Double Team

hands over her breasts again.

“Are you sure? We should be certain,” I tell her. “Like… right here, for example. Definitely want to make sure.” I slide my fingers between her legs where she’s warm and already so slick. This time, I'm in front of her. This time, I get to see her expression change – the way her eyes get heavy, the way she bites on her lip as I slowly probe her with my fingers.

Behind her, Noah runs his hands down her hips and over her ass. "What about here, Grace?" he asks. I can't see what he's doing, but her eyes widen just a little. "Such a tight little asshole. Has anyone been here before?”

“No." She doesn't speak the word. She moans it, and her pussy tightens around my fingers, her response to his touch immediate. I thrust inside her with my fingers, stroking her as Noah presses his fingers against her asshole. As I build momentum, she grips my biceps tightly for support.

“No one has been inside you,” Noah says. “Which one of us is going to take your sweet, tight little virgin hole?”

"I… I'm not sure," she whispers, her eyes searching mine. "Which one of you wants it?”

Noah chuckles under his breath. "I guarantee you, both of us want it.” I watch as he presses his cock against her ass cheek, and a surge of jealousy rushes through me.

“If you think for a second that you’re going to take it now - ” I growl.

"I'm so close," Grace begs, her voice soft, a reminder to keep my focus on her pleasure. She reaches for my cock, distracting me from arguing with Noah by running her hand down my length as she whimpers. I press my fingertips against the textured spot inside her, provoking a long moan.

"Come on my fingers, sugar," I tell her. "Come on my fingers and then you’re going to come on my cock.”

“And on mine,” Noah interrupts.

“But, first mine.”

“Oh my God. Fucking. Stop. Arguing.” Grace gasps the words, letting go of my cock and gripping my arms as she comes hard, her words lost in her moans. Her muscles clench down on me so tightly, I swear my damn fingers are about to break off, but I stroke her and stroke her until she finally calms down, the large convulsions turning into gentle flutters.

The first thing Noah says when Grace stops moaning is: "Fine. No arguing." He waits only seconds after I slip my fingers from between her legs before he spins her around to face the shower wall, pulling Grace's hands above her head and placing her palms flat on the marble. The water from the shower runs over her naked body, falling down her skin in little rivers. “But you’re mine. I mean ours. And we are going to take every inch of you.”

“Both of us,” I add.

“You guys,” she warns.

“At the same time." I modify my words. "Both of us are going to take you at the same time. See? We're capable of sharing."

"We can share. We’re going to share," Noah echoes. I watch as he stands behind her, guiding his cock between her legs. "Fuck, you are so warm and wet. I want to slide my cock inside you right now. Except that would leave Aiden out. And you want us both at once, don’t you?”

Grace whimpers. “Yes.”

Noah steps to the side abruptly. “Feel her wetness on your cock, Aiden.”

When I step behind her and press my cock between her legs, she sighs contentedly. I drag the head of my dick along her slit. Her recent orgasm is still evident, her pussy lips still swollen when I touch them.

I want to be inside that pussy so bad right now.

Instead, I step back, admiring the view of her ass. "Look how fucking mature we are, Noah."

“You want us to work together, Grace?” Noah asks, his hand moving down his length. “You want us to take turns? You want us to play nicely?”

“Yes."

“Push your ass out,” I demand. “Arch your back and show us your pretty pussy and your little asshole.”

Noah grabs a handful of her ass. “We’re both going to claim you, sweetheart.”

Grace looks over her shoulder, her lips pouty as she arches her back more, proudly displaying herself to us. She’s like a fucking wet dream right now. Her eyes survey us as we jerk off, each of us with a hand on her ass cheeks, spreading her so we can see everything.

"This belongs to us," Noah declares. I stroke my cock, watching as he comes right on her asshole, marking it as his.

Ours.

Fuck.

I’ve never jerked off on a woman the way I am right now – and never after another man.

Yet I can't help it. There's something primal about seeing Noah mark his territory – our territory – and knowing that she’s going to give herself fully to both of us.

She’s bent over, completely on display, and I mark her as mine.

She stands there with our cum dripping down her, and I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything so damn hot in my life.

24

Noah

This fucking girl.

Grace lies on her back on the bed, her face flushed from the orgasm in the shower, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and longing.

I want to erase the longing part right off of her face. I want her to be satiated.

This girl has me wound so tight, so pent up from lusting after her, that I’m hard again, even after coming twice. Her mouth wasn’t enough for me. Jerking off on her and marking her mine wasn’t nearly enough either. I want to feel her pussy tight around my cock. I want to feel her scream her orgasm as she comes on me.

After the shower, Aiden and I took her to bed, laying her down between us – teasing and kissing and tormenting her again nonstop until she was writhing, begging to feel us inside her.

Now, Aiden's face is buried between Grace's legs. Her moans echo loudly in the quiet of the bedroom.

I don’t know how the hell the three of us ended up like this. The idea that I’d share Grace with anyone – especially my best friend – is insane. I’m not a generous man, and I’ve never shared a woman.

Except here I am with her and Aiden.

It makes no damn sense at all. It makes no sense that I’m watching Aiden between the legs of the girl I’ve been lusting after and that I don’t want to kill him with my bare hands for daring to touch her. And it makes no sense that the thought of Aiden and I being inside her at the same time makes my dick so hard I think it might explode.

I reach for a condom in the nightstand and tear open the wrapper, rolling it onto my length as I listen to Grace’s moans and whimpers as Aiden licks her. Her moans are like music, a fucking symphony that fills the room.

She tilts her head back, her gaze meeting mine to linger only for a moment before it travels down the length of my body and settles on my cock. She does that thing where she takes her lower lip between her teeth, the thing she does when she's turned on.

As I make my way back to the bed, Aiden looks up at me, a dark look passing over his face. His jealousy that I'm about to be inside her is transparent, and Grace notices, her expression softening as she brings herself up to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed. She kisses him, long and sensual, and I let them have their moment. When she pulls away, the look is erased from Aiden’s face and replaced by lust.

I kneel behind her on the bed, my hands exploring her body from behind as Aiden's roam the front of her. “Is this what you want, Grace? You’re sure?”

She lets out a long moan. “I’m sure.”

Aiden groans. “You’ve thought about sucking my cock while Noah fucked you?”

She whimpers. “Yes.”

I put a hand in the middle of her back, pushing her down to her elbows so she’s on all fours between us. “Like this?” I ask, caressing her ass cheek. Her pussy lips peek out from between her legs, glistening with her wetness, and I know the answer to my question already but I want her to say it.

“Yes.” Her voice cracks as she answers.

“I want to see you put Aiden’s cock in your mouth,” I demand, and she does, whimpering as she wraps her lips around him. His hands are on the back of her head as h

e begins to thrust into her mouth. “You thought about sucking Aiden's cock while my dick was buried inside you, and it made you come, didn't it?" I reach between her legs. She's so damn wet.

She moans her response, her voice muffled by Aiden’s shaft.

I can’t wait any longer. Pressing my cock to her pussy, I pause for a moment just inside her entrance, savoring the sensation of her tightness giving way to me. She arches her back and pushes her hips toward me, obviously greedy for my cock.

So I give it to her.

Gripping her hips, I plunge inside her in one swift movement until I'm buried deep, my balls pressed against her pussy lips. She's so tight that it nearly takes my breath away, and I have to pause for a second as she adjusts to my girth.

She moans, long and loud. But that’s not the only sound I hear. Aiden groans, too – low and guttural and totally primal, unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him before. When I look at him, his expression is one of torment. Gripping Grace's hair, he thrusts into her mouth harder than he did before, clearly stirred up by seeing me fuck her.

I think that it must be jealousy that has him so wound up, until he speaks.

“Fuck her.” His voice is raspy as he encourages me. When he pushes deeper inside her mouth for emphasis, Grace moans, rocking her ass against me and spurring me on. “Fuck her and tell me how her pussy feels.”

Then I realize that he’s not jealous. He’s turned on. Oh, hell. I thrust harder inside her, my movements quickening as she adjusts to me.

“Her pussy is the best thing on Earth.” It's not an exaggeration. I'm being honest. It's the best thing I've ever felt in my life. "It’s warm. So fucking warm and wet and tight. Hell, it’s insanely tight. Her pussy fits me like a glove, Aiden.”

"Oh, God," Grace breathes, her words muffled. She moans over and over as she meets me with every thrust, bucking against me to impale herself on my cock.

"Just like her mouth," Aiden murmurs. "Her warm, wet, tight, perfect mouth."

I bring my hand down hard on Grace's ass cheek, causing her to yelp. Her muscles squeeze my cock tightly in response to the blow. "Is this what you like, Grace? Using your perfect mouth to suck Aiden's cock while I'm buried inside you? Being totally filled up by both of us?"

She pulls away from Aiden long enough to answer. “Yes. I love it.”

I can’t get enough of her.

"You want us to come in you, don't you, sugar?" Aiden asks. "You want us to fill you up from both ends?"

"Oh, God," she moans again, her words muffled.

"Rub your clit, sweetheart," I tell her because I'm already starting to lose control. I want her to come on my cock, to feel her pussy squeeze me until there's nothing left. "You're going to come on my cock and you're going to swallow every last drop that Aiden gives you."

"Oh, hell," Aiden growls.

Grace reaches between her legs, balancing on her knees and one hand as Aiden fucks her mouth faster now. Arousal builds inside me as I plunge my cock deeper into her, reveling in the fact that she's so damn wet for us.

I lose track of time. I lose track of everything except how Grace feels as she squeezes my cock, how her ass looks as I pull in and out of her, and how she bobs on Aiden's dick. The only thing I'm aware of now are sensations – the sound of my heavy, filled-to-bursting balls against the bottom of her pussy, her whimpers that turn into little grunts as she gets closer to climax, Aiden’s dirty words encouraging her to suck harder, faster, deeper.

Everything is sensation now – slickness and sweat, groans and grunts, moans and cries. Tightness and wetness and the softness of Grace against me.

Until she cries out loudly, her voice breaking through every other sensation as she comes. The second she starts to orgasm, her pussy squeezes my cock, setting my orgasm off in an instant. I grip her hips, pulling her as tightly against me as she can possibly fit, fucking her harder and harder as I let go. Her muscles squeeze me, milk me, and demand everything from me.

I don’t close my eyes. I come inside her with my eyes open, watching as Aiden's face screws up and he yells, clutching her hair at the roots as he comes in her mouth. And I watch in fascination as she swallows everything from him, even as her pussy continues to squeeze my cock.

For a few minutes, everything in the room is still. The only sound is our breathing –more like panting – as the three of us struggle to catch our breaths.

Fucking hell. The sense of release is insane, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, the pent-up frustration that came from being near this girl and not being able to bury myself deeply inside her.

Until now.

I let out a long exhale. The problem is, I know before my cock even stops throbbing that this girl is going to be an addiction. I’m only going to want more. And wanting someone like her is a dangerous temptation because she's totally out of reach.

25

Grace

It’s midnight. That’s what the clock on my phone says, and I know that because I’ve checked it approximately three hundred times. It’s midnight and I, Grace Sullivan, the head of a charity foundation and daughter of the ultimate spokesman for good old-fashioned American family values – am lying in bed between two men. Two really hot men. Two really, really hot men who just fucked the hell out of me, carried me into the shower again and cleaned me up, and then deposited me right back in this bed.

Two football players who pulled me against them like this was the most normal situation in the entire world.

And then promptly fell asleep.

Now I’m sandwiched between Noah and Aiden, who are lying on their backs on either side of me, snoring loudly. These aren’t regular snores, either. They’re like two freight trains. Or chainsaws. Dueling snorers. I wonder how the hell I slept in this house without hearing them through the walls before.

I should be exhausted after four orgasms. Four! The most orgasms a boyfriend had ever given me before in a single night was exactly one, and that wasn’t anything compared to this. I’m not sure what I had with anyone before Noah and Aiden was even an orgasm. What happened tonight with them was earth-shattering, toe-curling, axis-tilting sex.

Filthy, uninhibited, holy-shit-what-am-I-doing sex.

With two men.

Two football players with wild reputations.

Two men who were very good at what they did tonight – with their mouths, with their cocks. Sharing me.

They’ve probably done this before, you know.

The thought pops into my head, and my breath catches in my throat, my heart skipping a few beats.

No, that’s not true. You saw how they fought over you, how they competed for you. These men aren’t in the business of sharing women.

Except that they’re athletes. Football players have lots of groupies, don’t they? Women throw themselves at them like they’re rock stars.

Kind of the way you just threw yourself at their feet? An image flashes in my head: me on my knees in front of them in the kitchen, sucking on their cocks one right after the other and then begging them to come on my lips.

What the hell am I doing, begging for two men to fuck me?