29. Chapter 29
Cody
Atlas pushes me into the dorm room, then slams the door behind me. Fucking hell. He was going over one hundred twenty miles an hour most of the way here. Surprised we made it in one piece.
I drop my bag onto the couch, then face Atlas. “Will you calm down now?”
He completely ignores me, focused on Hunter, who is leaning against the wall next to his room. Atlas pulls off his jacket and tosses it on the back of the couch. “Well? What'd Rua get out of Reed?”
“No threat to Cody. But Reed wouldn’t say much else.”
My shoulders drop a little. Not because I thought someone was actually coming after me.
Not really. But someone connected to our team got shot, and my boyfriend spent the ride here acting like the next bullet had my name on it.
So, hearing I’m not next on some mystery psycho’s list is kind of a relief.
“But,” Hunter continues as he straightens to his full height, “they had a bet going on.”
Atlas quirks a brow. “About?”
“Us dating Cody.” Hunter looks my way, the left corner of his mouth ticking up. “Reed called you mini-me.”
That motherfucker.
“I am nothing like Jackson Reed. Nothing.”
Atlas snorts. “Actually—”
I point my finger at him. “Shut the fuck up.”
His warm brown eyes light up, which is never good.
“Don’t say one word. Atlas, I’m warning you.”
He mouths something, but there’s no sound. Then he starts laughing.
I give him the finger, then stomp toward their mini-fridge to get a bottle of water.
Hunter grabs the nape of my neck as I pass, pulls me to him, then presses his lips to mine. “Missed you.”
A flush crawls up my neck. “I missed you too.”
Ugh, I sound pathetic. I saw them two days ago. Two. Apparently, that’s not enough now. Especially with them gone for games the next few days.
Atlas mumbles something as he flops onto the couch, tossing his motorcycle gloves onto the table.
I chuckle, make my way over, straddle his lap, then kiss his cheek. “Thank you for having my back earlier.”
He boops my nose. “Always, Little J.”
“What happened?” Hunter asks.
Fuck.
Don’t want to talk about the bullshit that went down with Cindy. Or what it was about. I sigh and burrow my face into Atlas’s neck. He didn’t make the face. Didn’t offer to help me like I needed fixing. He just kissed my cheek.
But what if Hunter makes the face ?
I swallow hard.
Atlas’s hands run up and down my thighs. “Just a run-in with his ex. She learned her lesson.”
Groaning, I lift my head. “You tripped her.”
Hunter closes the distance between us, glaring at Atlas. “And?”
Atlas shrugs. “It was only a busted lip. And a chipped tooth. She should’ve tried to break the fall.”
“Fucking jackass.”
Atlas looks at me and makes a goofy face right back, trying to touch his nose with his tongue.
I chuckle and lightly slap his shoulder, then my sweatshirt is yanked up and pulled off. I gasp and twist around.
Hunter stares down at me. “Need you.”
My dick swells as a flush crawls up my neck to my cheeks. His eyes are softer. Intense, but not dangerous. Still, I don’t miss the way his fingers clench and unclench at his sides.
Atlas squeezes my thighs, and I face him. His Adam’s apple bobs, his lips pressed into a thin line, brows slightly furrowed.
He’s been this way since . . . since I told him about Henneman.
I turn back to Hunter, whose chest is heaving.
They’re scared—well, more like worried—about me.
Never had anyone tell me they need me. Never thought I’d like hearing it. But I do. So, I look up at my boyfriend and nod, already reaching for him.
He fists my hair, pulls back, and then kisses me. It’s hungry. Rough. Consuming. I moan into his mouth, and he swipes his tongue over mine, growling in return.
Atlas reaches into my joggers and wraps his hand around my dick, stroking from base to tip. He chuckles when I chase his fist, loosening his grip. “Nuh, uh, Little J.”
I break the kiss and glare as I pinch his nipple.
“Mmm, getting feisty.” Atlas pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the ground. “Do it again. You know I like it.”
Asshole.
Atlas hisses through his teeth when I pinch them, grinding up against my ass. “Fuck, that feels good. More.”
Hunter lets go of my hair, and I fall forward, running my tongue along one hardened bud before nipping it.
“That’s it, baby.” Atlas’s head drops back as he pushes his chest out. “Use your teeth again. Feels so good when you do.”
Hunter walks off, then comes back and tosses lube and condoms onto the couch. “Lift.”
I keep playing with Atlas’s nipples as I lift my hips so Hunter can pull my pants and boxers off. Then Atlas grabs my chin and tilts it up to claim my mouth as Hunter works me open. I pant and whine, pushing back to chase his fingers.
“Get him on your cock, his back to your chest,” Hunter says.
Atlas breaks the kiss and winks. “Bet this is going to be fun.”
I snort, stand, and face Hunter. He’s already naked from the waist down. But the T-shirt has to go. When I reach for the hem, he grabs my wrist. My brows furrow.
A muscle near his eye twitches, then he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He releases my wrist, then pulls his shirt off himself.
My gaze drops from his face to his bare chest, and every muscle in my body tenses, throat tightening.
Scars cut across his entire torso in ugly, uneven lines. Not clean like a knife. Worse. Jagged white tracks that are broken up by deeper puckered marks. I reach out, running my fingertips along one of the lines. “Who did this?”
“Not now.”
Atlas grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap. “Ready for me?”
“I, uh, yeah.” But I look up at Hunter, at his chest. At the scars.
Atlas brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “He’ll tell you later when he’s ready. But right now, we need you.”
“Okay.” The words are barely a whisper.
Gripping the base of Atlas’s dick, I slowly lower myself onto him. Fuck, I forgot how big he is. Forgot the burn at the start, the way my body fights before it opens.
“Eyes on me.” Hunter’s voice is deep and gravelly.
My eyes lock with his dark ones, and I bear down, taking more of Atlas in until my ass meets his thighs. My hole clenches around him, making the hot stretch sharper. Fuck. There is no way I’m supposed to feel this full and still be breathing.
“Jesus, Little J,” Atlas groans, wrapping both arms around me, trapping mine against my sides. “Your greedy little hole just took every inch of my cock.”
“Shut up.” My head drops back against his shoulder, sweat already slicking my spine. “And stop talking about my ass like it has a personality.”
Hunter kicks Atlas’s legs wider, drops to his knees, then swallows me down.
“Oh fuck!” My toes curl, balls pulling up tight. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
He growls around me, and the vibration shoots straight through my dick and into the base of my spine. He pulls back, tongue dragging along the underside, lips tight around the head, before sinking back down until I hit his throat.
My arms strain against Atlas’s hold, but he doesn’t give me an inch. I can’t grab Hunter’s hair. Can’t brace on the couch. Can’t do shit except take it as Hunter’s mouth works me over.
Too much. Way too fucking much.
Atlas thrusts up, the angle perfect. He does it again. And again. Each time more brutal than the last. “Fill his mouth, Little J.”
I shake my head from side to side. “I . . . I . . .”
A moan tears out of me, loud enough that their entire floor must hear, every muscle in my body contracting. I come before I can even warn Hunter, spilling into his mouth.
Hunter doesn't stop. He keeps sucking, rough and relentless, until my thighs are shaking and I'm whimpering from the overstimulation. When he finally pulls off, he leans over me, gripping Atlas’s jaw with one hand, and squeezes until his mouth opens.
My dick twitches, and my breath catches because I just came ten seconds ago, and I'm already getting hard again watching Hunter feed Atlas my cum as if it belongs to them both.
Atlas whines, his hips snapping up harder, faster, each uneven stroke dragging through me at a different angle. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—”
“Not yet.” Hunter grabs the second condom and steps back. He opens the foil, rolls it on, then coats himself with lube. “I want you to feel both of us, Little Titan. Think you can do that?”
My brows furrow, brain still offline.
Both of them— ohhhh, fuuuck .
I shake my head rapidly. “Nope. No way. Don’t even think about it.”
Atlas stops fucking into me, his chest heaving against my back. “Hunt?”
Hunter’s gaze flicks to him. “Pull his knees up.”
Atlas grabs the back of my knees and lifts, bringing them to my chest. My cheeks, neck, and ears are on fire. It only gets worse when Hunter’s gaze drops to my filled hole.
Fucking hell.
Why do I have to be so exposed?
But my dick twitches again because obviously my body likes the way he’s looking at it. If only it weren’t so embarrassing.
Once Atlas shifts his legs closer together, Hunter straddles them, gripping his base. “If it hurts, tell me.”
I swallow hard. “Hunter, I can’t—”
“You can.”
“No, I can’t. You’re too fucking big.”
He smiles, actually smiles.
Fuck him. And fuck my emotions for liking that smile.
But Atlas hasn’t said a word, hasn’t moved. He’s too still. I don’t even feel his chest moving anymore.
“Atlas?”
“I’m good.” His voice is barely there, barely a whisper.
“You sure?”
Atlas kisses my shoulder. “Yeah.”
I inhale, filling my lungs, then exhale slowly and look at Hunter. “You fucking hurt me, and I’ll cut that monster dick right off and shove it up your ass with no lube. We clear?”
Hunter chuckles. “Would love to see you try.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. It really takes you making me take two dicks up my ass at once to see you smile and hear you laugh? You’re a real fucking asshole.”
Hunter’s eyes widen, and he stares at me, unblinking, like he hadn’t realized how serious he always is when I’m around. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen him smile at games either. Or laugh. Even when Atlas acts like a fool.
He swallows and gives his head a light shake. “I’ll go slow.”
Atlas squeezes the backs of my knees, panting hard, when Hunter adds more lube and circles my stretched rim with his thumb before pressing it in. “Fuck, Hunt.”
My lungs seize, my body trying to shove him back out. “That’s . . . I don’t think . . .”
“Breathe. Nice and slow.” Hunter takes his time working me open until my body stops fighting him. He adds more lube and a finger, taking his time. “You good, Little Titan?”
I nod, inhaling and exhaling, not even giving a fuck my dick’s soft. Atlas kisses and nips my neck, his thumb brushing over my skin. Hunter’s fingers eventually disappear, replaced by the blunt head of his dick.
I grab his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin, my legs shaking. “Nope, that’s not . . . fuck, that’s not going to—”
The air punches from my lungs when he pushes in. Not hard or fast. Just enough.
“Fuck, baby, you’re taking us.” Atlas breathes against my neck. “You’re actually taking us.”
I reach down and pull his leg hair because the dipshit needs to shut up. Of course, he laughs. But it breaks halfway through when Hunter pushes another inch.
The stretch turns white-hot, and my eyes squeeze shut. Sweat coats my skin, my pulse racing.
“That pretty hole is stretching so nicely, taking both of us.” Hunter moves again, slowly, adding more lube.
“More . . . I need . . . more.”
Hunter pushes in until he’s fully seated. “Our little Titan is stuffed full of us.”
Full doesn’t cover it. Full is a joke. This is ruined. Claimed. Stretched so wide around them that my body doesn’t feel like mine anymore.
No one moves. Not until the pain fades into a rough ache, and I squirm, my hole fluttering around them.
Hunter bites my bottom lip and tugs it. “Need something?”
“Move.”
He chuckles, deep and low. “Then beg.”
“What?”
“Beg, Little Titan. Beg us to fuck you. Let us hear how much you want it.”
My mouth opens, then closes. The fuck did he just say? I scoff, eyes narrowing as I roll my hips.
Hunter leans forward, putting all his weight on me, so that I can’t move. “Beg, Cody.”
“In your dreams.”
One of their dicks kicks, dragging a moan from me.
Atlas nips the shell of my ear. “Pelvic floor muscles, baby. I can do that all day.”
He does it again. Think Hunter does it too.
My dick is hard and aching and trapped. I can’t move to get any friction. Can’t get any relief. And the sounds coming out of me are broken and high-pitched. “Please.”
Hunter brushes his lips over mine. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me. Jerk me. Anything. Please. It aches. Everything aches. Please. Please.”
He hammers into me so hard my vision blurs, each thrust stronger and faster. “Mine.”
“Yours. Both of yours.”
Atlas grunts against my neck, his hips grinding in small circles. He lets go of my legs, his hands sliding onto Hunter’s ass. “Harder. Fuck us harder .”
Hunter's thrusts become more brutal, each one punctuated by a grunt that sounds like it's being torn out of him. Sweat drips down the sides of his face. “Take it. Take me.”
A low babble fills the space, and it takes me way too long to realize it’s coming from me.
“Can’t get enough.” Hunter presses his forehead against mine. “Not enough. Never enough.”
Atlas’s teeth sink into the area between my neck and shoulder, and I cry out. Hunter captures it with a kiss. It’s all too much.
Blinding ecstasy crashes over me, my hole clenching around them as my orgasm detonates. “Oh, God!”
Hunter groans, his eyes closing. His thrusts change, his hips swiveling more, pushing back more before punching forward. “Can’t. I can’t.”
I barely make the words out as he whispers them against my lips.
He can’t what?
“Fuck, fuck. I’m coming. Oh, fuck me, I’m coming.” Atlas tenses under me, then wails. “Hunt! Hunt!”
I don’t know what happens, but when Hunter pulls back, he practically roars, swiveling his hips a few times before driving in deep. His breath catches as he comes, his forehead dropping to my shoulder opposite of where Atlas has his face buried in my neck.
We lie there, panting, sweaty, exhausted.
Never has anyone wanted me like this, needed me the way they do. And I need them too. Not just physically, but in the way Atlas boops my nose. And in the way Hunter claims me as his publicly.
Not because I’m good at fucking or because I’m a hockey player.
Just me.
Cody.
Their little Titan.