Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  A heavy knock hits the door and I drop the towel.

  “Come in,” I croak.

  The door opens and Kade and Connor stride in. My crotch burns at the very sight of them. I nearly forgot how delicious they both are. Kade’s hazel eyes still glow in that quiet and intense way and Connor grins cheek to cheek. Their jackets do nothing to hide their bulging muscles. They’re all curves and brute strength. I can’t wait to get between them again.

  “Hey,” Connor drawls, making the word long and sensual. My knees shake.

  “H-hi,” I stammer back. “How did you guys get in here?”

  “No one was at the front desk,” Connor explains, looking proud. “We just walked in.”

  “Right,” I say. “There’s usually a monitor, but not everyone is back yet and...”

  Kade quickly steps forward and, cutting me off, wraps his arms around me. His face falls against mine and his warm lips lock onto my mouth. I forget what I was about to say. All I know is the feel and taste of him.

  God, I’ve wanted him back with me bad.

  I’ve wanted them both back.

  I’ve never craved one man half as much as I crave these two together.

  Hands sweep across my back and push my damp hair away from my neck. Kade lets go of my waist and Connor spins me around. A new set of lips presses into mine. I’m lifted high once again.

  They’re like a drug. I didn’t know I would get hooked, but it’s too late now. I’ve been sucked under by their intensity and the only way out is through.

  Connor picks me up and presses my hips against his. I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks me backward and we fall against my bed. It's good he picked the right one because I really don't want to interrupt the make-out session to inform him we're on my roomie's bed.

  Sorry Lil, I imagine myself saying. I had sex with two hot footballers on your bed. We might have messed the sheets up some. Oops.

  Connor’s weight presses against mine and his hands twist the bottom of my tank top. He tugs it up and over my head to expose my breasts. A rough hand rubs across one nipple and I yelp.

  Connor bites his bottom lip. “That phone call… I didn’t know you had it in you.”

  “You have no idea,” Kade concurs. He comes to stand over Connor’s shoulder. His shirt is already off. I can’t take my eyes off their chest tattoos. Connor has three Greek letters—representing his fraternity—that takes up the lower half of his right chest, and Kade has a black rendering of a football on his left. I’m instantly in love with those tattoos. I can’t wait to lick a trail across them. He pauses at his belt buckle. “What time is your dorm roommate coming back?”

  “Tomorrow,” I breathlessly answer. “She’s not back until tomorrow.”

  “We might be finished with you by then, but we’ll see.”

  Connor slides down my waist and grabs at my yoga pants. He’s got them off in a heartbeat. He tosses them to the floor and stands to remove his own clothes. Hard lines and gleaming muscles fill my vision. The two naked men sit down on the edge of the bed, one on either side of me.

  I bounce up to sitting. My hands fly to their laps and wrap around their dicks. Pulsing warmth fills my palms. Aching pain shoots through my pussy, jagged and charged as a bolt of lightning. I want them buried inside of me, but I need to take my time. I’ve waited weeks for this, never knowing if it would actually happen. I can’t rush things.

  I slowly stroke the two dicks. Bits of pre-cum leak from their tips and cover my fingers. Wetness seeps from my pussy and soaks the bedspread.

  Kade twists my hair into a ball and groans long and low. Connor reaches over my thigh and slips a finger between my lips. My body accepts him right away. My pussy clenches down on his finger and squeezes. He shoves his hand closer towards my mound and hooks his finger up towards my ceiling.

  Pleasure bursts in me. Connor knows just where the sweet spot is. He rubs small circles around it, taking me a bit higher with each rotation. My pleasure crescendos. I stroke the length of their shafts faster, each jolt of sugar I get driving me on.

  Kade uses his grip on my hair to turn my face towards his. He kisses me hungrily. There’s almost a violence in his tongue as it runs across my teeth and strokes my gums.

  Nails dig into my scalp and my pussy screams in pleasure. My walls swell against Connor’s finger and hold him tight. Kade’s dick jumps in my hand and I slow down the pace of my strokes.

  I’m close to bursting. I’m getting woozy. I trip over my breathing and push my pelvis towards Connor’s hand. He unexpectedly and slowly pulls out of me.

  I break my kiss with Kade to stare at Connor. “But… but...”

  Kade rakes his fingers down my back. “Not yet, sugar. We’re going to have you screaming our names and it still won’t be all said and done.”

  Connor lifts his chin and looks down it at me. His usual playful attitude is gone. “Lay back.”

  I drop against the mattress, letting my shoulders softly thud against blankets. My feet are still planted on the floor, the fuzzy rug next to my bed tickling my arches.

  Connor drops to the floor in front of me. He pushes my legs open and touches his tongue at the spot just above my knee. He makes a long, wet trail up the inside of my thigh. I hold my breath as he gets closer to my center.

  His lips brush my clit and fireworks spark. I groan and dig my hands into the blanket. Kade's hands rush across my breasts. My nipples perk up at his touch. He takes both of them between his fingers and twists.

  At the same time, Connor flicks his tongue against my burning nub. The pleasure from both their touches travels through my body and bunches up in my center. I start to shriek but quickly swallow the moan. There’s no telling how close the nearest student could be.

  Kade lowers his face and grazes his lips across the base of my neck. They fly up my throat, the feather light touch making me tremble.

  “Is this what you imagined?” he whispers into my ear. His hot breath sends me into near convulsions. “When you finger fucked yourself on the phone?”

  I want to answer but I can't. Connor's tongue moves faster. Each forceful circle brings me more ecstasy. It ripples through me and I burst into his mouth. I arch my back, sending more of my cleavage into Kade's hands. He greedily tugs, stretching my nipples to the max. The orgasm slowly subsides. I come back down, dropping my hips and panting.

  Connor stands, pulling my legs up with him. He locks my knees at his hips and hungrily gazes down at me. The tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip and his eyes dance.

  “Are you ready for us?” Kade asks.

  A massive lump forms in the top of my throat, and my mouth goes dry. I swallow it down, but the nervousness doesn’t leave, and now there’s a hard tightness in the pit of my stomach. “Yes,” I answer.

  I’m a nervous wreck, but not turning back now.

  Connor stays where he is. Kade climbs off the bed and digs in his pants. Producing two condoms, he hands one to Connor and keeps one for himself. They roll the rubbers over their lengths. My eyes lock onto Kade’s thickness and my mouth fills with saliva.

  Connor gently lowers my legs. His hands slide down my thighs. His thumb brushes across my engorged lips and collects some of the juices there. He takes his wet finger and pushes it against my second hole.

  My breath catches in my throat. I force the air down and relax every muscle I can. A quick image of both the guys buried in me flashes through my head. A fresh wave of liquid flows from between my thighs.

  Connor grins and runs his thumb along my rim. I pulse against his touch. I can feel my muscles opening up and giving way. His thumb pushes inside me and I clamp down around it.

  Next to Connor, Kade watches. His chest rises and falls with quick, sharp movements and Connor’s hand flies along the inside of my opening. My skin gives and stretches. Bit by bit, pleasure collects.

  Connor’s cheeks grow pink and Kade makes a low, animal noise.

  Gingerly, Connor edges his thumb out of me. He g
oes to the top of the bed and lays down with his head on the pillow. He waggles his fingers, motioning for me to come to him.

  I settle my knees on either side of his hips. His erect dick points up at me, waiting to get shoved in my channel.

  Connor sets his hands on my hips and guides me down. His dick’s head pierces my folds. A low sigh parts my lips. I throw my head back as he brings me all the way down to his hips.

  With his cock completely buried in me, Connor presses one hand against the small of my back and the other one on my hip. He gently rocks me forward, encouraging me to ride him.

  I arch my back and give it everything I've got. With each thrust of my torso, his dick rides along my sensitive ridges. Connor's arms glide up my back and wrap tighter around me. He pulls me against his chest and meets me with a kiss.

  The bed shifts and sags. Kade’s heat presses against my rear. His hands swivel over my ass cheeks. Sharp nails dig into the tops of them and I jerk a tad from the pain.

  Connor brushes some hair away from my face and holds me tighter. His pelvis rhythmically pulses up into mine, his dick taking me in a slow and delicious way.

  Kade stretches my ass cheeks wide. They burn under the rough separation. His fingertips walk their way inwards. Something wet hits my hole and I realize Kade’s spit on me.

  It should disgust me. It’s not something I thought I would like. Instead of being repulsed, though, I feel the exact opposite. The hot fire in me roars. My pussy is filled, but I want more. I want everything these two can give me.

  I thrust my tongue back into Connor’s mouth. He’s smoky and earthy, reminding me of campfires deep in the woods.

  Something presses against my hole and I realize it’s Kade’s cock. He stretches me more, opening me wide for his entrance. His bulging tip nudges against my rim, his fingers clutching onto my ass like I’ll fly away if he doesn’t hold on tight.

  His cock slowly presses into me. Burning rips through me and I accidentally bite Connor's lip. I break the kiss to grind my teeth together. Pain sears and I start to tell Kade to stop. He's already deep in me, though. There are pains and pleasures and an overwhelming sensation of being filled to maximum capacity.

  A guttural groan leaves my chest. It’s the most primal noise I’ve ever made, and it matches the moment completely. Kade lethargically pulls out of me and thrusts back in. Deep pleasure ricochets through me.

  Connor keeps his pace up, pounding into me like clockwork. They seesaw me, rubbing me back and forth between their sweaty abs.

  The burning lessens, but though it’s still there it’s good. It mixes in with the pleasure and wraps around me. Sensations wreck my body and wipe my mind clean.

  My clit rubs against the spot above Connor’s dick, bringing me an extra layer of pleasure. I arch my back, thrusting my clit against his skin and taking both cocks in deeper.

  Hot breaths cover my face and the back of my neck. It’s like a sauna between Kade and Connor, nothing but sweat and exposed flesh.

  The pleasures in my holes expand and meet. An orgasm starts to flicker in me. I can’t take it. A shriek leaves my lips and pierces the air.

  Kade presses a hand against my mouth, silencing me. I cry into his palm. My muffled cry goes on. The orgasm wracks my body. I shake and thrash, going nowhere. The men fuck me harder.

  Connor’s hands tighten on me. His breathing gets louder and he rolls his head back.

  “Fuck, Tracey-Ann.” He jerks up into me with one last powerful thrust.

  Kade’s fingers slip into my mouth. I suck on them while he pummels me. He shoves his whole length into me and finishes with a curse.

  I drop my head against Connor’s neck, my ass still up in the air. All my muscles ache and I’m afraid moving will make things more painful.

  Kade plants his hand against my ass cheek and draws out of me. I burn and throb and everything in between.

  Moving carefully, I pull myself off from Connor and sit up next to him.

  I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair. The strands are damp, but from whose sweat I don't know. It could be mine, Kade's, Connor's, or a mixture of all three.

  Delicious tremors run through me. Each muscle in my body is relaxed to the max. It's like I just had a two-hour massage.

  These men… The things they do to me…

  I don’t know how I ever made it through life without them.

  I sit up and look around for my clothes. Connor’s a step ahead. He grabs my tank and sweat pants and sits back next to me.

  “Thanks.” I pull my clothes on and Kade starts to do the same. Connor just sits against the headboard and stretches his nude self out. Muscles ebb like waves. My mouth waters. Despite the pounding I just took, I can do it all over again right now if the guys want to go for another round. I’m addicted.

  Connor wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me next to him. My thigh brushes his and I give him a smile. The embrace feels natural and normal. Another deep rush of relaxation goes through me. Something about Connor’s presence is immensely calming. It’s hard to believe anything bad could happen with him around.

  Kade finishes buckling his belt and sits on the end of my bed.

  Thick silence settles around the three of us, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s just that saying anything seems pointless. How could any words successfully follow up what just happened?

  I knew I would love getting it on with two guys at once, but I wasn’t prepared for how… different it would make me feel. I’m invigorated, alive.

  I can’t go back to having just one guy at a time.

  Connor interrupts my thoughts. “How were your holidays?”

  “Good,” I slowly answer, thinking while I speak. “Not very eventful. I got some work done on my play. My cousin helped me some. She writes for a newspaper and she’s pretty good at coming up with ideas.”

  “When’s the play due?”

  “Next week. It’s only supposed to be a one-act but it’s been killing me. What about you?”

  I glance from him to Kade. Did they meet up with any girls while they were there?

  I want to know and I don’t.

  “Oh, we trashed Dallas good,” Connor says. “There are a few bounties out for us.”

  Kade shakes his head, calling bullshit on his friend’s claim. “Connor ate twice his weight in ham and fruitcake, as usual. He spent the rest of the time sleeping on the couch.”

  “Hey, I’m the only one who eats that cake. It’s not like you help me.”

  “No one eats fruitcake. You’re supposed to pretend to eat it while actually feeding it to the dog. Tell me why your grandma is still sending it. Why?”

  I suppress a smile. Their banter is adorable. If they knew how cute I found it, they’d probably retch.

  “Kade spent a lot of time at my house,” Connor offers. “Creepily watching me sleep, it sounds like.”

  Kade frowns. “Yeah, well what do you expect?”

  I cock my head. “You don’t like your house?”

  He runs his tongue across his bottom lip and pauses. “No,” he tartly answers. “I hate it.”

  Next to me, Connor’s shoulders tense. “Did your dad say something?”

  Kade’s nostrils flare. “The better question would be does he ever not say something?”

  “He’s just trying to encourage you,” Connor offers. “Remember what you told me? He didn’t get the same chances as us.”

  “And my mother?” Kade demands. “I suppose her drinking herself into a blackout every night is also her own special form of encouragement?”

  A new kind of silence wraps around us. This one’s not comfortable. It squeezes in tight, shutting out all air and making it hard to breathe.

  “Shit,” Connor softly says. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know her drinking was that bad.”

  Kade’s face is impassive. My throat twists.

  I scoot down the bed and place my hand on Kade’s arm. His eyes drift down to look at my fingers.

 
; “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That sounds awful.”

  His hazel irises slide up to mine. His eyebrows start to bunch together, but there’s a softness in his eyes.

  “One more year,” Connor says. “And a half. And then you’ll be in the NFL.”

  Kade looks over my shoulder at him. “Maybe.”

  “You can’t have that attitude. You just have to work harder. We can do it. The second you get drafted, your dad will have to take it all back. Or not. Either way, you’ll show him big time. And you’ll never have to worry about what he says again. You and me, we’ll be living the dream. Forget them.”

  A corner of Kade’s mouth twitches into a smile. Connor may be talking about the best possible scenario, but it’s good. The optimism is just what Kade needs.

  These two seem like total opposites, and yet right together. They balance each other out.

  Knowing they have each other makes my heart warm.

  “What’s your schedule like for this semester?” Kade asks me.

  “Um.” I nibble my lip while I go through it in my head. “I’m taking the usual number of classes. Mostly days, but Wednesdays are nights.”

  “What are you doing on Tuesday nights?”

  I shrug. “Nothing much.”

  “That can be our night.”

  I stare back at him. I get what he’s suggesting, but I’m blown away. Our hooking up was initially a one-time thing. This second go is a fluke.

  I swallow hard. To think of getting the two of these guys all to myself once a week…

  I’m wet all over again.

  “Every Tuesday night,” Connor reiterates. “We’re not done with you yet.”

  Kade’s eyes flash. “Far from it.”

  12

  Kade

  Deep bass pounds from Connor’s room. I bang on the door with my fist then think better of waiting and turn the knob.

  Connor stands buck naked in front of his floor length mirror. He lifts one of his arms and spritzes his pit with something from a spray bottle.

  I cross the room and crank down the stereo volume.