My hand is still over the top of his and I feel all this like it’s me spreading her folds apart, and suddenly I can’t stand the fact that he’s inside her and I’m not. I rip the crotch of her panties and seek out her warmth.

JD laughs. “Fuck, Ark. You’re possessive today, dude. If you wanted in, all you had to do was say so.”

“Fuck you, man. I saw her first and you know I did.”

He shrugs and withdraws his hand from her pussy. “You take the front, I’ll take the back.” His hand dips deeper between her legs, seeking out her asshole as I push my fingers inside her pussy, taking his place. Blue Eyes moans, turning her face towards me, her tongue licking my lips as we fill her up. “Kiss me,” she begs. “Kiss me.”

I tighten my squeeze on her throat and pull her forward so she’s at an awkward angle. She readjusts the leg still draped over JD’s leg, her knee coming forward towards me, closing her legs. But it’s too late for that move, because we are both deep inside her.

I bite her lip as I kiss her and she opens her mouth wider. I picture what it would be like to stuff my cock down her throat as I add another finger to the party between her legs. JD does something to her ass that makes her gasp, and then she’s moaning, and writhing, and panting into my mouth. My thumb finds her clit and I strum faster and faster until her muscles clamp down on our fingers and she explodes between us.

She comes so hard, both her arms spread wide, one around each of us, and we hold her like that.

It’s just the three of us.

Our uncontrollable lust for a lost girl.

The rumble of the city waking up.

And the rain.

My cock is so hard, all I can think about is getting this girl’s mouth all over it. JD grabs her hair and pulls her head back. “She’s gone, man. Dust.”

And she is. The little bit of action she gave us is officially over. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, her breathing is deep, and her body is limp. I slip my arms around her waist and get to my feet, bringing her with me, then slinging her light body into my arms like I’m cradling a child. “She’s cold, too. She’s shivering like a motherfucker.”

I look over at JD as he gets to his feet. He squints at her and then puts a palm on her upper arm. “Yeah, she’s way cold. We probably should’ve done this inside. What do you want to do with her?”

I take a breath. Because it’s a good question. One we didn’t think through.

“We should warm her up before we kick her out.”

Fucking JD. I shake my head and laugh at him. “We’re not throwing her out, asshole. She’s way too out of it. Let’s just go inside and get her out of these clothes.”

“Put her in the tub, Ark. She can warm up that way.”

I carry her through the living room. My feet and clothes are soaking wet, so I leave a trail of water across the dark gray polished concrete floors as I take her to my bedroom. I’ve got the only bathtub. The other two bathrooms only have showers. JD pushes past me and gets there first so he can turn the water on. It blasts out as I hold the girl and look at myself in the mirror.

What a strange day.

I’ve never had a girl up here in my room. I don’t like to date. It just complicates things. Plus, almost all the girls I know do porn and I’m not interested in that kind of girl.

I turn back to JD. “I’ll hold her up, you take off the dress.”

JD turns back to me as I set her on her feet. She does not stand on her own, so I really do have to hold her up. JD grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up so he can pass her arms through the skimpy straps holding it on. It’s such a thin dress. Something you’d wear on a hot summer day. Not something you spend the cold October night in.

As soon as JD pulls up the dress up over her head, we see the bruises. “Fuck,” he says as he maneuvers her other arm through the last strap of fabric. “What the fuck?”

I turn her so I can see them in the mirror. One is a welt across her shoulders, another branches off and climbs up her neck, half hidden by her wet hair. Underneath the yellowish hue are the faint remainders of scabbing.

On her back are the healed ones. Long gashes. Dashes of scar tissue that cross her back like stripes on either side of her spine. And between those are the knifeplay scars. They are scattered between the stripes like so many broken pieces of glass.

“She was caned and cut,” I say. “Pretty hard and deep from the looks of it. And for a pretty long time.”

JD just shakes his head and walks back over to the tub to check the water. “Just put her in here. It’s deep enough now.” She doesn’t struggle when I pick her up and set her in the tub while JD strips down, throwing his wet flannel and t-shirt on the floor, and then dragging his soaked jeans down his legs.

His cock is hard and he pumps it a few times before he climbs into the tub and positions himself behind the girl’s back before sitting down, holding her close to his chest with his legs on either side of hers. “Go get your camera, Ark. I want pics.”

“Why?” I ask. “We can’t use them for Ray.”

“For me,” he says as he leans into the girl’s ear. And then he ignores me as he talks softly to her. I’ve seen JD in action. I’ve filmed him getting hundreds of blowjobs. I’ve seen his cock more than anyone on this planet. I’ve heard all the dirty talk he’s got in his repertoire, time and time again.

And that’s not what this is.