THREE DOORS (The THREE DOORS Series Book 1)

Wait, what?

Three Doors?

Tonight?

“If that’s okay, of course,” Decker added after noticing our shocked faces.

Evan threw up his palms with an assist. “Only if you want to…”

“But we can’t—” I began.

“We know,” Judge interrupted. “But we can have some fun.”

Shay shifted beside me as her analytical gears cranked. “All of our rapid tests came back negative from the clinic, right?” We nodded with confirmation around the room. While we still had a couple of days to wait for the blood tests, which the girls and I had lovingly deemed the “free to fuck” results, we’d all been cleared of most sexually transmitted diseases.

“You three gave us a teaser,” Decker noted with a grin and a glance at the guys, “and believe me, we haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

Wow.

Shay and I were still absorbing the shocking turn of the evening, but Mia abruptly stood and smoothed her green slip.

“I’m in. You two coming?”

I fuckin’ hope.

Judge laughed at her thirsty ways. “Damn, Mia. We need to hide in the kitchen first. Can’t know what room you go in, remember?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Oh, right.” Mia’s cheeks reddened with a rare blush as she returned to her seat. “Sorry. I’m just excited.”

Decker hit us with the logistics. “Since we can’t talk, here’s how we figured it could work. Keep your mask on at all times. We’ll knock, roll in and, um, do our thing…”

Evan chuckled under his breath. “I’ll do my thing, alright.”

This fuckin’ guy.

“…then you can take off the mask once we leave. We’ll knock when it’s safe to come out.”

“Wait,” I hesitated and looked between them. “So, we’ll be in blindfolds, but you won’t? You’ll be able to see us, but we can’t see you?” The thought alone made me squirm against the cushions as my impatient puss continued to beg for attention.

Evan nodded. “You got it.”

“Just a preview of the bigger game,” Deck explained with a hint of cockiness. “Kinda like your little sectional surprise for us the other night.”

Oh.

Shay followed along beside me. “So, we’ll be in the dark for you this time.”

“Bingo.”

Fuck, we were putting this Three Doors theory to the test tonight. My moist motor kicked into gear again with the thought of one of these striking men finally losing control with my naked body. I looked to my lap and fiddled with my hem to distract from the pink heat creeping up my neck. Was I ready for this level of intensity? It took only a glance up at the stacks of muscle and my eager cooch did the nodding for me.

“That’s why you got the haircuts today,” Shay said. “You planned this.”

“Guilty.” Evan cringed. “We just couldn’t fuckin’ wait.”

“And I hope you don’t feel weird,” Judge added, suddenly showing some apprehension. “It’s completely cool if it stops here.”

Christ, they really cared. My selfish frustration from the earlier edging shifted into adoration and appreciation. Truthfully, any or all of the guys could’ve tried to get it in before tonight and chalked it up to a one-night stand, but they respected us enough to wait. These elaborate gestures provided glaring evidence of their decency. Had they wanted only cock action, despite their whiny complaints, I was positive that all three of them could have picked up some strange on campus. This effort meant something.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding?” I blurted out. “I can’t believe you guys planned this! I’m blown away!”

Shay bounced on the sectional beside me. “I’m still wound up, so let’s try it.”

The guys carried their cheesy grins behind the kitchen wall, and I tiptoed to the dark hallway with my girls, armed with only a sleep mask and filthy intentions. We huddled in front of the restroom and paused to collect ourselves.

“You guys ready for this?” Shay asked.

“Fuck, I was almost there a few minutes ago,” I whispered. “Bring it.”

Mia cringed with excitement. “And the thought of not knowing which one? I just can’t fuckin’ take it.”

Shay pointed to the first bedroom door off the living room. “I’ll take this one. It matches mine,” she mouthed. Mia licked her lips with a confident grin and nodded at door number three as she followed suit.

We’d never had a reason to explore the bedrooms of our counterparts before, so I had no clue whose private space I was slinking into. Months ago, as our trios were first becoming friends, I would’ve thought nothing of seeing their sleep spaces by chance. But now? Now that we’d revealed our collective cravings and this wicked plan was taking shape? Christ, my heart backflipped in my chest as I closed the middle door behind me.

A scant glow from the street-side window cast odd gray highlights over the contents. A framed mattress lined the wall to my right, same as in my room a couple of floors above. Both the nightstand and desk were bare but for a nondescript lamp by the headboard, perhaps intentionally stripped of any identifying items. I considered peeking in the closet or opening a drawer, but then I realized that my discoveries wouldn’t matter. The guys could slip through any of the three doors to deliver our desires. Hell, they’d probably giggle like goofy schoolboys about shooting their shots on each other’s sheets.

There was no way to know who would step inside and pleasure me, especially after the lengths they’d taken to blend, but one fact stood tall…

…the man who slept in this room wanted to fuck me.

I hesitated as I approached the dark comforter, not knowing if I should toss the nightie or not, but I ultimately left it for him to take off. The slinky fabric left me feeling sexy as it glided over my smooth skin, and I could use that boost of confidence as I waited for the jiggle of the doorknob.

I crawled to my knees facing the door on the strange yet familiar bed and slipped the mask over my blond waves. The instant darkness unexpectedly amplified the intensity of the moment, and my heart raged against my ribs in response. I brushed my hand over the single propped pillow to my side and wondered if the resident of this room ever rested his head and pictured me in his dreams. My deepest core ached at the thought of all three men and their hardened cocks, waiting eagerly in the dark hallway to creep inside and give this game a ride.

I waited with them, for one of them, clenching my thighs together to dull the demanding throb as my busy brain ticked away. After careful consideration, I realized that it didn’t matter who joined me in this bed. I wanted all of them.

Judge had stroked my pussy exactly how I needed, and my skin still tingled with the stain of his seduction. I massaged my round breasts through the slippery fabric, remembering his hot mouth tugging at my tightened nipple. Evan had taken his share, too, rocking against my ass with his thick shaft as we “shopped” and floating the idea of pumping inside my tightest hole. There was just something about his dominant touch that drove me fuckin’ crazy.

Christ, they’re dragging this out.

I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d crowned Deck the sexiest of the group. I pictured the mischievous sparkle in his eyes when he toyed with stopping our elevator. How would he have fucked me had I accepted his out-of-bounds invitation? Would he have forced me to all fours and slammed inside me from behind? Or would he have craved my kiss and crushed me against the wall?

I rubbed the luxurious lingerie over my bare thighs, drawing from the well of my deepest, darkest fantasies. I fingered myself frequently back in my bed, most often to Judge, Deck, and Evan ravishing my body at the same time. Hell, they spoke and moved in perfect sync as friends, but the thought of their naked bodies sharing me? Licking me? Filling me?

Fuck. I’m about to do this myself.

I rocked my hips in a slow circle, and warm, early juice slid between my folds.

What would be the harm in a quick, superficial strum?

My fingertips had just breached the edge of my panties when the door clicked open and closed with no warning. I jerked my fuckin’ hand from my cooch like I’d been caught in the cookie jar.

Fuck, who is it?

The silence screamed in my ears until my thumping heart interrupted. The black mask blinded me to his reactions but enhanced my other senses as he waited to make his move. Shivers raced down my chest and hardened my nipples. The faint smell of the blue bathroom soap tickled my nose. The sour shots still tasted bitter on my dry tongue.

Why isn’t he coming closer?

Oh.

He’s watching me.

I’d been so distracted by my body’s reactions that I’d forgotten my status as the only masked participant in the room. He could see me…my every labored breath, my every eager quiver, my every exposed inch. Fuck, I finally understood the guys’ jerk happy responses when we crashed them. This was fucking exhilarating.

There was no creak over the solid floor, but somehow I sensed him approaching the bed. I instinctively reached into the darkness beyond the mask but felt nothing.

Please.

That good burn ignited between my thighs again as he destroyed me with this delay. I cocked my head and slowly licked my lips, hoping to hear just one sigh of anticipation. Seconds dragged like years as he dangled my patience from a twisted, agonizing string. My discipline had been tested earlier, but I now found myself ready to rip the blindfold from my hungry eyes and willingly spread my legs for my man, regardless of who the fuck he was…

…but then he touched me.

Big, warm hands finally covered my restless fingers, calming me without a single spoken word. After my few ragged breaths of relief, he gently guided me from the mattress and tilted my chin to his for my first anonymous kiss.

My mind ran in circles as I tried to decipher the identity of the tongue lapping between my lips. Judge loved to lick. Evan was aggressive. Deck preferred it paced. Hell, this current action revealed nothing. I’d kissed the guys with genuine passion on only a handful of occasions and, frankly, I assumed that their individual styles would provide a hint.

Fuck, was I wrong.

As our bodies drifted closer and his fingertips tightened under my curls, I realized he was probably feeling anxious, too, and depending on primal instinct rather than any trademark methods. None of the men had enjoyed us completely alone, with no distractions or rotations to deter from the tension, so this likely meant as much to him as it did to me.

As I relaxed into his embrace, I closed the impossible case. I didn’t want to ruin this incredible experience by clouding my mind with a fruitless mission. Whoever stood before me was someone that I cared for, trusted, and desired. That was enough for me.

I’d rarely found ways to quiet my excessive thoughts before, but his roaming touch provided quite the roadmap. I melted into the moment, clawing at his cotton shirt as our sweet, welcoming kiss flaunted a deeper fire. He scraped gentle teeth against my bottom lip, perhaps with a promise of passion yet to come, then he stepped away from our sizzling space. In one quick gesture, he slipped the blue satin from over my head to expose my bare breasts and soaked lace for the first time. I had no way to gauge his reaction from behind the blindfold, but the lapse in action implied that he was admiring my assets. My cheeks flushed when facing the elevated vulnerability, but I couldn’t deny feeling incredibly sexy under his watch.

As I waited for his next move, I considered the submissive stance that this wild ride required. I’d never trusted a man with this level of control, and the mask shielded my usual strengths. Friends and lovers alike had always called me a tease and believe me, I loved the label. But I couldn’t rely on flirty eyes or whispered words with Three Doors. Tonight, I was at his mercy and his mercy alone.

Suddenly, his wet tongue trailed over my lower pelvis near my panties. My startled hands twitched at my sides and I almost jumped back, but the need to urge him closer crushed my instinct to resist. I shifted my hips forward for more, but his warm mouth abruptly left my shivering skin. My breath hitched and my lungs burned. Fuck. Why did he stop?

One of these unbelievable men had lips within inches of my thirsty pussy. I’d never experienced earth-shattering oral, but as his teeth suddenly snagged my skimpy bottoms, I hoped to the heavens that tonight would be the night. Our makeshift team of wiggling hips and fingertips inched my lace to the floor, then I stood practically dripping before him. I thought he may pause to inspect my most private part from afar, but he decided to take a closer peek instead. I muffled a moan and clenched fists at my sides as he coaxed my knees apart and taunted my shivering skin.

The carefully planned facial hair scratched at my shivers as he frenched along my upper thigh. I almost forfeited the mystery for the other players by screaming to the ceiling when he abandoned me again, only to feel his wide, wet lick on the other side seconds later. My damp nerve endings tingled with cool chills as his kisses lingered between breaks, and every muscle tensed as I waited for more. Soft puffs of hot breath rushed over my tight slit and nearly sent me spiraling, but when his nose brushed my tuft of fur with a slight sniff, I realized that I’d arrived at the edge of my discipline cliff. I palmed his fresh haircut and forced his scorching mouth closer to my mound, but he abruptly stood from my hold.

I parked any remaining hesitation and reached through the darkness to find his firm frame. My blind fingertips brushed layers of naked, tight ab muscles, so I instinctively explored farther south over his body. Much to my disappointment, those fancy fuckin’ pajama pants still rested low on his hips. I urgently clawed at the waistband, dying to get a grip on that bare dick, but he batted my nosy hands away. When I evaded his defenses and tried harder, he simply lifted me like a rag doll and tossed me gently back on the bed before leaving me hanging again.

Fuck, this cat-and-mouse chase was undeniably the most electrifying moment of my life. He was watching my every reaction. He knew exactly the impact he was having on my desperate body. I writhed against the strange pillow and sighed with breathtaking frustration as I waited in my personal darkness for his next mesmerizing move. After seconds with no response and jonesing for more stimulation, I cupped my heaving breasts and thumbed my swollen nips, launching my waves of arousal again and hoping that I could convince him to come captain my crests.

The lonely storm didn’t last. The mattress caved beside me, and he pushed my hands aside, then he smothered my pink nipple with his hot, wet mouth like a starving fuckin’ animal. His bare leg brushed over mine and I thought he was finally naked, too. But as he shifted those hips over my arched body, the tickle of boxers disappointed my aching pussy. He grinded that steel shaft aggressively against my drenched slit, dragging merciless friction over my plump clit, then he ravaged my neck until our tongues finally met again.

My heart soared as our desperate lips opened for each other, pouring months of unspoken yearning and painstaking patience into the blistering breath we shared. I hadn’t realized just how madly I needed to kiss one of them like this. Unhinged. Unforgiving. Uninterrupted. I’d never experienced a passion so hypnotic as our mouths twisted into a wet, mysterious mess. He enhanced my every steamy storybook need with thirsty tugs at my blond strands, needy nibbles on my bottom lip, and sensual sucks of my delicate tongue. As our bodies absorbed and reflected the mutual longing, our embrace felt like something we’d waited for our entire lives…

…which was an odd fucking feeling since I didn’t know who he was.

But he knew who I was.

Christ, the pressure of the moment became too overwhelming to bear. I jerked my chin from his, desperate to gasp sweet breaths of relief, but my seducer didn’t yield any ground. After a silent snarl against my jawline, he claimed even more space, swirling his tongue relentlessly across my collarbone and sweeping his parted lips between my round tits. I whimpered through clenched teeth as his swollen cock angled against my wetness again, but he was quick to cover my blatant violation with a cupped palm.

Just like I had done to Decker.

Was that a hint?

Fucking stop it, Callie!

I licked his bossy hand and shook it from my face, the display of authority sending unexpected surges south. I fought underneath his crushing weight and tried to take control, aggressively pumping my bare pussy into his boxers and screaming silently for him to put me out of my wonderful misery. Christ, I had never wanted to fuck so badly in my life.

As if he felt pity for my pathetic attempts at taking charge, he rolled to my side and shoved my thighs apart, then pumped a curved finger inside my wet hole. The first thrusts provided only a cruel tease of what his cock could do, so I tightened my walls and rocked my pelvis into his palm with a promise of what I could deliver if he caved. The boxers stayed in place, but a second finger joined the show, providing more filling and friction as I jerked my hips to the ceiling. This magic man knew exactly how to work those fuckin’ strokes, beckoning me with curved, come hither drags against my deepest, hottest spot. I choked myself with my hand to stifle my cries as intense throbs burned my core.

At that point, after hours of seemingly endless teasing, I needed to climax more than I needed to breathe.

I could’ve submitted at that very moment. I could’ve relaxed into the ripples of pleasure pooling around his hand and let him witness me completely coming undone, but I didn’t. Those skilled fingers felt delicious as I squeezed them inside me, but against every urging of logic and with confirmation of my earlier concerns, I wanted that cock.

And I wanted it fuckin’ bad.

I curled my flat belly into a crunch and fumbled in my blindness for a brush of those bottoms, certain that I could convince him to break all these fuckin’ rules with me, but he edged just out of reach. He mocked me again, probably while wearing an arrogant fucking grin, and thumbed my puffy clit with slow, sensational circles as he watched me squirm. I dropped my knees wider and invited that iron cock to flee from the boxers and take me, but he still made no moves to undress.

Fuck this man and his discipline.

The enticing anonymity may have hampered my ability to lure him in directly, but I had one more tool in my arsenal. Although I was confined behind the blindfold, the streetlights outside provided just enough brightness for my victim to bear witness. I floated fingers into the dark again, this time with a higher target, and turned his alluring scruff to my lips with a last-ditch attempt. Once his downtown toying slowed and I knew my words would be his only focus, I mouthed my final plea…silently, slowly, and deliberately.

“Fuck me.”

A sharp inhale tightened his jaw in my palms.

“Please, fuck me so hard. Please.”

His hand instantly recoiled from my wetness. His heavy body grazed my breasts as he crawled over me and left me alone on the bed again.

Fuck, was he leaving?

Had I made him uncomfortable?

I’d appreciated the efforts these amazing men had taken to secure this time with us, their respect and thoughtfulness taking center stage, and my selfish fuckin’ ass had ruined everything. My shoulders slumped in defeat for not only me but for the entire crew.

Without warning, he grabbed my hips, turning me in his direction and pulling me aggressively to the edge of the bed. My short legs dangled helplessly over the side until he pinned them back with pure fucking dominance, displaying my glistening, aching pussy on his personal platter. For the first time during this intense encounter, he shelved the teasing temptation, licking wide laps through my sticky folds and curling the tip of his tongue around my throbbing clit. The unexpected, intimate contact nearly sprung me from my submissive position. I clawed at the rumpled linens to my left and groped aimlessly in the dark to the right.

There was no fucking way I could be quiet through this.

Likely inspired by my thrashing reaction, he pinned my pelvis to the mattress under his heavy palm and put his pussy expertise to the test. I flailed on the comforter as he sucked my folds through hot, massaging lips and darted inside my clenched hole with a fast, flickering tongue.

I finally brushed the pillow off to my side and shoved it between my teeth, gritting silently through the swells of a rushing climax. His grinding mouth slathered through my wetness to pulsing my center, and he flicked my tortured clit with firm strokes. Every fucking nerve in my body fired with painful, pleasurable flames, and I flooded his sweet lips with my hot, juicy finish. I lost control, gagging myself with the pillow’s corner as I cried out with no shame.

He softened his masterful mouth and escorted me from my high with gentle sucking, showing tender aftercare until my knees stopped quivering. After a delicate kiss on my pubic line, he disappeared again, leaving me breathless as I closed my legs and stared into the blindfold. My intrusive brain nudged me to start the analysis, but I had no fucking idea what to think. I just laid there, raw and exposed, feeling completely fulfilled but also strikingly empty without the comfort of his touch.

Were we finished?

What about his needs?

Would he say goodbye?

The warmth of his body hovered over me once more as he returned with a slow, tantalizing kiss. I tasted my pleasure as I licked lovingly at his lips and a deep throb stirred low as I selfishly craved being indulged again. This sensual, comforting brand of embrace mirrored our first, capping the end of the experience with the same respect that had started it. My suspicions were confirmed seconds later when he stepped from my skin for the last time.

Suddenly feeling shy, I shifted deeper on the bed, covered my nude body with the loosened linens, and turned away from the hallway. I waited for the door to open as expected, but he didn’t leave. I cocked my head and listened for his reasoning, hearing hushed panting and faint skin slapping.

Oh.

He was jacking off.

Fuck.

After a minute of listening to the intriguing sounds, I sensed him gathering his pajama uniform and sliding out the door. I waited for a few heart cycles, then ripped off my sleep mask in a frenzy. Once my eyes adjusted through countless blinks, I switched on the bedside table lamp and sat disoriented on the borrowed bed. I’d lost my sense of time and had no clue how long I’d been in here.

Were the others finished?

I scooped up my discarded negligee, located my lace panties, and dressed quickly in the anonymous room. We’d left the comforter quite a mess for the usual resident, so I tried to make the space look presentable again. A mirror reflected on the back of the bedroom door, so I stepped before it and stared at my dim reflection. My mind began to wander before I’d barely taken a breath, but it didn’t make it far. My heart pushed past the crowded thoughts and dropped five flights in my chest as someone knocked on the door.