“I love watching the way you take us, rebel.” Chance’s eyes are wild, his pupils dilated and making his irises appear even darker than usual. “You were made for us, you know that? This body was made for the both of us to enjoy. You belong to us.”
His chiseled abdomen flexes and ripples as he thrusts his hips. I absolutely love the dusting of dark hair leading from his navel to the base of his shaft, such a stark difference from the rest of his silky olive skin. He’s leaner than I am, and I’m obsessed by the defined cuts and striations in his muscles. I want to lick each and every one.
“You good over there, baby?” Chance arches an eyebrow at me.
I grin. “Just thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you after.”
He hums as he gazes down at Presley, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. “You love watching us together, don’t you, baby? You get off on seeing me fuck your boyfriend.”
Her pussy clenches, and I close my eyes in ecstasy. “Fuck, she gets so wet when you talk like that.”
“That’s because she’s such a needy girl.” He pushes himself all the way into her throat, and she gags before he pulls back. “She loves hearing me tell her filthy things because she knows how depraved it is, and that turns her on.”
Between the slippery, wet sounds of her arousal coating me as I pump in and out of her, and the slurping sounds she’s making around Chance’s cock, I’m ready to blow.
“You ready, pretty girl? I know you’re close. I can feel how swollen you’re getting. You’re squeezing my dick so tight.”
That tips Presley over the edge, and her body starts to shake as she moans around Chance’s cock. I’m right behind her, and grip her ankles with bruising force as I give her my release.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant. “Your pussy feels so good. You’re so wet. So perfect. I love you so much.”
White-hot heat explodes behind my eyes, and I lose all sense as I fuck her through my orgasm.
I’m completely spent by the time I finish, and can barely keep myself up on my knees. But I come down just in time to watch as Chance pulls himself from Presley’s mouth, and jerks himself off as his cum spills onto her chest.
I don’t have time to wonder why he didn’t let her swallow it down, because as soon as he’s finished, he tips his chin at me. “There you go, baby. Clean her off like a good boy, and then get on all fours so I can fuck you after.”
I drop down and run my tongue over Presley’s tits, lapping up every last drop of Chance’s warm cum.
Presley runs her fingers through my curls, humming her approval. “He issucha good boy. He listens so well. I wonder what else he’ll do.”
I rise up onto my knees, gripping onto Chance’s newly tattooed wrist and holding it up between us. “This is forever.Weare forever. You don’t have to wonder what else I’ll do, because when it comes to the two of you? The answer will always beanythingandeverything. Whatever you want, whatever you need, consider it done, because I am yours and you are mine for all of eternity.”
Maybe we’re written in the stars.
Maybe we’re fated lovers.
Or maybe we’re just plain fucking lucky.
Either way, I’m exactly where I want to be.
With my boyfriend, and our girlfriend.
“Stephen,how is Alex doing? What can you tell us about his recovery?”
My heart beats a little faster with each question, waiting for the inevitable. The press conference is live, and I just know reporters are going to hammer Stephen with questions about me.
Stephen must know it too, because despite how good he looks in his gray suit and crisp white shirt—his blue tie making his eyes pop even more than they already do—he looks uncharacteristically nervous. His jaw is tight, and he’s sitting up straight in his chair instead of leaning back in his usual relaxed stance. Gone is the happy-go-lucky man who always cracks jokes in the conference room. He’s all business today.
“Alex is doing well. The doctors want him to take it slow, but he’s itching to get back out on the ice.” He lets out a nervous laugh. “You know how stubborn us athletes can be.”
Another reporter asks, “How long until we see him play again?”
Jesus. It’s only been a couple of weeks since he woke up.These people are like vultures.
“Let’s leave that up to the doctors,” Stephen says. “Alex is making progress, so that’s all that matters.”
A reporter near the front raises his finger for the next question. “People have concerns about the brutal hit that caused Alex’s injury. What are your thoughts on Kellerman not being held responsible for his actions?”
