Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Frost
“What did Bruce say?” I handed Chelsea a bowl of rice, steamed vegetables and chicken. I picked up my own bowl and sat beside Chelsea on her couch. Like always, Dallas sat on the other side of her, his hand on her thigh.
“He asked me a bunch of questions about myself and how I looked at the team,” she said.
“Upwards.” I spooned chicken into my mouth and smiled while looking up at the ceiling. “Sometimes you’re looking down at us too.” My gaze shifted to the floor.
She snorted. “That wasn’t what he was asking. He wanted to know how committed I was to the Smashers. Stuff like that. Probably the same questions he asked everyone.”
“He didn’t get inappropriate?” Storm asked darkly.
“Definitely not,” she said. “He was very professional.”
“He better be.” Storm dug into his own bowl of food.
“Or what?” Dallas matched his tone. “You’re going to punch him?”
“Yep,” Storm said unapologetically. “Or our new connections could deal with him.”
“Don’t kill the GM,” Chelsea said, looking unamused. “And don’t have him killed either. Also, it’s a good idea not to ask for things of our connections , especially things like that. People like Daze and Gianni, they seem nice, but everything they do, they want something in return. Be careful not to end up with a debt you don’t want to have to repay.”
“What would they want in return?” I asked curiously.
“Nothing is off the table,” she said flatly.
My brow dipped. “So, I owe your brother?” I asked. “For helping me with Ivy?”
“I’d say so, yes,” she agreed. “He didn’t mention that?” She seemed irritated, but I suspected it was directed at Ice, not at me.
“We were kinda busy at the time,” I said. “He suggested he’d guide me, but didn’t mention a debt.” I wasn’t too worried about it. At this point, I didn’t think there was too much he could ask that I wasn’t happy to try. Unless it meant killing someone in this room, which seemed unlikely.
She sighed. “It’ll come.”
“Speaking of coming,” I said. “You seem tense. Can I give you something to relax you?” I didn’t miss the way the other two stiffened, starting with their shoulders and moving down.
Neither said a word of objection. I looked from one to the other. Dallas’ eyes were dark already, and Storm had a growing tent in the front of his track pants.
Yeah, I didn’t think they’d object.
I looked back to Chelsea and smiled.
“Okay, but give me time to finish my food first,” she said.
I didn’t think she’d object either. I never met anyone who was open to so much variety. So much experimentation. So much wish fulfilment. It made me love her even more.
“Anyone else down?” I asked with cautious optimism.
“Fuck nope,” Dallas grunted. “I’m not interested in being a fuck doll.”
I nodded, giving him no judgement whatsoever. What one person was into wasn’t always going to be for everyone. “Storm?”
His jaw worked back and forth, giving the suggestion serious consideration. That in itself was interesting. I thought he’d immediately refuse. The man loved nothing more than to be in control. Giving that up, even for a few hours, would be a challenge.
Finally, he said, “No drugs. I’m not going to risk failing a drug test. But we can try stuff.”
I mulled that over for a moment before I nodded. “I can roll with that.” I finished my dinner and headed back to the kitchen to fill a glass with water. I pulled a small bag out of my pocket and took out a pill. Lucky I thought to put them in there a couple of hours ago. Just in case.
With everyone watching closely, I dropped it into the water and handed it to Chelsea.
She looked me in the eyes and drank down every drop like it was my cum, before handing the glass back.
“You’re so hot,” I told her. I returned the glass to the kitchen and offered her my hand. I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom.
“Why don’t you strip for us before the drug takes effect?” I sat down on the end of the bed, leaving room for Storm to sit on one side and Dallas on the other.
“I need music,” she said.
Dallas pulled out his phone and started to play the first song on his playlist.
We all looked at him.
“What?” He stared back at us. “I like Keith Urban.”
“Me too,” I said. “But he’s not exactly stripping music is he?”
“I can work with it,” Chelsea said with a laugh. Like she had back at Flirts, she locked her eyes on us and started to dance, slowly peeling off layers of clothes. Teasing us and moving her body, mesmerising us. Making me hard as steel.
Her movements slowed as the drug began to take effect.
I jumped up and grabbed her before she staggered out of her panties. The other two were right beside me, tearing off the lace and picking her up to lie her back on the bed.
“Now I’m relaxed,” she said with a half laugh. “I feel like jelly.”
“You look like heaven,” I said.
She really did, lying there in the middle of her pale blue sheets, hair fanned out around her. Her body relaxed, ready for us to do whatever we wanted to her, to use her in any way we liked.
“You look like a fuck doll,” Dallas said reverently. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and lay beside her, running his hands up and down her body and between her legs.
“She really does.” Storm stripped out of his and lay on the other side of her. If she was a fuck doll, he was a fuck god. His body was toned and hard. Sculpted like he was made from a piece of granite by a master artist.
I couldn’t decide which one of them was hotter. I decided it was a tie and shed my own clothes before joining them on the bed.
“I feel like…I shouldn’t,” Dallas whispered. He still knelt between her legs, lifted her hips with his hands and pressed his cock inside her. “Fuuuck.” He closed his eyes, an expression of pure bliss on his face. “She’s so…”
“Yeah, she is,” I agreed. All of that and more.
The corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile, her eyes half-closed. She was enjoying this as much as Dallas. Completely letting go. Allowing us to fuck her however we wanted to. Giving up all control. It was the hottest thing I ever saw.
That and the way Storm’s cock jotted up, pointing towards the ceiling, insisting on being touched.
I was happy to comply. I scooted down the bed and wrapped my fingers around his length. Eyes on his, I teased his cock with the tip of my tongue.
“You want more?” I asked.
“You know I do,” he said, his voice rough with need.
“What do you want?” I wasn’t sure if he would answer. Talking about sexual needs was as difficult for us as talking about emotions. Maybe more so. Okay, definitely more so.
In the end, I was right, he didn’t talk, not with words. He placed his large hand on the back of my head and pushed me further down his cock. Pressing himself inside, all the way to the back of my throat.
I gagged, but I liked it. I wrapped my lips around him as tight as I could and sucked while he thrust slowly, fucking my mouth while Dallas fucked Chelsea.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Wait.” He drew himself out of my mouth.
For a moment, I thought he was upset with me. That he might get up and leave. Instead, he gestured for me to turn around, so my cock was in front of his face.
Hell yeah.
His lips and tongue were tentative on me at first, but when I closed my mouth around him again, he followed my lead. Sucking me while I sucked him. Between that and the groans from Dallas, I was hard as hell. And just about to come. So was Storm. I felt it in the tightening of his balls, the way he thrust harder, relentless.
I massaged his hot, firm balls with my hand while lightly grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin that was so fucking hard. So fucking tasty.
He grunted and fell still before coming, squirting salty hot cum into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and made me gag again. I popped my mouth off him and looked him in the eyes while I swallowed it down. Every last drop.
His eyes widened. He pulled his mouth off me and ran his warm hand up and down my length, pumping me hard until I came on his fingers. The world exploded and all that was left were groans and moans of pleasure. I could have happily stayed in this place forever.
He went on pumping until I finally sagged, panting. Reality, I decided, was better than being in an orgasm bubble. Reality included three of my favourite people in the world. Naked and sweaty. What could be better than that?
I drew in a contented breath, right at the same time Dallas came inside Chelsea. For the first time that night anyway. No doubt, the first of many. He ground into her, eyes closed, spilling his release into her body. Then he too sagged and lay beside her, his cock still inside her as always.
I crawled back up to the top of the mattress, my head beside Storm’s.
“That was…” I didn’t have words for what it was. Amazing, incredible, awesome. All of those things, but they still weren’t enough.
“Yeah,” Storm said. That was all I was getting from him tonight. I’d give him time to get his head around it. As much time as he needed. When he was ready, maybe we’d talk about it. Maybe we’d do more. I wouldn’t push him. There was no point in doing that, he wouldn’t let me anyway. But this? This was a huge step for us. Sharing it with Chelsea made it even more special. Knowing she was watching and enjoying what we were doing with each other. My cock twitched, starting to harden again already. That was what these people did to me. Why I wanted to be around them as much as I could. No one got me going like they did. No one ever would.
I placed a hand on Storm’s bicep, hoping he wouldn’t push me away. He didn’t. He put a hand over mine and we lay in companionable silence for a while before we got hard again and took turns with Chelsea.