"It was just a joke," I insist as Jasper dries his hands on a dishtowel and walks over to wrap his arms around my shoulders.

"Are you changing your mind?" His breath tickles my neck and sends a shiver through me.

I shift my eyes, straining to look at him, and try to figure out if he is playing around. While he is smiling, there's a sincerity in his eyes that makes me a little nervous. Is this really going to happen? Am I ready for it to happen?

"If it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to," Edward adds, taking a seat next to me, and places his hand over mine.

I both love and hate that he said it. Edward is being supportive, but there's a hint of apprehension in his eyes. It reminds me of Jasper's assumption that I wouldn't want to see them together, and it's making me mad. I hate that they think I'm some emotional idiot that's going to have a nervous breakdown every time we talk about sex. Worst of all it's all my fault, because I have been acting like total wussy flake. Well, it stops here!

They both need to know and trust that I don't mind them being together. I'm not just in this to get both of them for myself; it is so much more than that. I like the connection, this feeling I have when the three of us are together, like we're part of something so much more than we are separately.

"I'll admit, I'm little nervous, but it doesn't mean I can't handle it." I take hold of Edward's hand and slide my other hand over Jasper's wrist. "Actually, the idea of you two fucking really turns me on."

Edward looks relieved and a little shocked, and Jasper laughs. I can feel the tension draining out of the air. I'm so fucking thankful to feel it go.

"We'll be sure to give you a good show, Baby," Jasper says, pressing a kiss to my neck and lightly nipping at my skin.

Edward doesn't speak; instead he closes the distance to kiss me. Jasper pulls away to make room for Edward to tilt my head back, but I hold on to his wrist. I try to hold on to this moment as Edward's lips and tongue dance with mine. Jasper's fingers intertwine with mine and tighten into a solid fist of our combined fingers. It feels so right, that it's leaving me almost as breathless as the kiss. Edward pulls back, cradling my face in his hands, and smiles at me.

"Thank you," he whispers, touching his forehead to mine.

"No, thank you," I tell him and shove his head a little with mine. "Trust me. I intend to enjoy the show."

Edward's face flushes a little, but he keeps his composure long enough to kiss my nose. Jasper takes hold of Edward's hand. Without a word he leads us down the hallway and comes to a stop in front of the bedroom. He leans in to kiss my temple and then pulls Edward close for a kiss of his own. I watch them again, savoring how beautiful they are when they are like this. Too soon, they pull apart, and Jasper releases my fingers.

"You two stay out of trouble." Jasper gives us a wink and shakes his ass before he closes the bathroom door.

"Did he just shake his ass at us?" I have to ask, because I'm still not sure that I really saw it.

Edward lets out a very undignified snort of laughter and immediately covers his mouth; a look of embarrassed horror overtakes his face. I can't help but giggle that Edward, of all people, made that sound. Then he starts to laugh again, and just like that we're off into hysterics.

We stumble into my bedroom, or rather our bedroom, whatever. I'm hiccuping I'm laughing so hard, while he leans his arm on the doorframe and continues to try to stifle his laughter. It's so nice to be like this again. Edward and I laugh about nothing, like a couple of idiots, and I didn't realize how much I missed it.

"I think you have had too much to drink," I say, walking over to collapse on the bed, exhausted and lightheaded from all the laughter.

"Actually, I think you're the one that's a little tipsy," Edward says, sitting down next me.

"See, right there," I say, turning to point at him. "I should have known you were gay. No straight man says tipsy."

"Actually, I learned it from my father, and I'm bisexual, not gay," Edward replies, trying to look superior, but the huge grin on his face is ruining the effect.

"Bah, whatever," I snort, waving my hand, and flop a leg onto his hip. "I don't care what you are as long as you're with me."

Well, look who's blurting out the truth like a drunken idiot. Fuck! I pause, unsure how to follow up my embarrassing, self-exposing bout of verbal diarrhea. Sure, I know that I'm kind of head over heels in love with Edward, and he said he loves me too, but...I don't know. Somewhere in the back of my mind I keep waiting for all of this to go wrong.

"No worries; you've got me," Edward replies with an even bigger smile.

My chest swells with confirmation that I didn't realize I needed. Stupid insecurities. Edward leans forward and gives me a soft kiss. His fingers play over the side of my face, while he looks me in the eye. He has that same damn expression on his face, like I'm something precious. It is so weird and unreal, but it's getting harder to feel like it's not right. He looks so happy and in love. It's starting to make me feel like maybe I really am special...to him.

"In fact, you have both of us for as long as you want us," he adds as a strange expression quickly crosses his face, and I suddenly remember that Jasper is here.

Well, actually he's in the bathroom, but yeah. Jasper is part of this, and while I know this and I love it, I'm wondering how it will look in the long haul. I mean, I love Edward. Jasper...I don't know. He's sexy, and we have fantastic sex, but...I don't know.

"He loves you." Edward says it so quietly that I almost don't hear him.

Except I did hear him, and I'm kind of freaked out about it because it is not true. It can't be. Jasper very distinctly told me that he didn't love me. Okay, he said something like "it's not love, but it's more than sex." Still there was a 'not' right before 'love.' Right?

"What makes you so sure?" I sit up, suddenly feeling very sober.

"Well, other than the fact that I know him," Edward says with a shrug, sitting up to face me, "this isn't something he shares with anyone but me. The fact that he's letting you watch is kind of big."

"Why?" I can't help asking, because I can't wrap my head around it. Jasper Whitlock, the biggest exhibitionist I have ever met, is worried about me watching them fuck. Frankly, I'm surprised that he hasn't suggested we film and post this shit on the Internet.

Edward sighs heavily, glancing at the bathroom door, and scoots a little closer to me. I feel like he's about to tell me something that I'm either not ready to hear or that it is going to make me want to run out the door. Breathe, Clearwater.

"Jasper is...what we do together is very different from how we are with you, very different," Edward starts to say, looking at the floor, and I'm struck with the idea that he is just as uncomfortable as I am talking about Jasper without him here.

"I think I know what you mean, Mr. Mouthfucker," I counter with a grin, trying to lighten this mood out of fear and panic.

Edward chuckles and gives me a guilty grin. "Yeah, well that was nothing."

I think my eyes are going to pop out of my head, but I play off my shock with a carefully raised eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Don't worry," he says with a smirk and pats my leg. "It's only stuff I do with him. I don't expect it from you. I just wanted to prepare you for how he and I different."

"Okay," I relent, though I file the idea of Mr. KinkyCullen in the back of my brain with a thrilling shiver. "So when you say different do you mean something other than using his mouth like a glory hole?"

"You really liked watching that, didn't you?" He has this intrigued expression on his face, like he's a little turned on by the idea.

"Maybe," I answer, trying to be coy, but I can't stop myself from laughing. "Oh hell, of course I did, Edward. You were all..." I made this growling sound and gestured like I was holding and humping a head in front of me. "I mean how could I not find that hot?"

"You never cease to amaze me," he chuckles, but suddenly his expression turns serious, and he takes my hands in his before continuing to speak. "In all seriousness though, I need you to understand how big of a deal this is for Jasper."

"I get it-" I try to reassure him, but he shakes his head.

"No, you don't," he insists, releasing my hands, and sits back to comb his fingers through his hair. "You know how Jasper is so aggressive and pushes people's buttons all the time?"

I abso-fucking-lutely know what Edward means. Jasper has delighted in pushing my buttons, ever since we first met. I nod but don't speak.

Edward mirrors my nod and continues. "Well, he does it as a kind of challenge. He wants someone to put him in line. Part of him craves it. I'll admit the first time he asked me to do it I wasn't sure I could. I mean, I never thought I would enjoy being so...rough with him, but after trying it a few times I've really grown to enjoy it."

I have no clue what he is talking about, but I don't want to interrupt him. So, I nod and look thoughtful, figuring he'll make sense at some point. Or I'll get a chance at some point to ask him to explain what he means.

"Anyway," Edward shakes his head and turns to look at me again. "While I'm not too afraid that you'll dump me over this, Jasper isn't as secure. The first time he asked that bitch, Maria, to try it, she refused and treated him like he was a freak. You're the first woman since her he has wanted to share this with, and despite all his bravado I can tell he is nervous about your reaction."

I nod and sigh, hating that yet again I'm being painted as the spaz queen. "Can I talk now?"

"Of course," he says, nodding.

"I'm not going to freak out," I tell him, putting my hand on his leg and giving him a squeeze. "Unless you guys get crazy with some power tools or jumper cables."

I'm being silly again to try to lighten the mood, because I hate how intense he is getting. Though, deep down I am wondering what has him so worried about their sex. The image of Jasper walking out of the bathroom in a full body leather Gimp suit flashes into my head, and I struggle not to laugh out loud at the thought.

"No, we don't bring out the table saw and butt plugs until the third date," Edward replies with a straight face.

"Was that a joke?" I erupt with laughter and slap at him. "Edward Cullen just cracked a joke. I'm in shock. The end is nigh!"

"Smartass," Edward hisses, and slaps my ass hard.

"Ouch, you fucker!" I yell and try to slap him, but he quickly captures my wrists in his hand, pinning them above my head.

He gives me a mischievous smirk, while he skims his free hand over my waist. I immediately start jerking and squirming, trying to get away, but it's no use. He has me pinned against the bed, his fingers dancing over my body. I scream, laugh, and kick to no avail. Edward just laughs and continues to tickle the shit out of me.

"What in the Sam Hill is going on in here?" Jasper walks into the room buck naked, and all I can do is continue to laugh hysterically, even though Edward has stopped touching me.

I end up flopping on to the floor, while Edward stands beside Jasper, both watching me. It's weird looking at them from this angle, especially because I can see Jasper's balls. I don't remember them being shaved before. When I first saw him naked I remarked that the hair looked like golden clouds. He called me silly for saying so. I think it's kind of silly to shave your testicles, but whatever.

"Maybe we should sober her up before we start," Jasper says, looking at Edward, who has his arms crossed.

"No, she's fine," Edward sighs, shaking his head. "This is her nervous."

Something passes over Jasper's face, but it disappears when Edward pulls him into a kiss. I watch from the floor, enjoying the view, particularly how Jasper's dick hardens in a matter of seconds. Edward's only touching his face while they kiss, but Jasper's dick is at attention. I could hang my coat on that puppy.

"All right, let's get this party started." I roll onto my knees and stand up to clap my hands.

They break the kiss to look at me. Edward's smiling proudly; Jasper looks a little dazed. Apparently, I'm not the only one that Edward kisses stupid. Good to know.

"Yes, Ma'am," Jasper mutters, giving me a brief smile before moving toward the bed.

"Come here, you," Edward says, staying still and gestures me over.

"Yes?" I stop in front of him, trying to look tough, but I know he sees right through me.

"Kiss me," Edward commands; his tone is deeper, and the look in his eyes is familiar.

Well, hello Mr. Mouthfucker.

"Yes, Sir," I reply quietly, warmth swirling in my belly as I obey his order.

His hands are in my hair, pulling me closer. It hurts a little but not in a bad way. In fact, it's sending little shocks of electricity through my body. He begins to kiss me slowly, his tongue sliding over my lips before pushing into my mouth. I moan softly, and he tugs hard on my hair, dragging me against him. Our bodies smash together with a violent slap that jolts every one my nerve endings. I feel every part of my body touching his, like it's on fire. Then his teeth cut across my bottom lip and his nails dig into my scalp, and I can't help but try to press closer to him. Oh my god, I'm so wet I think my underwear are about slide off on their own.

When he finally breaks the kiss I'm panting and flushed. If he kisses me like that all the time I'd let them both fuck my ass, maybe at the same time. Jesus Christ on a flying monkey!

"I kind of like it when you call me sir," Edward comments in his causal tone.

"I think I like it, too," I giggle and touch my fingers to my swollen lips.

Did I just giggle? How does he do this to me? Crazy Cullen sex voodoo!

"I know I like watching you working her like that, Baby," Jasper comments from the bed.

I look past Edward to see Jasper kneeling on the bed, one hand idly stroking his dick. He looks fucking hot and kind of...different. I can't put my finger on what it is. Maybe it's the way his knees are so far apart or the fact that he shaved his face, too. He looks younger, almost vulnerable. I kinda like it.

"You two can fuck with my head later," I say with confidence I didn't realize I had. "It's time to give me a show."

I give Edward a hard slap on his ass and quickly run out of his reach to avoid getting an ass smack in retaliation. He chuckles and shakes his head, walking over to the nightstand to grab my computer chair. Edward pulls out some things I had no clue were in his drawer; my table is on the other side of the bed.

He sets out a bottle, some condoms, and a packet of wipes. I take a seat in my chair, resting my feet on the edge of the bed, and try not to look completely shocked that he's been keeping an anal play kit in the bedside table. I suppose I have no right to complain. I have a vibrator and a Nora Roberts paperback in mine. We all have our dirty little secrets, I suppose.

Jasper is still kneeling on the bed, his attention is focused on Edward, but I catch him glancing at me every few seconds. Despite his casual smirk, I can see tension in the muscles of his shoulders and back. He is nervous, and while I'm surprised, I'm also a little relieved to see confirmation of Edward's words. I guess I would be nervous too, if I were in his position.

Edward turns to Jasper, gesturing for him to move. Jasper obeys, shuffling on his knees to get closer to Edward, but he stops short of touching. A sly smirk plays over his lips as he straightens to face a frowning Edward. I try to cover my laugh with a fake cough and get a glance from Edward, or rather Mr. Mouthfucker, for my rude interruption.

He raises a single eyebrow at me, and my cheeks immediately fill with heat. The meaning in the small gestures has me shivering and squirming. I don't know where he has been hiding this side, but I'm really into it. In fact, I'm about ready to crawl over on my knees and ask to take Jasper's place.

I lean back in my chair, a little floored by how turned on I am by seeing this side of Edward. It's weird, because I love his caring, gentle nature, but this darker side is... Shit, I'm really fucking into it. My mind is already toying with the image of being on my knees in front of Edward, calling him sir, and begging him to fuck my mouth with his beautiful cock.

Holy fucking hell, I need to get a hold of myself! I try my best to play off how flustered I am by giving him a nonchalant shrug. Sure, Edward has me so horny I'm ready to bark like a dog for him, but I'm not about to show it. A girl's got to hold onto at least a scrap of dignity, right? Some part of me is laughing at my bullshit bravado, but I tell that part to shut the fuck up and keep playing it cool.

Edward doesn't say anything, just gives me a small smile and turns his attention back to Jasper. I let out a small exhale of relief and notice Jasper is laughing quietly, most likely at me. Before I can flip him off or say something rude, Edward raises his hand and slaps Jasper's bare chest.

The sharp sound echoes through the room, while Jasper hisses and curls over for a second. He recovers quickly and straightens to glare at Edward, a bright pink handprint on his chest. Edward is smiling like the fucking devil and lightly brushes his fingers over Jasper's chest, tracing the lines of the handprint. Jasper's chest expands like he's taking a deep breath, but he doesn't let it out; he just watches Edward's eyes.

It's like something is silently building in the air, and with every movement of Edward's fingers I can almost feel it under my skin, coiling inside my belly and making me twitch with anticipation. Between the dangerous gleam in Edward's eyes and the flexing muscles in Jasper's jaw, I'm two seconds away from rubbing one out right here. I wonder what the etiquette is on masturbating in this kind of situation. Is it stealing the spotlight, or would it be like a standing ovation? Damn, maybe I should have googled this shit.

Edward wraps his hand around the back of Jasper's neck, curling his fingers into a fist, and I bite my lip to stifle the gasp that nearly slips out as Edward bend Jasper's head back at a painful angle. Jasper makes a strangled sound, but otherwise doesn't make any show of resistance. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I'm having a hard time keeping still in my chair.

"Beautiful," Edward says, drawing his finger down Jasper's throat, over his collarbone, and down his chest.

Edward's fingers slide along the inside of Jasper's hips and brush over the side of Jasper's hard cock. Jasper swallows a gasp, and Edward immediately pulls his hand away. At first I think it's out of concern, then Edward brings down his hand and slaps the head of Jasper's cock hard. It's my turn to gasp, and this time I don't get any reaction from Edward. He's too busy whispering something in Jasper's ear. I can see Jasper's Adam's apple bob erratically, but Edward's face is turned away so I can't make out what he's saying.

Jasper looks so vulnerable with his back arched, head back, and eyes hooded with arousal. I don't know what it is about seeing him like this that is turning me on so much, but it's really getting to me - everything from the flush of pink filling his cheeks, to his parted lips, to the way every muscle in his body looks like it's strung so tight it might snap. I can hear him breathing in short huffs that almost feel like they're keeping time with my own frantic heartbeat.

Suddenly, it all starts to gel in my mind. This is what Edward was talking about. He is playing the part of Mr. Mouthfucker, and Jasper is fucking loving it. Despite his vulnerable posture, Jasper's dick is rock hard and bobbing in the air in front of him, while Edward tugs at it hair. He is so turned on I wonder if he could come just from this rough treatment. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Edward is really good at taking control. So good he has me ready to take my turn being the whipping boy...err, girl. Whatever.

Edward releases Jasper's hair and takes a step back, while Jasper raises his hands to place them behind his head. He stares straight ahead as Edward turns to the nightstand, and I wonder what it must be like for Jasper - to want someone to do this for him but never trust them to not make fun of him like that twat Maria did.

I watch his face, wishing he would look at me, but he seems to purposely avoid looking at me. Maybe Edward was right; Jasper is nervous about me being here. It is hard to wrap my brain around the idea that Jasper would care that much about what I think of him. He loves you. Edward's words float back into my mind and make me shiver. Could he really?

"Are you ready?" Edward's sharp, commanding tone pulls me out of my head and draws my attention back to the bed.

He opens the bottle of lube, pours some into his hand, and sets the bottle back down on the side table. Jasper nods, his eyes still staring forward as he takes a deep breath and let's it out in a slow exhale. The tension seems to leave his body as the air leaves his lungs, and I feel myself relax a little with him. Edward leans in and places a kiss on Jasper's shoulder. For a split second the softer side of Edward is back, and my heart does a little backflip at the sight of his tenderness.

Jasper turns to look at Edward, a small smile on his face. His expression so open, so loving that it is hard to believe it's coming from Jasper. He looks so real, and for a brief moment I wish he would look at me like that.

"Spread your legs." Edward's voice is deeper, full of authority, and suddenly we are back in play.

Jasper shifts on the bed and closes his eyes as Edward steps up next to him. Edward leans in and moves his lube covered hand behind Jasper. Jasper lets out a stuttered breath and bites his bottom lip. I'm a little stunned by how quickly they shift back and forth, but soon enough I'm back into it, too.

Edward shifts his hard, Jasper lets out a stuttered breath and bites his bottom lip.

I know that look on Jasper's face. He made it when I was sucking his dick. The thought mixes with the memory of when I had Jasper pinned to the floor while I swallowed his cock; the corners of my mouth had burned from the strain of making him fit, but I'd ignored it. It was worth seeing that look on his face, and seeing it now is making me so wet I am beyond caring about etiquette.

Carefully leaning back in the chair, I slide my hand under the waistband of my underwear and tentatively graze my fingertip over my pussy. Fuck, I'm so wet and slick; it's just the right amount of friction on my clit. I'm going to come really fast at this rate, but I don't care.

"Oh fuck!" Jasper's gasp draws my attention back to the boys, and I realize their both watching me.

"I take that to mean you're enjoying the show?" Edward asks, his arm still moving, while Jasper stares at me with a glazed look in his eyes.

I can't do more than moan in response and try to match the movement of my fingers to the pace Edward is setting with his arm. Jasper growls a little and goes down on his hands, his hair falling into his eyes. I've got a better view now, and it's stunning. Edward's hand glistens in the lamplight, while he works it over the slope of Jasper's ass. His thumb slides along Jasper's tailbone, and I can only assume that at least one of Edward's fingers is sliding in and out of Jasper.

I open my legs a little wider and slide my hand lower, so I can just dip my finger inside. It's so wet, that within a half a second my finger is coated, and I move it back up to circle my clit again. Though, now that I'm watching the boys, part of me wants to slide my finger back inside, wants to feel something or someone fuck me.

"I don't think she's going to wait," Jasper groans as he watches me through a curtain of damp, straw-blond curls.

His blue-green eyes seem so much brighter in contrast to his pink cheeks and the crimson bedspread. It's like earlier, when he was watching Edward going down on me. I can feel his eyes on me, and I like it.

"Well, we better hurry, then," Edward replies, drawing my attention to where he's kneeling behind Jasper.

He has his pants unzipped, and his dick is in his hand. It's such a strange sight, seeing his hard, dark red dick framed by his jeans. There's a condom packet in his teeth, his face a picture of vicious beauty as he tears it open and rolls it on. He spits foil out of his mouth and nudges Jasper's leg with his knee. "Get over here."

Jasper rises up on his hands and knees, his eyes never leaving mine, and mouths the words. Race you. I try to laugh, but it comes out as a long moan that I don't have time to be embarrassed about. Edward takes holds of Jasper's hip, while holding his dick in his hand, and it hits me. He's going to keep his clothes on while he fucks Jasper.

I don't have breath to gasp, my hand speeds up, and I begin to feel the sparks of my orgasm fire off low in my spine. It spreads like a wildfire through my body, an explosive and all-consuming heat that seems to hit every nerve in my body. The strength of the overwhelming pleasure has me jerking my hips uncontrollably, and I suddenly feel the absence of the computer chair. I tumble to the floor even as my body is still reverberating with a mind-blowing orgasm, and let out a strangled half yell, half moan.

When I'm able to see again I discover two faces hovering over me, while I giggle and twitch. They look worried and amused at the same time. I don't blame them. It is not safe to masturbate while sitting in a rolling computer chair. A fact that I ironically know from experience, but I completely forgot until now.

"Are you okay?" Edward asks, while Jasper helps me sit up, and brushes my hair out of my face.

"Fine," I insist, giving him a sheepish grin.

"Good," Jasper says and then attacks me with his mouth.

He has me back on the floor in seconds, his tongue in my mouth and his hands are groping my breast through my shirt. I'm still all tingly and punch-drunk from my orgasm. All I can do is hum and kiss him back. He pulls back to look at me, while he pants and grins at me. I just lie there, watching him, and wonder if I can convince them to fuck right here on the floor, so I don't have to move.

"That was so fucking sexy," he says, taking hold of my wrist, and lifts my hand to his mouth. One by one, he begins to suck my fingers, the ones I was just using to masturbate.

"Yes, it was," Edward agrees, leaning in to kiss me, and I moan into his mouth, while Jasper's tongue dances over my hand.

I finally pull away, because I need to breathe, and I still want to see them together. "Stop trying to distract me."

Edward laughs, and Jasper playfully nips at my fingers; they aren't going to get out of it. I decide they need to understand that I'm serious. It's time to play dirty.

I pull my hand out of Jasper's reach and push Edward down to the floor. Before he can do more than let out a startled cry, I pull off the condom and slide my lips around his dick. He groans low and digs his fingers into the carpet. I try to angle my head to take him deep, but there's no way I'm going to get close to how far Jasper took him. Instead, I slide him almost all the way out of my mouth, and swirl my tongue over his head, while gesturing for Jasper to come closer. He smiles and leans down to kiss the side of Edward's dick. We play over the head, lapping and kissing each other with Edward's dick in between our lips.

"You two better stop," Edward growls through his teeth and gently pushes at our heads.

He shifts out from between us and wraps his hand around the base of his dick, squeezing it hard. I assume he must be trying to keep from coming. It looks really painful with as hard as his dick is, but he seems to be managing it.

"Fuck!" He lets out a heavy sigh and moves to a kneeling position, his throbbing dick still clutched in his fist.

"I love it when you say fuck," I say with a big grin and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Agreed," Jasper says with a laugh, while wiping at his mouth.

"Does he talk like that when he fucks you?" Any hesitation I had about asking these kinds of questions is long gone. After all I just shared cock-sucking duty with Jasper and rubbed one out while watching Edward finger fuck Jasper's ass. I would say that we're past the awkward stage, or at least I hope we are.

"Oh sweetness, you have no idea," Jasper laughs, pulling me into his body, and kiss my cheek. "All manner of filthy shit comes out our sweet boy's mouth when his dick is buried in my ass."

"Does it?" I give Jasper an exaggerated look of shock and turn to smile at Edward. "I don't know; it's hard to believe. I think I'm going to have to see it for myself."

"You two are ridiculous," Edward sighs, shaking his head at both of us, but even he can't resist smiling.

"Yes, but you love us anyway," I reply and give him a wink.

"Absolutely," Edward says without hesitation.

"Good, now get over here and fuck this sweet ass!" I slap Jasper's ass for emphasis and get a strangled yelp from him. He tackles me to the floor and starts to tickle me, while I try to block his hands. We're laughing and squirming for several seconds, until Edward reappears beside us.

"Enough," I plead with Jasper, and he relents, giving me one last bite on the shoulder before rising up on his knees.

Edward is already moving into position behind Jasper, a new condom in place, and a bottle of lube in his hand. I quickly move closer to kneel in front of Jasper and watch while Edward applies the lube liberally. He sets the bottle down and takes hold of Jasper's hip, like he did before. Jasper cranes his head to look over his shoulder, watching Edward position the head of his dick.

For a second nothing happens, Edward stays completely still his eyes glancing from his cock to Jasper's face. I hold my breath while I watch them exchange a long, silent look. Then Jasper closes his eyes, and Edward slowly pushes.

I watch the slow progress of Edward's cock as it slides inside Jasper. My entire body is tense and trembling slightly. It feels like a year before Edward is all the way in. When he stops moving I finally take a small breath and feel Jasper exhale against my skin.

I look down to see him pressing his face into my stomach, while one of his hands rises up to take hold of my thigh. It's throws me off balance for a second, but I recover quickly by widening my stance, and putting a hand on his shoulder. He lets out another little sigh, and it makes me shiver.

Edward slides his hand up the center of Jasper's spine, and I reach out my free hand to touch his. He looks flushed, and a little overwhelmed, too. It's a very sexy look on him.

I give him an encouraging wink, squeeze his hand, and gesture for him to keep going. He shakes his head and gives me that same look like I'm made of gold. I smile a little wider and brace myself. He straightens up and rocks his hips into Jasper, who moans against me. Edward begins to move in earnest, rocking us in tandem with an amazing amount of strength. Jasper's grip on my thigh tightens with each new thrust as his mouth moves up my body to bite my nipple through my shirt. I moan, loving the sharp pleasurable pain. It turns me on, but I don't want him focusing on me right now.

I comb my fingers through his hair and dig my nails into his scalp. He grunts and lets go of my nipple, allowing me to lift his head, so he can look at me. His eyes are shining, and his eyelids are heavy. I can tell from his expression he's close to coming.

"You're close aren't you?" I look into his eyes him and try to sound as sexy as I can manage.

Jasper groans in response, and I take it as an affirmative. His eyelids flutter a little, and he's biting his bottom lip pretty hard. But he's not there quite yet. Good. I think to myself, because I want to push him over the edge.

"Do you know how sexy you look like this?" I've never had a lot of practice with talking dirty, but I've heard Jasper do it and he's a master, and I've got an really kinky idea that I'm hoping will blow his mind. "Seeing your tight ass wrapped around Edward's fat cock has me so fucking wet. I wonder if I could make you this hot if I strapped on a big dildo and fucked your ass. Would you like -"

I don't get any further because Jasper comes so hard he screams yes in my face and starts jerking around like he's having convulsions. Edward lets out an equally loud and impassioned scream of oh shit and slams his hips into Jasper. I try to hold on to Jasper, in an effort to keep both upright, but I quickly lose the battle. We collapse in a sweaty, panting heap.

Edward moves first, slowly getting up to dispose of the condom and wipe himself off. He returns to gently clean Jasper, who is trembling and oddly silent. He has my leg pinned under his shoulder, and I can't summon enough energy to move him. Instead I try to brush his hair from his face. His silence has me worried, but he flinches away from my touch and covers his face with his forearm.

I look at Edward for help, confused and a little guilty that I did something wrong. He shakes his head, as if to tell me it's all right, but I don't buy it. Jasper's acting very weird, and I know it has to be my fault. I'm about to open my mouth to say something, when Edward holds up his hand. I nod, waiting to see what he's going to do.

He slides his arms around Jasper and places a kiss on his shoulder to still him. I watch them rise up, Edward still cradling Jasper in his arms, and for a moment they stay kneeling above me. Their eyes are closed, and they sway slightly as Edward speaks. "It going to be fine."

Jasper nods but keeps his eyes closed. I can see shining trails of tears down his cheeks. Something in my chest tightens at the sight of his tears, and I immediately get up to move closer to them. Edward gives me a nod of encouragement, and I touch my hands to Jasper's face. His eyes finally open, and he looks right at me.

I don't know how to describe what I see, because I don't really see it. I feel it. From the top of my head down to my toes. Every part of me is connected to him like never before, and while it's overwhelming it doesn't scare me anymore. It just makes me smile.

"Hey, there," I whisper. I wish I could think of something more profound to say, but it seems to work.

"Hi, sweetness." His voice is a strained whisper, and he gives me a weak smile. "You know, you should warn a fella before springing something like that on him."

"But that would ruin the surprise," I argue with a laugh and lean into gently kiss him.

As soon as our lips meet the feeling multiplies, filling me to bursting, and threatens to overtake me. I don't panic, even though it takes my breath away and leaves me lightheaded. It's kind of incredible and beautiful that I can feel like this with him, too. He and Edward are something I never expected, could never have planned on, but I'm so fucking happy I have them.

I break the kiss and pull back to look at Jasper again. He looks back at me with that grin on his face, like he is the luckiest motherfucker in the world and he knows it. It makes me laugh, even as a little tear slips from the corner of my eyes.

"I love you, both." The words come out on their own and shock me as much as them, but I guess love does that.

I know it just knocked me on my ass.