Double The Ache

by Alexa Riley

  She moans around Wes’s cock and I’m so turned on just watching them. “Good girl. You’re doing such a good job, Amelia.”

  “I’m cumming,” Wes grunts before he holds himself in her mouth and groans.

  “Fuck, that looks good,” I say, knowing the kind of relief he’s feeling.

  I watch as she eagerly swallows down what he gives her. She pushes her ass against me, and I let out a little laugh. She’s horny again after getting a cock in her mouth and a finger in her ass. I slide another finger into her tight hole, and she moans. She was made for us.

  Wes pulls his cock out of her mouth and leans down to kiss her swollen lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, exhaustion in his voice.

  Amelia beams with pride as she works her hips against my fingers. Wes lies down on the bed under her and starts to suck on her tits.

  “We’re going to take turns in your pussy for a little while. Then we’re going to take you at the same time. One here,” I say, rubbing the sweet spot inside her pussy. “And one here,” I continue, flexing my fingers in her ass. “Do you think you can do that for us, little one?”

  “Y-yes,” she stutters as pleasure wracks her body, wanting this as much as we do.

  “You’re doing so good,” Wes says as he moves between her legs.

  I’m on my knees behind Amelia and she’s on top of Wes. I move my fingers out of her pussy and push her hips down so that Wes can slip his cock inside her. I keep my fingers in her ass as she inches her pussy down on him.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” he moans as her tight, pink pussy slowly lowers.

  He hisses as she takes inch after inch, her body primed and ready to be taken. When she’s about halfway down, he lifts her off and holds her steady for me. Then I take my turn, sliding into her sweet little honeypot and getting my cock wet.

  “Jesus, you were right. She’s so fucking tight.” I get about halfway, too, and have to stop. I pull out and Wes is there ready to take my spot.

  We go like this for a long time, each of us fucking her little opening an inch more each time.

  “Fuck, my turn,” Wes says, getting eager and taking her off my dick. He pushes himself into her and pops her pussy a few times before taking her off and holding her up for me again.

  We’re both getting greedy and fighting for her pussy. It’s too good, it’s too tight and we both want in it.

  I’m balls deep now, and she’s dripping juice. I can only manage a few pops before Wes is needing her bad. We both ache and I see his balls are tight. My cock is turning purple and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.

  “One more, one more,” he moans, thrusting up once, twice, three times. “Fuck, one more.”

  He goes fast, jacking his cock in and out before a trail of cum shoots out as he’s popping her off his cock. I see cream coating her thighs as I sink in and do the same. I fuck her hard four or five times before I feel her pussy pulled off me and my own trail of cum flows from her pussy. Wes is back inside her, and I watch as cream flows down the sides of her thighs now and all over his shaft. It’s running down between them as he growls out his release.

  He barely has time to empty his nut before I’m taking her back and jacking her off on me. Once I start to cum I growl it out and release it all into her, then pull out and squirt some on Wes’s cock. We both make a mess of her pussy but we’re not done yet.

  Wes grips his cock and squirts some of his cum on my dick before I take my fingers out of her ass. I bring my cum-covered cock to her tight hole, and when I press inside her, she doesn’t fight it. It slides in smooth and easy, and she moans as I fill her.

  Wes slides his cock back into her pussy and I feel the pressure from his length through the thin barrier that separates us. Our dicks rub together inside her as the three of us join together.

  Amelia’s legs are shaking as we hold her steady and work in and out of her. We alternate thrusts so that the ridges of our cocks and our thick heads are touching her in all the right places. She clings to Wes as I grip her ass and kiss her back.

  “Oh god, I’m cumming!” she cries as her back arches against me and her body trembles.

  “We’ve got you,” I say, and reach around to pinch her nipple.

  I nod to Wes, letting him know we’re all going at the same time. He reaches between her thighs and rubs her clit, giving her the exact touch she needs. She’s unable to fight it anymore and screams out her release, falling over the edge.

  Every nerve ending in my body is attuned to this moment and I have no choice but to sink into her one final time and release all that I can give her.

  I feel the pulses from Wes’s cock as he empties inside her pussy.

  The three of us together is messy and raw, but it’s the dream Wes and I have always had. One woman for both of us to love, to cherish, and to take care of. The sex is what we always wanted, but that’s just part of it.

  As we pull our cocks from her body, she collapses onto Wes’s chest. He turns so that she’s on her side and I spoon behind her. The three of us lie there, trying to catch our breath as Wes and I pepper kisses all over Amelia’s body.

  “I don’t think I’m going to survive the two of you,” she says breathlessly and we laugh.

  “Just wait until we get you in that big tub,” I say, getting up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” she asks, turning to reach for me while holding Wes with her other arm.

  “To start the water. It’s going to take an hour to fill up that swimming pool.”

  Chapter Ten

  Amelia

  I roll over, reaching out for one of my men, and come up with only a giant pillow. I sit up and look around the room. It makes me giggle. Clothes, pillows, shoes and blankets are everywhere. I flop back on the bed and wonder where they went. I can’t help but smile. Last night was more than I could have ever dreamed up.

  I wondered how three people could be together, but they showed me how. It was the most perfect, mind-blowing experience of my life. I’ve never felt so connected with someone before, let alone two someones. It felt right.

  It makes me think that I haven’t given dating much of a try before because dating one man wasn’t meant for me. This is what I needed. I’d always felt a draw to Wes and Dean watching them on TV and now I know why. They were meant to be mine like I was meant to be theirs. That had be it. How else can I explain how fast I’ve fallen for them? How deep these feeling run inside me.

  I roll over and look at the clock on the nightstand. When I see the time I fly out of the bed. “Holy crap, I’m going to be late for my first day!” I scream. I jump from the bed, almost falling on my ass because my feet are tangled in the sheet. A little gasp comes from me when I feel the effects of last night all over my body. It's a yummy, sweet burn that makes me smile and forget for a moment that I need to get my butt moving.

  I grab a shirt I find on the floor and slip it over my head. The smell of Wes fills my lungs and I pause when I see a note sitting on the side table. I pick it up.

  Had to run to the stadium.

  Don’t leave condo.

  I roll my eyes and drop the note back down onto the table. I have to get to work. Maybe if their asses were here they could talk me into staying. I can’t be late on the first day I’m supposed to show up. Plus, they’re not even here to hang out with. I debate leaving a note of my own, but after their short note I decide not to. Besides, I’ll likely see them at the stadium. I’m surprised they’re there; it’s off season for them now.

  I go in search of my purse. I snatch it up and head over to my condo, where I take the world's fastest shower. I hate that I’m washing their smell off me. I remind myself I can easily get it back on me tonight. My core tightens at the idea.

  I braid my hair and put on some lip gloss and mascara. I stand in front of the mirror for a second and take my body in. Little hickeys mark my breasts and a few small bruises dot my hips. I run my finger along one. It’s small and I can tell their fingers caused it
. I don’t remember them happening, nor does it hurt, but I like seeing them there. I lean forward, looking at my swollen lips that are well loved and I blush. I’d never been kissed before, but Dean and Wes made up for lost time just last night. The evidence is all over my mouth and I wonder if people will notice.

  I find a pair of jeans and pause when I see the insides of my thighs. Heat floods my core when I see little marks all over the soft skin there, too. Holy crap, they were really making sure I’d remember our night together. It’s branded all over my body. I smile because I don’t care if it’s overly caveman and possessive. I want that.

  I grab my white work polo with the team’s logo on it. I decide to wear sneakers because I’m not sure what my day will consist of. I’m a physical therapist, so I don’t think they expect me to show up in slacks or a dress. I’m thinking casual but put together is best. I know I’m going to be on my feet a lot, but maybe not at first with it now being off season. I’m not sure what all I’ll be doing until they are back.

  Heading out, I glance over at the guys’ door. I would hear them if they were back already because they would be yelling my name. I snort at the thought as I hit the elevator button and pull my phone out of my purse. Maybe I should send my men a text. Thinking of them as mine makes butterflies dance in my belly.

  I was surprised they would slip out without waking me. I was in such a rush I hadn’t given it a ton of thought until now. After what we shared, what could be so important that they had to rush out? Maybe I didn’t mean as much to them as I thought.

  I push that thought from my head. That isn’t possible. Not after the way they touched my body. The things they said and did to me. I may not have known Wes and Dean for long, but I know they would never hurt me. I can feel that to my core.

  Unlocking my phone, I step onto the elevator. Something must have happened, and worry takes root. There is no other reason. I see I have a few missed calls from my dad and a few texts from my friend Mindi from back in New York. We lived in the same building and went to the same high school. She got married a few years ago and we still keep in contact mainly through text these days. We have gone in different directions in life.

  She wasn’t like most of the other girls I’d gone to school with. There wasn’t a snotty bone in her whole body. I often escaped to her place when my mother was entertaining and I needed to get away. Her home was always a safe haven and her parents were sweet, too.

  I’m disappointed when I don’t see anything from Dean or Wes, but then I remember I don’t have their numbers and they don’t have mine. Crap. I guess I missed that during the sex and them stalking me. I snort at my recap of our relationship so far.

  Relationship.

  The one word bounces around in my head. We are in a relationship, right? They said they've been waiting for the one and believe I’m it. This feels like more than boyfriend and girlfriend territory. Well, at least to me, but what do I know? This is my first relationship.

  I go to call my dad back, thinking maybe he has Dean’s or Wes’s number. Another text from Mindi lights up across my screen.

  Mindi: You gave your cherry to two men?!

  What. The. Fuck.

  How could she know that? It wasn’t even hours ago that this happened. No one should know. My heart starts to pound. Oh god. If she knows, that means that video of the guy filming at the restaurant last night must have been leaked or something. There is no other way. Another text fills the screen.

  Mindi: Answer me, brat face!

  I click her messages. I see link after link of articles with my name, along with Wes’s and Dean’s. I click one as the elevator doors slide open. The article starts to load as I walk out of the building. I freeze when I hear my name being shouted from every direction. I look up to see paparazzi everywhere. People shove microphones in my face and shout questions. I freeze, unsure of what to do.

  “Is it true you’re dating both Dean Farmer and Wes Green?”

  “Were you cheating on Wes and Dean with that man last night?”

  “Are they known to get violent?”

  “Have they ever hit you?”

  “What does your father say about this?”

  “Were you part of the deal when they signed an extended contract this morning?”

  That question hits me like a smack to the face.

  “How long do you think the NFL will suspend them?”

  My stomach knots. I push my way through all the people. I need to get to the stadium as fast as I can. Finding a taxi, I hop in and tell the driver to take me to the stadium. My hands shake as I try to call my dad. Tears leak down my face. This is all my fault.

  “Daddy,” I cry when he answers the phone.

  “Melly! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. Don’t leave your building. I got a call that—”

  “It’s too late,” I sniff.

  My picture is probably going to be everywhere, and I cringe when I think about my mother seeing it. I’m shocked she isn’t blowing up my phone already. She’s going to be livid. She likes everything shiny and clean and I’m guessing her daughter dating two men is nowhere close to shiny and clean to her.

  “Where are you?” he rushes to ask.

  “I’m in a taxi on my way to the stadium. Are you there?”

  “Yes. I’m here. Give me the taxi’s number.”

  I give him the four-digit number and I hear him talking to someone else about waving my taxi in through the gates so we don't have to make any stops.

  “Where are Wes and Dean?” My voice wobbles when I ask the question. I need to see them.

  “They’re here. I’m going to get them right now. They were about to leave to head your way.” Relief fills me. “I’ll tell them to wait.”

  “Thank you.” I sniff again.

  “Everything is going to be okay.” My dad tries to reassure me, but all the questions the reporters were asking bombard my brain.

  I’m not sure why I never thought about what everyone would say when they found out two star NFL football players shared a woman. I should have known it would be everywhere. But how does everyone know already? Wes, Dean and I haven’t even put a label on what we are. I’m sure athletes do all kinds of crazy, wild stuff. Why is this catching everyone’s eye? Why is it such a big story? Maybe because they have never been seen with a woman before and my dad owns the team they play for. Still, I want to know how everyone knows already.

  “I’ll see you soon, Dad.”

  I hang up before he can try and stop me. I can’t help myself. I have to look at some of the articles. I click back to the links on my phone and start reading. The fight. All off it was recorded and went viral. I cringe as I watch the video over again. If I’d never gone on that stupid date this wouldn’t be happening. I shake my head at myself. I don’t even feel sorry for that guy. He was a freaking slimeball and needed a good hit. I am, however, mad at myself and feel terrible I caused this mess for two men who have become my world in such a short time.

  I click on another link. An interview with the hostess from the night before fills my screen. Apparently she overheard everything that was said—telling them that Wes and Dean wanted to run a train on me and the other guy wanted to join but they didn’t seem into sharing me. I can see the jealousy in the girl’s eyes. I close it out, feeling sad and humiliated.

  There’s article after article about what happened. Most of it’s made-up crap, but some of it’s true. There’s a lot of speculation and I hate that people are shaming what Wes, Dean and I shared. People want answers to questions I don't even have answers to. I only just meet these men and people are talking about weddings and babies. Others are talking about sex clubs and swinging.

  My heart flutters at the thought of babies and marriage, but my stomach knots at the mention of swinging and sex clubs. I don’t see Dean and Wes being into that, but what do I know? I lost my virginity to two men who were into sharing one woman. Who knows what else comes with that? They might be okay sharing me between them,
but I’d never be okay with sharing them. Ever. The thought makes anger wash over me. I welcome it compared to the tears.

  The taxi pulls through the gates and goes right up to the back of the stadium. I toss my money to the driver as I get out of the car, then head for the back door. Before I reach it my dad is coming out.

  I barely get a hug before I’m being pulled inside and Wes and Dean are wrapping themselves around me. I melt into them, feeling better just being close to them.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble into one of their chests. I don’t know whose it is and it doesn’t matter.

  “Little one. Everything is going to be okay,” one of them says.

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble. This is all my fault. I never should have gone on that stupid date,” I say into Wes’s chest. I can tell it’s him now by how broad it is. Arms lift me up and I cling to him, never wanting to let him go, always by their sides. I feel safe here.

  “We aren’t doing this here. Give us a moment,” Dean says, I’m guessing to my dad. Wes moves down the long hallway before stepping into a room and shutting the door. He sits me down on the counter.

  “Your tears are killing me,” Wes grunts. Dean uses his thumbs to wipe at my face. I lean into his chest, needing his touch just as much as Wes’s.

  “She just wiped her nose on you,” Wes laughs. I have to bite back a grin because I did.

  “I don’t give a shit,” Dean says.

  Hands run along my back. “How much trouble are you guys in?” I ask. I pull back and look between both of them. They have worried looks on their faces. “Oh god, it’s bad, isn’t it?”

  “Slow down.” Dean cups my face before he leans in and kisses me softly and sweetly. When his mouth leaves mine, Wes is there next. I feel myself start to calm again. I keep working myself up.

  Wes pulls his mouth from mine and I want to be back in their giant bed, hidden away and not being forced to deal with this. Last night was so perfect. Not even twenty-four hours together and we are having to deal with all this crap.