It was different today. It felt different as we moved up the stairs to our room. It felt different as Roya undressed Denver while I undressed Roya. All of us wearing minimal clothing only made it easier.

As Roya pushed Denver onto the bed, straddling him to take over his lips, I got rid of my own clothes.

I got behind Denver, onto the bed, on my knees as I face to face with Roya. A sudden urge rose inside me and I fisted Denver's hair, tugging his head back as I broke their kiss. My other hand went to Roya's throat, grabbing her to bring her lips to mine. My grip on Denver's hair never loosened and the groan that left his mouth as I tugged it harder while he sucked on Roya's nipples told me that he liked it too.

It felt different today because Roya and I wanted to make Den feel good. It wasn't about Roya today. It was about Denver.

When Roya and I broke apart, Denver moved back as I shifted. He supported his back on the headboard. Roya following up to him as she kissed him again. Harder this time. His forehead creased into the kiss like there was so much pain in him and Roya was erasing it with her love.

I felt this need to erase his pain too. But I didn't know how.

My hands move to Roya's folds, finding them dripping wet. I didn't mention that. I didn't tell her how fucking wet she was or hoe fucking sexy she looked taking control because this time it was about him.

Roya moaned into Denver's mouth, lowering herself over his cock, rubbing it with herself.

Denver's kiss became harsher. Roya's one hand reached Denver's throat while her other held my cock.

We worked together. Everything creating this intensity. Their kiss. Her rubbing herself over his cock. Me working her pussy. Her hand on my cock. It was all so pure and impure at the same time.

Denver groaned in her mouth once more and I leaned down next to his ear.

"Shhh," I whispered, "there are other's in the house," I reminded him and he sighed in the kiss.

Roya's speed on my cock became faster leading to a chain reaction as I curled my fingers in her, increasing my speed as well. This made her jerk and rub harder on Denver further leading to Denver biting her lip almost drawing blood.

I figured it was getting too much for us and removed my hand from inside Roya. Everyone broke apart, heaving. We just looked at each other. Not our bodies or how we were already glistening or how naked we were. We looked in each other's eyes.

I realized something. I realized that I love Roya. I love Roya but I love Den too. It's not just us and her. It's us. All three of us. And I don't know what this means but I just know it is how I feel.

Roya turns around on Den, straddling him backwards as I get in front of her knowing she would like to suck my cock while she fucks him.

I don't lie down, I stay up in a sitting position wanting to see their faces as Roya lowers herself over Denver's cock, biting her lip to keep in her moans. Denver kisses her shoulder, sucking on it to drown out his sounds.

Once Roya adjusts, she starts moving. I tilt my head to look at Denver to see his eyes shut as his head rests on the back of the bed. His hands on Roya's waist, helping her.

When Roya gains herself back from the feeling of filling herself, she leans down to my cock, still moving on Denver's.

Teasing my tip just like always does before sucking us, she takes as much of me as she can in the first time. Her hands reaching where her mouth can't.

As she fucks both of us, I look at Denver. He must've felt my eyes on him because he looks back at me. His eyes are heavy. I'm sure minr are too. We stare at each other for sometime. Maybr he saw the look in mine because I think I saw the same look in his. Or maybe it's just my brain playing me.

My one hand keeps me stable on the bed while my other tugs at Roya's hair. She hums on my cock and Denver smacks her ass making me smirk at him which he returns.

He's feeling better.

Fuck. Here we are, fucking each other and I'm thinking about if Denver's feeling better or not.

I thrust my hip up into Roya's mouth. Denver follows my move and thrusts his hip up into her.

Roya moans and I tsk as Denver spanks her again.

I don't want this to end this way. I don't want the fucking. I want Denver to know how much we cate for her. And so I tug Roya up by her hair. She looks at me confused, her speed slowing over Denver's cock.

I shake my head lightly as I turn her around and she follows. Now facing Denver, she crashes her lips on his, moving her lips faster once again. I move forward, my hands on Roya's waist, right above Denver's as I control her speed now. My mouth kissing her back as I make her sink lower on him, going harder with every thrust.

I look up when she leans back into me. Staring tight into Denver's eyes as I give another hard thrust. We look at each other as Roya keeps moving on him. In a way, it's fucking him through Roya.

Denver breaks the contact first as his eyes roll back, making me aware that he's close. My grip on Roya tightens.

I keep the thrusts the same. Rolling Roya's hips a little in between as I keep her in control. I lean forward over her shoulder, getting in the middle so they both are close to me.

"Cum," I whisper to both of them and Denver opens his eyes to pull Roya towards him as they both get high on the feeling. Both of their moans muffling in the kiss as they drain themselves.

I stop moving Roya's hips but keep my hold on her as she relaxes. She opens her eyes, her forehead resting on Denver's. They both look at each other and smile, making me have the same reaction too.

I lean up on my knees and I kiss Roya's shoulder, "I love you," I tell her in a whisper but my eyes move to Denver's in the last second.

"I love you guys too," she leans back on me still looking at Denver.

Denver smiles at her, "I love you," he tells her but after his words finish, he looks at me and that is enough assurance for now.

"Shower?" Roya asks and we nod, getting up. She takes fresh clothes and heads in the washroom. I put my boxers on for now.

"You didn't finish," Denver stated. We were both sitting on the front of the bed. Our fret resting on the cold floor.

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"I didn't," I agree with a slight nod, still looking in front at the black screen.

"Why?" He asks after a few seconds and I can feel his eyes on me.

I turn to look at him and with all the sincerity I have in me, I reply, "it wasn't about me today."

He thinks about my statement for sometime, twisting it in his head but eventually gives me a small smile that I return.

"Thank you," he says it like he means it and I shake my head.

"Don't thank my actions, I care about you," I shrug. Even though my insides are wrecking me up and my heart is beating at a dangerously high speed, I keep my cool.

I don't want to step over a line that doesn't even exist.

He hums, looking at where I'm looking. I thought the topic was finished but it wasn't for him. Just as the shower in the washroom was turned off, he whispered, "I care too."

I would've missed it if it wasn't so wuite here. But it made me smile even if he didn't want me to hear it.

When Roya steps out, Denver and I take our own quick showers. Once he exits at the end, he joins me and Roya on the bed like usual.

We both kiss Roya's head and drift off to sleep. I couldn't help but feel the change. Like we all are more closer now.

I now know, that I'm never leaving them. Both of them.

A/N :

I wrote this at 7 in the morning on the bus. Damn.

Also, some of you really wanted some Jordan and Denver stuff and so I thought I should give in. So here's a little something.

Was Jordan and Denver caring for each other a good turn from them only focusing on Roya?

Love,

The Author