by M. F. Wild
I held up my hand. “No, thanks. I’m good.”
“Just let me know if I can get you anything.” The older lady patted me on the shoulder before moving to check on her other customers.
The double cheeseburger and fries on my plate looked delicious, but I wasn’t the least bit hungry. I’d only ordered it because I felt guilty holding up a table in her section while I waited on Travis’s slow ass. I swore the boy would be late to his own funeral.
I was checking my phone when Travis slid into the seat across from me. “Sorry I’m late, dude. I had to give Lucas a lift into town.” He eyed my plate. “You gonna eat that?”
Shaking my head, I slid the food across the table. “Help yourself.”
“Thanks, I’m starved.”
He wolfed down the thick double cheeseburger in three bites. I’d never seen anything like him. He was like a human vacuum cleaner.
“So, what’s up?” He grabbed a mouthful of fries.
Taking a deep breath, I leaned into the table, checking to make sure no one was listening around us. “First, I need to know I can trust you.”
Travis narrowed his eyes at me, pushing the now empty plate to the side. “Of course you can trust me. I’m your best friend.”
“I know that, but what I’m about to ask of you involves some pretty deep shit.”
Travis looked over his shoulder and then leaned in, dropping his voice. “What’s going on, Eric? Are you in some sort of trouble?”
I shook my head. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s about Clare.”
“Clare?”
I nodded and cleared my throat. “I’m planning on surprising her with something, and I need your help to pull it off.”
A look of relief washed over him as he relaxed back against the back of the booth. “Shit, dude. You had me scared there for a minute. I thought you were going to ask me to help you bury a body or something.” He laughed before continuing. “So what do I need to do?”
I shifted nervously in my seat. “Well, that’s just it. You’re part of the surprise.”
“Me?” Travis snorted. “You want me to jump out of a cake naked or something?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
This conversation was getting way off track. I had to reel it in quick.
“Do you remember our threesome in Coach’s office?”
Travis shot up in his seat and looked around us. “Keep your voice down. Of course I remember. How the hell do you think I could forget about something like that?”
“Apparently, Clare’s been thinking about it a lot lately. I overheard her talking to her roommate about a fantasy of hers.” Reaching in my pocket, I retrieved the set of handcuffs that I’d stolen off Clare’s bed. I knew they belonged to Lacey, but I didn’t think she’d mind if I borrowed them for a bit.
Travis smirked. “Nice. So she wants to make things kinky.”
“Actually, it involves more than just those.” I eyed the cuffs on the table. “I need another guy with us, someone we know we can trust.” I had to be careful of our selection. If any of this got out, it could ruin her reputation, not to mention possibly getting us all kicked out of school.
Travis’s eyes widened. “You mean like a gangbang?”
“Shhh!” I shot him a hard glare.
“Sorry, man.” Travis eyed me. “Are you sure about this? It’s just a fantasy, Eric. It doesn’t mean you have to actually bring it to life. Besides, I thought you loved her.”
“I do love her. That’s why I’m doing this.”
He blew out a breath. “Jesus. Don’t you think this is a little extreme?”
“Maybe, but it’s necessary.” He had no idea what lengths I would go to when it came to Clare. “So, are you in or out?”
He shook his head, but his expression grew more serious. “Yeah, I’m in. I just hope you don’t regret doing this.”
There was no room for regrets, not now at least. “Any ideas about who we can bring in on this?”
“I don’t know, man. Let me think.” He rubbed the back of his neck and then straightened in his seat as one of our teammates walked through the door of the café. He motioned his head in that direction. “What about Tyler?”
Tyler Randall was probably the last person I would have picked, especially knowing how inexperienced he was with girls. He drunkenly admitted at one of our team bonfires that he’d only had one blowjob in his life. Throwing him into a gangbang would be like throwing him into a lion’s den.
“I don’t know, man. Don’t you remember what he admitted to at the bonfire? He’s still a virgin.”
“That’s what makes him perfect. Think about it. Not only is the dude clean, he’s also transferring to the University of Florida in the spring. After Christmas break, he won’t be around to run his mouth about anything.”
I allowed the idea to run through my head. I had to admit, Tyler was a perfect candidate. There was just one problem.
“But how do we get him to agree to something like this?”
Travis winked as he waved Tyler over to our booth. “Just leave that part to me, my friend.”
* * *
The truth will set you free. At least, that was what I was hoping when I made the phone call to Megan. She knew me better than anyone, which was why I should have told her the whole story about Eric from the beginning. If anyone could help me wrap my brain around this, she could.
“Shit, Clare. Why would you agree to something like this?”
I blew out a breath. Not only had I expected the scolding, I deserved it.
“Because I didn’t want to lose him. I love him, Megan. I thought it was the only way to have him in my life.”
“I just don’t get it. Eric told you he loves you. Why isn’t that enough to end all of this? It doesn’t make sense that he’d want to keep this ridiculous agreement going for three more weeks.”
“He thinks there’s some lingering desire that’s holding me back from being with him.”
“Well? Is there?” Megan asked.
I hesitated with my answer. Part of me was ashamed to admit it, but I’d already told her this much. I might as well come clean about everything else.
“Yeah, there are a few things. I had this connection with someone that I’ve never quite been able to shake.”
“Who? You mean with this Paul guy?”
“No, that was just physical. This was much deeper.”
“Maybe you need to meet with this guy so that you can sort through your feelings.”
My shoulders sank. “I wish it were that easy, but unless you can find some way to magically transport me back to Hawaii, that’s kind of impossible.”
A loud gasp filled my ear. “Reed? But I thought he was just an island hookup?”
“There was something there between us that I can’t explain. As much as I love Eric, I just haven’t been able to shake Reed from my mind.” I paused, toying with the ripped hem of my jeans. “Anyhow, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again anyway.”
Megan remained quiet on the other end of the line.
It was a rare thing to render Megan speechless. I was about to make a joke about it when I glanced up at the large round clock that hung on the coffee shop wall. I had promised Eric I’d meet up with him.
“Shit, I’d better go. I’m late. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thank you for listening.”
“Promise me you’ll be careful with all of this, okay? I just want you to be happy, whether that’s with Eric or not.”
“I will. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hurriedly gathered my things and shoved my phone into my pocket. The sudden buzz of my phone halted me in mid-step. Retrieving it, I read the message on the screen from Eric.
Meet me at the field house.
I shot a text to Lacey and then I sent Eric a reply.
On my way.
* * *
The field house was dark when I arrived. I could’ve sworn Eric’s text said to meet
him here. Squinting my eyes, I noticed a dim light spilling out from one of the rooms at the back of the building. Hesitantly, I took a step forward.
“Eric?”
Using the flashlight on my phone to guide me, I crossed the workout room and headed toward the long hallway. Once I entered the locker room, I could hear the distant sound of water running. Eric must have decided to grab a quick shower after his workout.
As I glanced around the abandoned locker room, my eyes lit up with possibility. If we had the place all to ourselves, maybe Eric could use a bit of company.
I slipped off my shoes and quickly began disposing of my clothes, tossing them on a long wooden bench. A thick layer of steam poured from the showers, making it impossible to see anything from the doorway. Squinting, I inched forward. I finally made out the silhouette of a tall, muscular figure standing beneath the water. My heart raced with anticipation as I stepped my bare foot onto the wet ceramic floor. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Eric’s face.
The steam suddenly parted, and I made out a very familiar backside…Travis’s. Guilt stricken, I looked away. But the temptation was too much to fight. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I allowed my gaze to follow the thick layer of soapy foam that trailed down his perfectly sculpted back, continuing downward until it coated his perfect ass.
Sweet Jesus, I never knew soap could be so erotic to watch.
Travis braced himself on the shower wall and ducked his head beneath the spray to rinse his hair. I bit my lower lip, drinking in every inch of his naked body. When he turned to the side, I caught a glimpse of his gloriously long cock.
My core clenched at the memory of how wonderful he had felt in my body. Like Eric, Travis was very well-endowed—a fact that made our threesome one I would never forget. Secretly, I longed to be deliciously stretched like that again. Maybe that was why my mind had conjured up the wild fantasy of being taken by multiple men in the first place.
I shut my eyes and shook my head, trying to blink away my dirty thoughts. When I reopened them, Travis was smiling at me and stroking his thick shaft. I was just about to turn when heat from another body blanketed me from behind. When I glanced down, I recognized Eric’s hands as he slid them across my bare stomach.
“Like what you see, baby?” He pulled me back against him, pressing his erection into my bottom. I spun around in Eric’s arms.
“I-I’m sorry. I thought it was you in here. I was going to surprise you.”
Dressed in his football jersey and workout shorts, he stared down at me with those penetrating eyes, the ones that wielded complete control over my body. The heated expression on his face caught me off guard. Was he somehow turned on by all of this?
Eric’s mouth turned up slightly as he cupped my face in his hand.
“Are you really sorry?” His seductive tone sent a shiver through me. He walked me backward until my back hit a wet body.
Travis reached for my hips and brushed his mouth against my ear as he spoke. “Don’t be sorry, Clare. I’m not.”
“W-What’s going on?” I stuttered, nervously looking up at Eric for some sort of explanation.
Eric ran the pad of his thumb across my jaw. “As much as I want you all to myself, I think there are some things that you need to get out of your system. It’s the only way to help erase those doubts in your head.”
His smoldering gaze enslaved me. Eric whispered against my trembling lips. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, fluttering my eyes. God, I didn’t think I could ever say no to this man.
“Good girl.” He broke our stare, nodding at Travis. A flash of black silk was the last thing I saw before it covered my eyes. I felt a firm tug from behind as he secured the blindfold in place.
“What are you doing?”
Eric placed his finger over my lips. “You’re about to find out.”
In one swift motion, I was swept off my feet. I could tell by the feel of the jersey against my skin that Eric was carrying me. Cool air hit my face as we walked out of the shower room. I turned my head toward the sound of the metal door opening. Where was he taking me? When the smell of freshly cut grass invaded my nose, I flew into a panic.
He’s taking me out on the field? Has he lost his mind? We’re going to get caught.
“Are you crazy? Someone will see us!” I shrieked, slapping my hand against his chest.
Eric eased me to my feet. He brushed his hands down my arms as he spoke. “Relax, baby. No one’s going to see us.”
His words did little to calm me. “How can you be sure? What about campus security?”
“They don’t patrol this end of campus again until three a.m. Everything is fine, I promise. Just trust me.”
I did trust him. Completely. I knew he wouldn’t risk something like this without taking every precaution, especially knowing how much was at stake for each of us.
When Eric sealed his mouth to mine, I immediately opened, eager to intensify the kiss. Each swipe of his tongue seemed to erase more of the fear from my body. I didn’t notice that I was walking backward until I felt cold steel against my back. Instantly, I knew it was the goalpost. He was trying to replicate my fantasy…
Grabbing the sides of my face, he deepened our kiss and pressed me harder against the pole. I was so lost in our connection that I didn’t realize my arms were being lifted above my head. Before I could protest, I heard the grinding sound of the handcuffs as they locked into place. I stepped forward, feeling the tension on my arms as I tugged against the post.
Relying on my senses, I swallowed hard, both terrified and exhilarated by what was happening around me.
“Relax, baby. We're going to make this a night you will never forget.” Travis breathed as he pressed his mouth against the nape of my neck, trailing delicate kisses across my shoulder.
Suddenly, a hand brushed across my chest. “Your tits are so fucking perfect,” Eric rasped from my opposite side before engulfing my breast into his mouth. I threw my head back and groaned as he flicked his tongue against my nipple.
Before I could recover, I felt a hand on the inside of my thigh.
“Open your legs up for me, Clare. Let me see how wet you are for us.” Travis added pressure against my thigh, urging me to spread my stance. I obeyed his command and shivered when his hand continued its journey toward my pussy.
“Goddamn,” he growled as his fingertips brushed across my drenched opening. “She’s already soaked. That greedy little cunt wants our cocks, doesn’t it?”
My answer came out in a cry when Eric’s teeth sank into the flesh of my nipple. I tried to catch my breath, but Travis caught me off guard by plunging his fingers into my pussy, feverishly pumping his hand in and out of me. The delicious combination of pain and pleasure was enough to trigger the beginning of an orgasm.
“Oh, God,” I screamed. I was just about to come when both Travis and Eric released me, leaving me primed and miserable. The ache in my core was so heavy that I began rocking my hips back and forth, desperately seeking some sort of relief.
“Not yet, baby. I want you to come on my cock,” Travis panted against my ear.
The sound of the condom wrapper opening was heaven. Shaking with need, I began to whimper. “Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. I didn’t care who fucked me. I just needed someone inside me…now.
A hand trickled down my spine, sending shivers through my body. “Shhh. Be patient. Travis is going to make you feel so good, baby.”
In my next breath, I was being hoisted up with two sets of hands. I felt my legs being positioned around Travis’s waist as my arms were pulled behind my body, within the range of motion allowed by the cuffs.
“Give it to her. Make her fucking scream,” Eric commanded.
With a low moan, Travis slowly pushed his length into me. My mouth fell open as his massive girth stretched my inner flesh.
“So fucking tight. Just like I remember,” Travis gritted out.
Each powerful thrust yanked my arms a
gainst the restraints.
“That’s it. Fuck that sweet, wet pussy. Make my girl come,” Eric coached from behind me.
Biting through the pain in my wrists, I begged for him to give me more. “Harder, Travis. Fuck me harder.”
Travis let out a loud curse, slamming into me with such force that it stole my breath. “That’s right, baby. You’ve missed this cock, haven’t you?”
“Yes, God, yes!”
The sharp sensation of his fingernails digging into my flesh triggered the delicious build in my core to intensify. My orgasm was right within reach, yet something seemed to be holding me back.
Eric’s hand was fisting my hair, anchoring my head back against the goalpost. “Give it to him, Clare. Fucking come hard on his cock,” he ordered, keeping his grip tight.
Eric’s domineering tone was all it took to send me spiraling out of control. Clenching my inner walls, I shook in Travis’s arms and cried my orgasm across the field. Travis held me still until I had come down from the climax.
“Jesus Christ, I almost came,” he breathed, easing himself out of me. Travis gently lowered my body down until I felt the ground beneath my bare feet. He held me steady while Eric worked to free me from the cuffs. One by one, my aching arms dropped to my side.
Travis rubbed my sore arms. “I’ve got you.”
I heard Travis’s voice in front of me and felt Eric’s warmth behind me, his hard cock pressing into my bottom. Smiling, I ground my ass against his hardness, begging for him to take me next.
The sound of approaching footsteps made me jump. Terrified that we’d just been caught, I buried my head into Travis’s chest. “Who’s there? What’s going on?”
“It’s okay, Clare. I promise.” Travis kissed my forehead. “Take the blindfold off. It’s time to let her see.”
With a small tug, the silk fell from my eyes. I blinked hard, struggling to clear my vision. When I finally regained my focus, a shirtless football player stood before me. A pair of gray exercise shorts hung loosely from his lean hips. The black helmet on his head concealed his identity—a detail I found both erotic and terrifying. The mystery guy took a step forward, causing me to tremble.
