†† Ellis ††

I sat in the back of the Uber, staring out the window but not really seeing anything. My mind was distracted and restless.

My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my head. A message from my dad lit up the screen: 'I'm at your apartment—where are you?'

What had dragged him out of bed this early on a Sunday and over to see me? 

I quickly typed out a reply. "Is it important? I'm heading over to Sasha's." Technically, I was heading to Zack's where Sasha was, so it wasn't exactly a lie.

My family were aware of my involvement with Sasha as sure enough, last night, my sister messaged me, throwing her weight behind the news with a cheerful 'About time. And by the way, you're totally punching above your weight. Don't fuck it up!'

I knew Sasha was way out of my league and I didn't plan on fucking it up—not in this lifetime.

But still, I didn't know why that would warrant a visit from my Dad, it was usually my mom who handled stuff like that—relationships.

Relationship... my stomach rolled over. 

Did I still have a relationship with Sasha, or had I read it all wrong?

Another message came through from my dad telling me it could wait.

I went back to staring out the window, chewing on my bottom lip as the unease grew arms and legs.

You might be wondering where all this was coming from—the unease.

Well, yesterday, Zack had messaged me saying Sasha was staying over at his place which was code for fucking and then he invited me to come over this morning.

Why hadn't he wanted me there last night?

Why did he want her all to himself?

Not only that, his message ended with: We need to talk.

Which sounded ominous as fuck.

I'd been feeling good about everything until that message. Now, I couldn't shake the feeling that the shit was about to hit the fan. 

I rubbed a hand across my clammy forehead. Maybe I was being irrational, but when I'd tried to call Sasha and then messaged but got no reply, that only fuelled my crazy ideas further.

Had something happened between him and Sasha? Had she forgiven him, and the two of them decided to cut me out?

I thought I'd gotten over the fear of her wanting him more—choosing him over me.

Apparently not, and I tasted blood in my mouth as I bit a little too hard into my lip.

I was a fucking idiot, I should have told her how I felt about her yesterday.

For some, that might sound too soon, but fuck everyone else. I knew how I felt.

So why keep it to myself?

My stomach was now bunched in knots. What if I walked in on them and realised I was the third wheel? What if they had realised they didn't need me?

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the crazy shit, but it kept coming back, stronger and more insistent. I wanted this to work—but what if they didn't feel the same way now?

What if I wasn't enough?

Pulling up outside Zack's place the car hadn't driven away before the front door and Sasha stepped out to greet me.

And as always, she looked damn delicious—long wavy dark hair, the bluest eyes. Sasha was the kind of woman who made me want everything, own the very fabric of her being, have her scent all over my skin, her air in my lungs, and the taste of her sweet pussy imprinted on my tongue. Forever. Or even longer.

Coming to stand in front of her, the summery maxi dress she had on looked like it had spent more time on the floor than on her body. Not that I cared it looked messy because it was her tits best friend—they looked fucking amazing.

She went up on her bare tippy toes and wreathed her arms around my neck and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest, my dick went from halfway hard to fully erect. "I missed you," she whispered and then leaned back.

Her eyes were wild and huge... and troubled and maybe a little ravenous too but then she kissed me like she had missed me and it did settle the nagging voice in the back of my head.

My hands plastered themselves onto her ass, wanting her closer. "Everything okay?" I asked. "With last night I mean?"

"We had dinner," she said a little too quickly. 

"Dinner?" I laughed. "Nice euphemism." Fuck, did I sound bitter?

Sasha frowned. "I—" she started and then paused. "C'mon, let's go inside." She threaded her fingers through mine and I followed like a lost fucking puppy knowing I'd follow this woman anywhere she wanted to go.

Leading us inside stepping into a huge kitchen she let go of my hand and I glanced around. There was no sign of Zack and that unsettled me again.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked, mentally pulling me up short.

When I looked at her, she was waiting for me to say something and when I didn't she asked. "What's wrong?"

Sasha put the mug she was holding in her hand down and came toward me and as I looked down into those gorgeous blue eyes I wanted to kiss her again, more than I wanted my next fucking breath.

"Something is wrong, I can see it, tell me, Ellis."

Shit. My eyes dropped, not wanting to say the wrong thing. But I had to tell her how I felt. I needed to know if this thing between us was still going somewhere.

And, yeah, call me needy, or pathetic, whatever, it still didn't change that fact.

"Are you mad at me?"

Was I?  Maybe, and a little and jealous too.

"You are, I knew it wasn't a good idea me staying over without you. I wanted you..." she paused, her shoulders dropping. "I wanted to wait, I wasn't choosing him... and I'm so sorry if it looks that way and it makes me feel sick if I caused you doubt. I hope you can forgive me and for what it's worth. I haven't stopped thinking about us since you left my house yesterday."

As she sucked in a breath to continue, I framed her face. "Shut up, Sasha."

Gone was the worry replaced by a pissed-off purse of her lips. "You don't get to talk to me like that," she threatened. "Not unless you want to say goodbye to a testicle!"

"Shut up... so I can tell you I love you." Her eyes went round and her lips parted. "I'm not upset about you being here with Zack. I'm okay with it because the only choice that will ever matter to me is the one that gives me you."

There, I'd said it. 

No taking it back now and my heart was beating so hard it pounded in my ears.

Sasha now looked confused as she searched my face as though she didn't believe the words. Then she blinked rapidly and looked like she was about to cry and another sense of panic set in, threatening to strangle me.

Was it the wrong thing to say?

Before I could pull my hands away from her face, Sasha's fingers curled around my wrists, holding me in place. "I—"

I didn't want her to feel she had to say it back. "It's okay you don't—"

"It's your turn to be quiet," she insisted and visibly brightened. "I love you, too, Ellis."

Thank fuck for that.

And the weight that had been resting on my chest lifted, and for a minute, I thought my legs might give from under me as the last thing I expected was for her to love me back.

"I wanted—" I didn't let her finish the sentence as I crushed my mouth to hers with tingles and real-life shivers zipping up and down my spine, before settling between the throbbing in my jeans.

"Ellis..."

My teeth nipped her bottom lip. "Yeah, Duchess."

"If you break my heart..." I pulled back because the change in her tone was worrying. "I will fucking stake you through the heart."

Sasha didn't curse, hardly ever, so the word fucking from her perfect mouth did all kinds of weird shit to me. But I had to tell her. "You're hearts safe with me." And this went both ways. "Same goes for you, Duchess."

Her smile had my heart beating for a different reason now. "That's fair..." she hummed and planted her lips on mine. 

"Ah, you're here."

I heard Zack say from behind us but I didn't rush to end our kiss right away and slowly easing off I ran my thumb over Sasha's bottom lip before turning my head. "Yeah. I'm here."

And there was the man with his hair all mussed, a five o'clock shadow and looking a little bleary-eyed. There was a hint of colour high on his cheekbones as if the sun had recently blessed him, and I wondered when he had the time to catch any daylight as he always seemed to be working. 

The man never fucking relaxed... well, not that I'd seen.

His forearms were taut beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt and now his eyes switched to intense and as always it slightly unnerved me with their clarity. There was nowhere to hide when Zack looked at you.

"We—the three of us need to sit and talk to decide where we go from here," he said, all commanding, without raising his voice or a finger.

And weirdly it made me want to put myself back in his hands. Literally.

"Okay, let's talk." I felt a little calmer now that Sasha had confessed her feelings so whatever he wanted to talk about couldn't be that bad, right?

"Oh, can I shower first?" asked Sasha, wrinkling her cute nose. "I feel icky."

Zack shook his head. "Can it wait? I'd like to talk now. Get it out the way."

"Okay, but can I at least take the plug out? It's been almost two hours?"

Huh? My attention shot back to Sasha. "You're wearing a butt plug right now?"

And damn if my dick didn't get harder.

Did we really need to talk right now?

"Yes," he said, "You can remove it."

Sasha loosened a happy sigh and then dropped a quick kiss on my lips before walking away with my eyes glued to her swaying hips and ass.

"Quit pouting," said Zack to me.

I wasn't pouting huffing out a breath. "What, sue me, I wouldn't have minded seeing her ass plugged!"

He turned to gaze at the door she had just exited looking a little wistful. "You'll get lots more opportunities to see. Trust me."

I nodded and asked. "You sorted out your shit then? She's forgiven you?"

"No. Not yet, but that woman is my salvation, she has to."

Strange reply and I was about to ask what he meant when he moved to stand in front of me and silenced me with his mouth on mine.

Our last kiss in the shower yesterday was specifically that of two people getting off. This was less intense but by no means less urgent. It wasn't a slow kiss, it was a pressing kiss with lips dragging and teeth clashing with tongues invading and breath suddenly gone.

I felt dizzy with relief at having his hands on me again because of those crazy thoughts earlier.

"I leave you alone for two minutes." Sasha's voice cut into the moment and Zack eased back and then stepped away.

"Damn! I shouldn't have said anything, watching you two get lost in each other is freakin' hot."

My cheeks heated up, not that I was bothered with Sasha watching us.

Zack went toward Sasha and lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her.

I knew exactly what she meant though... watching them kiss, yeah it's hot and I adjusted my jeans.

"Okay, let's talk," said Sasha heading to the table and before she could sit I grabbed her hand and dropped into the seat, pulled her onto my lap and buried my face in her hair.

Hmm, strawberries... and Zack.

I inhaled more of her and him and squeezed her until she giggled and squirmed. "Ellis, you're going to crush me."

I relaxed my grip a little and pressed my mouth to her ear. "I missed you, just let me have this for a minute."

From the corner of my eye, I watched Zack take a seat.

Sasha wiggled on my lap which only encouraged my eager dick. "Who goes first?" she asked.

I might as well get it started. "I just want to know how this plays out. Are we all in?"

Sasha unhooked my hands and slipped free from my lap to sit on the chair between me and Zack. "I think I've made it clear to you both the feelings I have and that I want more. This can't be just about kink, or sex." There was that troubled look in her eyes again. "But we all have to feel the same and want the same things, or it won't work."

I nodded. "Yeah, I agree." Zack wasn't saying anything, so I asked him. "What about you, do you agree—do you want that?"

Zack sat ramrod straight and after a slow nod he started talking. "In a strange way, some way, I feel like my penance is being paid, my sins are being washed clean."

Sasha and him shared a look, a pause, before she reached out and cupped his cheek. The tense set of his shoulders relaxed as he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips kissing her palm softly.

It was a sweet gesture, intimate, and one I'd seen my dad do with my mom and I was sure I was missing something because I didn't have a clue what he meant, but it did kinda feel profound in some way.

Zack, keeping hold of her hand flicked his head up looking straight at at me. "I know the two of you already have moved forward but I'm hoping you both want to open up your new relationship to me—imperfect, fucking atrocious me." He half smiled. "And I know I shouldn't. For both your sakes, I should step away. Leave you two to get on with it. But I can't. I just want you—both of you—too fucking much."

Wow.

My jaw slackened, and I was pretty sure I heard it hit the table with a thunk.

Meanwhile, Sasha's smile was so wide I half expected the room to burst into sunshine right then and there.

She stretched out her other hand to me and I wrapped it in mine as Zack wasn't done yet.

"I've been for what a better word a spineless cunt but I want to hope that this will work—the three of us, somehow. Because having you both upended my life has shown me that I'm never getting past this...this itch, this need for you both."

Zack's tone held none of its normal authority. This version of him was still intense but it was emotion-filled, honest, and dare I think it, humble.

For the first time, I felt like I was seeing the real him and he still wasn't done talking.

"And call it fate or bad luck or genetic compatibility or psychological trauma—whatever it is, I want more, to commit to you both. You've both changed me."

I heard Sasha suck in a breath before she turned to me. "And how do you feel, Ellis about the thee of us?"

She already knew how I felt about her, and yeah, I had feelings for Zack. Don't ask me what but he had gotten under my skin and inside my head.  But not sure how to verbalise that yet, I said, "Yeah, what he said."

Sasha rolled her eyes. "Ellis. You have to be honest too. There can't be jealousy or any of us worrying that either of us is choosing one over the other. Equal. It has to be equal. Fair."

She was right of course. "Fine." I had already admitted it yesterday in the shower that I wanted to see where it could go—so why was it so hard to say it now? I didn't look at Zack when I swallowed before saying, "I want it to work—the three of us."

I was relieved when she didn't push me to say more and out of the corner of my eye I saw Zack nod, and weirdly the last bit of anxiety and pearl-clutching moments went away.

"So, we're doing this?" Sasha's head bounced between us sounding kiddy as fuck now.

"Yeah. I think we are, Duchess."

"I'm all in," finished Zack

We all sat there for what felt like the longest time each sharing glances. It was surreal thats for fucking sure. But enough of all this emotional stuff. Time to lighten it up in here. "So, tell me, what did you two get up to last night without me?"

I hoped I didn't sound jealous, I wasn't—not really.

"He tortured me," answered Sasha dryly.

My eyebrows went up. "What? In a good way?"

"We're taking it slow, and until I can trust him again, he showed me a version of Vanilla I'm not gonna forget." The smile that teased her lips told me she enjoyed whatever his version was.

"Care to elaborate?" I asked.

"His Vanilla is all about giving a girl orgasms one after the other until her vagina explodes."

Zack chuckled, scrubbing a hand across his chin. "That sounds like you're complaining, little girl."

Those two little words changed the atmosphere in the room.

"And that would be such a shame if you are complaining." He pulled her up out of her chair and pushed his back as he brought her to stand in front of him. "Because fair warning, it will be happening again."

He rose to his feet and I watched him lift her dress and slip his hand between her thighs.

Sasha gasped.

Zack leaned closer. "It's interesting through—"

Another gasp from Sasha. "My god."

He carried on "—That you don't stop me or keep your legs closed for me. In fact, you're positively soaked."

He slipped the strap of her dress from her shoulder to free her breast and his hand moved to pluck her nipple.

Sasha's head dropped back a little as her small hands moved to grip his biceps.

"Tell me what you want, little girl," his eyes found mine as he bit into her shoulder.

"You, both. I want one of you behind me." Her head flicked over her shoulder. "And one in front." She sighed. "Hands, lots of hands on me!"

Count me fucking in and I pushed out my chair as Zack took a step back taking Sasha with him leaving me space to slide behind her pressing right up against her and fetching my hands around front to cup her tits with her nipples already hard as bullets. "Something like this, Duchess?" She would feel my cock thickening against her lower back.

Yep, she did and her ass shimmed against it and I groaned.

"Not enough. Too many clothes," she said a little breathlessly.

"Now's the time to shower." Zack licked across her lips. "You remember what I told you earlier?" he asked her.

Sasha nodded. "Hmhmm. I do."

"And you still want that?"

"Me getting all the attention," she hummed. "What do you think?"

He dropped another kiss on her and then slapped her ass. "Be quick. You'll find what you need in the bottom cupboard."

I moved to stand next to him, shoulder to shoulder. I was half expecting it to be awkward, but it wasn't. "That was quite some speech before."

"It was, and I was serious, however, I know it will take time for you to come to understand that. For you both to trust me."

We stood there alone, just the two of us when he asked. "How are you adjusting to your attraction to men and women?"

It seemed a bit of a moot point now but I had been waiting for him to bring this up and honestly, I felt okay. In the not-too-distant past, I had something against the idea of being in any way queer, but I had feelings and fantasies about Zack, so it was just another fact I had to deal with. "I'm not about to wave a rainbow flag but I'm good with this—with us."

He turned to his side to face me and I did the same asking him. "So what happens now?"

He ran over my hard dick and it swelled even more, impossibly in his grip. "You heard the lady," he said smoothly. And a dip of my eyes told me he was hard too. This man could win awards for his ability to sound calm and controlled when he's just as aroused as me.

"C'mon," he said with a flick of his head and I followed him into his bedroom.

My eyes cut to the bed first, to see the sheets mangled. "So." I walked around his room. "This is the torture chamber, huh?"

Zack wasted no time and started stripping. "Not quite." And I stood there watching him until I was again staring at his cock, thick and long and straight. "You're still dressed, are you not joining us?"

"What?" I cocked my head and smirked. "You're not undressing me today?"

The smile that hijacked his mouth was new to me and it still freaked me out a little to see a genuine smile. "Are you asking me too?"

"Nah," adding, "I think I can manage." Stripping off my tee-shirt I started working my jeans loose but I was now curious to know. "So who gets her ass?"

"She will take both our cocks at the same time."

I pushed down my jeans and my underwear to allow my dick to spring free. It was practically granite at that point.

"What—in her ass at the same time, both of us?" My own ass clenched. I'd seen that in porn as well as fisting, to be honest, neither appealed to me, but if we're talking about both being in her pussy, yeah, I'd seen that too and that was hot and in the top ten of my to-do list. "Ain't that a bit extreme?"

"No." Shaking his head. "Not both in her ass. We'll be filling her cunt and ass and before you ask, yes she is ready for that. It's the second time I've inserted a plug to stretch her out and she wanted more."

"That's hardly Vanilla?"

"I'm aware of that, however, pain is part of the pleasure for Sasha and I won't ever deny her that... deny her anything."

Looked like Sasha had us both by the balls... and yeah, I loved spanking her but I'd seen it with my own two eyes how she got off on more pain but it was gonna take me a little longer to fully understand it.

"So, do we toss for it, or you thinkin' rock paper scissors?"

He chuckled. "No. You decide. You're going to take the lead until she trusts me again."

"What?" My forehead wrinkled. "So you're what? A sub now?"

A weird nose came out of his throat followed by, "No."

I guess he wasn't going to elaborate but it was a surprise. And honestly, as much as she enjoyed pain, I didn't want to fuck it up. "I'm gonna stick with pussy, this time."

Sasha pussy's was the equivalent of crack to me anyway. Fuck, eat, finger, she always left me wanting more.

The bathroom door opened and out came Sasha wrapped in a large fluffy towel with her wet hair thrown up into a messy bun. She dragged her bottom lip through her teeth as she took in the naked sight of us. "I thought one of you might be sucking dick by now." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Later," said Zack "Did you find the kit?" 

She grumbled. "Yeah, but I can't say it was fun."

Huh? "What was not fun?" I asked.

Zack turned to me. "I asked Sasha to douche beforehand."

I snorted rudely. "You didn't make me use one."

"If it's planned, then I will insist, but both times with you it wasn't."

Oh. That made sense.

Sasha came within reach of Zack and he grabbed her tugging her closer. "This off. You're the one who's overdressed now."

The towel landed on the floor and I moved in behind her nestling my dick between those firm ass cheeks.

Zack was close, so close I could easily kiss him again.

"Oh, I like this," Sasha giggled. "I feel like the prize in a sexy carnival game."

"This is nothing, sweetheart. I'm going to take you here," Zack muttered into her ear whilst his hand slipped between me and her to squeeze her ass. Sasha made an agreeable sound. "I'm going to fuck this sweet ass while Ellis fucks your cunt, and you're going to let us." Sasha shivered. "Imagine how full you'll feel taking both our cocks, little girl."

He dragged his lips across her jaw and to her mouth and they kissed. "Oh God, yes," she moaned into his mouth and I licked up the side of her exposed neck as her hand reached to grip my hip as if she wanted me closer.

They were still kissing, messily and hungrily as one of his hands worked her clit whilst the other squeezed her tit.

My hand found her way to her other tit and massaged with all the urgency of a man who knew what he was missing out on.

And I had no doubt what was about to happen would be fucking amazing. I wanted her overwhelmed to the point of wipeout, wedged between me and Zack.

Bring it on.