Love Song

The Fire

    It lasts for five hours. 

    Five hours of a hot, sweaty threesome between my husband, my lover, and myself. I don’t want it to end, but at the same time, my p***y is getting sore from getting f****d by the both of them over and over again. 

    I glance behind Justin, whose c**k continues to pump inside me a mile a minute. He’s leaning over me, his face twisted in both pain and pleasure. Cal is standing behind him, at the edge of the bed. I can’t see his hands, but based on the angle, I’m guessing he’s holding Justin’s hips. Cal thrusts himself forward against Justin, and I realize he’s f*****g him from behind. They’re both grunting on top of me. 

    It doesn’t take long before Cal gets bored of this position. He pulls Justin off of me, laying down on the bed and pulling me on top of him. My back is against Cal’s stomach, his erection teasing the gap between my legs. Cal angles himself just right and shoves his hard c**k into my ass. I stifle a scream as the sudden pressure catches me off guard. 

    Cal grabs Justin’s arms, pulling him on top of me. Justin, seeming to get the hint, presses his erection inside my tight p***y. The gasp that escapes my lips is halfway between a scream and cry. The two of them, above and below, take the breath right out of my lungs. I try not to move, fearing any shift will make it end too quickly. My right hand grips the sheet underneath Cal, trying to keep my body steady. My other hand is on Justin’s back, holding him against me. Not that I need to. His erection pushes against me, in and out, dragging another orgasm out of me. 

    My body tenses up. 

    “Oh, God,” I breathe over and over.

    Underneath me, Cal is furiously pumping, the pain being replaced by an intense pleasure. Justin is getting closer to orgasm. I can feel the familiarity of his c**k as it begins to seize up. He finally lets go, and fills my p***y up, his muscles relaxing as he slides off of me. In response, Cal pulls out of me and stands up next to the bed. Before Justin has had a chance to recover, Cal drags him off the bed and onto his knees in front of him. 

    I roll on my side and watch as Cal grips Justin by his hair, a move I’m personally familiar with, and shoves his hard c**k inside Justin’s mouth. I watch Justin’s eyes go wide, his hands trying and failing to push Cal off of him. My fingers, almost of their own accord, sneak down past my belly, and I start touching myself while Justin unwillingly goes down on my lover. Something about watching Justin struggle against Cal’s firm grip is arousing beyond all reason.

    Cal shoves his c**k deeper down Justin’s throat, and my mouth pops open as he starts to c*m all over Justin’s open mouth and face. 

    “That was...um, something else,” Justin says, grabbing a towel from the closet and drying off from our shower. 

    Cal joined us, of course, and managed to pull a second orgasm out of Justin in the process. It was deliciously hot to watch. 

    Now that the s*x is over, I worry that the initial conversation is going to be...awkward. Instead, Justin and Cal are acting as if they’re old friends. It’s unreal. I sit back and watch them, curious how this is going to play out after today.

    “So, why did you come over today. You never told me,” Justin’s smiling at Cal in a way that tells me Cal has him eating out of the palm of his hand. 

    I feel a pang of jealousy. Cal is my lover, yet here he is, giving attention to my husband over me. I walk into my closet, ignoring both of them while I find a set of pajamas to slip on.

    “...Oh, uh...I’ll let Roz answer that one for you. Excuse me, I’ve gotta take this,” I hear Cal say from the main part of the bedroom. He must be getting a phone call. 

    I slip on my shorts as Justin walks up behind me. 

    “Roz?”

    I cringe as he uses Cal’s pet name for me. It sounds gross coming out of his mouth, toxic even. Thankfully, my back is to him. I compose my face before turning to face him, my boobs bouncing free still, not covered by my pajama top yet. 

    “What’s up?” I try to seem like none of what just happened is bothering me, but it’s hard when I feel like my world has just been upturned around me. 

    “Cal said I should ask you why he stopped by today?” Justin says it like a question. 

    It’s moments like this that I feel slightly disgusted by his lack of dominance. Sometimes I just want to shake him and scream that he should be more of a man, take control. But I know that would only make things worse, so I hold it inside, bottling it up like poison in my veins.

    “I asked him to come over,” is all I say, not sure if I should tell him the big news.

    “Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come home right away if you were in trouble,” he says.

    “I wasn’t in trouble!” I snap. “I just didn’t want to be alone. I was upset,” I soften my tone after he flinches away initially.

    “Why were you upset?” 

    “Because…” I drop my head and fold my arms to cover my breasts.

    Justin takes a couple hesitant steps closer, enough that I can smell his shampoo.

    “You’re leaving me,” he says flatly.

    “What?!” I gasp. “No! That’s not it.”

    “Then what? You’re driving me crazy right now with the silent treatment,” he grabs my hands in his, squeezing them tightly.

    “I’m...pregnant,” I say softly.

    Justin is taken aback. He lets go of my hands, letting them fall to my sides.

    “What?”

    “I’m pregnant. That’s why I went to the doctor today,” I say.

    “And you didn’t want to tell me because...it’s Cal’s?” Justin takes a step backwards.

    He looks like I just slapped him across the face.

    “No! I don’t know whose it is,” I say, hoping the mystery will improve his outlook a bit.

    It does.

    “Oh. I just assumed…”

    I shake my head.

    “I have no idea whose baby this is,” I look down at the floor, feeling incomprehensibly ashamed at my present situation. 

    My s****l escapades had finally caught up with me after all these years. I had been pregnant before, but I never felt it like this before. It was like one more problem with a very obvious solution. Now, it felt more complicated. For one thing, I know neither of these two men would want me to terminate the pregnancy. Both would be willing and wonderful fathers to this child, whoevers it is.

    “What are you going to do?” Justin asks, jumping into action mode.

    When I finally answer him, my voice hitches slightly.

    “I’m not sure.”

    Just then, I hear loud footsteps getting closer.

    “Roz! You need to come quickly. Someone set fire to the north side of your property!” Cal’s eyes are wide with shock. I slip my top on quickly just as Cal picks me up and starts to carry my down the hall to the stairs.

    “I can walk!” I shout.

    “I’ll get you out to your car, then your driver is going to take you somewhere safe. We’ll sort everything out here and wait for the fire department,” Cal says, ignoring me.

    He does, indeed, carry me all the way down the stairs. Justin runs ahead of him to hold open the front door. Two of my security team are right outside. One is holding open the car door, the other is on a cell phone talking animatedly.

    Cal sets me down and practically shoves me in the backseat of my SUV. My vehicle is surrounded by my entourage of two other vehicles which means this situation is a potential high risk threat. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be giving me a mandatory escort like this. I watch as Justin and Cal disappear behind me. If I had been given a few moments to process what was happening, I would’ve forced them to come with me in the car. 

    And then it comes into view. 

    A massive fire on the north side of my property. The smoke is billowing higher up into the skyline of the Hollywood Hills. I wonder what could have caused the fire. No one else’s properties seem to have been affected yet. I check the news on my phone which I managed to grab before Cal picked me up. Nothing there about the fire yet. It’ll be on there soon, I know it.

    As we pull out the front gate, I see a couple news vans pulling up. I sit back in my seat and crouch down, despite the fact that no one would be able to see me through the tinted windows anyway.

    I hear the sirens by the time we reach the end of my street. Then we pass a couple fire trucks. I plug my ears, the sound of their sirens is loud and high pitched.

    My mini motorcade weaves through the streets of Hollywood Hills, creeping closer to the smog-ridden city of LA. I glance through the back window of my car. I can see the column of smoke rising higher into the sky. I wonder how close it is to my house. 

    Flipping through my phone again, I finally find a live news station running the story. I turn the volume up on my phone to hear what the woman is saying. Her backdrop is my front lawn.

    “...those of you that have just joined us, what you are seeing behind me is the property of world-famous pop singer, Sapphire Rose, up in flames. The fire, which we were just told, started on the north side of her property. The cause is currently still unknown. The flames are getting dangerously close to the house as you can see here…”

    The camera pans over and zooms in on where the fire is currently burning a couple hundred feet from the side of my house. 

    “s**t,” I mumble.

    “A few minutes ago, Sapphire Rose, herself, who was in her home when the fire began, was escorted away by her security team. She is being taken to a safe house at an unknown location according to her PR manager, who we just spoke with. We’ll be onsite monitoring the fire closely. This is Susan Durant with Channel 4 News.”

    The live feed continues but without commentary now. The camera remains on my house as the flames lick closer and closer to the outer wall. I can’t take my eyes away from my small phone screen. It starts to vibrate against my palm. A call is coming in. It’s Justin.

    “Hello?” I answer, my voice sounding strangled.

    “Roz? Are you okay? Where are you?” Justin sounds legitimately concerned. I hate that he’s still using Cal’s shortened version of my name. It doesn’t sound right coming out of his mouth.

    “I’m okay right now. I’m not sure where we are,” I glance out the window, watching small side streets I don’t recognize fly by.

    “Where are they taking you? We can meet you there when things settle down over here,” he says.

    The way he’s already using the term “we” meaning him and Cal, makes me nauseous. How did I suddenly end up in some kind of polyamorous-threesome relationship-type thing? What is happening?

    “I have no idea,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest. I realize I’m wearing the pajamas I slipped on right before everything fell into chaos. I hope no paparazzi get pictures of me in this.

    “Okay, well, when you find out where they’re taking you, let us know,” Justin replies, completely oblivious to the venom in my tone. 

    He hangs up without waiting for my response. I hold the phone away from my ear, infuriated that he didn’t even give me the chance to ask how things were going at my house. The house I bought with my mountains of money. I continue to fume in the backseat while my drive focuses on the back of the lead vehicle. 

    After a few more minutes pass by without any more details, I decide to speak up. After all, these are my vehicles, my security guards, and it’s my f*****g life. I should have some kind of say, a voice, in what happens to me.

    “Phillip, where are we going?” I ask loudly, leaning forward.

    He looks at me in the rearview mirror, his sunglasses shielding his eyes from the bright sun.

    “I’m not sure, Mrs. Ferrera. I just follow the leader, so to speak,” Phillip replies, gesturing to the lead vehicle.

    I sit back against the leather seat. My phone starts to vibrate again. I glance down at the screen. This time it’s Helena. God. Not exactly who I want to talk to, but if I avoid her call, she’ll keep calling until I finally answer. 

    “What’s up?” I don’t even bother with the standard greeting, my patience wearing thinner than my waist after lipo.

    “Oh, my God! Are you okay? What’s going on? I just saw the news!” 

    Helena sounds completely beside herself. It’s MY house, but everyone else is sucking the panic right out of me. I’m the one that should be getting comforted. I’m the one that should be getting reassured. Not the other way around.

    “I don’t know. My guys are taking me somewhere safe. No, I don’t know where, before you ask. And no, I don’t know if my house is still standing. I don’t know anything because no one will f*****g tell me a goddamn thing!” I lose my firm grip on my anger, unleashing it full-force on my poor agent.

    Silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

    “Let me see what I can find out. I’ll call you right back,” Helena says, deadly serious.

    I know she will get to the bottom of what’s happening. She has a way of finding things out for me. It’s why I pay her what I pay her. She’ll have intel for me soon. I pull up the live news feed again, noting how close the flames are to my house now. The reporter still isn’t back in frame. They must not have anything new to share. I can see several firefighters holding hoses, trying unsuccessfully to stop the fire from spreading. 

    I turn it off again and lie down on the backseat. I refuse to watch my house burn down on live television. I just can’t do it. In the darkness of my bulletproof SUV, I close my eyes and try to think of anything but my house burning to the ground. The smooth roads eventually lull me into a deep sleep.