13 - Fallon
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FALLON
“I—I’m sorry!” Trey breathed, his voice apologetic but incredulous. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t…”
We’d frozen, all three of us in the bed, in the middle of what we were doing. I could only imagine how it looked.
“Flight got canceled,” Trey breathed, half-turning away. “Bad weather. And I… I…”
He stopped talking all at once. But he didn’t leave. He also didn’t look away, as his hand had dropped from his eyes.
He just stared at us, wholly fascinated. Shocked. Embarrassed. Maybe even turned on.
And then, to my shock and surprise… the hands and mouths on my body began moving again.
Holy fuck.
Dalton’s tongue went back to tracing wet, lazy circles around my areola. Emerson went back to nuzzling my breast, while plunging a slow finger in and out of me. And there I was, still frozen between them. Still craning my neck upward; to look at Trey, only now he was staring directly back at me, as well.
He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t talking. But there was a heat behind those hazel eyes, as they crawled slowly over my naked, writhing body.
A sliver of fear shot through me, that maybe this would all end before it began. That Trey wouldn’t leave. That his presence might impede upon the grand adventure I was about to undertake.
And then somewhere in the darkest, dirtiest recess of my sex-starved mind… I realized I didn’t want him to leave.
Hey… I murmured at Trey, moving my lips without making a sound. He immediately perked up.
Reaching in his direction, I extended my hand and crooked a finger. Even as I did it, I couldn’t believe it was happening.
Trey’s smoldering eyes locked on mine. I smiled and nodded. His look of shock faded, as he let the bag drop from his hand.
“In or out, big guy,” Emerson mumbled against my breast. “This isn’t a peep show.”
It was all the prompting he needed. The handsome lineman began shedding his clothes like they were literally on fire. He was naked in no time, tiny rivulets of rain water streaming past his massive shoulders and down over his bare, heaving chest.
Then he dove for the bed, and buried his face between my legs.
Oh my fucking GOD…
His friends chuckled, then spread my legs wider for him. I would’ve done it myself, but the hands on the insides of my thighs were delightfully insistent. I cooed softly as Trey’s tongue traveled up and down the full length of my swollen entrance. He devoured me like a man possessed; kissing and sucking and eating me until I was gripping the sheets, and my head was thrashing back and forth on the bed.
Eventually his two huge hands slipped beneath me, cupping my ass. He pulled me even harder against his face, driving his tongue even deeper than before. The three of them seemed to be getting a kick out of the noises I was suddenly making. They kissed their way back up to my lips again, and took turns with my whimpering mouth.
“Is this still okay?”
Dalton’s voice whispered sweetly against my lips. I sighed into his mouth and nodded.
“I know it’s a little late to stop now, but—”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I cried, as my eyes fluttered open in alarm. “Don’t even think about it.”
My campus bestie — and lover — chuckled into my mouth, even as he thrust a pillow beneath my head. “Okay, princess. You’re the boss.”
Princess…
If I felt like a queen before, I was now quite literally a pillow princess. I spent the next several minutes in a rapturous haze, squirming, twisting, grinding these hot men against my naked body. I reached down and let my fingers slide through Trey’s sandy hair, then rolled my knuckles tight so I could guide him, inch by inch, until his tongue was flat against my throbbing clit.
Not even a second later my eyes rolled back, and I climaxed like it was the end of the world.
There was nothing stopping me from screaming, so scream I did, filling the upper halls of the old Delta Tau fraternity house with the euphoric roar of a woman’s desperate orgasm, and probably for the first time in long decades. My soul pretty much left my body. It traveled to different places, different times, different planets.
When I regained control of my senses, my legs were shaking so badly I thought something was seriously wrong with me. But then Dalton was there, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me softly, and everything was right in the world again.
“One of you needs to fuck me,” I purred, screwing my very contented ass into the sheets. “Or I’m gonna lose my mind.”
Trey, still between my legs, lifted my ankles easily over his broad shoulders. But a hand slapped quickly over his wrist.
“She gave you the nod, so you’re lucky enough to be in here,” growled Emerson. He added a low chuckle. “But if you think you’re going first, you’re batshit crazy.”
Dalton slid down immediately, ready to take his place. But Emerson stopped him too.
“And you…” he said, pushing the quarterback on the chest. “You’ve had her already. Let us have a turn.”
Still lost in post-orgasmic bliss, I found it surprisingly hot, watching them fight over me. Even if the fight was only over who got to fuck me first.
Strong hands manipulated me again. They rolled me onto my stomach, grabbed my hips, then pulled me into a very sexy, very familiar position.
“There’s enough of this pretty little toy to go around,” said Emerson. He squeezed my hips triumphantly, right before pushing inside me.
“Let’s not be greedy.”