by Lane Hart
“Fuck, that feels good,” I hear Nixon say from behind me where he’s pounding his cock into depths of my pussy that I never knew existed. “Make her come again.”
“Fuck you,” Cameron says, his deep voice rumbling against the flesh between my legs. Despite the curse, his mouth doesn’t stop licking and sucking on my clit until I shatter into a million pieces again, held up only by the two men I’m wedged between.
With one last thrust, Nixon growls a curse behind me and Cameron gets to his feet to work his talented mouth on my breasts.
“My turn,” Cameron says into the silence of our heavy breathing. Before I can be offended by the fact that he referred to fucking me as his “turn” with me, he’s hefted me into his arms in nothing but lowered panties, hose, and my boots that lock around his waist while his mouth captures mine in a kiss. A kiss ten times more intense than our first one under the mistletoe that felt like ages ago.
Cameron eventually carries me over and lowers me down to the bed. After he pulls the zippers down to remove each of my boots, he goes to work, shimmying my hose and panties down my legs. When I’m finally naked, he crawls right on top of me and presses his hard cock, being restrained by his jeans, against my damp center. “I need to be inside of you,” he says against my lips, which almost makes up for the “my turn” comment.
Assuming he’s waiting on my permission even though I’m lying underneath him naked, I reach between our bodies to undo the button on his pants and jerk the zipper down. Freeing his shaft from his boxer briefs, I give it a stroke to feel every inch of him in my hand.
“Hell yes,” Cameron moans from above me with his lips parted and eyes closed. “Keep doing that while I find a condom.”
He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a black leather wallet and opens it to retrieve the condom from inside. Once he has it, the wallet goes flying behind him, which is where I see Nixon still standing, holding up his pants with one hand and his condom-covered cock in the other, a heavy-lidded, satisfied but slightly confused look on his face as he looks from the bed to the door like he’s not sure if he should go or stay. His dark gaze comes back and locks with mine just as Cameron lines up and enters me, making me gasp.
And looking at Nixon while Cameron has sex with me seems almost more intimate than when Nixon was inside me, because we weren’t facing and didn’t even kiss.
Nixon doesn’t break eye contact, but he does move closer until he’s climbing up on the bed and stretching out next to me on his side. Reaching for my jaw, he turns my face to his and kisses me for the first time, setting off fireworks in my soul. His tongue forces its way inside of my mouth, and then it’s like he can’t kiss me hard enough or deep enough until he’s climbed all the way inside of me.
My eyes close as his fingertips trail over my nipple and down my stomach to touch me right where I need to soar again.
Chapter Six
Cameron
Watching my best friend make out with the woman I’m currently fucking is…different, to say the least. I’ve never thought of myself as much of a sharer when it comes to women, having the only child syndrome and all that. But since the sharing is with my best friend, a guy I’ve known for almost six years, you would think I would be more open to it.
Wrong!
It was fucked up how close my mouth was to his cock when I was going down on Kelsey, and now his fingers are playing with her pussy just inches away from my dick.
Can’t he keep his hands to himself for just five fucking minutes?
And who would’ve thought that sweet, innocent-looking Kelsey would go from being pissed off at Nix and me to letting us both have a turn with her? Not me for fucking sure. I thought I was going to have to bend over backwards to get her undressed, and the jackass kissing her comes in, talks dirty, and poof! Her dress is gone, then her bra with only a minimal amount of coercion.
When Kelsey’s back arches and I hear her moan muffled by her kiss with Nixon, I know she’s getting close. Which is fucking awesome since I don’t think I can last much longer. Going down on Kelsey got me hard as a rock before I was even inside of her.
I speed up my strokes and use more force to hit her deeper, harder while watching Nixon’s fingers strum her clit, hoping to try and remind her that I’m the one inside of her this time, not him, even though he’s taken her mouth and clit hostage. Fuck that. It was my mouth that made her come on his cock and, by God, it’s gonna be my fingers that send her flying while I’m inside of her.
I knock Nix’s hand away and replace his fingertips on her clit with my own. Nix breaks the kiss for a second to scowl at me, which is great because I get to hear Kelsey moaning my name again, causing Nix’s cheek to tick in annoyance.
That’s right fucker. You’re hearing my name on her lips. Again.
And fuck, I love the fact that even though she’s making out with Nixon, Kelsey hasn’t forgotten I’m the one giving it to her so damn good.
I wish Nix never would’ve walked in on us, and then I would’ve had Kelsey all to myself for this one single time I can be with her. Who the fuck does he think he is, shoving his dick in her while I’m tongue-fucking her? We’re gonna have some serious words later when this is all over.
When Kelsey’s inner walls start clenching around my shaft, my deep thoughts and homicidal plotting against my best friend are pushed aside. The only thing I can think about is the release that’s blasting out of my cock, so intense that it turns all my limbs to Jell-O and leaves me temporarily paralyzed as I collapse on top of Kelsey. And partially Nixon.
“Fuck, man,” he grumbles as he eases his arm out from underneath my sweaty chest.
“Sorry,” I tell Kelsey and him between panting breaths. “Gimme a sec.”
I finally find the strength to flop over beside Kelsey, my condom-covered dick still hanging out of my pants but not giving a single fuck. As I recover, I try to figure out what happens next. Do Nixon and I tell Kelsey goodbye? Is he gonna fucking try and stay or ask her to come home with him? Should I ask her first? Dammit, I sure as fuck can’t stay here. Quinton’s protective of his nanny and would lose his shit if he found out Nixon and I had both fucked her. Within minutes.
Kelsey seemed like such a sweet, innocent girl. Did Nixon and I ruin her by doing this?
“Dude,” Nixon eventually whispers in the silence of our heavy breathing.
“Yeah?” I reply, slightly less angry at him now that my cock’s been sated.
“Wish we had some of those cookies in here,” he says, making me chuckle since that’s the last thing I expected him to say. “Kelsey’s out man,” he adds. “We gonna hit the road?”
Turning my head to the side, I see that Kelsey is, in fact, sound asleep on her back, one arm thrown over her head, the other resting over her bare stomach. Shit. Was she drunker than she admitted, or did we wear her out with orgasms and fucking? And is Nix seriously gonna blow out of here like that?
“I dunno,” I answer, feeling oddly weird about ditching Kelsey. If it were any other girl, then yeah, this would be my cue to leave since I make it clear that they’re nothing but hookups from the get-go. But Kelsey’s different. She’s our good friend and quarterback’s nanny whom we’re bound to see again in the future. I don’t want to piss her off or hurt her feelings after what unexpectedly happened in here…
“We promised to clean up,” I remind Nixon.
“No, you promised,” he corrects.
“You’re gonna help.”
“Fine,” he huffs. “The fuck was worth it.”
“Yeah,” I agree with a grin, still unable to believe I went from kissing Kelsey, to nearly getting slapped, to on my knees picking up a shredded hundred-dollar bill before licking her pussy. Hell, maybe I’m drunker than I thought. But then the reality hits me that this is the only time I’ll ever get to touch Kelsey, and it sucks.
All professional athletes have their superstitious or rigorous rules to stay at the top of their game, so what’s mine? Well, let’s just
say that when I was in high school I made varsity my freshman year thanks to my dad forcing me to live and breathe nothing but football, including weeks at camp every summer, but that also meant there were plenty of older girls in the school who wanted me.
So, my dad used fucking as a reward. All my friends thought he was the coolest dad ever, throwing parties and shit at our house for the team, but that was just his way of controlling me, keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn’t drink or do drugs and, most importantly to him, that I never fucked the same girl more than once.
My father was an all-star running back in college at Kentucky…until his junior year when he met my mom and knocked her up. He blamed her for having a shitty senior year and not getting drafted to the pros.
That means that during high school I fucked a lot of girls in my bedroom with condoms my father happily provided, and I never had any repeats. My dad taught me that more than one night sends the wrong message to the girl, makes her think I want a relationship, which only causes drama and is the kiss of death for getting a scholarship, then for earning a starting spot in college, for making it to the pros, for keeping my contract — you get the idea.
During college, he came to every single one of my games, even the away ones, but I knew it wasn’t to cheer me on but to critique me, tell me how I fucked up on the field and to keep an eye on me afterward to make sure I wasn’t fucking up.
Oh, and of course, being my gatekeeper also meant taking to bed all of the drunk, sloppy-second college girls he was “protecting” me from.
After my father screwed a girl, there was no way I would even consider touching her again, so it served as a great deterrent. If I think too hard about how many women my father and I have both slept with, I’ll literally toss the cookies I ate earlier.
“Come on, let’s tuck her in and go clean up,” I tell Nixon. He grumbles but rolls out of bed, and I do the same on the other side of the mattress. While I’m looking for my sweater, I hear his zipper going up, which reminds me to sheath my own python back into its cage. Then, I watch as Nixon tries to pull the sheets and comforter out from underneath Kelsey to cover her with no luck. I take the comforter from the side of the bed I just vacated and spread it over top of her, tucking it around her and making a Kelsey burrito.
“That was…weird,” Nix says from where he’s standing on the opposite side of the bed.
“I did the best I could,” I tell him. “At least she’s covered.”
“No, I mean the three of us…”
“Are you complaining?” I huff. “Because we were doing just fucking fine without you.”
“You cheated,” he declares yet again.
“It wasn’t a contest,” I remind him while still whispering so we don’t wake up Kelsey. “And I called dibs, so you had no right to bust in here on us!”
“If I had made a move first, she and I would’ve been in here, then what would you have done?”
“I would’ve…” I start to say I would’ve waited patiently in the living room for him to finish; but if I’m being honest with myself, rather than take the high road, the truth is I would’ve probably started blowing up Nixon’s phone just to try and interrupt. “From now on, if there’s only one single woman available, then neither of us should make a move,” I declare.
Nixon glances down at Kelsey’s sleeping form a second before he says, “Agreed. I’m too competitive to fight over one woman with you. I swear I was this close to ripping your throat out when I saw you kissing her.” He holds his thumb and finger up about two inches apart before shrinking it to one or less.
“Seriously?” I ask in dismay. “We’ve had each other’s sloppy seconds before.”
“Yeah, but this was different,” he says with a shrug. “I wanted to fuck her all night, and you tried to steal her from me.”
“I didn’t steal her,” I argue. “If anyone stole her it was you when you came in and fucked her while I was going down on her!” I declare. “Not cool by the way, to have your dick coming that close to my mouth.”
“Didn’t seem to bother you at the time,” he points out with a smirk. “All you had to do was stop or stand up.”
“I was eating her out before you started fucking her. So, if anyone should’ve stopped, it was you! Actually, you shouldn’t have even started.”
“Her ass was grinding on my dick and her tits were in my hands. Who could resist fucking her at that point?”
“The supposed best friend of the guy with his tongue in her pussy!” I tell him with my hands on my hips.
“You know what I think?” he asks, mimicking my posture. “I think you’re just jealous that I still ended up fucking her first.”
Lowering my hands to my sides, I admit, “Maybe a little. I bet she was tight as fuck before you went deep.”
“God, yes, she was,” he replies on a groan with his hand grabbing his crotch. “You really missed out, but thanks for getting her nice and wet for me first.”
“Asshole,” I mutter while grinding my teeth together in annoyance.
“What’s the matter? I thought you didn’t mind sloppy seconds,” Nixon taunts, throwing my own words back at me.
Why am I so pissed at him tonight? A fuck is a fuck, right?
No, this time with Kelsey was different. Unlike all the typical jersey chasers Nix and I hook up with, Kelsey’s not the kind of girl to spread her legs for just anyone. So, convincing her to take things to the bedroom with me felt like a huge win, the equivalent of the Super Bowl of flings. She wanted me and was gonna let me have my way with her. Just me, until that jackass barged in on us.
“Kelsey’s not a random hookup, but then you had to come along. And the next thing you know she’s fucking both of us, making this nothing but a meaningless hookup,” I explain, gesturing to where she’s sleeping on the bed.
“So your mouth was looking for meaning between her legs?” He chuckles at his joke.
“No, I was just trying to salvage what you had single-handedly fucked up for me,” I say while pointing at my own chest.
“You’re acting like a little bitch. You know that, right?” he asks.
“Oh yeah?” I say. “Well, this little bitch thinks you should stay at your own fucking place for a while.”
He blinks his dark eyes at me a second in surprise before he says, “Fine.”
“Great,” I mutter.
“Fuck you!” Nix says, raising his voice.
“Oh, go fuck yourself!” I retort.
“What are you two arguing about?” Kelsey’s soft feminine voice asks from between us. Looking down, I realize that she’s now sitting up in bed, the comforter burrito clutched to her chest and eyes wide as she looks between Nix and me.
“Nix was just leaving,” I tell her.
“No, I’m not. Cam’s leaving,” Nix counters. “He’s not allowed to stay for seconds, isn’t that right?”
“Why don’t we let Kelsey decide?” I suggest through gritted teeth, and then both of us look to her for a decision.
Chapter Seven
Kelsey
“Um, what?” I ask as two, big, tall, sexy yet angry football players stand on either side of the bed I lay naked in. They’re fully dressed and staring at me in expectation. Apparently, I passed out after Nixon and I were kissing while Cameron and I were screwing and missed something… Jeez, could my face get any redder? What the hell was I thinking tonight?
“Fuck!” Cameron grumbles as he scrubs a hand over his face. “She’s definitely drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. A little tipsy maybe but not drunk,” I assure him since it looks like he’s worried what happened between the three of us was alcohol induced. Alcohol was certainly a factor, but not the sole reason I acted completely nuts.
“So then answer the question,” Nix says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What…what question?” I ask.
“Me or him. Who do you want to stay?” Nix clarifies.
“Dude, you were ready to burn rubber out
of here as soon as she fell asleep!” Cameron announces.
“You’re dressed too, bro,” Nixon points out with venom.
Oh, my God. Are they actually arguing over me? No freaking way. That’s impossible. This is nothing more than another one of their silly competitions that both want to win and has absolutely nothing to do with me.
Running my fingers through my hair that feels like a rat’s nest, I simply tell them, “I need to clean up the house, so why don’t you both go?”
“I can stay and help,” Cameron offers.
Nixon chuckles. “Nice try, dude, but we both know your rule doesn’t allow you to help Kelsey out of her panties again.”
The mention of my panties reminds me that I’m still naked underneath this small scrap of comforter, and I plan to stay right here until both men leave so I can get dressed. Sure, they just saw me and touched, if not kissed, most of my naked parts, but that was different. It was in the heat of the moment when other things were going on and I wasn’t on full display.
“Guys, please go home, so I can get dressed and get to work,” I plead with the two grown men arguing like children.
“Both of us?” Cameron asks.
“Yes.”
“Ha!” Nixon says while flashing Cameron his middle finger.
Cameron curses something under his breath before he says, “See ya, Kelsey,” and walks out the door.
“I don’t know what his problem is,” Nixon says, shaking his head before taking a seat on the corner of the bed and angling his long, lean body toward me. “But tonight was fun, yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I agree, if fun is what you call what the three of us did. Fucking amazing, incredible, stupendous — those are the words I would use. I’ve never done anything so wild and crazy.
