by Alexis Angel
Ever hear about pouring gasoline on a fire?
Yeah, that.
Only worse.
I take a moment to admire my handiwork and then look over at Julianna and Colt. She looks at me and smiles.
“Come on, guys,” she says to each of us and wraps her hands in ours. “Let’s go win a game.”
I don’t think the media folks even realize as we walk out the door, heading out into history.
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SportsNation
SportsNation Highlights.
Welcome to SportsNation Highlights - we're live and exclusive tonight from our Rockefeller Center studios and I'm your host - Traci Simister.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've been covering sports now for close to twenty years and for the last ten years with SportsNation. In all that time, I have never, ever, seen a day so riveting as today. With all the elements of an epic, today is one for the record books.
By now, unless you, the viewer have been trying to cut yourself off from modern American society for the last three months, you will have known about the travails of the New York Nailers in the NFL. All of that came to a head this evening as prior to the game, team owner Julianna Heaton hosted a press conference, inviting every major media outlet in the nation.
And just as quick as the press conference started, it appeared that it was moving into a witch hunt and Ms. Heaton's career as an owner in the league was numbered. In attendance was the NFL Commissioner Rob Horton himself.
We have complete coverage of the event on our website but let me just say that the 11th hour entrance of Colt Stackford and then Ethan Blake to not just defend Julianna but for the three of them to become one unit and beat back all accusations and detractors was amazing.
Is the pairing of three people into a love-unit unconventional? By most standards, it is. However, can anyone deny the love that these three human beings express for each other? I don't think anyone that watched the press conference would be able to.
Equally riveting was the counterpunches thrown by the trio at their detractors. Minutes after the conference was held at the New York Nailers’ stadium in East Rutherford, a task force of New Jersey and New York City police arrested AJ Ledoux on charges of lewd and lascivious conduct, invasion of privacy, extortion, and conspiracy to carry out defamatory acts. He is currently being held in the New York County jail in Manhattan without bail. Public opinion, once so strongly against the Nailers, has literally flipped overnight. In a matter of a few hours from when the world learned of AJ’s attempt to carry out the personal destruction of Ethan Blake, Colt Stackford and Julianna Heaton, the trio has seen their approval ratings skyrocket for the manner in which they defended themselves.
Never before in the history of sports, or the history of journalism has a story been so riveting and so compelling.
In almost a fitting first lap of their victory tour to crown the end of their personal troubles, the New York Nailers then went on to the game against the Boston Brats. Led by Colt and Ethan, the Nailers performed better on field than ever before in a historic game. That’s right, America. The New York Nailers are back. Another blowout and a definite nod to movement into the Playoffs with the Nailers' 72 - 18 win against the Brats.
But perhaps most compelling? The post-game, where not just Ethan Blake, but Colt Stackford embraced the same woman - Julianna Heaton - as they came to the side-lines.
Asked what their next steps were, SportsNation received this quote.
Cue to Julianna smiling on field with her arms intertwined with Ethan and Colt on either side of her.
"We're going back to my place to celebrate. And this time, if anyone wants to come watch us, they'll just have to buy the tape like everyone else."
Cut back to Tracie:
When pressed for comment, the spokeswoman for Julianna confirmed that the team owner was in fact joking and that no video recording was going to be made or released for public consumption.
And speaking as a woman, I can only say that I had hoped otherwise.
Camera change as Tracie is smiling:
However, I will say one final piece before we proceed with our show. Congratulations, Julianna. You truly are an inspiration to every ambitious woman who has ever wanted it all. We at SportsNation salute you.
Pause and new angle.
Well, coming up on our show, we'll have special guests who will analyze what the New York Nailers will face on their path to the Super Bowl, and if such a path will even be likely for a team that has a long road ahead to go Stay tuned, America.
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Julianna
Sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, flooding the living room with the mellow orange light of the setting sun. I step out into the balcony and take a deep breath, my eyes taking in the sight of the sprawling concrete jungle under me - the crowded pavements, the never ending traffic, and the hustle and bustle of everyday Americans. It’s New York, my home. And here, looking down at the city, I can’t help but feel as the Queen of it all.
“It’s time for some fuckin’ celebration!” I hear Colt’s voice inside my living room and I turn around, looking as he strolls inside the apartment with Ethan by his side. We left the press conference together, but we didn’t take the limo - none of us wanted to wait for it, so I just hopped on my car, the two men following behind me on their sports cars, and raced across through NY’s traffic as fast as we could. After arriving, I left the door unlocked so that they wouldn’t have to knock. After all, we’re past trivial things like knocking and monogamy.
“Yes, this time I have to agree with Colt,” Ethan says, an ear-to-ear smile on his lips and an uncorked bottle of champagne in his hands. I smile back at them, still having a hard time believing that staunch rivals such as these have both turned into my willing lovers.
“A fucking celebration,” I purr, the word fucking drawling out of my mouth as I step into the apartment and walk towards them. “I like the sound of it.”
“I bet you do,” Colt smirks, taking the bottle out of Ethan’s hand and unwrapping the cork. He places his thumb over it and pushes, sending it flying through the air as the bubbly champagne gushes out of the bottle in a torrent. He throws his head back and takes an hearty swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “And we have a surprise for you.”
A surprise? I like surprises, yes I do, particularly if it comes from Ethan and Colt.
“Yes, there’s something we have to tell you,” Ethan says, smiling tenderly at me. “Me and Colt, we’ve talked and reached a decision. We’re both staying in the team… with you. Nobody can splits us up, not now.”
“How?” I merely ask. There’s nothing that I want more than having both of them stay in New York, but I can’t go against the league’s regulations and disregard the salary cap. Trust me, there’s nothing that I want more than having these two playing on the New York Nailers, but I just can’t do that. And don’t think I’m saying this because I’m fucking them - no, I’m saying it because they are the best players that I have ever seen and because I’m fucking them.
“We’ll take pay cuts,” Colt says, and I have to wait a full second to understand exactly what the meaning behind his words. Pay cuts? Are they forfeiting millions of dollars on wages so that they can stay with me? “Don’t look so surprised. Whatever it takes, we’ll be together. The three of us.”
I’m speechless, I really am. No words can express what I’m feeling right now. With them both playing for me I have a real shot at a winning championship, at securing my father’s dream… And more than, a shot at lasting happiness.
“I love you. I love you so damn much,” I tell them, grabbing the bottle of champagne and going around the couch. I sit down and place the bottle down on the center table. There’ll be time for drinking later. Now, as they said, it’s time for some fucking celebration.
Literally.
They sit next to me, Ethan on my right side and Colt on the left one. The memory of how everything started, right her
e on this couch, flashes through my mind. At the time, I was content enough fucking either Colt or Ethan - but now I know that perfection only happens when the three of us are together.
I’ve never been a sentimental kind of woman, but with them I can’t help but feel like an horny teenager all over again. I’m so crazy for them that I can’t even tell where love ends and where lust starts. And, to be honest, that works just fine.
Colt places his hand on my knee, sliding it up my leg and slowly lifting the hem of my dress. Just knowing what’s to come, I already feel an aching warmness between my thighs. I look towards Ethan and, placing two fingers under his chin, reel him in and press my mouth on his. He parts his lips, kissing me slowly as Colt massages my inner thighs with a gentle patience I didn’t know he was capable of.
I rock my hips slightly, eager to feel Colt’s fingers on me; he doesn’t wait any longer, flattening the palm of his hand over my black lace thong and rubbing my pussy with his long fingers. I let desire fly up from my loins all the way up to my brain, frying all traces of decency inside of it, and I start kissing Ethan ardently, my tongue lashing out inside his mouth and wrestling with his.
Letting go for just a few seconds, Colt pushes the folds of my dress up to my waist, bunching it up over my stomach, and grabs at my thong with both his hands. I lift my ass up from the couch as he pulls on the fabric, sliding it down my legs in a teasing way. God, just sitting here half-naked with these two is almost enough to make me come.
As Colt takes care of my underwear, Ethan takes his hands to my back and unzips my dress, baring my skin there; I lift my arms up in the air, allowing him to push the dress out off of me. He unhooks my lace bra after that, pushing its straps down my shoulders and throwing it to the floor. My hard nipples almost buzz with contentment, the air in the room caressing the naked tips of my breasts with care.
I pull back from Ethan’s kiss and let a barely audible moan escape my lips as Colt brushes a fingertip over my labia, my wet folds burning up with desire. I grab at Ethan’s hair and push his head down, his lips flying straight to my neck and nibbling at the tender and smooth skin there. With my head thrown back against the couch, I close my eyes as the two men I love delight themselves with my body.
It took me a while to see that what I felt for them went beyond the physical. It is something far more powerful, something untamable, wild and free. You might call it love, but what the three of us have goes far beyond that. I know that while some people will admire me, others will call what we sin and perversion - but, in all honesty, all of those people can go fuck themselves.
If you ask me, they’re just jealous.
Colt stops that train of thought easily, pressing his thumb over my clit and slowly mounting up the pressure. I start swaying my hips as I run my small fingers through Ethan’s hair, jumbling it and pulling at stray brown locks.
My heart is beating fast and incessantly and, even though I can’t know it for sure, I’m willing to bet that it’s beating in unison with their own hearts. We are in sync, the three of us. You have no idea how good sex can be when this happens.
Blindly, I look for Ethan’s crotch - I place my hand on his leg and let it slide upwards until I find the bulging between his legs. I trace its contour with my index finger and then press my hand down on it. In my small hands, his cock seems impossibly big. Well, maybe that’s because it really is that big. These two are simply a force of nature, their cocks like massive tree trunks.
With hurried movements, I grab at his belt, unclasping it and pushing it out of his waist. Still using only one hand, I unbutton his pants and then curl my fingers around his cock, over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I grab it hard, stroking him so fast I can’t help but picture him pounding him with the same ferocity. Just thinking of that makes me even wetter - and trust me, I have no idea how’s that even possible.
My fingers become even tighter around Ethan’s cock the moment Colt slides one finger inside of me. He hooks it in me fast, his fingertip brushing all the way up my inner walls until it meets that hidden burning spot inside of me. He rubs it there, my breathing growing more and more ragged as he does it.
Almost growling, I tug on Ethan’s boxers. I open my eyes just in time to see his thick rod jumping up, its tip already glistening with pre-cum. I lay one fingernails on his root, and then run it all the way up his shaft before I grab it once more. God, I need to have him in my mouth.
Just that one thought and I’m leaning in, my parted lips vying for his pulsing glans. I wrap my mouth around it, sucking harder than I intended as Colt suddenly slides one more finger inside of me. I start rocking my hips against his hand as he keeps fingering me, flicking his wrist at me and sending his fingers flying in and out of my aching pussy.
Ethan places one hand on top of my head and, as he squeezes hard on my heaving breasts, he pushes me all the way down his glorious length. I let myself go, his cock fitting over my tongue as I swallow him; I go deep, and I mean really deep… So deep my lips are brushing against the root of his cock. It’s hard to believe that I can fit all of him inside my mouth, but that’s what feverish lust does to you - it makes you run past your limitations.
I start bobbing my head up and down, matching the rhythm of Colt’s fingers inside of me. I have to stop for a moment, gritting my teeth as Colt’s incessant pace makes my inner walls become tighter around his fingers, squeezing hard on the two of them. Realizing the way my pussy is succumbing to his touch, he pushes his fingers even deeper, only stopping when they find my G-spot.
God, it feels like a bullet hit my brain.
I scream harshly, my throat already feeling raw by the sudden violence in my voice. I’m grabbing Ethan’s cock with an harshness I can’t avoid, my whole body trembling as the first orgasm of the day courses through my veins. And the best part of it isn’t even the pleasure that’s smacking my brain around - no, the best of it is that I know we’re just getting started.
Still with Colt’s finger in me, I lean into Ethan and wrap my lips around him once more. I climb on top of the couch and kneel, sucking Ethan’s cock as I turn my ass back to Colt. He runs one hand over my round cheeks, grabbing at them harshly as he keeps sliding his fingers in and out of me, my wet juices coating his hand.
Then, unexpectedly, he takes his fingers out of me. I hear him move on the couch, the leathery sound clawing at my eardrums, and then I feel the tip of his tongue running across the crevice between my thighs. He places both hands on my buttocks and leans into me, placing his mouth right above my pussy and licking it from behind. Unable to control myself, I thrust my ass back at him, feeling his mouth pressing against my pussy. In a fraction of a second, he starts sucking almost as if he is possessed, the sound he makes when the edge of my labia slide inside his lips almost enough to make me come all over again.
Ethan pops his cock out of my mouth, but just for the time necessary to stand up. Towering over me, he grabs his member and guides it inside me once more, this time slowly thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth as if he was doing it to my pussy.
As Ethan handles my mouth, Colt keeps on sucking me; he places one arm around my waist and two fingers over my clit. He then starts rubbing it with furious and deliberate circles, his tongue lapping at me with the same intensity. I’m moaning hard, and I’m doing it with Ethan’s cock inside of me, the sound of these moans nestled on my throat and vibrating through his thickness.
I feel that old familiar voltage creeping in, seeping through my muscles and inundating my mind with pleasure. This time, I fight against the urge to scream and simply suck harder on Ethan as I explode, my fingernails burying themselves on the couch’s leather.
I’m burning up, my whole body buzzing with delight as I come for the second time in a row. Before Ethan and Colt, if I came three times during sex it was already surprising - but now, that’s just the warm-up. To guys like them, they don’t stop until they stretch a woman’s body and mind to the limit… Except, of course, they don’t know, recog
nize, or accept any limits. To them, that’s just a word made up by lesser men.
It’s perfectly fine to be jealous of me, don’t worry about that - I know every woman on Earth would lie, steal and kill to be right where I am now. But they’re not… Well, tough luck.
I take Ethan’s cock out of my mouth and turn to Colt, moving as fast as a wild cat, and unbuckle his pants in the blink of an eye. I unbutton them, tugging on the fabric with both my hands, and push them down hard, sending them flying down his legs with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, but I don’t even waste any time by grabbing it - no, I want it inside of me, and I want it right fucking now.
On all fours again, I turn back to Ethan and start to devour his pulsing cock once again, wiggling my ass back at Colt as an invitation. He positions himself behind me and, grabbing my buttocks hard, rests the fat head of his cock against my labia. There’s no teasing or fooling around now - he simply thrusts, piercing me all the way in such a way that a blinding light flashes in my field of vision.
His thrusts are absolute perfection, his cock sliding in and out of me like a rock hard pendulum. I take Ethan’s cock out of my mouth and start stroking it hard, my fingers wrapped around his thick meat as if I was holding a soda can. For a moment, I consider stroking him to the point of no return, already imagining how it would feel to have him come all over my face as Colt fucks me into oblivion. But no, there’s time for that. Why rush?
Colt hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me back; there’s no way I’d be able to resist his pull - not that I would ever want to - so I let myself go back into him. He sits back on the couch, his cock sheathed in me all the way up to the hilt as I straddle him in reverse, my back to him. I start swaying my hips, rocking my body against his as my pussy burns with uncontrollable desire.
