Double Daddy Trouble

“Oh fuck, baby.” Isaac lost it, releasing himself inside me. He rocked me while I heard Dylan preparing the condom over his erection.

“Oh shit, let me have her pussy,” Dylan commanded. “I’m ready. And she’s so fucking ready for me.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I need you, Dylan.” I didn’t know I could ache for two men at once. It was as if my body couldn’t be soothed until they had both penetrated me in every possible opening.

Isaac scooted back on the bed as Dylan’s hands wrapped around my breasts and he pulled me onto his cock.

“Oh shit,” I screamed. He stretched and pulled me in a new way.

“Fuck me like you did Isaac. Fuck me, Vanessa. Me,” he demanded with primal urgency.

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered, riding up and down his shaft. He twisted and pinched my nipples.

Isaac leaned forward, catching my lips as the next orgasm ripped through me. I moaned into his mouth as Dylan took my knees wide, searing his dick inside me.

The orgasm tore through me like lava spilling from a high peak.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming so hard. So hard inside your sweet pussy.”

I’d never felt anything like it. I was sandwiched between the two of them. Dylan’s mouth on my neck. Isaac’s tongue twining with mine, as my orgasm bounced through my body.

With one final thrust Dylan exploded inside me and the three of us collapsed in a heap on the bed.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to breathe. I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted to feel like I did with Dylan inside me and Isaac’s eyes boring into mine.

“You ok, baby?”

I nodded. “I feel incredible.”

He kissed my forehead. “You are incredible.”

“Fuck yeah,” Dylan breathed. “Can we call in sick, boss?” he teased.

I nuzzled into the warmth of Isaac’s hard chest. “I wish we could.”

I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to attend Steve’s stupid press conference. I wanted to spend my day right here. Warm and safe. Protected by two men who had made me feel like the sexiest woman in Texas.

Nineteen

Isaac

The fucking world was upside down. I tugged at the white collar on my dress shirt. It was tight. Too damn tight. It was hot in the press room. It didn’t help I had to wear a jacket and a tie. The other guys did too. We were lined up like a bunch of ponies. Part of Steve’s plan to show just how united the team was about this engagement. The chairs were too close together. The rows were spaced far enough apart for guys who were over six feet tall. No one here weighed under 200 pounds, except the kicker. That dude was a shrimp compared to the rest of us.

It was going to be hard to sit here, knowing what I did about Vanessa. It was only one night, but I had a bond with that woman that I didn’t know could exist. We experienced something together that wasn’t grounded in gravity. It wasn’t the kind of thing I could put in words or explain. Not even to my best friend.

The jealous surges I’d had yesterday every time I thought about him being engaged to Vanessa had disappeared overnight. I woke up with her in my arms. The smell of her hair surrounded me. Th

e sound of her whimpers filled my ears. She was mine now. She was ours. Somehow in this twisted scenario it took the competition out of it. Dylan and I shared her this morning and it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever experienced.

Steve walked out from behind the corridor door and tapped the mic. There was a new print of the Warriors logo behind him.

At least they had thought to start with a cleaned-up version of the team.

“Good morning,” he greeted the team and the press.

Coach Applewhite was in the front row. He placed his visor in his lap.

Other than the guys who had attended the auction, the rest of the team didn’t know the plan. It was better that way. They would have to buy into the legitimacy of the relationship just like the fans.