Calling the Play

by Samantha Kane

  She started to reach for the hem of her shirt to pull it off, but Brian stopped her. “No,” he said. “Ty can do it. We’re going make it good for you, remember? You let us do it all.”

  “I can do it,” she protested.

  Ty pressed against her back again. “Shh,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me, baby. I want to.”

  They were still outside on the patio, and neither man seemed inclined to take it inside. She’d had sex outside before, but this was different. This was so dirty. So wrong it was right. It gave Randi a little thrill to know that someone could be outside somewhere and hear them or see them. It was unlikely, given how far away Ty’s neighbors were, but still. She wanted them to know these two guys were totally into fucking her.

  She leaned back against Ty as he ran his hands under her shirt. He took his time sliding his hands up her ribs and then around to cup her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she sucked in a deep breath and blew it out, a little shaky at that simple touch. Brian was standing in front of them, watching it all. He licked his lips, staring at Ty’s hands on her breasts, and it made Randi writhe in Ty’s arms. Ty slid his hands away and gently forced her arms up as he pushed the shirt off over them. Her nipples actually ached. Ty directed her arms back around his neck, exposing her to Brian and the warm night air. Then he slid his hands back over her breasts and squeezed them.

  “Perfect,” Brian said softly. One of Ty’s hands slid down to hold the weight of a breast in his palm, and Brian reached out and traced a finger around her puckered nipple. She moaned as her vagina clenched. She was ready to come just from this foreplay.

  Brian ran his finger down over her stomach to her shorts and traced the top of them, back and forth over her lower stomach. She was fucking panting for it by the time he undid the button and zipper and slid his hands down into the sides, over her hips. He moved in close, his chest pressing Ty’s hands tighter against her breasts. “Yes?” he whispered against her lips. She nodded, not sure she could form words. Brian slid her shorts down her legs, his hands caressing her thighs, until the shorts fell to pool around her feet.

  She wasn’t sure how they’d done it, but they’d made her so damn horny in just a few minutes she was pretty sure she’d come if a stiff breeze blew over her bare pussy, and she didn’t care if she did.

  “Dirty girl,” Brian said with a smile in his voice. “No panties.” She shook her head. “A girl who doesn’t wear panties must want to get fucked,” he said quietly, his lips against her cheek. He didn’t kiss her so much as just rub his lips against her skin.

  “Please,” she said, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt.

  “Soon,” Brian said, drawing the word out so that it felt like a caress all in itself. He ran his hand up her thigh, up over her hip to her stomach, his head tipped down just in front of her, watching as he did it. Then he covered Ty’s hand on her breast. She heard Ty’s labored breathing behind her. He was as aroused as she was by what Brian was doing. She’d never known that getting naked for someone could almost make you come.

  “Ty,” he said. That was all he said, but Ty slid his hand out from under Brian’s and stepped away. Then she saw his T-shirt hit the patio off to her right. She tried to turn to see him, but Brian held her chin in place with one finger. “You want to see him?” he asked her. “He’s pretty, isn’t he?”

  “So pretty,” she agreed. Ty was gorgeous, they all knew it. Clothed, naked, any way you got him, he was gorgeous. She licked her lips, remembering how he felt in her arms, so big and muscular, his skin soft and hot. She could see the same desire in Brian’s eyes. “You want to see him, too,” she whispered.

  “I do,” Brian said, kissing the corner of her mouth softly. “Do you mind?” Ty’s shorts hit the patio on top of his T-shirt and Randi whimpered. Seeing Ty’s naked body had suddenly become the most important thing in the world. Brian hadn’t looked away from her face, hadn’t taken advantage of their positions to look at what they both craved.

  “No,” she said weakly. “I don’t mind.”

  Ty’s naked body was suddenly pressed up against her back again, warm and slick, his dick a hot brand against her ass. “Maybe I’m shy,” he whispered in her ear. “Maybe I just want you to feel my body.” He shifted, thrusting against her ass, and she moaned as she felt a little wet spot left behind, slick proof of his arousal.

  “Okay,” she said weakly. “Yes, that.” She was mumbling again, not sure what she was saying. She wished she could keep her head when she was fucking.

  Ty’s hands slid around her waist, wrapping tightly around her, and then Brian took a step back. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on top of Ty’s clothes. “Jesus,” Ty whispered, and Randi agreed. Brian was as cut as Ty, though not as bulky. His sleek muscles and washboard stomach belonged on a billboard. It was hard to imagine now that she’d thought he was unremarkable when she’d first seen him. His dark hair and blade of a nose made him seem like a devil in the darkness surrounding them. His eyes were gorgeous, a light green-brown hazel, like looking into shifting water in the sun, framed by long black lashes. Those eyes made promises as he stood there and let them look at him. He caught her gaze with his and, even though she knew he was undoing his shorts and shoving them down, she couldn’t look away from those eyes. He kicked his shorts away, and the spell was broken. She looked down and felt a rush of wet arousal in her pussy. He was hard, long and thick against his stomach, and she wanted to fuck him so badly she made an involuntary movement toward him, surprised to find Ty’s arms still locked tight around her. Ty was slowly humping her butt, his heart thudding against her.

  “Want,” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” Ty agreed. And even though he meant the same thing she did, that he wanted to fuck Brian, she wasn’t alarmed by it, wasn’t jealous. After all, who could resist a dick like that? “I want to watch him fuck you, baby. I want to see you take that,” Ty whispered.

  Oh hell, yeah, was all she could think. She dropped to her knees, moving as if she were in a dream, just letting her body have control. Brian stepped up to her and slid his hand into her hair and pulled her to him. She reverently kissed the underside of his cock before she pulled it down and licked the head. His fist tightened in her hair and she remembered what he’d said, about wanting to control her. So she slid the tip of his cock into her mouth and just kneeled there, waiting.

  “Get a cushion for her knees,” Brian said to Ty in a gravelly voice. She shook her head. “No?” Brian asked. “You want your knees to be all marked up, maybe bruised, scraped? So you remember tomorrow how you kneeled before me and sucked my dick?” She nodded, because, yes, that’s what she wanted. Brian ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good.” He looked behind her. “Ty.” Then Ty was helping her balance as he slid a thick cushion under her knees.

  “Fuck,” Ty said in a strangled voice. He dropped to his knees behind her, scooting in close, his knees spread around hers, his cock pressed against her ass again. “I want to watch,” he said softly, kissing her ear. “You on your knees, your lips stretched around his dick, it’s so fucking sexy. Damn, girl, you are so hot.”

  Brian pulled on her hair, pulling her mouth down on him slowly. He held her there, his cock just shy of choking her, giving her just enough to know he was there, just enough to taste him and crave more. Then he pulled her head away with the hand tangled in her hair. The sting on her scalp helped to keep her arousal at a slow simmer, because she was loving this shit so much she could come, wanted to come. She whimpered at the thought, trying so hard not to come.

  “Touch her,” Brian said. She only had a moment to wonder how he knew before Ty’s hands slid onto her stomach and parted, one going to her breast and the other sliding down into her pubic hair, tugging on it. She moaned, jerking in his arms.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Brian said roughly. He pulled her down again with that fist
in her hair, fucking her mouth slowly. “Make noise, sweetheart,” he said. “I like the way it feels on my cock.”

  Ty’s clever fingers slid down into her wet folds, skimming her clit, and she moaned again. “She’s so fucking wet,” Ty said. “She loves this.” She moaned her agreement and Brian cursed, pulling her down on his dick a little harder, going a little deeper into her throat. “Do you need to come, dirty girl?” Ty whispered, licking the mark Brian had given her. Knowing he could see it, that he was tasting it, made her whimper again, and if she hadn’t been kneeling, her knees would have given out. Ty rewarded her by sliding one finger into her pussy, his palm grinding on her clit. She felt the spark of an orgasm as Brian pulled back on her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

  “I want you to come with my dick in your mouth,” he said softly. “For me. Yeah?”

  That was all it took. She went off, her hips jerking as she moaned around Brian, who gently pushed deep in her mouth and held himself there while she came. She was grinding on Ty’s hand while trying to be so careful of Brian’s cock. When she was done, so sensitive that Ty’s finger was almost painful inside her, Brian slid out of her mouth. Suddenly he bent over and kissed her, hard and rough and hungry. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding tight. As rewards went, it was fantastic. He could do more to her with a kiss than most men had been able to do with a whole night. Then he was on his knees, pulling her forward, out of Ty’s arms.

  “I’ve got to be inside you,” he said, demanding, rather than asking. She was in his lap, her legs spread around his, and then Ty’s hands were on her waist, lifting her. “Condom,” Brian said in a rush.

  “My shorts,” she said. Her words were a little slurred. Ty let go and she collapsed in Brian’s arms again. Brian bent her back over his arm and sucked on her breast. It was startling—the sudden heat of his mouth, the rough handling—as if she were his and he could do whatever he wanted. And he could; oh, man, could he ever. He didn’t treat her like a china doll. She knew he was leaving a mark on her breast just as he had on her neck, and she clutched his hair, holding him to her.

  “Got it,” Ty said breathlessly.

  Brian slid an arm under her knees and lifted her in his arms effortlessly. “Put it on.” It took a moment to realize he was talking to Ty.

  She sensed rather than saw Ty’s hesitation, but it only lasted a few seconds. Then she heard a tear and Brian’s indrawn breath. “Has he touched you before?” she whispered.

  “No,” Brian said, short and sharp. She became acutely conscious of Ty’s hands under her ass, sliding a condom onto Brian’s dick so he could fuck her. It was so hot, the way these two turned each other on with a word or a simple touch. With sudden clarity, she realized they did that to her, too, that with some people that was all it took. They didn’t need the hardcore shit, just each other. The thought was so disconcerting that she tried to pull away from Brian, suddenly frightened by the way she reacted to him and to Ty. To them together.

  Then Brian was lowering her legs, pulling her hips down, and his dick was pushing inside her and she forgot everything but how good he felt. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Just like that. So good.” She pumped her hips, loving the way he felt moving within her.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” Brian said roughly, rising onto his knees to make it easier for her. As soon as she did, Ty was plastered to her back again, his hands on her waist, supporting her. She felt Ty’s dick sliding in between her legs as he thrust against her in time with Brian. Brian groaned.

  “Damn, I’m going to come all over you both,” Ty said breathlessly. She knew then that he was hitting Brian’s dick with the tip of his as Brian fucked her. It was hot as hell. They were all fucking, not just Brian and Randi, or Randi and Ty, or Brian and Ty. That was how Randi thought it would be, all of them taking turns. Not like this. Not all of them so hot, stuck together, grinding and fucking and sweating and swearing.

  “Fuck, Ty,” Brian said between clenched teeth. “That feels good.” He fucked Randi with abandon, holding her with both arms wrapped around her, one hand gripping her shoulder as he held her in place and thrust up into her. A frisson of unbridled lust shivered down her spine.

  Ty came first, all over them as he’d promised. He cried out when he did, right before she felt the warm splash of his come on her thighs. As he slammed into her, Brian’s hand gripped her so hard that she knew she’d have bruises on her shoulder. She came then, came at his bruising grip, at the sight of him biting his lip, cheeks flushed, groaning as Ty came on his dick. Her climax unlocked his restraint and it only took two more rough thrusts before he came with a harsh indrawn breath and a growl, holding her so tightly against him she could barely breathe. She didn’t want to breathe. She wanted to stay just like this, locked in sweaty, sticky abandon with the two of them on this patio forever. And that scared her more than anything.

  She’d learned the hard way not to want what she couldn’t have. She clung a bit tighter to Brian for just a moment and then let him go. It was time to leave; time to let go of Ty and Brian and stupid ideas like forever, because those things didn’t happen for girls like her.

  Chapter 12

  “So, Randi left so fast last night you’d think her hair was on fire,” Ty casually observed when he and Brian were left alone at last. They’d been in meetings all morning with the coaching staff and a few carefully chosen players. He was frustrated as hell, not just at Randi’s abrupt departure last night, but also at the unspoken elephant in the room at the meetings this morning—his poor performance last season and at minicamp. He wasn’t looking for a fight…well, maybe he was. Brian was a convenient target.

  “She did,” Brian answered in a neutral voice, uncapping a fresh bottle of water, not looking at Ty.

  “So did you,” Ty said, and he was only a little sorry it came out like an accusation.

  “Did you really want me to stay?” Brian asked. “After I scared her off?” He took a long drink of water.

  “What?” Ty asked, confused.

  “Look,” Brian snapped, turning to face Ty. He looked guilty and mad. “We both know I was the reason she took off. I never should have stayed. I should have left when it started to get out of hand.”

  “ ‘Out of hand’?” Ty asked. “Is that what it was? Because I was there and I’ve got to tell you it was pretty tame compared to some of the shit we’ve done together.”

  “Maybe for you and me,” Brian said, “but not for Randi. You heard her. She never had a threesome before. And I knew right then that it was too soon, but I ignored the warning bells in my head, and let the little head lead the way.”

  “The sex is not what scared Randi away,” Ty argued. “Trust me, she’s a big girl. When she said she wanted it, she wasn’t lying.”

  “Then what was it?” Brian asked, as if he were challenging Ty.

  “I don’t know,” Ty said through a tight jaw. “But knowing her, it had something to do with emotions. She can handle sex. She can’t handle the emotions that come with it.”

  “And you know this how?” Brian asked. “You’ve known her for all of three days.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “I’m sorry. That’s unfair. You know her better than I do.” He laughed, but it sounded unhappy. “Jesus, Ty, I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t ruined it for you.”

  “Ruined what?” Ty asked, trying to stay afloat in the conversation and keep his mad on.

  “What you and Randi have. Could have.” Brian sighed again. “I could see it that first night, and then at your house on Saturday. You two were made for each other.”

  Whoa. That took Ty aback. “I thought you came back for me?” he blurted out, then wished he could take the words back.

  Brian was watching him closely. “I did. But then when I saw you with Randi…Look, I know I made you really unhappy. That’s on me. Randi makes you happy. That’s what I want for you, Ty.”

  “So you ran away last night because you want me to be happy?” Ty asked c
arefully.

  Brian nodded. “Yes.”

  “God damn it,” Ty said quietly, furious. “You’re doing it again. You’re deciding what would be best for me without asking me at all. Well, you know what? Randi does make me happy. But she’s as fucked up as the rest of us are. I have no idea where we’re going or what’s going to happen, but I can tell you this: you better damn well let me figure out my own life, whether it concerns Randi, you, or someone else.”

  Brian stood there stoically, taking Ty’s anger without defending himself. “You’re right.”

  “You’re not going to argue, are you?” Ty said. “You’re just going to stand there and let me yell because in some fucked-up way you think you deserve it. What, because you left all those years ago? Because my life tanked after that? Because my girl ran off last night? All that’s on you, right?”

  “Yes,” Brian said, staring off over Ty’s left shoulder.

  “Bullshit,” Ty spat at him. “That’s bullshit. I was there, Brian. I was the one living my life, not you. I made the choices; maybe not the one for you to leave, but everything that came after. And I made the decision last night, too, remember? I wanted it. God damn it, I missed it. I missed that with you.” He turned away and wiped a hand across his mouth, regretting that he’d admitted that. He grabbed a bottle of water off the table and viciously twisted the lid off and took a drink.

  “Ty,” Brian began, his voice soft. Ty waved him off.

  “No,” Ty said. “I can’t. Not here, not now.” He faced Brian. “But if you can’t treat me like a grown man, then maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

  “What does that mean?” Brian asked incredulously. “Of course I treat you like a grown man.”