Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Chelsea
I woke with Frost’s face between my legs. The roofie had worn off, giving me all of my movement back. Every roll of my hips as he ran the tip of his tongue over my slit and swollen clit, he pressed his tongue inside me, thrusting and tasting, moaning in the back of his throat in appreciation.
“You taste so good,” he whispered.
I glanced to the side to see Storm and Dallas sitting on the side of the bed, watching. both hard. I lost track of how many times Dallas fucked me, but he was erect now, regardless. Ready.
I turned my face back toward Frost. “You feel so good.” He really did have a magical tongue. And fingers. Two of which he pressed into me, while pressing the pad of his thumb to my rear hole.
I quivered with the pleasure the sensation brought.
“You like that?” He pressed his thumb in deeper.
“Mmm, yes,” I breathed.
He hooked an arm under my thigh and lifted my ass off the bed high enough to lightly lick my rear hole.
“Fuck, Frosty,” Storm muttered.
Frost turned his face just far enough to grin at Storm before licking again. He replaced his tongue with his finger, pushing it deep inside me.
“Frost,” I moaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Of course you are,” Storm said. “Because you’re a good girl.”
In Frost’s cottage, I was a bad girl, but I liked being the good girl today. I wanted to please them. To do what they said. To do what Storm said.
I came hard and fast against Frost’s mouth, with his finger deep inside my ass. Instead of being a million universes away, I was right here, feeling everything he was doing to me. Every touch, every lick. Everything.
I tipped my head back and cried out to the ceiling. The whole apartment building probably heard me, but I didn’t give a shit. Let them hear. Let them know I was having a good time. Let them be jealous of us.
As I sagged back against the mattress, Frost lowered me down and rolled me over so I was lying on top of him, my legs straddling him. He grabbed my ass with his hands and positioned me over his cock.
I sat up a little, wriggling my hips to get into place before lowering myself down onto him.
“Dallas, how do you feel about anal?” Storm asked.
“Where’s the lube?” Dallas replied.
With a slight laugh for his instant reply, I pointed to the table beside the bed. I didn’t have to say a word before he was bouncing off and grabbing it out.
Faster than I would have thought was humanly possible, he had the lube open and was smearing a generous finger-full over my rear hole. He tossed the tube of lube aside on the bed and straddled Frost’s legs.
He pressed a finger inside me, rolled it around slowly and carefully before inserting another and doing it again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed. “I’m already addicted to fucking you here.” He slipped his fingers free and replaced them with his cock, easing himself into me, bit by bit. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
“I can feel you,” Frost said softly. “I can feel you inside her. It’s… Holy shit.”
“I can feel you too,” Dallas said in awe. He slid halfway out of me, before pushing back in, always moving slowly and carefully, giving me a chance to stretch and get used to how thick he was.
“I can feel both of you,” I whispered. I loved having two of them inside me at the same time. I glanced over at Storm. There was room for a third.
Taking the hint, he crawled over to me, took his cock between his thumb and forefinger and tapped it against my lips. “Be a good girl and open up.”
I pretended to be stubborn for a moment, but then opened my mouth and took his cock in nice and deep. He filled my mouth the way the others filled my pussy and ass.
Then all three of them thrust into me, Dallas setting the pace for the other two. Sliding in and out of my ass while Frost thrust up into me. While Storm slowly fucked my mouth. While I inched closer to another orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” Frost said, his face scrunched up in an effort to hold himself back.
“Yes, you are, because you’re a good boy,” Storm told him. “Come inside her. You too, Dallas. Show our woman how fucking hot she is.”
Dallas glanced over at him, frowning, but that didn’t stop him from doing what he was told. He came at the same time Frost did, both with even, firm strokes into me as they shouted their releases and spilled themselves into my body.
Storm was only a handful of moments behind them, filling my mouth with his own salty, delicious cum.
All three sets of eyes were on me when he drew his cock out of my mouth and I was able to swallow.
“Good girl,” Frost said. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“She really is,” Dallas agreed. “The best.” he looked very much like he wanted to spend the day right where he was.
To be honest, I would have happily done the same. Let them lie there inside me until we all got too hungry to stay any longer.
Or at least, for a little while.
After a while, we all had to concede the need to get up and get to work.
I had a quick shower and breakfast and drove myself to the stadium for my last day of practical placement.
“It’s been good having you around,” Doctor Stuart said once we were done going over the treatment regimes for each of the injured players. None were too major. No doubt they were saving that for when the season began. The players all took things slightly easier during the preseason. Not to mention Coach didn’t want his starting lineup badly injured at this time of the year. They sat out of a lot of the preseason games, giving the younger, newer players a chance to have a turn on the paddock.
That, I was glad for, but it still left question marks over my own head.
I winced. “That sounds final. Can I ask if Bruce said anything about me?”
“You can ask, but he hasn’t.” Doctor Stuart turned off his laptop and shut the lid. “He’s been very close-mouthed about everything. Could be he hasn’t made his mind up yet.” He absently tapped his pointer finger on the desk beside his computer.
“I’m sure it’s frustrating for you too,” I said. “You need to know who you’re working with.”
“I do,” he agreed. “I’m sure it’ll be sorted out shortly. Bruce knows how important it is to have this put to bed as quickly as possible. So to speak.” He added that without giving me a meaningful look, thank goodness. Innuendos from him would be awkward at best.
“Yeah.” With the first game looming, it was going to be an urgent matter before too much longer. Bruce didn’t seem like the kind of GM who’d risk the health of his players by taking too long to decide. By the same token, he wouldn’t rush it either.
“Chin up,” Doctor Stuart said. “Things will work out how they’re supposed to. If that means you don’t end up here, you’ll find somewhere better.”
“Doctor Anthony Stuart, are you suggesting there’s a better team than the Dusk Bay Smashers?” I clicked my tongue.
“Watch your mouth, young woman.” He shook his finger at me playfully. “I’d never suggest such a thing. Just that things will work out for you, that’s all. You could end up working with the second best team in the league, the Sydney Devils.”
“Don’t say that to Atlas Underwood or Jay Lang,” I said dryly. “I suspect both of them would strenuously disagree.” I still needed to talk to Atlas about what happened the other day. The image of Jay’s face, with his hurt eyes, kept flashing through my brain. I needed to know what the situation was between them, so I wouldn’t make it worse.
Although, if it was as deep as Jay’s expression implied, then wouldn’t Atlas have said something? If I wasn’t careful, the situation would give me a headache.
“They’ll strenuously agree by the end of the season,” Doctor Stuart said. “When the Smashers win the premiership.”
“They’ll have a hard time against the Chiefs,” I said. “I’ve seen their lineup. They have some incredible players.” And some large men. So did the Fijian team.
“Nothing we can’t handle,” Doctor Stuart said confidently. “Our boys are fit and ready to go. We’ll live up to our name.”
“Of course we… They…” I exhaled. I wanted to include myself, but I didn’t dare to do that yet. In case I somehow jinxed myself.
Doctor Stuart raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t get to work here, are you going to stop supporting the team?”
“Of course not,” I said with a sniff. “We’ll smash the rest of the teams. Happy now?”
He smiled. “Ecstatic. Not that I had any doubt where your loyalties lay. You’re with the grey and red, all the way.”
“One hundred percent,” I agreed. “I have all the hoodies, scarves and socks to prove it. Maybe that’s what I did wrong. I should have worn them when I had my interview with Bruce Fergus. A scarf at least.”
Doctor Stuart chuckled. “That might have been laying it on a bit thick. Although, a beanie might not have been a bad idea.”
I slapped a hand to my forehead. “What was I thinking, going up there without wearing a knitted hat in the team colours? Talk about lack of foresight.”
At least no one suggested I offer Bruce a blowjob in return for hiring me. If they did, I wouldn’t have. That was something I would not want hanging over me for the rest of my career, even if it got me the job I wanted so much.
“I’m almost certain none of the other candidates wore one,” Doctor Stuart said.
“They probably don’t need to,” I said with a sigh. “They have experience that would have spoken for itself.”
“You have many qualities that make you perfect for the job,” he assured me. “I know it’s easy for me to say not to stress about it, but focus on the rest of the day and wait until you hear back from Bruce.”
“You’re right,” I said. “I shouldn’t let this interfere with work.”
Maybe this was a test of some kind. If I let it distract me, then I’d fail.
“You’re only human,” Doctor Stuart said. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t dwelling on this. I would be. In the meantime, we have a meeting with the team dietician. They need to make tweaks to a few of the guys’ diets while they recover.”
Every single aspect of their health and nutrition was under the microscope, all day every day. If anything changed, everything had to be considered. A few extra calories while they weren’t as active as usual needed to be assessed. More of this, less of that, it was a science in itself.
I nodded. “After that, Atlas Underwood has an appointment to have his nose looked at.” We needed to make sure it was healing right and not impeding his ability to breathe.
“I trust you can take care of that,” Doctor Stuart said. “Fill me in on how it goes.”
“Of course.” I grabbed my phone and followed him into the infirmary’s meeting room.
“How does it feel?” I looked at Atlas’ nose from one side, then the other.
He shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m still considering returning the favour.”
“I don’t think Coach would be too impressed if you broke Storm’s nose on purpose.” I leaned back and looked Atlas in the eyes. In the infirmary lighting, they looked brown-gold. Pretty enough to dive right into and get lost.
“Who said anything about doing it on purpose?” Atlas asked lightly. “Accidents happen.” He gave me a sly smile.
“So you might accidentally have him fall on your fist?” I returned my attention to his nose.
“Or my knee,” he agreed. “Or he might accidentally trip over my foot and faceplant into the wall. That would be such a shame.”
“You realise none of that sounds accidental, right?” I asked, rolling my eyes at him. “I can’t think of anyone who’d believe you if you said it was.”
“Do I care if they believe me?” he shot back. “As long as no one can prove I did it on purpose.”
“I don’t think you’re going to do any of that,” I decided.
“You don’t?” He cocked his head at me. “Why?”
“Because I think you’re a better person than that,” I told him. “You know Storm broke your nose by accident. Even if he did it on purpose, what would you gain by retaliating?”
“The satisfaction of hearing his bone crunch,” Atlas said, drawing out the last word. “The possibility of wiping that smug look off his face for a day or two.”
“What would it take for you to get along with each other?” I ended the question with a sigh.
“He’d have to stop being a prick, for a start.” Atlas shrugged. “He needs to get over himself, especially where you’re concerned. It didn’t bother you did it? When I touched your neck?”
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “It didn’t bother me at all.”
He leaned in closer and spoke with his mouth beside my ear. “I know. I felt your heart racing like a runaway train. You wanted it as much as I did.”
“I did,” I whispered. “What about Jay? Where does he fit into all of this?”
Atlas leaned back. “I don’t know. It’s complicated. He and I—” He shook his head.
“Are you together?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” he said. “We’ve… Dabbled. I think he has feelings for me.”
“He absolutely has feelings for you,” I said. “Anyone could see that. Question is, do you have feelings for him?”
“Would it be a problem if I did?” He looked genuinely conflicted.
“Not at all,” I said. “Not for me anyway. It might be a problem for him. He might prefer to keep you to himself.”
Atlas took a couple of steps away and rubbed a hand over his stubbled chin. “I don’t know if I want that. I want him and I want you.”
He looked like he was going to add more, but didn’t, so I had to ask. “What about Frost? You didn’t seem to hate kissing him.”
Atlas glanced around us, clearly uncomfortable with the topic, or at least the idea of being overheard.
I got that, guys like him often took longer to accept they had feelings for other men. Especially when those other men were teammates. A relationship could complicate things. A relationship breakdown could make being teammates difficult, to say the least. Not to mention the possibility of people pointing fingers and making judgements.
People needed to mind their own fucking business.
“I want to kiss you too,” Atlas said. “I want to do more than kiss you. Can we— Can we have this conversation somewhere else?”
“Definitely. I need to have your nose x-rayed so I can see how it’s healing. The technician should be ready.” Doctor Stuart was right, I needed to focus on work. This wasn’t the place for this conversation.
“Dinner?” Atlas asked before stepping towards the x-ray room.
“Sounds good,” I agreed. We had a lot to talk about.
I waited while the technician took the x-ray, then looked at the pictures, comparing them to the ones taken on the day of the break.
“Admit it, you’ve never seen such sexy nose bones,” Atlas said, peering over my shoulder.
“If I was ever going to call nose bones sexy, it would definitely be yours,” I said with a laugh. “I mean, look at those boney bones.”
“Would you say they’re the boniest bones that ever boned?” He stepped around and grinned.
“I’d say they’re right up there,” I agreed. They looked like average nose bones to me, to be honest but I liked the way he smiled at the silly banter.
“All this talking about bones is giving me a boner,” he whispered.
I laughed. “Serves you right for bringing up the topic.” My gaze dipped to the front of his track pants. Light grey ones, which were helpful for displaying his growing erection.
“Ouch, thanks for the sympathy.” He dropped his hands in front of his groin.
“I’m supposed to be treating your nose right now,” I reminded him. “Which, by the way, is healing nicely. I don’t think we’ll have to amputate.”
“That’s fucking good,” he said with a laugh. “I couldn’t give you permission to amputate my nose.” He leaned in and whispered, “But I give you permission to treat my cock, any time.”
“I’m sure you do.” I slipped the x-rays into a cardboard sleeve and printed out a sticker to identify who they belonged to.
“I’ll pick you up at six,” he said. “Wear something warm.”
“Are we going to the beach again?” I asked. The weather had cooled off quickly, making it a bit chilly for sitting outside, even with a roaring fire.
“Not this time, but I’m not telling you where I’m taking you,” he said. “Trust me, you’ll have fun. And after that, we can talk about further treatment.” He dipped his chin towards his groin and smiled.
“I’ll see you later.” I patted his shoulder and stepped away, leaving him with his hands still over his bulging tent. If this was my last day here, ever, at least it went out on an interesting note. I’d be thinking about him for the rest of the day. And how it would feel to ride his cock.