Fire Burning

Personal Desire

I didn’t wait for an answer.

The moment the door opened, I stepped inside—pushed past Ari without a word.

He blinked once, caught off guard. Jeremy was seated on the edge of the bed, hoodie half-off, T-shirt rucked up around his stomach like he’d just dropped into that spot and hadn’t figured out what to do next.

Both of them froze.

I turned toward them, heart pounding but voice steady.

“What is this?” I asked. “What are we doing?”

Ari leaned back against the door, slow, deliberate. His eyes locked on mine. “You tell us.”

Jeremy’s gaze dragged down my body like he was already imagining the answer.

I stepped forward, toe to the edge of the rug. “Because if we’re just pretending like today didn’t happen—”

Ari crossed the space between us in two strides.

He grabbed my chin, gently but firm, tilting my face up.

“No one’s pretending anything.”

Jeremy stood.

The heat in the room spiked.

“You walk in here like that,” Jeremy said, voice low, “you don’t get to act innocent.”

“I’m not acting,” I said, breath catching.

“Good,” Ari muttered. “Because we’re done holding back.”

I barely had time to react before Ari kissed me.

It was rough—nothing like earlier. His hand tangled in my hair, the other already sliding around my waist and pulling me into his chest.

Then Jeremy was behind me. His hands slid under my shirt like he’d never stopped touching me to begin with.

I was sandwiched between them again—only this time, I didn’t hesitate.

I gasped into Ari’s mouth as Jeremy’s teeth grazed my neck from behind. My shirt was being pulled upward, arms raised before I could even process it. Then the cool air hit my skin.

My bra followed. Tossed somewhere I couldn’t see.

Jeremy’s palms were suddenly full, warm skin on mine, his fingers dragging slowly over my breasts as Ari kissed down my throat, one hand sliding over my jeans, thumb pressing between my thighs just enough to make me shake.

“Tell us what you want,” Ari breathed.

“You,” I whispered. “Both of you.”

Jeremy groaned.

Ari smirked. “Then don’t hold back.”

Clothes disappeared.

Jeans unbuttoned. Tugged down. Fingers tracing the waistband of my underwear, pulling slow, like they wanted me to feel the anticipation build second by second.

I stepped out of them, naked now except for the way they looked at me—like I was something holy.

Jeremy pulled me back into him. His lips were all over my shoulder, down my back, whispering things I couldn’t fully catch.

Ari knelt in front of me, hands sliding up my thighs. His mouth brushed just below my bellybutton.

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, eyes wild, voice deep.

He spread me open with both hands and kissed me—slow at first, then deeper. Tongue dragging, tasting, until my knees buckled.

Jeremy caught me.