THREE DOORS (The THREE DOORS Series Book 1)

“I hope this porn is super fuckin’ cheesy,” Shay laughed in the bathroom mirror later as we primped for the much-anticipated evening.

I ready to unwind after spending the afternoon alone and cramming my brain to capacity. “I’m sure ‘Don’t Tell The Doctor’ has a thrilling plotline,’ I giggled.

She shrugged. “Not that it matters with the boys around. Porn is just icing on the dick.”

“I know it’ll be fun,” I sighed, “but I have concerns.” All three men had toyed with the game’s unwritten rules, each showering me with dirty intentions and advancing our individual relationships. Deck’s way with words still lingered against my lustful lips, and Judge’s deviant touch still tempted my soft skin. And, after my earlier antics with Evan, I feared that my need to fuck would triumph over any remaining logic.

“Think we’ll go too far?” Mia asked, widening her eyes to protect her wet lashes.

I’d passed on the heavy makeup for the date and instead spent extra time curling my hair. I sighed as the wand heated a strand by my cheek and decided to explain my rambling thoughts, steering clear of the bigger underlying apprehension about my side action. Theories whipped up by my overactive mind might sour this special scenario, and I didn’t want to spoil the fun for my girls.

“Well, I felt freaky around Deck after the robber night at their place. We walked to the clinic together, and I couldn’t think of anything but his fingers inside me.”

Mia smeared a shimmery cream blush on her cheekbones. “Did he act weird with you?”

“No, but he didn’t know which session I delivered,” I explained. “He had no reason to feel weird facing me. I, on the other hand…”

‘True.’ Mia nodded in the mirror. ‘I get ya.’

Shay cut right to the chase. “So, you think if we mess around in the open tonight, this entire game is pointless and we should just fuck?”

“Basically. Maybe. Hell, I don’t know.”

Mia rested her hip against the white sink. “All this foreplay is hella annoying. I’m ready to do it.”

“We have to wait for the rest of the test results,” Shay reminded her. “Hang in there for just a few more days.”

“Oh, I understand.” Mia waved her off with a laugh. “I’m just horny.”

“I still like the idea of fucking all of them sooner rather than later,” I said, slipping my fingers through a hot curl. “But that next day concern is real. I felt it firsthand.”

“We kiss them in the open,” Shay said as she applied a subtle silver shadow. “No issues yet, I guess.”

“Right, but sex is different.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Hell, I joke about getting it, but even I think things would go downhill fast,” Mia admitted. “Three Doors is the way to go.”

“So, where do we draw the line?” I whined.

“I say we take whatever we can get, as long as the bigger plan is protected.” We reluctantly agreed with Shay and posed with her before the bright mirror. “Well, how do we look?”

We looked fuckin’ good. Shay enjoyed an extensive, elegant lingerie collection and, staying on point with the matching theme, she’d suggested that we show off identical babydoll negligees in different shades. We’d chosen our favorite fabric colors, with Mia’s pale green complimenting her golden glow and Shay’s soft yellow gracing her black locks. The sky-blue satin I’d selected flowed over my slim curves and amplified the speckles in my light eyes. I rarely wore anything fancy, especially sleepwear, but I had to admit, I felt like a million bucks.

“I fucking love these.” Shay shimmied beside me. “I had to have one in every color.”

I pointed to our reflection with a laugh. “Are the tits gonna be an issue?” The cold, silky colors had left our nipples standing at attention, presented as six little soldiers in a formation line.

“Nah.” Mia grinned and adjusted her straps, then she hugged us both by the hips. “We look perfect.”

~ • ~

The guys had decided to host, which both blew our fuckin’ minds and piqued our intrigue, so we slipped into our robes and headed for the stairwell. Luckily, the residential hallways were dead on Saturday nights, and we could sneak downstairs undetected. I’m sure the security cameras found our relaxed attire somewhat bizarre, but we owned it, waving shamelessly to the black ceiling lens as we turned the corner.

After the first knock, Evan welcomed us with open arms while Judge and Deck waited just inside the threshold. My heart stuttered as their plan partially unfolded. Our thoughtful trio of irresistible men wore matching pajama sets, similar to the setup Judge had displayed before. But the biggest shockers were the fresh, tight haircuts and closely trimmed facial hair. Fuck, they’d been busy.

“Wow!” Mia squealed and clapped. “Look at you!”

“We wanted to surprise you.” Deck grinned with a bashful glow. I absorbed every inch of his muscular body, the thin, dark turquoise cotton draped perfectly over his tall frame and revealing hints of the glorious ridges inside. I’d embraced his thick, messy hair before, but there was something about this cleaner cut version that hit right, too. Those smokey, seductive eyes pierced deeper without shaggy strands providing cover.

Evan admittedly wasn’t a fan of the matching threads, but I found his dedication to this grand scheme absolutely adorable. He shot me a charming grin. “Big change, isn’t it?”

“Kinda,” I flirted with a slow lip lick, “but I like it.” Although his stacks of muscle matched Deck’s, the navy-colored sleep set drew the darker hues of blue from Evan’s sparkling eyes. With that moppy blond mess trimmed away, I could fully appreciate the layer of golden stubble that had teased my neck during earlier perversions. He stroked his jawline with a sly smirk as he scoped my bare legs, and I imagined the potential of tempting tickles between my squirming thighs.

“I think we got it pretty close,” Judge laughed, arrogantly adjusting the lapel of his slate gray set and nodding to his two almost twins. “Just had to polish these guys up a bit.”

Already the most stylish of the three, Judge didn’t have far to leap in achieving the perfect polished look, but tonight, his warm brown eyes glowed with an extra helping of shine. Pride? Excitement? Arousal?

“I can’t believe the way you match.” Shay beamed. “I fuckin’ love it!”

Evan gave us a runway spin on his heels. “Hey, you suggested that I make more of an effort.”

Mia licked her glossy lips. “Well, it worked. You look hot.”

“When did you get these outfits?” I asked, fingering the cuff of Deck’s buttoned top. “And the haircuts?”

“After we dropped you off earlier,” Decker explained as he smiled down at me. “Judge convinced us that we needed more swag to impress you.”

Aww.

Shay, Mia, and I causally removed our cushy robes as we offered more praise, then hooked them beside the front door. Judge hit us with a low whistle.

“Speaking of matching, damn, girls.”

Decker eyed Mia’s round ass as it peeked from her green slip. “Like three sexy presents, all wrapped up just for us.”

“I hope you brought the extra shot glasses,” Evan chuckled. “I’m sprung already.”

Mia passed him a small gift bag from our apartment. “As requested.”

Our sweet hosts had seriously prepared for dirty movie night. They’d pushed the big cooler back by the bookshelf, leaving the floor open in front of the television. I noticed three neatly folded blankets in various shades of gray resting in the sectional bend and on both ends. Anticipation bubbled in my chest.

“Someone cleaned up,” Shay laughed as she scanned the welcomed changes. “And it looks like you guys are expecting more couch action.”

Judge pocketed his hands in the thin bottoms and rocked on his heels. “Hoping for more couch action, you could say.”

“Do we have assigned seats?” I flirted, twisting a curl around my finger.

Deck shot me a smirk and pointed to his groin. “Your seat is right here, Callie.”

Fuck. Me.

“Are these blankets for us?” Mia raised her eyebrows and swept fingers over the soft fleece. Judge nodded with a guilty grin beside me. “Well, that’s very thoughtful,’ she said.

He made no effort to hide their filthy intentions. “We plan to keep you warmed up, but just in case we want privacy…”

~ • ~

Our crew crashed on the sectional over cold beers and random chatter about class. I curled between Evan and Shay on one side and relaxed as much as my desperate downtown would allow. The guys drifted into basketball banter and I almost fuckin’ yawned with boredom. We’d been playing this small talk game for months since we met, and there was no need for it now. It’s dick time.

“Ready to roll?” Judge asked after the last sip of his drink.

‘Fuck yes!’ Mia sat up straighter beside him. ‘I haven’t played in forever.’

Evan set the ground rules. “Can we agree that the guys aren’t kissing, Shay?”

“Why are you asking me?” Shay laughed and palmed the space between her tits. “I’m not in charge.”

“Because you said you liked it.”

“Oh, I love it! But if something makes you uncomfortable, absolutely not.”

“I’m not kissing a dude and especially not these fucks,” Judge snickered and hooked a thumb at his boys.

Decker brushed off his shoulder and faked disappointment. “No? Not even in my fancy threads?”

Mia patted his knee. “Don’t worry, Deck. We can’t wait to kiss you.”

True.

“Are you girls getting down together?” Evan asked with a sliver of hope. “I mean, whatever you want, of course…”

Well, that was a loaded fuckin’ question, at least for me. I’d never kissed a chick before and hadn’t even considered it when the bottle game was first suggested. The prospect of tasting feminine lips had never appealed to me, but after watching the way my girls worked up these specific guys, I had to admit that the proposal seemed enticing. I’m not sure if attraction developed in different layers since I’d always desired dick, but this sixsome sparked something primal inside me. Flutters of arousal, curiosity, and angst combined in my belly as eyes shifted around the room, the crew waiting for someone to speak up.

Hell, it was only a kiss, right? 

But what if I said that I wanted to try it, but my girlfriends hesitated or resisted?

Daredevil Mia sliced through the light tension. “I’m down if my girls are.”

Shay smiled sheepishly beside me. “I’m in.”

Wow.

“Why not?” My pulse pounded in my ears and relief warmed my chest. “Let’s do it.”

We wrapped our smooth, bare legs in the borrowed blankets and gathered in a circle on the floor. Judge crashed next to Shay and slumped back against the sectional across from me, allowing the perfect line of sight between his wide, bent knees.

“See something you like, Callie?” He smirked when he caught me peeking for peen.

“Maybe.”

“Well, maybe you can get a closer look later.”

Well, fuck.

Judge apparently came to play, but I did, too.

“What if I’d like to do more than look?” I countered with my sexiest smile.

“Get in fuckin’ line, girl,” Mia laughed with a feeble attempt to smack me.

“Pretty sure the line starts behind me,” I sassed back.

Deck raised his brows at our pretend catfight. “Damn. Claws are fuckin’ out tonight.”

Evan placed an empty amber bottle in the center of the circle and dropped by my other side. ‘You saved me a seat?’ he teased.

I patted the sliver of rug between us. ‘Yeah, but you’re too far away.’

Shay interrupted my flirtatious appetizers and offered to go first. She leaned forward and gave the bottle a smooth spin, allowing the guys one hell of a view of the round assets beneath her slinky slip. The glass rim eventually slowed between Deck’s knees, and their lips met in a slow, sensual greeting.

“Aww, that was so cute,” Mia swooned as Shay fanned her flushed cheeks.

Decker proudly beamed at the reaction to his opening round, then gave the bottle a quick whirl. It initially landed on Evan, but his second attempt pointed right at my cooch.

If fuckin’ only.

“My turn,” I flirted beside him with a shy smile, a slight ache already acting up between my legs.

Decker lowered into my space with no words and slipped his hand softly against the back of my neck, coaxing my waiting lips closer to his. He paused over me with a dark, heated gaze, then twisted his tongue in merciless, meticulous waves over mine. I clenched the collar of his fancy teal top and begged for more as intense throbs of need pounded in my pussy. He sadly freed his hot mouth as the crew bitched and groaned at our lengthy indulgence, then he looked directly into my lustful eyes.

“Sorry, everyone. Callie just tastes so fuckin’ good.”

I inhaled a breath of composure. Fuck, that man could kiss, and I mean kiss. I’d mentioned Judge’s high bar on our clinic walk, but Deck may have just vaulted the fuck over it. Obviously, we’d all enjoyed embraces with each other before, but this simple game and the porn plans after seemed to spark a stronger brand of confidence within the crew.

Speaking of Judge, my turn sent a spin landing directly on him. I raised to my knees and crept on all fours to reach him, giving Decker and Evan a racy preview of my ass peeking from under the blue hem. Judge met me halfway with that skilled tongue and licked away the previous kiss. His swirling sweeps summoned fantasies of his hot breath warming my wet center and his lips sucking hard on my slick clit. Different fingertips suddenly traced up the back of my right thigh to my cheeks, and I moaned uncontrollably into Judge’s mouth.

Evan.

Fuck.

“A little bonus there?” Shay laughed as I departed from my oral fantasyland.

Evan shot me a sexy smirk as I returned to my seat. “I guess I couldn’t help myself.”

“Somebody kiss me, damn it!” Mia sniffed and kicked free from her cover.

“Done. Screw that fuckin’ bottle.” Despite leaving my lips only seconds before, Judge crashed against her surprised mouth and ravaged her, taking her to a much deeper place than during our turn. Their palpable passion mesmerized me as they lapped at each other and stroked that leftover, undeniable tension from the pube lineup.

“Now, that’s more like it,” Shay mouthed to me.

No fuckin’ kidding.

Mia’s round settled on Shay, and I think the entire group gasped with a collective breath of anticipation. Both eagerly angled to the middle with quiet, girly giggles, their two sets of brown eyes alive with curiosity as they brushed breaths. Unspoken desire blossomed between their long, silky strands as they tasted each other for the first time. I watched in awe with the boys, enthralled by delicate tongues sliding in and out of their perfectly pouty lips. I found myself nibbling my own with eager hunger until they finally broke free.

“Fuck me,” Deck muttered under his breath and shifted beside me.

“I know, man.” Judge stared at my beautiful friends as Evan audibly exhaled on my other side.

Shay wiped Mia’s leftovers from her bottom lip with a dainty finger and gazed across the circle. “I’m not spinning. Let’s go.”

Evan didn’t hesitate when she remained in position on her knees. He crawled completely over the forgotten bottle and grabbed her sultry hips with both hands. Their open mouths collided into a wild mess of muffled moans and twisting tongues as wandering fingers explored both the fancy sleepwear.

Mia cheered. “Yes! That’s how you take what you want!”

Evan eventually crawled back with a cocky grin.

“Having fun?” I laughed.

“Fuck, this is unreal.”

~ • ~

Deck suggested we start the Hour of Power before the next round, so we slammed five minutes’ worth of shots before playing again. I felt the hot tingles from both the satisfying buzz of the beer and the sticky arousal of the smooches. When Shay’s spin landed on me, my needy pussy ached with excitement against all my previous tendencies. I’d watched the way she sucked on Mia’s puffy lips, not to mention the stunned, mouthwatering reaction of our guys, so I was more than ready to try this feminine flavor for myself.

Decker was parked between us, so I leaned across his lap for my kiss, hoping for his raw, effortless appeal to add another enthralling layer to my first taste. Shay met me from the other side and we hovered over his stiff shaft.

‘Girls,’ he growled under his breath.

Mia giggled. ‘Lucky guy.’

Despite my recent battle with constant arousal, the shy girl inside me blushed with anxiety, letting the now experienced Shay take the lead. Her tender lips tasted warm, wet, and smooth as they wrapped into mine, frenching me with a flair that I’d never felt. The sweet perfume we’d shared seasoned my senses as her black hair tickled my heaving chest below.

Deck used his prime seating to play, too, tangling his fingers in my curls and easing me deeper into her. Our curious tongues lapped with a new thirst, and a soft whimper escaped my throat as pulses of fresh but familiar heat danced between my thighs.

Shay slowly pulled back, then we caught our breath and took our next shots with sly smiles for each other. Pink warmth spread across my cheeks and chest as Deck’s eyes shifted between us.

‘That was fucking unreal,’ he mumbled.

‘Tell me about it,’ Shay sighed with bliss, ‘and that moan, girl. Damn.‘

‘I guess I need to work on this whole ‘staying quiet’ thing,’ I giggled.

“I wish you didn’t have to.” Deck met my blue eyes and spilled his secret for only me as the others chatted away around us. “I kinda liked it.”

God.

After a few more shots and laughs, I gave the bottle another twirl and found Mia’s eyes wide with excitement at the other end of the spin. I realized only seconds after our mouths brushed that Mia was a dirty fuckin’ kisser. She nipped at my tingly lips and clawed at my blue gown as we hovered over Evan’s groin together. The shy girl inside stepped aside, allowing the tipsy tease to take over my body. I bunched her loose chestnut locks between my fingers and taunted her with massaging swirls of my tongue. Evan slipped his hand under my hem and grabbed extra skin again, drawing a loud gasp from my lungs as he tickled my panties low between my legs.

Evan’s next turn with the bottle finally landed in my direction. Fuck, I’d been waiting for that delicious mouth all night. We grinned at each other before slowly tilting in with restraint, but our mutual yearning unleashed as soon as our mouths barely touched. His rough, wet tongue forced my lips apart with drip-worthy dominance, and waves of throbbing heat crashed between my legs. My heart rate skyrocketed as the audience watched our lust unfold.

Decker adjusted his steel with no shame after we finally finished. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m ready for the movie.”

Judge raised his eyebrows and urged Deck to zip it. “I think we’re watching a better live-action flick right now, man.”

Shay fumbled with the forgotten gray fleece. “I’m ready to cuddle up, though.”

“I wanna get comfortable, too,” I agreed, hoping that one of these naughty men would take care of my selfish needs once we dimmed the lights.

I knew I couldn’t pick a dick, so I made the first move. I scooped up my assigned blanket and secured the middle bend where I’d mocked a blow job before, leaving the fate of my pussy up for grabs. Shay preferred her space on the floor, so she simply scooted against the side of the sectional and covered her bare legs. Mia hopped up beside me and sprawled out on the opposite end, then we beamed up at the boys with batted lashes.

Decker admired our welcoming snuggle moves and stroked his freshly trimmed chin. “Excuse us for a minute to confer, girls.”

“Confer?” Shay laughed. “About what?”

Judge man-giggled. “We’re just gonna step in the hall and talk about you.”

“Oh. Okay, then.”

Were the guys about to sneak off to the shadows, huddling in those sleek, matching sets while they argued over which cooch to claim? I stifled a tipsy giggle. Fuck, what are we doing?

“So, how is this going down?” Mia whisper-yelled as soon as they stepped out.

“Hell, I know as much as you do,” I mouthed.

“I mean, are you getting nasty or not?”

I shrugged. “Not too nasty, I guess.”

“Just let things take their natural course,” Shay advised from the floor.

“I’m fuckin’ someone, then.”

“Mia!” I laughed under my breath. “No, you’re fuckin’ not!”

“Watch me,” she threatened with a goofy grin.

“Big picture, remember? It’s just a week,” Shay said, then she shushed us when we heard shuffling.

Our delectable trio strolled back in with smug, sinful smiles as we waited impatiently for the verdict. Deck cued up the dirty doctors while Judge collected empty cans and hit the lights. Evan returned his cooler to the coffee table space and refilled our shot glasses. All three had to assume that we were dying for the delivery, so they took their sweet fuckin’ time planning before finally perfecting the vibe.

“Can we get you anything before we settle in?” Deck offered. We each kindly declined with the implication that we needed only warm bodies and hard dicks. I was bursting through my satin seams to see how this scene would be handled.

Judge approached my sectional space with a suggestive smile. “Best seat in the house, right here.’ Had he fought for me in particular?

“You’re welcome to join me,” I offered. The beer buzz hit me in all the proper places, and I wanted to rip his cute little pajamas off.

He shadowed me with those strapping muscles and placed both palms on the couch beside my shoulders, trapping me between his powerful arms.

“And just where would you like me?”

Mmm, Judge.

I spread my legs slightly and lifted my hem to reveal the white lace panties underneath. “In here,” I whispered.

Judge inhaled sharply and growled my name before tonguing me much deeper than during our game embrace. I clawed at his waistband and urged his hot body even closer, but he pulled away and crashed on the cushion beside me.

We took another group shot over the cooler, then the others paired off, as well. Decker aimed the remote, then stretched his lanky legs around Shay as she relaxed back into his pecs. Mia crawled over Evan’s lap, drawing her knees up under the blanket and resting her head sweetly on his shoulder. I curled into Judge’s open arm against his supple gray threads, then he covered our waists and cuddled me closer. Had a stranger peeked in, they would’ve assumed that three lovely couples had passed on the nightlife in town and stayed in to enjoy a romantic comedy.

Fuck that.

I’d enjoyed my fair share of cellphone porn over the years, especially during my dry spells with no specific dick to inspire me, so my eyes lit up as the opening scene flashed on the screen. Two scantily clad nurses met up in a hospital room, most likely some seedy director’s garage, and eventually started going at it after the typical awkward dialogue. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the producer had secured an authentic hospital bed, but random mock medical gear filled the rest of the setting. The actresses, both blond and busty, had squeezed into the cheapest, tiniest nurse uniforms known to man, similar to those Joe probably sold at The Basement.

The beautiful models ripped at buttons and straps until their big tits bounced free. Judge shifted in his seat as we watched them maul each other in a frenzy, their shiny hair flying and red lipstick smearing.

“Watching you kiss the other girls drove me fuckin’ wild,” he whispered against my ear, gliding his fingers up my smooth thigh under the blanket.

God.

“It turned me on, too.” Redness rushed to my cheeks as the nearly naked women panted and whimpered on the big screen. Judge refilled our shot glasses and we swallowed two more gulps, then he returned to his sensuous ways and frenched me with sultry lips. The cold beer flavored our warm tongues, and I sucked every sour drop.

The nurses, all buttoned back up, began the next scene by rifling through paperwork at a makeshift workstation. They hovered together, big breasts rubbing over the counter until the decent-looking male lead entered in a generic white coat. The girls dramatically jumped apart as he glared with suspicious eyes.

“Uh-oh,” Judge man-giggled in the dark.

I slid my hands all over his tight torso. “You’re way hotter than he is.”

“Ya think?”

“Fuck, yes.”

After three more shots, Judge tucked his fingers between my bare thighs and cradled me closer as I scanned the space for the latest developments. Evan and Mia were kissing deeply but quietly beside us. Decker’s arms draped low around Shay’s waist as she rocked back against his thick chest. The flickering screen cast a dirty, cinematic glow over the sexy couples, adding sensual highlights to each as we made our daring moves.

The flick cut to the naughty nurses, alone again, in the same patient room setting as the opener. One blond sprawled over the tidy bed while the other ravaged her hard nipples with a swirling, wet tongue. The doctor abruptly entered from the side and unexpectedly scolded them for their forbidden lust, muttering ridiculous excuses about hospital property and on-the-clock hours.

“Oh, they are in troub-le,” I tipsy-giggled.

Judge chuckled beside me and eased his hand even higher now, his brave fingers tempting the moist skin near my damp lace. He nosed my curls aside and puckered behind my ear with velvety, open lips. Shivers trickled down my spine, and I scratched at his rippled abs with approval.

The shocked nurses begged the doctor not to report their forbidden foreplay, but he scoffed in their faces and turned to leave. They whined and pleaded, offering anything to keep their sacred jobs. The actor paused theatrically and glanced over his shoulder.

“Anything?”

“Yes, we’ll do anything!”

He slowly removed his white coat as the funky background music began and spoke of some cheap, rehearsed sex ultimatum. The prettier nurse nodded gratefully and dropped to her knees to unbuckle his slacks. The other sweetly kissed his cheek, then joined her secret lover in a dual blowjob. They dragged thankful, wet tongues over his impressive length until one swallowed his swollen tip.

I squirmed in my seat with thoughts of choking on a hard cock, slightly changing the angle of my hips as Judge’s hand wandered higher against my thirsty folds. Christ, this scene-by-scene tease was stoking the simmering embers inside me. “That punishment isn’t so bad,” I whispered.

“I’d love to feel your lips around me like that.” Judge’s hushed confession shipped an agonizing throb directly to my core, and I inched my impatient pelvis into his waiting fingertips. He finally rubbed my tight slit through the thin fabric, and I gasped with hot, eager breath against his neck.

Judge stroked the slow burn between my legs as the nurses now performed on demand for the blackmailing doctor. The doc chilled in the corner of the patient room during one scene, jerking off selfishly as he watched the beauties finger fuck each other. Later, he stretched on his back while one sexy model rode his hard length, and the other grinded her wet pussy on his wide tongue. Hell, the prick was getting his money’s worth.

I checked on my girls during a lagging part of the plot. Mia had turned entirely away from the screen and was now slow humping Evan’s groin in the dim television light. His dark, unbuttoned pajama shirt spilled open to the sides as she lapped at his chiseled pecs. He groped her ass with grabby fingers and tipped his chin to the ceiling, eyes clenched shut in overwhelming pleasure.

She better still have her fuckin’ panties on.

Shay was writhing back against Deck’s chest, his visible fingers massaging her round breast and thumbing her nipple over the shimmery yellow satin. He slanted his open lips against her neck and sucked with passion along her delicate jawline. I’m pretty sure I knew where his other hand was buried.

Fuckin’ get some, Shay.

The porn performances paled when compared to the natural heat building before me in the room. Inspired by the sultry sighs from my best friends’ whimpering lips, I palmed Judge’s hardened cock as he continued to toy with my swollen clit under the covers. With a gentle hip thrust, I silently gave my polite partner permission to dive deeper. Judge met my eyes for consent, then edged his fingertips inside my panties and strummed my juicy center.

Finally.

I willed away the urge to binge fuck Judge’s hand and focused on the big screen. My deepest, wettest spots hadn’t been stroked by strange fingers in entirely too fuckin’ long, and there would be no muffling my moans of delight if he tapped that trigger.

The dickhead doctor brought a better-looking friend during the next abrupt interruption and explained his amendment to the unwritten contract, insisting that the buddy now be included. The frustrated nurses eventually submitted to the agreement and stripped away their skimpy white skirts. The new pairs fucked side by side over the edge of the hospital bed, with both blonds being railed hard from behind by giant, heavy cocks.

Judge apparently enjoyed that scene, and he sucked on my neck with hungry, snarling lips as he continued to toy with my pining pussy. I recognized the need to slow things down, but I craved this contact too much, desperately wanting to come close to crossing the bigger line. I swept nimble fingertips under Judge’s loose, low waistband and taunted his swollen, sticky tip.

Christ, he was ready to go.

My naturally nosy ass thirsted for the end of the story, so I continued to watch as we worked each other with skilled hands. The poor nurses huddled alone again, tired of pleasing the greedy bastards and contemplating walking the fuck out. They consoled each other, which led to some realistic kissing, but once more, Dr. Dick interrupted.

“How dare you pleasure each other without me?!”

The nurses were fuckin’ over it, and I internally cheered as they threatened to expose his shady ass. The doc haughtily laughed and challenged them both to turn him in, producing an ancient flip phone from his white coat pocket and daring them to summon the big boss.

A fuckin’ flip phone?

I’d been so enthralled with the on-screen argument that I didn’t complain when Judge paused to pour a fresh shot. We both slowed our seduction as he dumped two drinks down my throat and licked my soaked lips. He swallowed his share from the same glass, tossed it aside, and circled the cool, damp tip of his tongue against my ear. The big boss’s arrival stole my attention and, much to the surprise of my tipsy mind, she was a beautiful, busty blond, too.

“It’s on,” I whispered.

Judge’s gritty breath tickled my neck. “Oh, I know.”

Our blanket-covered buildup had paced with the porn plot so far, so I stroked his rigid cock with swift fingers in anticipation of the final scene on screen. He picked up the pace between my legs, coaxing me with a thick, curved finger as I grinded my wetness against his palm.

After a fiery, convincing exchange, the sultry boss dismissed the prick with little fanfare, then she turned to the two lusty lovers and promptly forgave them for their indiscretions. She gently explained that there was certainly nothing wrong with some stress relief when the workload was slow. The nurses embraced with a relieved kiss and gushed about keeping their jobs, asking gleefully how they could show appreciation. Boss Lady puckered her red lips with a sly smile and slowly unbuttoned her crisp black blouse.

“Well, there is ONE way.”

My discipline had reached its breaking point as the three striking actresses tore into each other, so I shifted completely over Judge’s pelvis and straddled him on my knees with no warning. He read the room as I rocked my desperate hips against him, stretching my lace with his big hand and forcing two thick fingers inside my tight, dripping walls. My body jerked with pleasure as he fucked me with deep, unbearable pumps. I arched my back, moaning shamelessly as he slithered his wet mouth over my chest and tongued my hard nipple through the thin satin.

“Guys, the movie is over.”

What the fuck, Evan?

“Ignore him, please,” I begged with a whisper as Judge’s fingers instinctively slowed.

“I can’t, Callie.”

“Fuck, please…”

Instead of a toe-curling climax, Judge offered only a consolation smile. He eased his hand from my wetness, leaving my building crest to crash without release. Mia and Shay bitched around me, apparently falling victim to the same evil deeds.

“Are you kidding me right now, Deck?”

“Evan! Why did you fuckin’ stop?”

I awkwardly slid from Judge’s lap and adjusted my soaked panties as shame flushed over my face. We shared painful, silent glances of frustration and confusion when all three men disappeared into the bathroom without explanation. We listened to running water and muffled discussion for a minute, then both girls hopped from their spots and plopped down next to me in the middle. When the guys appeared again and lined up in front of the rolling credits, they each still looked fucking gorgeous, and that pissed me off even more.

“Don’t be mad,” Decker pleaded as he held up a palm. “Please…”

Evan jumped in for the assist. “You girls know why we can’t fuck tonight.”

“We already considered it,” Judge added with a soft smile in my direction. “Trust me.”

The three of us sat side by side on the couch, obviously feeling dejected and rejected. None of this fucking bro speech was helping the current situation, so Mia shockingly offered to take matters into her own hands.

“Fuck it,” she sassed with a shoulder shrug, turning away from the boys to focus on us. “I’ll just finish you both off.”

Jesus, Mia. I wasn’t quite ready for that fuckin’ leap.

Deck stroked his chin with a stifled smile. “As much as I don’t wanna stop the girl party…”

“Hell, let’s not stop them.” Evan smirked over at Judge. “Change of plans?”

Judge laughed. “Come on, man.”

“Change of plans? What the hell are you talking about?” Shay demanded. Deck strolled to the corner and retrieved our three black masks from a box on the bookshelf.

“I didn’t realize we left those here,” I mumbled with surprise. “What’s going on?”

Evan laughed and shook his head. “Girls, the movie was just foreplay.”

Judge nodded along. “Your unofficial Three Doors experience starts tonight.”

What the…

Decker crossed his muscular arms over his chest and grinned arrogantly as he dangled the blindfolds from a single finger. “So, pick a room, but keep the lights off. Sit on the bed and put on your mask. One of us will be right in.”