Team Players - Page 48

"We need to shower," Donovan says, tugging his shirt over his head. "Maggie might have a thing for sweaty men, but I'd rather be fresh when I get close."

The triplets have a bathroom in the corner that is essentially a wet room. Donovan stalks toward it, tossing his shirt in the hamper, dropping his shorts and boxers to reveal tight rounded glutes and thighs so muscular I get an urge to squeeze them hard. He turns, and the full glory of his cock standing proud knocks the breath from my lungs. Big and thick, it's the same warm brown as the rest of his body. "Don't do anything until I'm done."

"You wanna keep the lady waiting?" Dwayne asks over my shoulder.

Daryl has slid the strap of my bra over my shoulder, and he's running the tips of his fingers just under the cup, maddeningly slowly.

"I'm worth waiting for. You need to get your sweaty ass clean too."

"Maybe Maggie would like to watch," Daryl says, eyes sparkling with mischief.

I'm already weak at the knees and panting with arousal, so all I can do is nod because who the hell wouldn't want to see three gorgeous football players showering, so they're clean enough to fuck.

Donovan is already soaping himself, big hands working a lather over his slick skin. His biceps bulge and abs ripple with his movements, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And when he washes his cock, sliding his hand up and down with heavy-lidded eyes, I lean back against Dwayne.

"Oh, Maggie likes watching for sure." Daryl laughs, pulling off his own shirt so roughly I hear stitches breaking. It's like time is repeating as he follows the same path as his identical triplet, tossing his clothes in the hamper and finding his way under the running water. Donovan is already toweling himself dry, and I watch with hot cheeks as Dwayne slides his hand under my bra and uses his thumb and forefinger to stimulate my nipple.

"You like watching my brothers?"

"Yes," I say, and then moan because he's tugging my nipple harder while his other hand slides down the front of my belly. Daryl is halfway to clean, and Donovan is already stalking back across the room.

"My turn," he says, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. It's as though I weigh nothing at all as he lays me gently down, crawling up and over me. "How did it feel to be with Harley and Hunter? Did they make you feel good?"

I nod, blinking slowly as he gazes at my body, mind working on what he should do first. It's hard to know if his question is competitive or just interested.

"What did they do that you liked? Did they lick you?"

I nod, a shudder running through me at the memory.

"Did they fuck you at the same time?" I shake my head, and instinctively my hand goes over my belly. Donovan nods, leaning down to kiss my lips. As he does, his thick cock rests against my skin, and I reach down to take hold of it, wanting to feel the heat of him, the velvety softness over the rigid center. He's big. So big that I gasp.

"Yeah," he hisses, his eyes closing as I stroke him up and down. "That's it, Maggie. That's it."

"I see your game," Daryl says, emerging from the bathroom, rubbing his head with the towel.

Donovan laughs and nuzzles my nose with his. "These boys always think they're smarter than me but look who's got pole position."

"I'm not a motor race," I laugh.

"Nothing about this is going to be fast," Donovan says. He moves down my body, his lips grazing my neck, my clavicle, the valley between my breasts. The heat of his tongue on my nipple has me arching my back, and when he sucks… oh, when he sucks, I moan loudly enough to make him smile against my skin.

"She likes that," Daryl says, finally dry enough to climb onto the bed next to us.

"Take over," Donovan orders, moving lower to taste my navel and then slide his tongue down the middle of my belly until it's poised over my panties. He waits, then begins to slowly push them over my hips.

"You know that guy at the motorcycle shop was thinking about doing this to you…" Donovan says. "When you straddled that bike, and your pussy made contact with his ass, his mind went to eating you out."

"You don't know that." My hands find the top of his head, half wanting to urge him on, half wanting to slow him down and hear more of his filthy words.

"I know because I've been thinking about it all day too. Wanting to see this pretty pussy, wanting to know what you smell like, what you taste like, how you'll quiver when I do this." He bends close, inhaling before the point of his tongue flicks my already swollen clit. "Fuck," he mutters as my legs close around his head, the sensation too much for me to bear. He forces my knees apart, spreading me wide.

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