. “ he suggested.

“What?”

“Yeah, do that. Then we’ll go together and----” he shrugged. “Do whatever we have to do.”

“I can’t just call off sick!”

**

“I might just call off sick tomorrow too.”

Marcel laughed as he licked his ice-cream.

I smiled as I licked my own.

Today was not what I had expected. I don’t know what I had expected to be honest.

We went up and showered.

Came out and went to the pharmacy.

We didn’t split it, he paid for the pill and we both received very judgmental eyes from the short black lady behind the counter.

I took it on the beach as the waves hit my feet.

Marcel popped two ibuprofens in encouragement which had me laughing so hard, I almost choked on the small ass pill.

Then we just walked the beach.

“What part of Texas?

“Dallas.”

“So.like cowboys and stuff?”

I laughed. “Well you know actually most cowboys were black. “

“Cool. So no, Clint Eastwood?”

“Naahhh, stupid Hollywood.”

“Ever rode a horse? “

I squealed. “I love horses! “

He grinned. “We had five growing up. I used to pretend I was a cowboy in those American movies.”

“Five?!” I turned to him. “Are you rich?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I guess. “ he shrugged. He looked down at the sand, his hands resting in his back pockets as he walked.

“Where’s your family?” I asked curiously as we stopped to look at the speedboats. There was a race going on.

He shrugged again. “Dad’s dead and mom is somewhere with her next toy. “

I blinked. “I’m sorry.” I whispered.

He turned to face me. “Don’t be. Dad died of old age and my mom is not the least bit sorry for her life. “

“Old age?”

Marcel shrugged. “He was 82…”

“80… . 2? “ I gasped. “But you’re… … .. Oh… .. .. Oh. “ I stopped talking as realization set in.

Marcel grinned. “Mom was 22 when she married him. Dad was 69.”

My jaw dropped.

He laughed and shook his head. “Yep. Yep. Dear old mom… “ but his laugh was dry and didn’t reach his eyes as he stared off.

I didn’t know what to say.

We walked more and then had lunch at the pier. People watching, easily differentiating between the locals and the tourists.

“Technically we’re tourists too.”

“Boo.” I waved off his comment. “We live here, pay taxes.. If I’m paying taxes. I’m a fucking local.”

“Oh look, look.” We both smiled at the far away leap of a dolphin.

God, this place was paradise.

“Can I ask for a favor?”

I turned to Marcel and nodded. “Yeah, what is it?”

He blinked and stared off. “Don’t tell Joseph okay…” He whispered.

I shrugged. “I wasn’t planning on. Besides you’re the one who tells him everything.”

He touched his bottom lip and squeezed it. “You know Nancy said she was pregnant. “

“Nancy?”

“The lady who shot me and missed, the girl from before. “

“Wait, she shot you!”

He nodded. “She hit the wall, I’ll show you when we go home. It’s behind Joseph’s picture.”

“OMG!”

Marcel waved it off. “Anyways, she claimed she was pregnant, and refused to get tested. She swore she knew her body. Well, I’d fucked her, Joseph had fucked her, we don’t know it could have been true, but I don’tknow.”

He shook his head. “She kept saying I was the father.” he touched his chest. “She knew it was me. That I had to marry her, I had to take responsibility, I had to dump Joseph and own up to my shit.”

My mouth dropped open.

Marcel put his hands up. “I was like okay, fine, but let’s double check. She kept coming up with all these excuses, she was too nauseous to go out. She had migranes. Basically she couldn’t go to the doctor. So Joseph brought the doctor to her.

No baby.”

“Figured.” I whispered.

“Then she claimed we made her lose it.” Marcel puts his hands up. “Goes fucking crazy, said we raped her, we were abusing her, that she was forced to be our sex slave.”

I covered my mouth in shock.

Marcel grimaced. “It was messy.” he shook his head. “Come to find out, she did the same shit to like four other couples…”

“What!!! “ I screeched in disbelief.

He chuckled. “She was a fucking lunatic. Sexy, sexy as hell, but a fucking lunatic.” He sighed and shook his head at the memory. “Joseph almost went crazy.”

I chuckled. “I bet, my poor Joseph.”

Marcel sighed. “Yeah, so I can’t tell him about forgetting to wear a condom.”

I nodded. “Besides, it’s one mistake. Won’t happen again. “

Marcel turned to me. “Yeah.” He whispered.

**

We didn’t touch again. The next four days, if I wasn’t flirting more openly with Joseph, than Marcel was.

“Oh, God! Oh Fuck… fuck!”

My steps halted on the stairs. I slowly made my way up to the gasping and moaning.

They hadn’t closed their door?

Technically it was almost close but a crack. A crack. Just enough of a crack.

Don’t do it.

Walk away.

Just go to your room.

“Oh fuck! Harder baby… . Fuck…”

Curiosity got the best of me, my body already reacting as if it was participating.

It was just going to be a quick glance. Just wanted to see the positions they were in.

I had to push the door just, just a teeny tiny more.

My mouth dropped.

There is just something about a nice toned, naked male body. Extra points if there were two.

Extra, extra points if they were engaged in sexual activities.

I froze.

They were on the bed.

Joseph laying on his back, legs wide, partially bent. His face contoured in ecstasy. He was the loud moaner.

Marcel’s back was to me. But I saw the sleekness of his hair, his tanned back and paler butt. Which was clenching with every thrust. His balls hitting Joseph’s thighs.

He had Joseph’s hands above his head, putting the blond guy at his mercy. Unable to stop him as he fucked.

If I tilted my head, I could just make out Joseph’s glistening huge dick twitching on his stomach.

Marcel moaned and lifted his head to the ceiling.

“Yes… yes…” Joseph closed his eyes, lips parted.

I was done for. My body reacting immediately and violently to the scene in front of me. I wanted in. I needed to be in.

Those moans and grunts, the glistening damp skin.

I watched as Marcel brought one hand down, he grabbed Joseph’s dick and started to jerk him off as he fucked him.

“Fuck, fuck…”

I chewed on my bottom. Lip, my pussy throbbing.

God what I would do to just sit on Joseph’s face in this moment. Or have Marcel fuck me as I sucked Joseph dry.

Joseph sat up abruptly. His arms wrapping around Marcel, to hold him close as his lips crashed against his.

Marcel grabbed Joseph’s thick thighs, rolling his body into him.

They tumbled in the bed.

I saw that beautiful, thick dick. I knew so well, shiny and erect as Joseph pushed him down on the bed. He panted as he climbed on top of him. Marcel grabbed his dick, Joseph moaning loudly as he lowered himself on to it slow.

I panted as I watched every bit of the insertion into his ass.

Wow, it slid in so effortlessly. Damn Joseph.

“Fuck..”This time the expletives were from Marcel who grabbed Joseph’s hips and proceeded to thrust upwardd. His eyes shut tight, mouth parted.

Joseph jerked himself off. His mouth parted, eyes closed. His breathing staggered

Fuck, his dick.

You know me. I was already soaked. I had enough material for an entire week.

But I wanted to see them cum.

I wanted----

Marcel rocked his hips and bit his bottom lip, his head turning slowly.

No---no----I couldn’t move. Nor could I breath.

Dark, lust filled hazel eyes landed in me.

Oh, my fucking.. I’ve been caught.

He didn’t look away, but neither could I move.

In fact he licked his lips and winked at me. A smirk on his face, before he turned back to Joseph and bucked his hips.

“Fuck, fuck… . Yes… . Aaahh ashhhh… “ Joseph came all over his hand and Marcel’s chest. The latter, moaning, in satisfaction as he slowed his hip movements.

I turned and simply walked to my room swallowing hard.

I gently opened the door and closed it. I calmly sat in my bed.

Marcel’s face, the fucking, Joseph cumming. I covered my mouth and squeezed my thighs as tremors of an orgasm passed through me.

I quickly brought my free hand inside my pants and rubbed myself so the sensation would not disappear.

It didn’t.

My toes curling, my shook as I got myself off.

**

“Hey gorgeous, up late?” Joseph asked, his kiss against my forehead, arm around my waist.

My body trembled. His touch. I remembered his face. How sexy he looked.

I swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep.”

Couldn’t. I wanted to bury myself.

Getting off had put me into a peaceful nap and then I woke up in the middle of the night.

I wanted to die.

How embarrassing.

I shifted my eyes up and quickly away.

Marcel was watching me as he slowly drank his coffee.

I took a deep breath.

“I left you your smoothie. I gotta run!” Joseph was already scurrying down the entryway.

I exhaled and walked to fix my breakfast. I moved in silence avoiding, any eye contact whatsoever., knowing he was watching me.

I put my bagel in the toaster and turned with a huge sigh.

Marcel was leaning his elbows, on the counter, resting the side of his face on his upturned palm.

Of course a smirk on his face. “So-----”

“Don’t.” I cut him off sternly.

He straightened up and put his arms up with a chuckle. “Just tell me if you got off on that. “

I groaned and covered my head in embarrassment. I exhaled loudly and looked at him. I slowly nodded.

His smile grew bigger. He licked his bottom lip and ran his hand over the front of his sweat pants. “Good.”

I stared at him, feeling myself heating up.

He took two steps towards me and to my surprise hesitated and turned back, pretending he was getting more coffee.

No he was making his way to me.

He cleared his throat and turned back to me, the moment happened so fast, I’m not even sure it happened.

My mind was fucking playing tricks on me.

“You know before we mix you in… “ he rubbed his nose. “You should probably get together with Joseph. “

I nodded.

“You want that?”

Was that a certain tone in his question.

Why the fuck am I misreading Marcel this morning?

I nodded. “I’m really curious now. “

Marcel ran his thumb over his bottom lip. He turned and grabbed his coffee. “You should go settle your curiosity.” he turned back to me. “You won’t be disappointed.”

I nodded.

“Today.”

My mouth dropped. “What?”

“Why not?” He asked.

I stared at him dumbfounded.

“I’ll give you guys privacy. “ he added, raising his cup to me. “Hurry, up you’re gonna be late for work. “

“Shut-up.” I smiled and turned to get my bagel.

I heard him move and the next thing, I felt was a slap across my ass. “These bills ain’t gonna pay themselves.”

I giggled as he walked past me, but actually I was a total wreck. I should get together with Joseph huh?