“I’m going to come.”
My hand is jerked away just as Crew sinks inside me. His giant body engulfs mine as his strong arm hooks around me. He grabs my face, forcing it sideways and sealing his mouth over mine.
Crew’s tongue dips inside my mouth, our lips gliding over each other’s before he lets me go and stuffs a pillow down between my legs, never stopping the slow undulating thrust inside my pussy.
“Fuck it. Fuck it like you would TJ’s face.”
I’m breathless as his fingers intertwine with mine on the bed, his hard cock rocking in and out, moving my body…my center against the fabric of the pillow.
I shiver. My eyes squeezed shut as I picture TJ underneath me, licking and sucking my clit.
“That’s it, baby. Let us have that pussy.”
Crew rocks me forward against the pillow over and over until my leg hikes up higher, my body pressing into the fabric as I circle my hips and fuck myself. But he fucks me too.
We don’t speak, only the sound of our breath serving as evidence of our debauchery. But that doesn’t mean nothing’s said. Because I’m living in the repetition of five words—let us have that pussy.
I bite the pillow, wanting more, rubbing harder, feeling my stomach tightening and my fists insatiably squeezing harder and harder.
Crew follows my lead. As I move faster and faster, so does he. His hard body’s pressing against me more and more until I’m flat on my stomach, grinding against the pillow so hard that I’m lost to sensation. I’m in a deep haze, chasing my release and uncaring of what I look like or what’s happening.
All I want is to come.
“Take it. There you go…soak my cock.”
A deep, guttural scream rises from low within my belly and erupts from my mouth, muffled by my face pressed to the mattress.
Crew’s not long after me, jerking my hips up so I’m facedown, ass up as he pounds inside me, grabbing my shoulders to anchor me as he groans, bottomed out inside of me, his cock pulsating as he comes thundering.
“Fuck.”
I wipe the hair from my face as I come down from my bliss. But before I can open my mouth to creak out my words, I’m flipped over as Crew growls, “More.”
He covers my cunt with his mouth as my hand slaps his back. I gasp, feeling overwhelmed with sensation as he licks over my raw clit before his face tears away, our eyes connecting.
“I want to taste me inside you.”
His head lowers, slower this time, as he glides his tongue over my clit, making my eyes close as all the air leaves my lungs because he’s pressing inside me. Fucking me with his tongue, tasting our cum from the warmth of my pussy before he shines a spotlight on my clit and makes me come for the second time this morning.
…without saying his name.
eighteen
“I’ve also been fucking my future ex-wife to death.”
crew
The sound of weights clanking around me fills my ears as I swipe my towel from the bench, wiping my sweaty forehead. It’s a miracle Claire let me take it easy today and only focus on weight training. She’s made it her mission to try to kill me since her failed-ass advice.
Jesus, I still shake my head thinking about Eleanor’s face when I was fucking out there in the living room like an asshole doing the quad stretches.
She’s not even the type to fall for some bullshit. I know because I’ve been working overtime to get her to scream my name, and all I have to show for it is a seven-thousand-dollar loss.
TJ’s voice bellows from behind, making my head snap over my shoulder to see him and Nate walk in. The grin on his face gives away he’s about to say something stupid. And he does.
“I’ll be goddamned. You’re alive. We thought that sweet little thang killed you and buried you in the mattress. Where the fuck you been, man?”
I chuckle as Nate zeros in on me, throwing out his two cents.
“Come on, TJ. We know exactly where he’s been.”
Here we go.
I chuck my towel at Nate, but TJ catches it with lightning speed.
Best hands in the business…so said Eleanor last night, making me want to prove her wrong, leading to a lot of fun. I’d thank him, but that’d just be rubbing it in.
I smirk, aiming to give it back as good as they give it.
“I’ve been busy, you fucking assholes. I don’t know if you heard, but I’m stuck in Vegas, about to miss training camp for the team I traded to because I married a horny little disaster. So, I need to keep myself fresh, or a Super Bowl isn’t in our future.”
Bullshit…that’s the definition of their expressions as they stare back. So I shrug and add, “I’ve also been fucking my future ex-wife to death.”
They both laugh, shoving my shoulders before Nate bends down to add more weights, doubling what I was doing for squats.
“I told you he was bogarting her,” TJ tosses to Nate, but I laugh.
Of course I am. I fully admit that I’m being selfish. But screw them—I’m the one paying the consequence, so I get all the reward.
“You like her?” Nate groans, always a man of few words, squatting with four hundred pounds across his back as TJ and I spot him.
I nod. “Yeah…” TJ looks up, surprised, but I clarify. “Not like that. Yes, I like her. She’s fucking likable. The girl is funny and easy to be around. But I’m not developing feelings. Trust me, she and I are completely on the same page. In fact, I’ve been holding debauchery with you two over her head to try to win a bet.”
Nate grunts, “You’re a dickhead,” through four more reps as we focus on spotting before TJ chimes in.
“What’s the bet?”
“She screams my name…I win…she deletes her roster. Or I pay her sister and her bestie a grand a day.”
Nate cracks his neck after banking the weights in place, narrowing his eyes on me.
“A fucking grand a day?” He chuckles. “Nah, come on…you’re into her, because then why give a fuck about her roster?”
I don’t even hesitate with my answer.
“Because it’s petty, inconvenient to her, and hilarious. Plus, she started that shit. She made a bet with her friends that she could resist temptation, knowing we’d already made a deal not to fucking touch each other. I just bested her hustle and put fucking back on the table.”
TJ’s still amused as Nate crosses his arms, teetering on skeptical.
“You care if we join the party?” he throws out.
I’m already shaking my head. It was a matter of time before Eleanor got what she wanted. And I get to watch her get it. Frankly, I like that she’s down for dirty shit because I’m all in, but the way Nate and I are staring at each other makes me say something I’ve never said before.
“No. Like I said, she’s down. But it’s a team event. You get me? Dibs still applies, dick.”
How old am I? Jesus.
Nate smirks, but TJ taps my arm like he’s about to tell me a good joke.
“Look at it this way. Maybe we can help your cause…get her to scream your name, seeing as your dick is unconvincing.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh. “Anyway, once I’m back at the penthouse, I’ll ask her if she wants to hang out…with all of us.”