Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 35

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“Woman, you could sell semen to seamen.”

COLTON

Ipeel a seasoned shrimp, watching Ruby do the same.

“You behind all this?” I ask.

Beau sits beside me. Blair sits beside Ruby. We’re at a table on the deck, under a white umbrella, watching the sunset while the mood of Zar’s party is darkening, too. It’s enticing as I clock people disappearing upstairs.

“In a way, yeah,” Ruby answers. “But it’s not just me. I’m like a representative.”

“So you work for someone?”

“Work? Fuck? Love?” She dances her brows at me. “It all comes together, right?”

“Any minute, I expect to see my sister walk through the door.” Blair spins a corn cob over a stick of melting butter. “That plan? That’s something she’d come up with. She studies this for a living. I know she’s in this other mysterious group.”

But Ruby won’t talk. She smiles, popping the shrimp in her mouth.

“But why do we need so much time and help?” Beau asks. “I’m ready to do this shit tomorrow. They’re right. If we do this together, it works. We’ll finally be free.”

“Because think about it. We’re making history,” I answer. “Hordes of press will stalk us. Fans will be in a frenzy. Our organizations will freak out. Then there are the haters and the homophobes. We’ll lose endorsements. And some of us have contracts up for renewal, too. Zar’s right. We need time and a plan.”

“I can’t believe you agreed that quickly.” Blair smiles in awe at Beau. “You always said you couldn’t come out while you’re playing. What changed?”

“Love,” Beau answers. “I didn’t know it’d be this good, and I don’t want to hide it. And I don’t want to be busted again like your dad did. I want to step on a field or hell, even at the fucking gas station, with my chin held high. I got one season left in me, and I’m gonna make it fucking count.”

I turn to him, shocked, “Whatdaya mean ‘one season?’”

“I mean my shoulder. I know you can tell. It’s not gonna last. So I’ll sacrifice it. I’ll make it give me everything it’s got until the very end. Until we win the Super Bowl, then I’ll retire.”

“But Beau,” Blair pleads, sounding as shocked as me, “you love football. You can’t stop playing.”

“No, I love being happy.” He reaches across the table for her hand. “I thought only football made me happy, but I was wrong. You do. He does.” He nudges my shoulder. “It’s just a game. Yeah, I’ve played it since I was a kid, but it doesn’t last.” He pauses. The sexy fucker is getting choked up. Dammit, it chokes me up, too. “We last,” he says. “We’re forever.”

“Ahhh,” Ruby sings, bouncing in her seat. “Can I be a bridesmaid?”

Blair blushes. It’s easy to see with her milky skin.

It makes Beau lean over the table, cupping her cheek, taking a long, tender kiss from her buttery lips and a little tongue before he sits down and turns to me.

He kisses me, too, for the first time in public, with others watching, and I moan against his scruffy lips. I grab him, holding him by the neck. I can feel his pulse in my grasp, our tongues relishing this moment.

Yes, this is desire, but it’s more.

It’s relief. It’s pride. It’s freedom to love him. To love us.

“So,” Ruby eases, “maybe it’s time I tell you about the second part of the party.”

Beau lifts from my lips, demanding, “Tell me we have a bedroom upstairs where we can fuck because we’re dying to.”

“I’ve prepared something for you,” Ruby answers. “The room at the end of the hall. It has a red and a black tie on the door handle. Leave the red tie on the handle if you want privacy. Hang the black tie if others can join you.”

My dick starts swelling. “Join us how?”

“You can peek in some other bedrooms upstairs with black ties, too. You’ll see how we join. Some are open with others tonight. Some aren’t. Some watch. Some join in by doing their thing in the same room.”

“Like an orgy?” Yep, my dick is raging hard.

“Like freedom,” Ruby answers. “Here, that’s what we are: free and safe.”

“But you said you’ve prepared something.” Beau lowers his brow. “What?”

“I might’ve gone shopping at Delta’s,” Blair answers, coquettish and cute. “I might’ve sent some things over ahead of time.”

“And this might not be the first rodeo here,” Ruby adds.

“Whoa!” I hold up my hands. “We can do some kink, and I’m already hard about an orgy, but hell-to-the-no on horse stuff.”

“Settle down, Trigger,” Blair teases, wiping her lips with a napkin. “What about latex?”

My cock answers for me. “Keep talking.”

“What about me doing to you what I did to Beau?”

“Oh fuck.” I scrub my face, nudging Beau. “We better put a ring on her finger soon because she’s never getting away.”

We take turns freshening up in the restroom downstairs before Ruby leads the way, escorting us upstairs. She grabs the doorknob of the first bedroom on the right. A red tie hangs from it.

“This one’s for me,” she winks, “so y’all have fun,” before she disappears into the dark room.

But the hallway is wide and bright and airy with light wooden floors and a white rug running down the center. There must be at least five bedrooms up here. Then I turn, spotting another wing on the opposite side of the landing. That must be the owner’s suite where Zar and Nick are. There’s a red tie on that door, too.

“Do you want to see?” Blair’s hand is suspended over the first doorknob on the left, a black tie swinging from it.

I look at Beau, who answers, “Real quick, because I’m too damn ready for our turn.”

Slowly, Blair opens the door, and I’m shocked by how my pulse soars, by how my dick surges. I feel like we’re doing something wrong, but we’re not.

They want to be watched.

We stand in the doorway, and I sway, lust hitting me so hard at what we see.

Booker is topping Carter. They’re naked and kissing on the lavish bed, not even looking up. They’re so lost in the moment together, they don’t care.

God, I don’t want to assume, but it looks like they’re in love—like they’ve been together for a while.

And Brayton’s with his husband, too. They’re beside Booker and Carter on the bed. Brayton has his husband on all fours so they can watch. Then, they glance up and see us doing the same.

“Come in,” Brayton coaxes. “Watch us.”

I get it. I get how our stare makes his carved pecs tense. His muscular hips thrust harder. He grabs his husband’s shoulders, pounding into his backside.

It makes my mouth water how hard Jim’s dick hangs, bouncing as he receives his husband’s fuck.

He loves him. He wants us to see it.

“We’ll watch you come,” I answer, feeling Beau cup my dick. He’s reaching behind him where I stand, stroking his palm over my hard shaft, hidden by my shorts, while I rumble, “We like watching, too.”

It makes Brayton lock his eyes on us. Like he’s proud, his muscles puffing up. Like’s he’s proving his primacy. Like he wants us to witness their love.

We’re making Booker and Carter do the same. They’re grunting as Booker’s hips thrust into Carter, his tempo almost matching Brayton’s while he fucks his husband beside them.

“Damn,” Beau sighs. “Damn, they’re fucking hot and beautiful.” He wraps around Blair, pulling her back against his chest while I hold Beau against mine.

This is new for us. But when we’re connected like this, I’m not afraid. I finally feel like I belong. Like I’m safe. I’m validated.

Men just like me love like me.

All the isolation I felt for years melts away.

The heat of our bodies and the heat of what we’re watching makes me sweat. I start rutting into Beau, my control slowly slipping.

“It’s my turn with your ass tonight.” I tease Beau, but Blair murmurs, “No, big boy. It’s my turn with your ass.”

“Our naughty girl.” I reach around Beau, moving his arm aside so I can palm Blair’s luscious breast.

Damn, our woman has the best pair. Full and lush like her hips, like her ass.

I love everything soft and curving on Blair’s body and everything hard and rigid on Beau’s.

She moans at my touch as I reach, tugging the strap of her dress down. When she wears dresses like this, all retro and sexy with a built-in corset, she doesn’t wear a bra, so I tug the fabric down, exposing what I want, gently pinching her nipple, palming the weight of her breast while I grind into Beau’s ass.

They moan for me. They’re panting, and the sight of us, of our arousal, makes Brayton grunt and growl, his husband crying out like he loves it, too. Quickly, they come. They’re loud about it, which makes Booker and Carter come, too.

I guess having new members and a new audience, one that supports them and relishes what we see, really turned them on.

“Have a good night,” Blair softly says, wedging her body so we can ease back out of the room.

We close the door behind us.

“Now,” I growl. “I don’t need to see more. I need to get fucked.”

As we walk by the other bedrooms, we hear moans. We hear soft laughter. We hear voices easily chatting. Two doors, Ruby’s and Zar’s, I assume, have red ties. The others are all black.

I wonder who’s in them. I wonder what they’re doing, but I need this more.

I need us.

When we open the door to the bedroom Ruby said was reserved for us, I’m surprised.

I expected to find bondage furniture or, hell, even ropes from the ceiling. There’s no telling with Blair. Add Ruby into their cock and cunt cahoots, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find a room full of breeding benches.

But no.

It’s just a sumptuous king-sized bed with white linens in a room decorated like a modern beach retreat. The balcony has a splash tub and loungers. Lamps glow in the room as night begins to twinkle outside.

I toss the red tie from the doorknob onto the carpeted floor, leaving the black one to swing like an invitation.

But I’m confused. “Where are our surprises from Delta’s?” I ask.

“I’m your surprise,” Blair answers so sweetly that I’m suspicious.

Beau chuffs, “Oh, hell, Colt. Get ready.”

I lick my lips, reaching over my back to tug my T-shirt off. “Oh, I’m ready.” I make quick work of dropping my shorts, then my briefs next, kicking off my flip-flops, too.

I hold my arms out, buck naked and dick hard, daring her, “Surprise me, Raven.”

She smirks, demanding, “Take the nice duvet off the bed. I want you both naked and waiting for me on the mattress. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Beau strips his clothes off while I strip the bed, a deep moan crawling up my throat when I find a fitted, black latex sheet under the innocent, white bedding.

“Oh, hell,” I mutter, staring at it.

“Told you.” Beau chuckles.

I set the pile of linens down on a bench by a dresser before I turn back for my shorts on the floor. “I need my phone.” I pluck it out of my shorts pocket. “We’re recording this. Whatever she does to me, I never want to forget.”

“Trust me. You won’t,” Beau taunts, nude with his cock jutting hard for Blair’s next kinky surprise.

I prop the phone on the dresser across from the bed. If we angle our bodies sideways across the mattress, we can capture almost everything.

What that’ll be?

Bring it on. I’m game.

Beau strokes off by the edge of the mattress. “Lie down, baby,” he orders me, though I’m two inches taller, and I love it.

“I hear you!” Blair shouts from the adjacent bathroom. “I’m in charge. Both of you lie down.”

I smirk. I love her. I love lying down beside him. We stare at the ceiling, a wooden fan lazily whirling above.

“Did you ever think we’d be here?”

“You mean fucking?” Beau asks. “And getting fucked? And loving you and loving her? Only in my wildest dreams.”

“I mean the other thing,” I answer, my hand reaching for his. “Did you ever think we’d agree to be the first NFL players to be out as a couple when we win the Super Bowl? Because you know, we will. We’ll have to win.”

“Don’t jinx us.”

“I’m not afraid of a jinx. I’m afraid of someone hurting you or Blair. About what some will say or do. That’s all I care about.”

Beau grips my hand. “The only thing that hurts is us hiding our love. All these years? I’m so sorry we did. I wish from our first kiss we could’ve stayed together.”

I turn my head. He turns his, too. The blue storm of his eyes gets me every time.

“All these years,” I answer, “we did stay together. My heart never left yours.”

He cocks a grin. “You’re making this really fucking romantic when I’m trying to stay hard.”

I laugh. “You mean you can’t stay hard while I melt your heart?”

Beau glances down. “It confuses Mr. Big. You make me feel all soft on the inside and hard on the outside.”

“Need some help with that confusion?” I rise, grabbing his base, leaning over to take him between my lips, my mouth watering for his taste. I’m all soft and hard, too.

“Put that big cock in your mouth, and you’ll get a spanking.”

I snap my glance up to see Blair standing in the threshold, the light behind her illuminating her silhouette like a halo. Like she’s our dark angel of orgy heaven.

“Holy fucking latex,” I sigh.

Because Blair’s wearing it for me with a shameless smile.

Black, high-heeled, thigh-high latex boots zip up her legs. No panties cover her thin black landing strip. A black latex corset laces tight around her waist. It has no cups, leaving her breasts magnificent and exposed, her nipples raging hard. Long, black latex gloves draw my eye down to the black strap-on dangling from her grasp and something hidden in her other hand.

“Oh, shit,” Beau half moans, half laughs. “Welcome to the club. You’re about to love getting so fucked tonight.”

Blair stalks our way. “Did I hear you two being bad?”

Drool pools in my mouth. “Fuck yes, Raven, I’m guilty.” My cock leaks. “Punish me with a life sentence of you dressed like our Dominatrix. Damn, woman, you’re hot.”

“You want to be my bad boy tonight, Colt?” She stands by the edge of the bed, the strap-on swaying from her grasp. “Do you want what I gave Beau?”

“Uh, baby,” Beau mutters, eyeing the dildo, “that’s not what you gave me.”

“No, it’s not. You weren’t ready for this, but now you are.” She lifts it, kissing it. “This is an eight-inch, vibrating, curving strap-on with three speeds and a wireless remote. Quite a popular purchase.”

“Sold!” I shout, loving her professional sexpertise. “Woman, you could sell semen to seamen.”

I make her grin. “But maybe you want what I gave, Beau? He loved it so much he almost passed out when he came.”

“True story,” Beau confirms as Blair reveals what’s in her other hand.

Along with the strap-on remote, she’s holding a smaller black dildo with a black strap and two holes.

“This is a prostrate massager,” she explains. “I put one of these inside Beau for the first time, and he was mine forever.”

“And it made me fuck you so hard while I was wearing it that I’ll love you forever, too.” He smirks, shaking his head, patting my shoulder. “Man, good luck. That’s a hard call.”

Me and my dick agree. Having Beau inside me feels like a calling fulfilled. Having Blair inside me? That’s a fantasy fulfilled. “I’m curious about both,” I confess.

She sets them on the bed. “I’ll give you one tonight and promise the other tomorrow.”

Crawling over me, she rings her tongue around my belly button, just like she did in Belize. That afternoon feels like a lifetime ago because that’s what we have together.

A lifetime of this love.

I feel it vibrating like light through my skin.

I know they’re giving me this night, too, because of the past couple of days we’ve shared. And I’ve never felt this free, this loved before.

I know this forever.

I glance left to find Beau watching us. Arousal and love flood his hooded gaze while Blair worships my nipples, knowing exactly how to lick them, blow on them, suck and bite them until I’m fisting the sheets, bowing my back, and growling for her.

I love her dominating me.

I could flip her over and hold her down, breeding her sweet pussy all night, but no, I need her like this. Blair has my love. She has my trust. For me, it’s as seductive as sex.

So, like no woman before, I let her take me.

It’s what I want.

She rises, straddling me, exposing her pussy, glistening and splayed over my chest pounding for her. She gazes down at me, playing with her nipples hoisted high in that corset while she rolls her hips, driving me mad.

I grab her waist, loving the slick, tight, naughty fabric she’s laced in.

Damn, I don’t know why I have such a fetish for this latex shit, but I do, and Blair makes it look like she’s the brand ambassador for it. She looks like a pin-up girl, like every man’s fantasy, and women’s, too, I guess. Her curves squeeze and spill. Her milky skin and rosy nipples make my mouth water.

My cock aches.

“Fuck, Raven.” I reach, lacing my hand through her hair, spilling over her shoulders. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. Take whatever you want from me because I’ll take forever with you. With him, too.”

Beau’s lying beside me, propped on an elbow. He’s hard. He’s stroking off to us.

“What does my big Daddy want tonight?” she asks. “Does he want to be bad for me?”

With latex fingertips, she pinches my nipples, and I writhe. “Fuck, yes.” I smack her ass above me, ordering her, “Spank me. Fuck me. Make me do whatever you want because I will for you, woman. Always.”

“Fuck,” Beau growls, his stare combing my body. “You’re so hard for this, Colt. I had no idea you had this kink.”

“Hell yeah, I do. Look at our woman.” I reach, pinching her nipples, too, and Blair throws her chin up, moaning as I tug hard. “She looks like our Bad Kitty we can fuck forever. She drives us crazy.” Her hips roll, begging for more. “She loves us. She satisfies us. She gets so fucking dirty for us. She gives us that sweet pussy that’s so wet for us, too.”

“Fuck yes, she does.” I set Beau off.

He jumps up like we’re on the field, and he’s rushing the play and can’t be stopped.

He climbs behind her, straddling me, too. Grabbing her neck, he fists his base, and Blair doesn’t fight him. She arches open for him.

I lie beneath them, still pinching her nipples, while I watch in awe, with my lips parted at how Beau guides his swollen crown into her glistening pink entrance. It’s so fucking hot, beautiful, and natural, watching as his thick cock starts fucking her pussy, pumping hard inside her.

He taunts Blair, thrusting while he snarls, “You want to fuck my man, too?”

He squeezes her neck, and she groans, “Yes. Yes, Beau. Fuck me so I can fuck Colt.”

Holy shit, they’re taking this next level, and I love it.

I love how he’s possessive about me. I love how he loves her. I love how Blair takes us. She gives us so much while Beau delivers, too. Thrust after thrust, I watch her cream smear up and down his shaft.

I lick my lips to it, and Beau sees me.

“Taste us,” he demands. “Be our bad boy and taste our fuck.”

Damn, that does something to me.

Suddenly, I crave obeying, sliding down, and lining my mouth to where they’re joined. To where I can watch Beau’s thick shaft splitting Blair’s slick folds open, his cock pumping slowly inside her.

I can smell their feral musk. I can see their milky lust. I can hear the smack of their arousal. So, I lave my tongue over the tender spot where Beau’s shaft disappears inside Blair’s sweet cunt.

Their moans could crack walls as I taste them. Dragging the tip of my tongue up to Blair’s hard clit, I circle it over and over, making her sound feral before I lick down to Beau’s stiff, veiny shaft, needing the deep sound of his moan, too.

“Dayum.” I hear a Texas drawl. “My kinda people.”

Now, I moan because that’s Zar.

His voice is so distinct, dripping with power and sex and honey. It makes my exposed cock so fucking hard, knowing he’s watching us.

I don’t know who else is in here. I can’t see. I’m lying on my back, trapped between Blair’s thighs, watching as Beau pulls out.

Palming my skull, Beau orders me, “Suck her cum off my cock. Taste what a sweet little slut she is for us.”

“Yes, Colt,” Blair sighs, palming my skull too. “Be my bad boy. Suck his cock for me.”

I groan, loving their dirty commands and her tangy sugar. I love sucking it off of Beau’s tip, letting others watch while I clean it off his shaft before I take control. I reach, guiding his tip inside her again.

I’m so hard for this, I feel my tip dripping, too. I feel my cock so naked and heavy under the eyes of others watching while I taste my lovers’ lust until Beau has Blair so close.

Her thighs shake by my cheeks. “You’re such a dirty girl for us,” he coaxes, strumming her clit while I flick his base. I swear Beau can take Blair with his words alone. “You want to fuck my man? You want to fuck Colt’s tight ass, Kitten? You expect me to share him with our sweet slut?”

“Yes,” Blair gasps. “Yes. Please, Daddy. Please let me fuck him, too.”

“Oh fuck me.” A man’s deep voice groans, seduced by our kink, too.

I don’t know who it is, but I agree. I’m starving for it.

I pull Beau’s fingers aside before taking Blair’s hard little nub with a ruthless suck while Beau hammers inside her.

We make her buck, shaking and soaking my beard with her arousal. The quake of her thighs gets me off. I keep licking her clit until she stops. Until she’s huffing for breath. Until she can order, “Turn over, Colt. Now it’s my turn with your ass.”

Beau holds her, twisting their bodies off mine before I flip over.

Looking to my left, I groan, finding a sight I’ll never forget.

Six men are watching us.

Carter stands, holding Booker with his back to his chest. Brayton sits with his husband, Jim. They’re on the small sofa in the room. And Zar stands beside Nick, closer to the bed. They’re not touching yet, but their cocks are so hard, aching like they will be soon.

This is the ultimate act of pride. Of trust. Of love as I lie and receive Blair.

“Do you want to be bad, Colt?” Blair taunts, spanking me, “Do you want me to fuck you, too?”

“Yes,” I grunt.

“Then spread your ass for me.”

I lie prone, my cheek pressed against the slick sheet, watching the other men as I reach behind me and open myself for her. It makes me raging hard, feeling the cool drizzle as she douses my ass in lube, covering me and the latex sheet. It makes everything slippery and erotic.

I’m a big man in every way. I don’t have to take this; I want to. I want them to watch our beautiful woman do this to me. It thrills me, letting her finger my ass, her slick digits in those latex gloves plunging and twirling, making my back arch, making me beg for more.

“Oh fuck, yes, Raven,” I growl. “Fuck my ass, baby, please.”

Forever, I’m seconds away from coming on the rubbery sheet, but I edge.

I hold back until Blair finally gives it to me. So slow. So damn good my eyes roll. I grunt, feeling the toy she chose, stretching to her careful penetration, her strap-on dildo vibrating in my ass.

She lies over me, pressing her breasts to my back. Beau lies beside us, watching us, watching Blair fuck my ass. He’s still so hard, licking his lips to it, and it makes me lick mine.

But I turn my head back to our audience.

I let them watch me receive my woman. To love her. To need her. I want to come for her. I’m aching and fucking the slick mattress to do it. “Yes,” I taunt us. “Yes, Blair, fuck my ass like a dirty girl. Spank me.” She does it three times with stinging smacks, and I groan. “Yes. Show them how I’m such a bad boy for you.” I make her moan, too.

“Damn.”

I hear more voices than Beau’s admiring our kink.

I’m so close, but Blair’s closer. I can hear her thinning breath. She can’t even speak. Her slick hands grab my hard glutes, spreading me wider. She must be watching me take her thrusts, and I love her so much I give her this. I take her there. “Yes, fuck me, Blair. I’m yours, too. Fuck me so hard and come in my ass.”

She falls over me, her lush breasts and soft body shuddering over my back as she comes. “Colt,” she sighs against my flesh. I know the sound of her orgasm. It drives me wild. “Colt, oh my god.” She kisses my back, but we’re not done.

I need her, too.

I need us.

I pat her leg, signaling for her to pull out, and she does. Then, in a fast blur, I flip over, taking her petite body, too. I turn us, putting our feet toward the edge of the bed, toward our audience with our bodies on our sides.

I lie behind Blair, hooking my arm under her knee, lifting her thigh so high the whole room can watch my aching cock sink inside her splayed slick pussy. I make her groan while I start rolling my hips, gliding my hungry length up and down her swollen walls.

Damn, she feels so good. Damn, she’s so wet and ready for me.

“Did you like that, Blair?” I steam over her ear. “Are you Daddy’s dirty girl? Did you come fucking my ass?”

“Oh god, yes, Colt,” she sighs.

Like he can read our desire, Beau joins us. He lies behind me, on his side, too, hooking his beefy arm under my knee. I help him. I lift my leg so he can guide his fat tip into my ready ass. He starts thrusting inside me, taking me like Blair did while I fuck her wet pussy.

The moans. The connection. The show we give of our love. We lift our legs, letting everyone see our bodies joined.

Blair cranes her chin, looking over her shoulder, seeking my languid kiss, and I give it to her. Our lips are lush, tender, and sharing while my thrusts inside her are hard, driven by Beau’s force.

He’s more brutal, more aggressive with his relentless fuck, and I love it. I love how he takes me like an animal, like I’m his mate. It’s him controlling our tempo, our feral fuck, while others watch, almost speechless and in awe.

I look, a groan escaping my heaving lungs, when I see Nick sucking Zar’s cock. He’s kneeling before him, his head bobbing. Nick’s hands are grabbing Zar’s thighs, his throat glucking on his cock, while Zar’s lusty stare won’t abandon our spectacle.

We make Brayton and his husband hard. They’re slowly stroking each other’s cocks to our show.

Carter and Booker still hold each other, but Carter is raging hard, like another round is coming between them.

There’s something about this give and take. This trust and claim. I’m seeing it. I’m feeling it. To let them watch us. To allow ourselves to be seen. To demand that our love be witnessed.

I won’t suffer a life hidden anymore.

It has me craning my neck for Beau’s scruffy, passionate kiss, taking it before I turn my chin, sharing his kiss, still tingling on my lips with Blair’s plump waiting mouth.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” It starts taking Beau first. He bites my shoulder, his bicep lifting my knee, so I have to take him. He’s getting off on them watching him fuck my ass, I know him. I feel him everywhere. I take his brutal fuck while I fuck Blair’s tight wet heat.

Her moans turn into gasps. She’s going too, so I lift her leg higher. I open her for all to watch my length start driving deep into her, and that claims her. She’s proud and shameless about our sex, too. In soft mewls, she comes, gushing over my dick.

Beau hears her.

Her pleasure always makes him come.

With a final grunt, with a brutal thrust, he buries his thick cock so hard in my ass I see stars. I explode. I shout as I release, collapsing between the bodies I’ll love forever.

Minutes we spend catching our breath. We spend time holding each other, kissing lips and shoulders, and watching the love of others around us.

Brayton and his husband leave to start fucking, I assume. Carter and Booker do the same.

But Nick and Zar finish, their passion sealed with long kisses before they aim our way.

We’re all nude. We all trust. We’re all in this together.

Now, I feel what Ruby means, my heart not finding an ounce of fear.

We have skin in the game.

We have our hearts in the game.

We have the game of our lives to win for everyone like us. For everyone to feel this free.

Zar lies at the foot of the bed. Nick joins him. They spoon, Zar holding Nick’s chest while he drapes his thigh over Nick’s, and we chat about the next few months—our next games and plans.

I want to share more with them. Not sex. Not my body. But I want this friendship.

I look at Beau. I look at Blair. Their eyes are full of trust, too, and I know my partners. We need this support, this community.

So when Zar mentions a private Halloween party hosted by people like us. When he asks if we’d be interested in going?

I’m already imagining the masks and latex costumes we’ll wear.