“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 a 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 split 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 here 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 a 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.