by Madison Faye
“You like football players, baby?”
The second guy suddenly stepped right up to me, and before I could even say or do anything, I felt his hand slide across and grab my ass.
“Get your hands off of me!” I tried to move away from him, but suddenly both other guys were right there, crowding around me.
Suddenly, the door to the main house just exploded in.
The three Gator players whirled, but they were being shoved to the side and knocked down by…
Wow.
By Tucker Morgan and Russ Whitley.
The two of them roared like wild animals of some kind as they pounced on my would-be attackers — fists crashing into faces and wild rage in their eyes as they took on all three of them. The first guy got up, blood dripping from what looked like a broken nose as he lurched at Tucker. But Russ was suddenly between them, his hand closing around the Gator player’s throat before he tossed him backwards, sending him crashing through a plywood coffee table.
Russ and Tucker both turned to me, their shoulders heaving and this intense fire in their eyes as they looked at me with concern.
“You okay?”
Tucker’s face was tight, his jaw clenched as he took a hesitant step towards me. He must have seen the confusion in my eyes, because he stopped himself, quickly shaking his head.
“We’re not going to hurt you, Kerri.”
I blinked, and I was about to say something silly like “You know my name?” before I remembered the other night.
“Yeah baby, suck that fat cock, Kerri.”
Yeah, they knew my name alright.
Russ peered at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, still blushing at the memory of what I’d seen in that locker room with these two guys. “I’m- Yeah, I’m fine.”
He shook his head at the three guys moaning on the ground. “Can’t believe these assholes tried to-”
Suddenly, a guy from the party wearing a Longhorns jersey stuck his through the shattered door to the sun porch.
“Tuck, Russ, there’s about to be troub-” he glanced down at the three players on the ground and smirked. “Well, shit, yeah I guess that’s what.”
Tucker frowned. “What’s up, Sean?”
“Gators, man. They’re looking to start some shit, and I think you two knocking these fools out may be the push they’re looking for.”
Russ swore. “We can’t go fucking brawling another team a week before we play them.”
Tucker nodded. “Yeah, Sean, make sure no one from our team doesn’t anything. Have them just get the fuck out of here.” He turned back to to me, still standing there in almost a daze at what I’d just seen. “We should get you out of here too, actually. You live on campus right?”
I nodded.
“We’ll walk you.”
And then somehow, three minutes later after I told an incredulous looking Ashley where I was going, and with whom I was going there with, I found myself walking across campus with the two most infamous, hottest men on campus, who’d I’d seen jerking off in the showers while fantasizing about me.
To say that I was buzzing with nervous excitement wouldn’t quite do it justice.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I grinned as Tucker asked the question for the fifth time.
“I really am okay, thanks. They were just being creeps is all.”
Above us, thunder rumbled ominously, and the wind started to pick up as we rounded the corner off of Greek row towards the main campus.
Suddenly, the words just tumbled out before I could stop them.
“Look, how- I mean, how did you know I was in trouble out there?”
Russ shrugged. “You disappeared. We got worried.”
“You knew I was at the party?”
“Of course we did.” Tucker nodded, walking on the other side of me. He turned and grinned at me. “Woulda been impossible to miss you walking in.”
I blushed in spite of myself, looking down at my feet as the wind started to pick up around us. “I’m not exactly the football groupie type, you know.”
Russ chuckled. “Yeah, we noticed.” He turned to look at me. “Believe me, we noticed.”
Suddenly thunder boomed across the sky, and in another second, rain just started to pour down on us.
I shrieked at the sudden dousing, but then immediately started laughing at how comical it was that the three of us were so suddenly drenched.
“Holy shit!” Tucker crowed, turning his head up to the sky and laughing.
“Gym!” Russ hollered, grabbing my hand and yanking me after him as he dashed towards the athletics center looming in the suddenly stormy darkness. I felt Tucker’s hand slip into my other one, and suddenly felt this blooming flush of giddiness surge through me at the feel of both their hands gripping mine as we all ran headlong for the gym.
Yes, science-nerd, not interested in football players me, getting giddy about, well, football players.
Tucker dug in his pocket and yanked out a key card, swiping it on the side door entrance, kicking the door in, and then pulling me inside.
“We’re both captains, so we get all-hours access cards for training or whatever,” Russ explained with a shrug, nodding at the card in Tucker’s hand.
We stood there in side hallway, panting and dripping, rain water pooling on the floor around us.
“Wow, that was nuts,” I said with a laugh. “Thanks so much for getting us inside-”
I looked up and suddenly stopped as I realize the two men were staring at me with this sort of hunger in their eyes. I bit my lip and started to raise a brow questioningly before suddenly it hit me.
My dress.
My very breezy, very summery, very white sundress which was now soaked through, completely see-through, and clinging to every inch of my body like a second skin.
My face went bright red at the same time as this forbidden rush went sizzling through my body. I mean the dress was all but transparent, and I knew they could see basically all of me since I’d gone bra-less in just a white thong underneath. My pink nipples were puckered and swollen from the cool rain, pressing like hard, totally visible points through the thin material. And I knew I should have been mortified, or or appalled, or at least made an attempt to cover myself. But I didn’t feel or do any of those things.
Because I liked how they were looking at me.
Russ cleared his throat first, and then both men looked away, as if suddenly realizing they’d been staring.
“We, uh, I mean, there are some towels in the locker room if you want to dry off. We could hang here until the rain lets up a little.”
I nodded, the spell slowly breaking from me as well, even though the lingering heat from their gazes still crept through my skin. “Yeah, that’d be great.”
Tucker grinned and jerked his head. “Follow us.”
Chapter 9
Kerri
“We’ll, uh, give you some space.”
I swallowed quickly, biting my lip as I smiled up at Tucker — that ridiculously chiseled jaw of his cracked into grin.
“Now’s when you give her the space, dude,” Russ chuckled from behind him, and I blushed even deeper as I realized I’d been staring at Tucker’s lips.
He grinned and shook his head. “Right, well, we’ll be around the corner drying off if you need anything. I’ll try and find you some clean dry gym clothes or something to change into.”
“Thanks,” I said quietly. I looked past him at Russ — at the dark scruff of his face and those piercing eyes of his that sent a shiver through me. “And thank you again for, you know, for back there.”
Russ nodded solemnly. “Any time, darlin.”
They gave me a final grin before they headed around the corner, leaving me alone in the last row of the men’s locker room. I quickly peeled the totally soaked sundress from my body, feeling my nipples tingle as the cold wet cotton dragged across them. I brought a towel to my hair, drying it as best as I could before I finally decided th
at my soaking wet panties had to go too. I kicked them off, blushing as I thought about being completely naked with Russ and Tucker just a few feet away on the other side of the row of lockers. I could hear them, presumably stripping their own clothes off not three feet from me, and that idea sent a tingle through my body.
“You good, Kerri?”
I blinked and shook my head at the sound of Russ’s voice, quickly wrapping a towel around my nude body as I cleared my throat. “Yep, I’m decent!”
There was a low whistle behind me, and I turned to see him standing there, his brow cocked, his jaw tight, and his eyes glued to me. He was wearing just a towel, wrapped tight around his insanely chiseled hips, a tantalizing trail of hair teasing down over his abs disappearing beneath terrycloth. “More than decent, I’d say.”
I could feel my cheeks go red as I looked at my feet, feeling that same illicit tingle creep through me.
“Woah, you guys see this?”
Tucker’s voice broke the spell, and Russ quickly grinned as he pulled his eyes away from me. “What’s up?”
“There’s a huge fucking hole in the wall back here.”
My heart jumped up into my throat. Oh, right, the hole in the wall — the one I’d looked through with my pussy absolutely dripping wet and my blood running hot while I watched these two gorgeous men stroke their cocks.
That hole in the wall.
I felt my cheeks going pink as I followed Russ around the corner to where a similarly towel-clad Tucker was standing next to the tarp, raising it up in one hand.
“Looks like they’re doing construction back here.” He chuckled. “Shit, you could walk right through into into the women’s room.”
Suddenly, his eyes dropped.
And my gut just dropped.
Because right there, on the floor of space between both tarps, was a white towel - my white towel.
…The one with my name monogramed on it.
It was like horrible slow motion as I watched Tucker bend down, pick up the towel, and frown quizzically as he brought it back up.
“Huh, looks like someone’s been back-”
His voice stopped, and he blinked as he suddenly opened the towel with “Kerri Lawson” stenciled in bright red letters across it.
“…Here,” he finished, a smile starting to tease the corners of his mouth. He looked up, his blue eyes flashing as he grinned right at me.
“Well well well,” he said with a chuckle, smirking at me as I stood there like a statue with the blood roaring in my ears. “You were in here?”
I said nothing, but Russ chuckled as he turned to me. “Shit, didn’t have you pegged for the peeping Tom type, darlin.” He grinned at me. “Watching all the guys in the showers, huh?”
“Not all the guy-”
I tried to stop my stupid mouth from saying anything else, but it was too late. Both of them suddenly went still, their brows shooting up as the whole room went silent.
I cringed and looked at my bare feet. “Okay, that came out wrong.”
“What’d you see, Kerri?”
Russ’s voice was dark and edged, and close. I looked up to see the both of them standing right in front of me, eyeing me intently with fiery gazes.
I swallowed quickly. “Nothing,” I said quietly, my voice small and my body practically on fire with how close they were. We were standing there in just towels, and I could practically feel the heat of their bodies radiating against mine — the smell of their manly scents washing over me and sending my senses reeling.
Tucker smirked. “Liar.”
I looked up, biting my lip, the flush spreading over my cheeks and the heat blooming between my legs. God, what was I doing here? Why had I come here with these two stupidly attractive men and basically stripped out of my clothes with them?
Because you wanted to.
The voice rose out of nowhere inside of me, but I knew it was right. I was here because I’d wanted to be here with the two gorgeous men I’d watched jerking off while they groaned my name.
“I saw you two,” I said quietly, this time not looking away as I let my eyes meet Tucker’s and then Russ’s.
“Hear anything?” Tucker growled, stepping closer to me.
I turned back to his face and nodded. “Maybe.”
God, my head was swimming. Both men were right in front of me, so close we were almost touching. And all I wanted to do was reach out and make that connection. I wanted to touch them, to run my fingertips over the hard muscles of their chests, to feel their biceps ripple under my palms.
“You like what you saw?” Tucker husked out, his hand coming up to lightly brush across my towel.
I nodded, unable to say a word as I stared into his face and felt myself falling into those eyes.
“And what you heard?”
Russ’s voice had my eyes pulling towards him and falling all over again as I nodded a second time.
“Well then,” Tucker fully grasped my towel in his hands, his lips against my ear making me shiver. “What should we do about that?”
Chapter 10
Kerri
I gasped as I felt Russ’s hand slide up my arm, and before I knew it, I could feel his lips brush against my other ear. I moaned as I felt both men move against me, both sets of lips warm and wet again the crook of my neck, both breaths hot on my skin. I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest, my whole body on fire for this illicit, burning hot moment.
Here I was, the science nerd with practically zero experience, and I knew I was one second away from possibly the hottest sexual experience I could possibly imagine, with not one but two of the last men I ever expected to be doing something like this with.
And God did I want it.
“If you don’t want this, say the word and we’ll walk away, Kerri,” Russ growled into my ear, his hand sliding over my towel and pulling gently at it. “Say the damn word and we’re gone. But if you do want this…” He trailed off and sucked my earlobe between his teeth, making me moan out loud as I melted into them.
“If you do, well shit, I’m not sure how much longer either of us can fucking control ourselves.”
I whimpered as I felt both of them move right against me, and felt two huge bulges pushing against me from either side. Tucker’s lips dragged across my other ear, his hand pulling at the other side of my towel.
This was it — this was my moment to walk away from this madness. This was my moment to turn around and go back to being shy, quiet Kerri who read biology books and wanted nothing to do with football or it’s players.
Except right then, I knew I wanted everything to do with it’s players. Two of them, to be exact.
So I didn’t walk away. I didn’t turn and flee.
I instead, I reached up, undid my towel, and let it drop.
And it was like flipping a switch.
The two of them attacked me like they were starving, and found myself gasping as Tucker kissed me fiercely. His lips were soft but demanding, his tongue pushing past mine to tangle with my own. I moaned into his mouth as I felt Russ’s mouth fasten on the small of my neck. I whimpered into the kiss as I felt two sets of hands move over my body, sending my body reeling as the two of them slid over skin, teased across nipples, and delved between my legs.
I felt myself being pulled away from Tucker, and turned just in time for Russ to pull me into his own lips. I moaned into his mouth as I felt fingers — who’s I don’t even know — sliding easily through the wet heat between my legs. The fingers found my opening and slid inside my pussy, curling inside and stroking that wonderful place. I moved from Russ back to Tucker, feeling fingers teasing my nipples in tune to of ones between my legs.
Slowly, the two muscled, gorgeous jocks pulled me down onto the changing bench, sitting me down and joining me on either side. My hands dropped on their own to their laps, and I moaned into Tucker’s lips as I yanked at both their towels. They switched again, Russ kissing me and Tucker dropping his mouth to my nipples as I pulled their towels
aside and gasped as two rock-hard cocks sprung hotly into my hands. I shivered, letting my small, inexperienced fingers wrap gently around the velvety shafts. The two of them groaned as I started to stroke them tentatively, Russ growling into my mouth and Tucker sucking harder on my nipples.
God they were so big. Seeing had been one thing, but feeling those two massive cocks in my hands had my pussy leaking even more wetness around Russ’s fingers as I whimpered into him. Stroking both of them like that was the hottest, wildest thing I’d ever done, and jerking off two men like that had my body on fire.
I turned back to kiss Tucker, but found him pulling me around and up onto the bench on my back. Russ moved between my legs, and I gasped as I felt his hands slide up my thighs and pull them gently apart. He looked up at me and grinned wickedly as he leaned forward and let his lips brush across my inner thighs.
“Please,” I whispered, shocked at my own voice as I saw his eyes flash. My head was laying against Tucker’s lap, his cock throbbing against my cheek. I turned my head, wrapping my hand around it, stroking as Russ kissed his way up my thighs.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I suddenly got up and flipped around, not even believing my own boldness as I got up on my knees right there on the locker room bench. I started to stroke Tucker, looking up into his face, and I could hear Russ groan behind me, his hands sliding up to grab my ass as his breath came hot against my bare pussy. I cried out suddenly as I felt his tongue drag through my lips. He pushed it in deep, wetly lapping at my juices and I moaned, pushing back against him.
I gasped as his tongue curled around my clit, teasing the aching nub there as my juices flowed down his chin. I could feel him teasing my opening with his thick, strong fingers, and he plunged two of them easily into me as he sucked on my clit. Russ growled hungrily as he lapped at me, his tongue dancing around my opening stretched around his plunging fingers. He curled them inside me, stroking them down and hitting that sweet spot as he latched his lips around my bud and began to suck.
