Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
T he afternoon sun hangs low, painting the football pitch in hues of gold and shadow. Our rivals brought their A-game today. With only minutes left of the second half, the score is tied, and tension crackles in the air like static.
Amy shrieks my name on the sidelines, where she bounces with her friends in tall heels out here on this muddy field. Rain poured down last night, and it’s by some miracle the game wasn’t canceled.
I run a hand through the damp curls plastered to my forehead as I jog back into position.
“Let’s go, mate,” Ryan calls, slapping my back as we regroup in midfield. Harrison jogs up to us, breathing heavily but grinning. “We can totally take them. One more, and we’ve got this. Then it’s party time at Jensen’s place.”
“Just think of all that pussy,” Ryan says. He flicks his hair out of his eyes and rubs his hands together. “I can practically visualize it now.”
Harrison jogs back into position. “Visualize our win instead.”
The ball is back in play, and our team moves like a well-oiled machine. Pass, move, and find the space. Our rivals are intense, their defenders closing us down quickly.
Ryan intercepts a pass and sends the ball skimming toward Harrison on the left wing. I spot an opening and run forward, shouting to let them know my position. Harrison dribbles, outmaneuvering two defenders, then flicks the ball back with the outside of his foot.
It’s a perfect pass, and I surge forward. A defender shadows me, determined to stop the attack, but I feint right and my shoulder dips before I cut left. The defender falters just a fraction, enough to give me space.
I’m at the edge of the penalty box when the goalkeeper charges out. He narrows the angle, and it’s now or never, so I chip the ball, sending it soaring over the keeper’s outstretched hands.
The ball dips just in time, kissing the underside of the crossbar before bouncing into the net, but I barely have time to register the goal before someone jumps onto my back with a loud cheer, tackling me to the ground.
It’s mayhem from there, sweaty bodies piling on top of me.
We eventually return to our half of the pitch, and the referee’s whistle blows, signaling the restart. With only minutes left of the match, the win is almost ours.
When the final whistle blows, I’m on a high and grinning so big it hurts.
My sister wiggles her butt in a happy dance on the sidelines while Arkin watches her with a soft smile, but then he lifts his head, and we lock eyes.
If only I could run over there and kiss him. Celebrate this moment with him. The urge is strong, but we can’t.
“That was fucking amazing!” Harrison says as he grabs me in a headlock. “We’re celebrating tonight.”
I let him drag me away toward the rowdy locker rooms, where the cheers and hollers from my teammates drift through. I’ll see Arkin again soon once I’ve washed off the sweat and grime.
The locker room is a flurry of activity. Everyone is in great spirits.
I’m yanking off my football shirt when Harrison asks, “What’s the deal with you and Arkin?”
My movements falter. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Come on, you went from hating the guy to being inseparable.”
I sit down on the bench to remove my studded boots. “I got to know him, I guess.”
Harrison studies me, and I pretend I don’t notice while removing my socks and protective shin pads. There’s a slight tremble in my hands as I pack my items away.
“You know…” Harrison says carefully, retrieving his towel. “He’s sound.”
I lift my head, and we lock eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying…” He shrugs. “Arkin is a decent bloke.” A slight smirk curves Harrison’s lips as he collects his towel, and I stare after him as he saunters to the showers.
Did I imagine the knowing way he smiled at me just now. I must have done, right? There’s no way he’d know.
Heavy bass thuds through the walls, shaking the framed photographs on the mantel and rattling empty bottles on the coffee table. A couple makes out in the corner, unnoticed as someone stumbles, spilling beer across the floor. Girls in short, sparkly dresses dance on the makeshift dance floor.
I sink lower into the couch, nursing the half-empty red solo cup in my hand. Across the room, Ryan plays beer pong with a group of our teammates. Their cheers and hollers break through the loud music as I take a sip of lukewarm beer, watching Arkin dance with some random brunette in a short, glittery gold dress and sky-high ‘fuck me’ heels.
Sprawled on the armchair, Harrison stops making out with the busty girl on his lap and follows my gaze. I’m not in the mood for his comments, so I down the last of my beer before he can say anything.
“I’m grabbing another beer,” I announce, standing up. “Want one?”
He grins up at me while the girl sucks on his neck. “Sure.”
In the kitchen, a cluster of students jostle around a keg, laughing too loud and slurring their words as they pour foamy beer into red plastic cups.
A guy I’ve never spoken to notices me, and his face lights up. “Zach, my man,” he says as he hands me a drink. “Sick party!”
People always think they’re your best friend when they’ve had a few.
“Sure,” I mutter, gesturing for another one.
Moments later, armed with two red solo cups, I’m about to exit the kitchen when Amy intercepts me in the doorway.
Biting her lip, she lets her eyes roam the length of me in my blue button-down and jeans. “Hi, baby.”
I squeeze past, not in the mood for her tonight.
She’s surprisingly fast, rounding me before I can hand Harrison his beer. “You haven’t responded to my text messages.”
I hike a brow, and her smile falters when I don’t reply. She looks around briefly before moving closer. “I said I was sorry.”
“Is that why you flirted with Arkin in the canteen the other day? Because you’re sorry?”
“You know I only did that to get your attention.”
I move past her again, and she scrambles to keep up.
“When will you forgive me?” she asks, intercepting me again and running her hands up my chest with a pout. “Let me make it up to you.”
Sensing eyes on me, I glance across the room.
Arkin is still dancing with the girl.
Suddenly hot for different reasons, I swallow.
“Zach?” Amy asks with a hint of impatience, and I refocus on my ex-girlfriend, who stands too close to be appropriate.
“It’s over between us.”
We’ve broken up before. I always take her back for some unknown reason, but this is the first time I won’t be swayed by her low-cut dress or the way she traces my belt buckle with her long pink nail. I’m not even tempted.
She puts her hand on her chest in a dramatic fashion. “You don’t mean that, Zach.”
“Yes, I do.” I push past her.
She doesn’t follow this time. Good thing too, or I might lose my temper.
Harrison is still on the armchair, tonguing the girl’s tonsils, when I return with the alcohol. After putting his beer on the coffee table, I plop down on the couch and kick my ankle up on my knee, solo cup at my lips.
The girl Arkin dances with swings around to rub her pert ass against his crotch, and I take a large swallow of beer, allowing the cool liquid to melt away some of the jealousy stirring in my gut. Her long, toned legs go on for miles in those tall heels, while the short skirt swishes around her thighs.
She’s hot.
Crushing the now empty cup, I toss it over the back of the couch, wondering if Arkin is attracted to her. I don’t know how that makes me feel, but it stirs up a lot of complicated emotions that would take an age to pick apart and analyze.
Jealousy is at the forefront.
I’m possessive of Arkin. I know that much. It’s not like I really wish to share him with anyone else. Still, the sexual tension on the dance floor is strangely stimulating, and the slow, sultry beat pulsates the air around us as they dance.
Minutes pass before Harrison and his girl get up to find somewhere private. She leads him through the crowds, and he winks at me.
I’m pleasantly drunk when a pretty girl in a short leather skirt drapes herself across my lap and strokes my hair away from my brow. But my attention isn’t on her.
It’s on Arkin. Always on Arkin.
He’s watching me too.
“Sweet game today,” my teammate and left winger Leon says, handing me a beer and sitting down next to us. “That final goal was sick.”
It was a good goal, but I’m barely listening because I’m too wrapped up in the thickening tension between me and the 6'4 guy across the room.
Who knew Arkin could dance?
A sliver of skin is visible where his T-shirt meets his jeans, and I can’t seem to look away from that enticing spot.
Someone shouts Leon’s name, and he gets up off the couch to greet them. “See you later,” he says to me, already moving away.
“Later,” I respond with a tip of my chin. Then soft lips brush up against my ear and a small hand slides down my chest and stomach. I grab the girl’s wrist just as her fingers reach my belt. “Don’t.”
She gently bites my earlobe and whispers, “What’s wrong?”
Everything is wrong. The boy I can’t get out of my head is dancing with a pretty girl who wants to ride his dick, and I’m fighting the urge to mark my territory.
Arkin abandons the girl on the makeshift dancefloor and makes his way over to us, weaving through writhing bodies, his shoulder brushing up against drunk strangers.
The alcohol is going straight to my head, and it’s a nice buzz even though I know I shouldn’t have drank so much.
I drop my head back against the couch and close my eyes.
But before I fully process what’s happening, the girl straddles my lap and kisses my neck. The sensation feels good, so I pull her closer to me by her hips.
A shadow falls over us, and I open my eyes.
Arkin’s dark gaze sears into me, bluer than usual. Bluer than the glittering ocean at dawn.
Instead of pulling her off me like I expect him to, he surprises me by shifting her hair away from her neck and kissing her skin with his eyes on me. Kisses I feel between my legs.
The girl is down for a good time and reaches between us to stroke me through my jeans with her small hand.
Arkin observes my reaction before he snakes his hand between her legs from behind and rubs her until a raspy, needy moan sounds against my neck.
I grip her chin, pulled under by the heady current, and kiss her hard, tasting her desire as our tongues tangle.
This is madness.
As she grinds her sweet little cunt into Arkin’s hand, I want more.
It’s not so crazy to think I want to share a girl with him, though. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d had a threesome, but it would be the first time I’d done it with a guy I was fucking. A guy I have feelings for.
Thankfully, Arkin is on the same wavelength as me because he straightens and pulls her up by the arm.
Clarity returns as I stand up from the couch, swaying slightly, drunk on the alcohol, intoxicated by the sexual tension in the air.
Without another word, Arkin leads her away, expecting me to follow, and I stumble along, a lot less coordinated than him.
Up the stairs, down the quiet hallway, where moans filter through one of the bedrooms.
We enter a spare one and Arkin flips the lock before he saunters past, and I watch as he slowly strips the girl out of her clothes.
When they start to kiss, I find myself rooted to the spot.
It doesn’t take long before moans fill the room, and I wet my lips, aroused but cautious when Arkin’s belt clanks.
The girl reaches into his briefs to stroke his impressive erection, coaxing a deep grunt from his chest as she pulls on his length.
Still, I don’t move.
It’s not that I’m upset by this.
I’m not. I’m mostly just…intrigued.
Arkin pulls her away from his mouth with his grip on her throat and a clear invitation in his heavy gaze.
Fuck her with me?
Should I? I want to.
The girl seems to read the energy in the room, and when he releases her, she walks over to me without a second thought and drops to her knees.
While I’ve been in similar situations with Harrison, I’m much more nervous now. I didn’t care about him in that way.
Eager fingers swiftly undo my belt, and she pulls my jeans and briefs down my thighs and lowers her mouth onto my cock.
Fuck me…
My hips rock as I fist her long hair. Across the room, Arkin slides his hand into his underwear to stroke his engorged length, and we watch each other for a moment before he saunters over like he has all the time in the world.
The girl releases me with a wet pop then shifts on her knees to suck on Arkin’s cock while she jerks mine, and he fists her hair and drops his gaze to my lips as he leans in slightly.
The tension crackles between us, but thankfully, I don’t come like some pubescent boy as warm lips wrap around my cock again.
Arkin, like a devil in disguise, flicks his tongue out and licks my lips, and the action is so damn sexy, my dick twitches in the girl’s hot mouth, and I have to pull her off or risk coming there and then.
We shift onto the bed, where Arkin kneels while languidly stroking his length, watching me settle between the girl’s legs.
After I spread them wide, I blow on her glistening slit as I glance sideways at Arkin, who tweaks his balls while working his length.
This is the first time my attention has been focused on a guy in a threesome. And as I drag my tongue over the girl’s soaked pussy, tasting her arousal which would normally fire me up, I’m more aware of Arkin by my side and how he pleasures himself.
I tune him out and dig my fingers into the woman’s soft thighs as I focus on getting her off. She arches her back with a mewl, creasing the bedsheet at her sides, and when Arkin shifts on the bed to suck on her tits, I lift my head to watch.
I’m not sure why I assumed he was gay. But now that he pulls her hardened nipple between his teeth, I realize how much I don’t know about him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the girl moans.
I cover her pussy with my eager mouth, and once I’m done fucking her with my tongue, I home in on her clit, circling it until she finally cries out.
Before she can come down from her high, I crawl up her body to fuck another orgasm out of her. Arkin moves back to give me room, and our eyes connect as I slowly sink inside her.
Her slick heat wraps around me and it should be illegal to feel this good. But she does, and a hiss escapes me when my hips pull away before driving back inside her.
Her tits bob on her chest. The bed keeps creaking as my focus remains locked on Arkin, who trails his fingers down my damp back and over the curve of my pumping ass.
He palms my flesh, and my dick grows impossibly hard when a surge of pleasure tightens my balls. I grab hold of the headboard and drive into the girl harder.
As if it’s Arkin that’s begging beneath me.
But it’s not.
Sweat beads on my brow as Arkin spits on his fingers and dips them between my ass cheeks with a wicked smile.
I instantly freeze, locked in his heated stare, while the girl’s pussy contracts around me.
As he pushes inside my body, fire ripples through me, which feels amazing even though it burns.
I tentatively begin to thrust again, getting used to this new sensation. “Fuck, that’s intense,” I choke out, looking down at the woman, at her flushed cheeks and matted hair.
She claws my shoulders and spreads her legs wider while Arkin hits that special spot with his fingers.
A shudder runs through me as I pick up the pace, causing the bed to creak rhythmically.
It’s too soon to blow my load, so I flop over onto my back, and the girl wastes no time straddling my hips.
While she rides me, Arkin roots through the drawers like he lives here. Removing a small bottle of lube, he wiggles it in the air like a prize.
This is the moment I expect our female guest to freak out, but she barely reacts when he settles behind her and squirts out a large glob of slippery lube.
We exchange a look over her shoulder, and he smirks. Thankfully, she moans when he preps her with his fingers, stroking the spot where my slick cock pumps her stretched cunt.
I’d die if we had to stop now—I’m that desperate to feel his dick grind against mine inside her.
“What’s your name?” I ask the girl, palming her big tits. They’re bigger than Amy’s—a lot bigger. And pierced.
I tug on the barbels, and she leans down to kiss me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
“Ava,” she whispers before gasping against my lips as Arkin pushes inside her pussy.
Most men would fuck her ass. Keep that barrier between us, but not my Arkin.
He grips her hair tight, wrapping it around his wrist, then demands my full attention as he slowly makes her accommodate us both in her tight pussy. It’s not easy, and moments of prodding pass. Moments of me rubbing her swollen clit. But then he finally bottoms out, and we groan as we watch each other.
The sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt, and when he slowly withdraws, I do the same.
We drive back in together, and I see stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, digging my fingers into her soft thighs.
“I know…” She pants. “It feels… Ungh… I’m so full.”
It takes a bit of finesse, but it’s worth it. We soon fuck her together like waves crashing against a cliff.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “It’s too much. I’m gonna come again. I can feel it. I?—”
“Come on our cocks.” I pinch her hard little nipples. “Come for us. We’ll flood your pussy with cum.”
My filthy words tip her over the edge, and she lets out a gasp, her pussy squeezing us so tight that it’s almost painful.
Arkin drives into her three more times—three hard, brutal thrusts that knock the headboard against the wall. It’s game over for me too.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
As my dick pulses its release, the thought of Arkin fucking his cum into her along with me drives me nuts in the best way, and I pump my hips as I open my eyes to watch him behind her.
He’s observing me, too, his lips curving in a dark smile before he pulls out.
Our combined cum seeps from her stretched cunt as she flops down beside me and laughs. “That was crazy. I was so not exp?—”
Before she can finish her sentence, Arkin pulls her down by the ankles until her ass is hanging over the edge of the bed and dives between her bruised thighs like a ravenous beast.
He licks her clean, a masculine, slightly unhinged growl rumbling in his chest as blood rushes to my softening cock, and before I know it, my engorged length reaches my belly button again.
I stroke it slowly and tease myself until I’m so aroused that I’m crawling back over to straddle the girl’s shoulders.
She gazes up at me with wide eyes as I take her mouth, and the pleasure soon threatens to buckle my knees.
Arkin is still licking her, his tongue buried deep in her pussy.
For long minutes, I lose myself to the sensation of her tantalizing mouth and moans. I barely know her name, but she’s good at giving head, and that’s all I seem to care about for now.
Arkin taps my shoulder and we shift positions.
Ava lies down on her side and greedily sucks my dick as Arkin slides into her from behind. She moans and gags, sandwiched between us, writhing on Arkin’s cock while she blows me like she’s our tailormade sex toy.
The thought is filthy and forbidden but stirs the darkness inside me all the same.
Hours later, the party is winding down, and I’m exhausted.
Ava is passed out next to us in the bed when Arkin crawls on top of my back.
After lubing me up and working his thick fingers inside my tight channel, he slowly fills me up with his cock, and we fuck quietly so as not to wake Ava, who snores softly on her back with the quilt pooled around her waist and her pale tits on full display. It’s risky, but the chance of her waking up and discovering us fucking like sweaty animals next to her makes it even more exciting.
Arkin’s hard chest rubs up against my back as his hips slap against my bare ass, and when Cara stirs, he covers my mouth and shushes me. But he doesn’t stop fucking, and I don’t want him to—not when his massive cock feels so good inside me.
Arkin slows down, causing my eyes to roll back as our lovemaking turns lazy and drawn out until neither of us can hold back.
Four more hard thrusts. Thrusts that rock the bed.
Interlacing his fingers with mine, Arkin muffles his moan in my neck while his cock pulses deep inside me, and I soon follow him over the edge, shuddering and rutting my hips into the mattress.
This time, when Arkin flops off me, I can barely move, and neither can he.
Our grins are hidden in the darkness, but I know he’s smiling because I can feel it in my soul.
After a few minutes, he gently strokes the backs of his knuckles across my cheek, and I push up onto my elbows to kiss him.
Unlike our previous ones, which were ravenous and hungry—a battlefield for dominance—this moment is sweet and tender.
I love you. The thought pops up unbidden, like a drifting whisper or an autumn breeze stirring up leaves.
His soft lips brush mine. I love you more.