Three and Out

by Meghan Quinn

  “So, how did I do?” Jesse asked, as he squatted down to the floor.

  “You were awesome!” Isaac said, as he wrapped his arms around Jesse’s neck and hugged him. Jesse was thrown off balance for a second before he steadied himself by placing a hand on the ground.

  “Thanks, buddy. So, I’m taking it you enjoyed the game with my friend Dash over there.”

  Isaac nodded his head. “This has been the best day of my life.”

  At the confession, Ashlin’s heart melted as she watched the three boys talk about the game and analyze their favorite plays. A short time later, Ryker popped into the room and gave Isaac, who almost looked like he was about to pass out, a high five. They all stood in front of the counter and Jesse picked Isaac up and put him on his shoulders and posed for a picture. They did a couple of poses, the boys all holding Isaac up as he laid horizontally, and some fake tackling pictures where it looked like Isaac was tackling all three at the same time. They made sure to be careful of Mason’s knee, but they had a good time, and Ashlin captured all the pictures, making sure to send every single one of them to Piper and Hannah, who gushed back.

  “Let’s go see the locker room,” Ryker called out, as Isaac hopped on his back and continued down the hallway. Mrs. Wilson and Mason followed, talking about what a great day this was for her son and how grateful she was.

  Jesse hung back, and once the room was clear, he cleared his throat as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and said, “Hey gorgeous.”

  “Hey yourself,” Ashlin sauntered over to him, feeling a little weak in the knees.

  Uncrossing his arms, Jesse rested his hands on Ashlin’s hips and brought her a little closer to him. “Did you have a good time?” he asked in a husky tone.

  “I did. You boys are seriously so amazing. I feel like my heart can’t take any more.”

  “No? So, I probably shouldn’t kiss you, should I?” Jesse asked, as he pulled her in even closer.

  “Probably not, you don’t want to make my heart explode.”

  “If it means kissing you, I think I do.”

  Before she could protest, Jesse spun her around so her back was up against the wall and cupped her cheeks. Slowly, he lowered his lips down to hers and pressed a very gentle kiss on her mouth. It was gentle, but there was something behind it, some kind of urgency…like he needed as much of her as possible and as soon as possible.

  “You taste so good,” Jesse mumbled, as he kissed along her jaw.

  “You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep kissing me that way.”

  “Maybe I want to get in trouble.”

  “We both know that’s not the truth, because you wouldn’t leave Isaac alone with those two fools.”

  Jesse pressed his forehead against Ashlin’s and said, “Damn, you’re right. They’ve probably already corrupted him, especially Ryker.”

  Patting his cheek and pushing away, Ashlin freed herself from Jesse…reluctantly.

  “Go save the poor boy, and maybe later tonight we can work some more on that kissing thing.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” Jesse smirked, as he jogged after the boys.

  Ashlin followed slowly behind, trying to catch her breath. Watching Jesse jog away in his tight jeans and form-fitting shirt had her clenching her thighs together and begging for some sweet release soon. She knew it wouldn’t be tonight, because Jesse was “taking it slow,” but it had to be soon. She didn’t know how much more she could take. The man had sex god written all over him, and she wanted a piece of him.

  **Mason**

  “The boys smoked it today, don’t you think?” Mason asked Piper as they got ready for bed. Mason was sitting on the counter, brushing his teeth and talking, while Piper washed her face.

  Drying off her face, Piper said, “They killed it…at the end.” Mason gave her a “please” look, but then Piper added, “Did you fail to realize it was tied up until the last two minutes of the game?”

  “Technicality.” Mason spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth.

  The boys played amazing; they held Jake on defense, which was impressive in itself, and Jesse was able to deliver in the end to Ryker. A pang of jealousy and insecurity had run through Mason’s body as he watched his team play without him. They looked so smooth, like a well-oiled machine…as if they’d never need Mason back on the team. The realization hit him like a brick wall that maybe he wasn’t as necessary as he thought he was.

  The sound of running water and Piper ridding herself of her toothpaste fell in the background as Mason thought about his future with the team. What if they went on to the playoffs and won the whole damn thing without him, what would that mean?

  “Hey,” Piper rubbed his legs as she stepped in between them. “What’s going on? I don’t like seeing that frown on your face.”

  “Just thinking,” Mason replied, as he tried to hop off the counter, but Piper wouldn’t let him get by.

  “What are you thinking about? Talk to me, Mason.”

  Mason took a deep breath and looked into Piper’s silver eyes. “I’m just feeling like a tool bag right now?”

  “Why?”

  “Because my mind is running a mile a minute about how the boys don’t need me anymore, and for some godforsaken reason, it’s making my throat all tight…” Mason replied, as he touched his neck.

  A small smirk spread across Piper’s face as she figured out what Mason was trying to say.

  “Are you…going to cry?”

  “No!” Mason said too quickly. Taking a deep breath, he repeated, “No. I just don’t like the idea of the team being able to win without me. It fucking hurts that they don’t need me to win.”

  Piper cupped Mason’s face and leaned in to him so he could feel her warmth.

  “You silly man. They barely squeaked by with a win today. Can you imagine what they’d be able to accomplish if you were on the team? They wouldn’t be biting their nails at the end of the game, wondering if they would be able to pull out a win. Believe me, everyone misses you and wants you back on the field. You should have heard all the fans at the bar; they’re still mourning your injury.”

  Mason perked up a bit. “Are they?”

  Laughing, Piper said, “Yes. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself, and let’s go to bed. You need your rest for your long road of recovery.”

  Mason hopped off the counter with the help of his crutches and walked toward the bedroom. “Five questions tonight?” he asked over his shoulder.

  “You start.”

  They both settled into bed, turned toward each other, and rested their heads on their pillows as they held each other’s hands up by their faces. It was a natural position for them now.

  With his free hand, Mason twirled a strand of Piper’s curly hair in his finger as he asked, “First celebrity crush.”

  Quirking the side of her mouth, she thought for a second before answering, “I would have to say Jonathan Taylor Thomas.”

  “Simba?” Mason asked, a little perplexed.

  “Yes, Simba. He was a hottie back then. Total stud. He grazed every Tiger and Teen Beat magazine out there.”

  “Did you have posters of him pinned to your walls?”

  “What kind of fan would I be if I didn’t?” she asked seriously.

  “Damn, I’m so embarrassed for you right now,” he chuckled.

  “Your turn. What did you used to jerk off to in high school?”

  “Seriously?” Mason laughed. “There is something wrong with you.”

  “Answer the question.”

  “Well, since you really want to know. I was blocked from using any kind of porn sites back then, since my mom made it her mission to censor everything. It was kind of pathetic for me, but I had a really good friend, Jimmy, who used to go to Vegas with his parents all the time, since they did some part time technology work out there, and he would bring me home showgirl pamphlets that he found on the street. I got a notebook, taped them all on there, and that was my stroke book.�
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  Piper was giggling to herself with her hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God, did you label it your stroke book on the front?”

  “No, I didn’t want my mom to notice it.”

  “Oh, you poor horny little boy. Vegas showgirl pamphlets. Wow!”

  “Ok, Mrs. Simba.”

  Not taking offense, Piper responded back, “Looks like you’re losing your wit there Dashel.”

  Rolling his eyes, he asked, “Favorite place you have ever lived.”

  “Is this a trick question?”

  “How would it be a trick question?”

  Piper played with Mason’s hand in hers as she said, “Am I supposed to say Denver because you’re with me?”

  Chuckling, Mason said, “No. Be honest.”

  “Well…” she thought. “I’ve lived in North Carolina, Kansas, Seattle, San Diego, and Denver. I would have to say San Diego is my favorite, because I’m a beach kind of girl and the cold winters are not my favorite thing, but I do love it here…the views, by far, beat out the ones in San Diego.”

  “Same here,” Mason said, as he leaned in and kissed Piper on the lips.

  He meant for the kiss to be a quick peck, but the moment his lips met hers, he didn’t want to pull away…and from the way her body scooted closer to his, she didn’t want to pull away either. Her body slowly pressed against his as their legs entwined together. Their noses touched as their kiss deepened, taking away any air that lay between them.

  Normally, they would keep their distance from each other while in bed, but there was only so much anticipation Mason could take, especially when he had to sleep next to Piper every night. She was every one of Mason’s fantasies come true…from her vibrant hair, to her sassy personality, to her long legs and firm ass. She was perfection, and she was all his.

  A light moan escaped the back of Mason’s throat as she played with his tongue against hers. He didn’t mean to show her how much she affected him, but he couldn’t help it.

  With her small hand roaming down his back to his waistband, Mason felt himself grow hard. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, so the skin-on-skin contact from her hand roaming his back was exciting him more than it should.

  His free hand explored her thin tank down to her boy shorts that were just short enough to expose a little bit of her ass cheeks. Mason’s hand ran over her behind, down to where her shorts ended. The exposed skin at the bottom was such a turn-on that he grew even larger.

  There was a point in time where Mason could stop all forward sexual progress, but the minute Piper slipped her hand to the front of his shorts and gently cupped Mason, he knew there was no turning back; there was no way in hell he would be able to.

  Instead of pulling away, Mason moved his hips into Piper’s hand, making her break out in a smile. Her mouth pulled away from his, causing a groan to escape his mouth as he tried to get closer, but she stopped him. He was teetering on losing all self-control, and her pulling away from him wasn’t helping.

  “Baby…” he breathed heavily as he looked her in the eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “This…” she said as she sat up, took her shirt off, exposing her beautiful chest, and quickly straddled him. Her warm center pressed against his erection in just the right way that, with a couple of strokes, he knew he would lose all his dignity.

  Looking up at her, in the light of the moon, Mason knew she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her skin was soft and porcelain-like, especially in the rays of the moon beaming in through the windows.

  Her hips started to move against his crotch, instantly causing the best kind of friction between them. With every move of her hips, Mason slowly slipped away from his hold on control. She really was a devil woman.

  Laying out her body on top of his, but continuing to casually move her hips, she pressed her bare chest against’ Mason’s and leaned over to kiss his mouth, gently. Her lips barely caressed his mouth as her hips barely caressed his dick. The sensation only drove him to want more…and harder.

  “Fuck,” he breathed out as his hands went to her hips and pressed them harder against his crotch. “I’ve missed you,” he confessed.

  “I’ve missed you too, Mace.”

  Testing the constraints of her boy shorts, Mason slipped his hands under the waistband and cupped her delectable ass, forcing her down harder on his crotch, which made him moan even louder.

  “Feels so good,” he said, as his hips started to move.

  “Do you know what would feel better?” she asked, as she started to shimmy down his body until her head met the little tent he was popping.

  She pulled down his shorts, exposing his massive erection that fell against his stomach. Piper’s eyes widened with excitement as she took off his shorts, exposing his entire body. She removed her shorts, as well, so now they were both naked. She straddled his legs, making sure not to hurt his knee, and lowered her head until the tip of his cock was right before her mouth. Her little pink tongue darted out and took one swipe at his engorged tip.

  Moving her hands up his thighs, she calmly ran them to the inside and parted his legs, so they were a little wider, and so she could kneel between them. He felt his balls against the cool satin sheets as she made him spread his legs just a touch farther to accommodate her body. Everything felt so incredibly good, and he questioned himself for putting this off for so long.

  Her hand went to the base of his cock, as her other hand grabbed ahold of his balls, literally. She rolled them in her hand, which caused Mason to grip onto the sheets for dear life, just as she took him in her mouth. Her lips glided along his shaft as his hips pumped into her, there was no stopping them.

  Mason blew out a heavy breath as he tried to gain control of the feelings rolling through his body, but there was no hope. She was fucking him with her mouth and hands like no one had ever done before.

  His balls tightened as he felt himself about ready to explode.

  “Fuck, baby, stop. Stop!” he panted, as his hand flew over his eyes.

  Immediately, Piper stopped and pulled away from him.

  “Did I hurt you?” she asked in a panicked voice. “Is your knee okay?”

  “Yes,” he said heavily. “I just need to be inside of you. I want to feel that wet pussy of yours around my cock.”

  “Oh,” she said with a smile. “Where are your condoms?”

  “Are you serious?” Mason asked desperately, as he thought his cock was about to fall off from too much pressure at the tip. “Just hop on, baby.”

  “Mason…”

  “I’m clean, please, Piper. You’re on birth control, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “But nothing. Please, baby, you’re slowly taking the life out of my dick with every pause you make.”

  Running her hands up Mason’s body, all the way up past his pecs, to his neck, she gripped his face and kissed him on the lips. “You can’t always get what you want,” she whispered.

  “When it comes to your sweet pussy, I get whatever the hell I want. Now you can either hop the fuck on me, or I’ll pin you to this bed and fuck the shit out of your mouth.”

  “Well, they both seem tempting…”

  Mason growled, actually growled, and was about to flip Piper on her back when her hips headed south and her hand grabbed ahold of his dick, inserting it straight into her warm heat.

  “Ahh, fuck!” Mason sighed as his head flew back against his pillow.

  His eyes opened to find Piper with her head back, exposing her neck, and her tits bouncing in his face. Naturally, his hands moved up to her breasts and played with her nipples, which made her moan his name out loud. Her hands found his chest as her head fell forward from his assault on her nipples and her breath hitched as she tried to gain control of the pressure starting to build between them.

  “Oh, God,” she hissed between her teeth as her hips started to fall harder on his with unbelievable pressure. Every time her hips slammed down on his, she swirled them at the
same time, sending a sensation through Mason’s body that he’d never felt before. She was hot as hell…and a fucking mastermind when it came to fucking him cowgirl style.

  “Christ, I’m gone, baby,” Mason cried out, as his balls seized on him and his hips rapidly flew into hers. He could feel the veins in his neck tense as he went completely numb and blew everything he had into Piper. Seconds later, as he started to slowly ride off his orgasm, Piper clamped around him, threw her head back, and screamed out his name as she came apart, making his orgasm last even longer.

  Her hips continued to slowly rock as they both tried to catch their breath. There was nothing between them anymore, everything was out in the open…they had nothing left to hide.

  Piper spread across Mason’s chest as he rubbed her back, still connected. Occasionally, he would kiss the top of her head as she nuzzled into him. He could sleep like this, no problem.

  “I love you,” he whispered, wondering if she was sleeping.

  He found out his answer when she whispered back, “I love you, too.” She leaned up, gave him a light kiss on the mouth and then rested her head back against his chest.

  “I have another question for you,” she said.

  “Go for it.”

  “Best sex you’ve ever had.”

  “Well…there was this one girl, Margie…”

  Piper sat up in disbelief as he laughed and stroked her face with his thumb.

  “Baby, you know it’s you. That shouldn’t even be a question,” he added quickly, before he ruined the moment between them.

  “It better be,” she said, as she gave him a little tweak to the nipple.

  “Damn,” he shouted, as he rubbed his nipple. “Payback is a bitch, babe. Just remember that when your naked nipples are hanging out for my death grip.”

  “Bring it, Dashel,” she replied, as she moved her body back on top of his.

  They settled into a comfortable silence as he rubbed her back and she stroked his chest. It was moments like this that made him forget about the long journey they took to get to this point, because nothing could beat the feeling of having Piper, naked, and in his arms.