Unbroken Promises: a friends to lovers romance

by Nikki Ash

  Flipping over onto my back, I move my body towards Delilah. I’m too fucking tall so my feet are hanging off the arm of the couch, but that’s the least of my concerns right now. “Spread your legs, sweet girl,” I tell her, and she obeys, spreading her thighs for me. I back right up under her pussy, and with my hands gripping the globes of her ass, I get to work eating her out. I can’t see anything as I tongue her clit, but I can hear her moans and feel her losing control as she rides my face, her dripping cunt grinding against my mouth. My fingers come up and swipe at her juices, gliding them up to her ass. Then slowly, I push a single finger into her tight-rimmed hole. She grinds against me harder, moans louder, then she comes all over my goddamned face.

  Lifting her leg, I move from underneath her just in time to see her swallow Cole’s entire dick. I lift her body up and move her in between his thighs. She continues to suck him off while I roll the condom on. Then tilting her ass up slightly, I push into her warm, wet pussy, and fuck if she isn’t just as tight as I remembered. Using her hips as leverage, I pump in and out of her. My gaze meets Cole’s just before he closes his eyes and throws his head back.

  “I’m getting close,” he murmurs, his words causing me to fuck Delilah harder. Wanting to get her off once more, I reach around and find her clit. She bucks against my fingers, but I don’t let up, massaging that little fucking nub until she’s screaming out her orgasm, her legs shaking and her already tight pussy squeezing the shit out of my dick.

  “Hol-y fuuuck!” Cole groans, his eyes opening and meeting mine. “I’m coming,” he warns her, his gaze never leaving mine, as we both come inside Delilah at the same time.

  chapter ten

  Delilah

  “You have the opportunity to play ball in Michigan. Why wouldn’t you take it?” Cole and I are sitting at the dinner table with my parents, discussing college. We’re a month away from graduating, my chemo has finally ended—I’m thrilled to say while my hair has thinned, I didn’t lose it—and I’m hoping in the next month or so, I will be able to have my reconstructive surgery, so I can go to college whole again. Cole and I were accepted to a few different colleges, but unfortunately while Cole was accepted to TU, it was based on his grades and not to play ball.

  “I haven’t played in close to six months. I love playing, I do, but I’m not Xander. I’m not going to the NBA one day. I’d rather go to the same college as you two, then go off to Michigan just to sit on a bench.”

  “I agree with him, sweetheart,” Mom chimes in. “Michigan is far away. He would have to fly home and pay out-of-state fees because they didn’t offer him a full scholarship.” I know she’s right, but I hate that he’s giving up his dream to play ball. For years, that’s all he and Xander talked about.

  “What will you major in?” I ask.

  “I’ve been thinking I could major in physical education. Teach sports at a high school and possibly become a basketball coach.” He shrugs. “I would still be following my dreams—it would just be in a different direction.”

  “That’s a good goal,” Dad says. “Maybe we can have you and my daughter return after college to teach locally.” My dad shoots me a wink, knowing that my dream has always been to teach elementary school here where I grew up.

  “So, it’s settled,” Cole says, “Texas University here we come.”

  chapter eleven

  Delilah

  One year later

  “We’re celebrating! You are officially one year in remission, you’re tits are even perkier than before, we’re about to begin our sophomore year of college”—Cole slams two twenty-four packs of beer onto the counter—“and we’re living in this awesome fucking condo thanks to your parents.”

  Generally, freshmen are required to live in the dorms their first year, but because of my cancer, I was allowed to live off campus, since my parents submitted a medically necessary form to the university. They rented me a small one bedroom apartment walking distance from campus. I was glad for that, but it also meant Cole and Xander lived on campus while I lived on my own. Now that they’re able to live off campus with me, my parents purchased a three bedroom condo for the three of us to share, also in walking distance from campus.

  “I agree!” Xander adds, carrying the last of the boxes into the living room. “A huge blow-out celebration is in order.” He sets the boxes down and leans over to give me a kiss on my cheek. “But first, I believe a smaller, more intimate celebration is in order.” He waggles his eyebrows playfully, and I laugh.

  “The beds aren’t even put together yet!” I joke, knowing full well I’ll never turn down being with my guys. Even during my lowest point during my treatments—when I felt ugly with only one breast, scars from the surgery, no meat on my bones from throwing up, and my hair thinning like crazy from the drugs—the guys made me feel like I was whole again. They made love to me like I was their everything, and that’s more than most girls can say about the guys they’ve slept with.

  “We’ve done it in worse conditions,” Cole points out. “Like that uncomfortable as fuck haybed.”

  “Oh, fine!” I roll my eyes and let out a fake annoyed huff. “But don’t you dare make fun of my haybed!”

  Cole chuckles, then picking me up, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me down the hall to my room. I look up and see Xander following us down the hallway.

  When Cole throws me onto my bed, which is still on the floor, he pulls his shirt off and crawls over my body, bracketing me in his arms and placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m so glad you’re here, Delilah.” He kisses my nose. “You’re healthy and alive, and your heart is beating.” He runs his nose down the middle of my chest and gives my breast a kiss over my heart. This is something he’s said and done several times over the last couple years. It’s almost as if he needs to remind himself I’m not going anywhere.

  “And those tits,” Xander adds playfully to lighten the mood.

  “Yes, these tits are definitely a plus,” Cole agrees, lifting my shirt up and pulling my bra down. His lips wrap around my hardened nipple, and he sucks. Since my left breast had to be completely reconstructed, I decided since my right one was small—barely a B cup—I would get them both done. Now I have full D cups, and my guys love them. While I have almost no sensation in my left breast, I can feel everything in my right one, and they make it a point to give it a ton of attention.

  The bed dips down, and I look over at Xander who is lying next to me, in only his boxers. Pressing his fingers to my cheek, he turns my face towards him and kisses me. His tongue pushes through my lips and swirls around while my hand comes up and holds his face to me, deepening the kiss.

  Cole pulls down my jean shorts and panties and pushes his fingers into me as Xander’s lips break from mine. “Jesus, Delilah, you’re always so fucking wet,” Cole murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out of me.

  “Always,” Xander agrees, getting back off the bed and undressing completely. He comes back down to join us, his lips raining kisses all over my neck and face while Cole continues to fingerfuck me.

  “My turn,” Xander grunts, and Cole’s fingers are replaced with Xander’s. His fingers are rougher and go deeper. I glance down and see Cole’s face dip down, his tongue darting out as he licks my clit. My hips buck in pleasure, and less than a minute later, I’m coming all over Xander’s fingers and Cole’s tongue. The feeling of them worshipping my body—simultaneously working together to make me come—is something I never want to lose. I can’t imagine anyone making me feel more loved and cherished than Cole and Xander do.

  “That’s our girl,” Xander says with a grin. He lifts his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them. I glance over to Cole and see him give Xander a heated look and wonder if I asked Cole to lick my juices off Xander’s fingers, if he would. But before I can voice my dirty thoughts, Xander speaks. “Now flip over.”

  I do as he says and flip onto my knees, my ass in the air. I’m not sure who does it, but one of them smacks my ass cheek—probably Xande
r—he loves to smack my ass—then another smack and another. I turn my head and see the two of them looking at each other as they take turns smacking my butt. My pussy clenches with each smack, and I let out a heady moan.

  “Fuck, sweet girl, I love it when your ass is red,” Xander says, massaging the globes of my ass with both his hands.

  “I want to suck you guys off, please,” I groan. I learned quickly how much I enjoy giving head. I don’t know what it is about taking a man’s cock into my mouth, but I feel like I’m in complete control. Maybe it’s because I’ve had cancer twice, and both times it’s felt like every decision that came with being sick was out of my hands. I’m not really sure. I just know that I crave the control I feel when I’m sucking them off and bringing them to their knees in pleasure.

  They come around to the side of the bed, and Cole pushes his pants and boxers down. Both of their dicks are jutting straight out, and my mouth is watering at the idea of taking them both into my mouth. I start with Cole first, my lips wrapping around his swollen head, my tongue swirling over the tiny hole. My left hand comes up and fondles his scrotum while I take his entire length into my mouth. I feel his fingers weave into my hair, gently massaging my scalp. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing in bed, they both always make me feel adored and treasured. I pull my mouth off his dick and move to Xander. He likes it a bit rougher, so without any preamble, I take him all the way in, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat.

  “Fuck yes,” he groans, grasping the back of my head and pulling me closer as he forces me to take him even deeper. My thighs squeeze shut, and I hear him chuckle. “I love that it turns you on when you fuck my cock with your mouth.” He releases me, and I back up slightly, wiping the drool from my mouth that escaped, then I go back to Cole, putting him back into my mouth and fucking him slowly.

  I feel Xander’s hand on my ass, so I scoot slightly over, giving him better access. “I want this ass, sweet girl.” I moan my approval around Cole’s dick, eliciting a low groan out of Cole. I feel Xander spread my cheeks then feel lube dripping down my crack. After the first time Xander slipped a finger into my ass, I knew I would love ass play. The first several times they fucked my ass I needed to be prepped first, but now, every single one of my orifices are stretched to fit them perfectly. Xander pushes his dick into my tight hole, and I let out another moan. I start to fuck Cole faster and harder with my mouth, my rhythm matching Xander’s. I can taste the precum on my tongue, but before he lets go, I’m pulled back.

  Xander is on his back, and I’m on top of him, my feet planted on the mattress on either side of him and my hands using his chest to hold me up. I start riding him backwards, up and down, using his dick for my pleasure. “Fuck yes,” Xander breathes as he pulls me backwards, closer to him, so my back is against his chest and his dick is nice and snug in my ass. His hands grip my ass as Cole climbs up on the bed and grasps my left ankle, holding it up in the air. I hold the back of my thighs up, and Xander takes over, thrusting in and out of my hole from the bottom. I watch Cole stroke his hard length as he watches Xander’s dick go in and out of me, and when he can’t take it anymore he says, “My turn.”

  Xander stops fucking me, pulls his dick out and lifts me up, placing me on Cole—who is now laying down next to Xander—so I’m straddling him. With my hands on either side of his face, Cole takes my breast into his mouth and sucks on my nipple. I turn my head to look behind me and see Xander coming up behind me. He takes Cole’s dick into his hand and strokes it, and my pussy tightens as I imagine the two of them fucking. Once Cole’s dick is hard enough, Xander guides it into my pussy. He stretches me wide, his dick hitting that special spot that is going to have me coming in no time.

  Still watching Xander, I see him edge forward on his knees. Then he stands over us and pushes his dick back into me. His hands grip my ass, and both of them start moving. Cole is fucking me from the bottom, and Xander is fucking me from above. My second orgasm continues to build higher until I finally lose it—my pussy spasming violently around Cole’s dick and my ass tightening around Xander’s. Less than a minute later, and they both lose their resolve as well—warm liquid fills both my holes as they come deep inside of me.

  They both still, catching their breath. Xander pulls out first and then Cole. My body feels like Jell-O, and I don’t want to move, so I don’t. Cole chuckles when he sees my body sag, and he gently flips me over so I’m lying on my comfy bed. They both leave to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and even though I can feel their cum leaking out of me, I close my eyes and fall asleep in a comfortable state of sated bliss. I’m almost positive life can’t get much better than this.

  chapter twelve

  Cole

  “Have you heard whispers from any other teams?” I ask Xander, sitting down at the table across from him. I pass him a beer and take a pull from mine.

  “A few scouts have been by during practice to introduce themselves.”

  “I was watching Sport’s Center the other night, and they said they’re expecting you to get drafted in the first round if you decide to enter.” Xander smiles and shrugs. The guy has always been like that. He’s one of the top college basketball players right now and he acts like it’s no big deal.

  “If I go in...” He’s only a junior this year, so he has to decide if he’s going to stay for his senior year or enter into the draft. If he enters, anyone can draft him, and there’s a good chance that for the first time in eight years, we’ll all be separated—well, Delilah and I will still be here, but Xander could end up anywhere in the United States.

  “I miss you on the court, man,” he says, taking a sip of his beer, and I nod in agreement. Other than the occasional pick-up game, basketball has taken a back burner in my life. It sucks that I tore my ACL, but I’d like to think everything happens for a reason. And in this case, being injured allowed me to be there for Delilah through her surgery, chemo, and recovery. Oftentimes, I think back to the promises I made my mom and hate that I’m letting her down. But my hope is that once I graduate, I’ll get a job teaching and coaching, and while it’s not the same as playing, it’s still following my dreams. Basketball is still my passion whether I’m shooting the ball or teaching someone else how to. Hell, maybe one day I could get a job coaching college ball, or if I want to aim high, maybe the NBA. Just because I’m not playing, doesn’t mean I’m not following my passion. At least that’s what I tell myself.

  “Hey, you okay?” Xander asks, shaking me out of my thoughts.

  “Yeah, just thinking. What time is everyone supposed to be here?” We’re throwing a move-in party tonight at our new place. The guys from Xander’s team will be here, along with the girlfriends Delilah’s made, and the few friends I’ve made. For the most part it’s the three of us, but we’ve added a few close friends to our circle the last couple years.

  He looks down at his watch. “Soon, I’m going to go jump in the shower.” He downs half his beer and tosses it into the trash before he heads down the hall.

  The music is thumping and the condo is filled to the max with college students. I haven’t gone out onto the rooftop patio, but my guess is it’s just as packed. Girls are dancing with guys, with each other, on the coffee table, in the corners. I would be worried about us getting kicked out if we weren’t the only people on this floor. Delilah’s parents clearly knew what they were doing when they purchased this place.

  Several people come over to congratulate me on the new digs, and a couple women make passes at me, offering to help me break in my new room. Nobody knows that I’m technically taken. They don’t know anything about the relationship I have with Delilah and Xander. Hell, sometimes I don’t even think we know. Back in high school, people accused and assumed, but they were all lies. We were nothing more than best friends. Now, the things they accused us of are actually the truth, but in college nobody pays attention like they do in high school. Everybody is too busy with school or work.

  I’m sitting on the couch with a co
uple guys who are talking about the upcoming football game this Sunday, and my eyes find Delilah. She’s standing in the corner of the room with a beer in her hand. Her brown hair is long and comes down past her breasts. She was so sure she was going to lose it when she started chemo, even though the doctors told her there was a good chance she wouldn’t. In the dark of the night, she’d cry in fear of it falling out—scared she would take a shower and it would all end up in the drain. She would tell me that her hair was the last thing she had left to make her feel beautiful, and that broke my heart. Because what she didn’t realize was that it wouldn’t have mattered if she lost it all and was completely bald. She would still be Delilah, the brown-eyed woman who has more reasons than most to give up on life, but instead chooses to wake up every morning with a smile on her face ready to fight for her life. And for those reasons alone, in my eyes she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Tonight, she’s wearing cut-off jean shorts and a Taylor Swift T-shirt she cut the bottom off of. Her tiny stomach is showing, and I can see her belly button ring glinting in the light. She got it last year after her last round of chemo was finished, at the same time I got my first tattoo.

  As if she senses me watching her, her eyes leave the guy she’s talking to and meet mine. She grants me a beautiful smile and the most adorable wink, and my heart feels so damn full. Her gaze goes back to the guy she’s standing with, and I imagine what it will be like the day she realizes just how amazing she is and moves on with her life. When she wakes up one day and remembers why she fought so hard to survive: to get married and have kids. And when that day comes, my only prayer is that whoever she ends up with will understand why our relationship was like this and will still allow Xander and me to be a part of her life.

  I take a pull of my beer, and as I set it down, my eye catches Xander. He’s leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a barely clothed woman pressed up against him. She’s laughing at whatever it is he’s saying as her hands roam up his torso and over his chest. His eyes meet mine, and for a second, he freezes in place like he’s just been caught doing something wrong—only he hasn’t been. The three of us agreed: no sex with anyone but each other, and sex only when we’re all together. We all promised if any of our situations change, we’ll let the other two know immediately. If Xander wants to date, he can, and the same goes for Delilah and me. But have any of us? Not that I know of.