Chapter 17
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
“DO YOU TRUST ME?”
Juniper
Sterling’s bedroom is the perfect place for this to happen. Sterling and Dash’s house is where our first and only rendezvous has happened, and that felt right then, too. The way that there isn’t a single place I can dream up that doesn’t feel like the right place when I’m with Sterl and Dash is crazy. We could be in a corn field on a hot day and it would still feel right.
Because it’s not the location or setting. It’s not about what clothes I’m wearing or how good my makeup looks. It’s being with the right person, or in this case, people. That’s all it takes to feel complete—the right people.
But Sterling’s room has the only California king-size bed between the three of us. It’s cool and dark, and everything is clean and tidy. The only things in the room besides furniture are a framed picture on his nightstand of the three of us, two nickels, a tube of ChapStick, and a bottle of cologne.
Sterling carried me to his room when we went back to their place, and I crawled out of bed long enough to pull on one of his t-shirts. Nothing has ever felt so good against my skin as his worn t-shirt.
Reaching for the hem of said t-shirt, I lift it off, letting it fall to the floor, on top of my bare feet. I’m completely naked as Sterling and Dash filter in, their eyes wide, the scent of coffee lingering. “Juniper, you don’t have to,” Sterling starts, bashfully forcing his eyes to mine. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We know you feel bad.”
Closing the few steps of distance between us, I step into his chest, pressing a finger into his pec. “I feel bad about involving you both, you’re right about that. And that’s something I hope to rectify, if possible, over time. But that’s not why I’m naked in your room.” I look between the two of them. “I think killing that man on the side of the ravine was a blessing.”
In unison, their brows furrow.
“Because it brought me here,” I clarify.
“You’ve been here lots of times, Juniper,” Dash says slowly, as if I’m confused and need him to take his time.
I shake my head. “Not in the way I want to be.”
“What do you mean?” Sterling asks right away.
“No one likes jam as much as you two.” I press the tip of my pointer finger into the crevasse between Sterling’s pecs and drag a line down his torso. “And I don’t like anyone else the way I like you two.”
Cupping my breasts gently, I rock to my toes and dust a soft kiss along Sterling’s lips. “When you drove your truck up the street and came to the house to collect the garbage,” I tell him, letting my nipples graze his chest as I fall back to my heels. “I felt something I’ve only felt one other time.”
I look over at Dash, and hold his eyes with mine. We both know whether we’ve acknowledged it or not, we have chemistry, too.
“Juniper,” Sterling hedges, as I reach for the band of his sweats with both hands. Stopping, I stare down at the thick ridge in his pants, and look over at Dash, finding his eyes drunkenly hovering on Sterling’s crotch. Dash is sporting the same hard-on.
Quickly, I tug down Sterling’s pants and do the same to Dash, stepping between the two of them, taking them each in a hand. Thankfully my hand hardly hurts, whether adrenaline or not. Sterling is hot and thick, and hard as hell. He’s uncut, and watching his crown surge forward, his foreskin pulled back, my mouth waters. I pump him and though he doesn’t groan aloud, his eyes roll closed for a brief moment, and desire rumbles in his chest. Dash is big, hot and hard just like Sterling. I stroke him, too, and then stroke them both at the same time. This time, they groan, and the noise throws a tightness low in my belly and a ball of fiery need between my legs.
“You two got me off the other night. I just want to return the favor, that’s all,” I whisper back to Sterling as I smooth my palm over his cockhead, smearing his precum down his shaft. He doesn’t argue and I do the same to Dash, who also does not argue.
Using their cocks as leverage, I get to my knees between them, still stroking and pumping. I’ve never done this before and I’m excited.
“He won’t bite, if you want to step closer,” I whisper up to Sterling. I could’ve said that same thing to Dash and he would’ve been hip to hip with Sterling in a heartbeat. But I want to make sure that what I’m about to do is something that Sterling wants, too.
He glances over at his roommate and best friend, then sidesteps, leaving just an inch between their hips. “Thank you,” I whisper, smiling.
“Would it be okay if I went between the two of you, you know, with my mouth?” I ask, slowly lapping at the bead of precum that shines at the tip of Sterling’s cock.
Sterling moans as he nods. Dash, too.
“Okay.” I smile, happy to see zero hesitancy in their response. Pumping Dash, I hold Sterling tight and lower my lips to his crown, taking him into my mouth and throat slowly, one savory inch at a time, breathing through my nose.
“Sweetheart,” he groans, and something about that term of endearment was already hot, but groaning it while his hefty cock is lodged down my throat really turns the heat up in my ovaries.
Saltiness rouses my palate as I work him in and out of my throat, sucking and tasting every inch possible. His grunts and words of praise incinerate my center as I bob on him, still diligently stroking a very erect Dash.
“You’re too good at that, Juni,” he rasps. Opening my eyes I find him watching me, and when I peer up at Dash, I find him watching us.
Sliding Sterling out, I turn my head to switch, sucking Dash into my mouth with a wet slurp. I strain to look up at him, but manage, even with watery eyes. Reaching down, he plunges a hand into my hair along the side of my head, fingers tangling as he keeps his eyes trained on my mouth taking his cock.
“You look beautiful like this,” he says, his smoky tone wrapping my spine, leaving me hot and wobbly. “You look beautiful between us,” he says, paying focus to those last two words.
Has Dash thought about the three of us together? I’d place a million-dollar bet that he’s thought about Sterling before, that much is evident by the way Dash looks at him when he doesn’t realize I’m watching. And I’m fairly certain he’s had a thing for me for a while—so fantasizing about the three of us together isn’t that far off. My mind yo-yos back to the question of why , if they like me, have they not asked me out , but I reroute those thoughts to live in the moment.
I suck Dash again, then return to Sterling, getting lost in the attention they pay me. The words they shower over me.
At one point, as I move between them, Sterling stops me, cradling my jaw in his hand. His voice is low when he utters, “I won’t last much longer.”
Those five words have Dash grabbing himself, cursing, taking a step away from the intimate circle we’d built. Still on my knees, Sterling’s cock in one hand, I reach for him. “Come back,” I offer.
“I was close before he said he was close, now I’m in scary territory,” Dash admits, his cheeks full of color, his neck, too.
I look between them. “Do you trust me?”
Their “Yes” comes in unison.
Positioning myself just right, I let go of their cocks to reach around them, bringing them as close to me as possible. Then I tip my head back just slightly, finding two sets of hazy eyes gazing down at me with lust storming their pupils.
I stroke them in unison, and slowly bring my mouth to their heads.
Part of me expects a protest and another part of me wonders if they’ve been waiting for someone to bring them together like this. They’re both so big that they don’t comfortably fit in my mouth, but I do my best to suckle and suck at their cockheads together, drenching myself at the groan that erupts from Sterling at the first pass of Dash’s slick cock against his.
Dash is leaking precum like crazy, and from my periphery below, I see his toes curl into the floor beneath him. His hand comes out, cupping the side of my face. Our eyes lock and he wordlessly warns me he’s there, right at his unraveling point.
I nod, glancing up and over at Sterling, whose flushed cheeks and heaving chest ignite a fire between my legs. I don’t believe me on my knees naked sucking his cock is the only reason he’s so worked up. Same goes for Dash.
“Watch,” I whisper up to him, making his eyes fall to my pink tongue jutted out on display. With Sterling’s cock resting on my bottom lip, I hold him there as I stroke Dash’s shaft one more time.
Slowly, I press their heads together, ignoring the hungry pleas and moans that erupt from both of them as I do. Taking my time, I pump Sterling, using his foreskin to cover Dash’s cockhead. With my hand gripping them tight, I proceed to jerk them slowly, back and forth, their slits kissing in the privacy of Sterling’s skin.
“Holy shit,” Dash moans, “that feels so good.”
Sterling watches, cheeks ruddy. Beneath my palm, he grows so hard that I don’t need him to moan or say anything—I know he likes this. I know it feels good.
After jacking them in Sterling’s foreskin for a few minutes, I know they’re close, and I’m jealous. I pull them apart with my mouth hovering below, catching the slow drip of blended arousal, swallowing it all up.
I keep pumping them until Dash sucks in a sharp breath. I hold them in my mouth, waiting for my reward. With his head weeping onto my tongue, the last stroke sends him over. His hand on my jaw tightens, and his eyes fight to stay open as he warns me with one singular word. My name, rough and raw. “Juni.”
The first shot of release is powerful, ribboning onto my tongue and down my throat. I stroke Sterling as my gaze bounces between them, both of them watching my mouth like it’s their job. “Juni,” Dash tries again as the second rope of release paints my teeth and tongue. Using both of my hands, I stroke them in unison, angling Dash’s head toward Sterling’s.
The last ribbon of cum paints Sterling’s shiny, pink cockhead, and the moment it does, he erupts.
He comes in fast, thick waves, warm release splattering against my tongue, splashing the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he rasps, reaching out to stroke his thumb along my bottom lip, watching as he empties himself into my mouth, along with Dash’s release. When he’s done, I close my mouth, look between the two of them, and swallow.
Then I lick the traces of them from my lips, then follow up with my fingers.
Carefully I get to my feet and press my lips to Dash’s as I tug up his pants, kissing him deeply. Turning to Sterling, I do the same, sweeping my salty tongue through his warm mouth, feeding him traces of the three of us. I hear his swallow when our kiss breaks, and I pull his pants up too. They take turns cleaning themselves up in the bathroom, and so do I.
“Now I’m ready for sleep,” I tell them when they return, before waffling my hands into theirs, adding, “Thank you for everything.”
Sterling looks at Dash. “Maybe a couple hours before we hit those other sites?”
Dash nods. “I’ll set my alarm.”
He leaves the room, returning with all three of our phones, which he takes time to set alarms on each. While he does, Sterling helps redress me in one of his shirts and a pair of his pajama pants. They smell like him and I’m swimming in them, and nothing has ever felt so perfect.
Once Dash has plugged in all of our phones and Sterling has pulled the blinds closed to keep early morning out of our eyes, I crawl into the center of Sterl’s bed, and pat on either side of me. Dash looks at Sterling, who dips his head in approval. They climb onto the bed and with them around me, my body immediately downshifts, putting the adrenaline and excitement on the shelf in favor of some much-needed sleep.
Sterling talks softly to Dash as I squeeze our still linked hands, lying on my back between the two of them like the most important woman in the world. As they chatter and sleep edges its way in, I can’t help but think… I don’t want to hurt people anymore but… it feels like everything that has happened so far has been fate.
If I didn’t come here after the ravine, would I be in bed with the two men I love and adore?
Probably not. And I’m thanking the ravine guy as I sink into a much-needed slumber.