Chapter 11
Jase
Back in Florida a few weeks later, I returned to the small two-bedroom apartment the Sox had stuck me in to find my roommate wasn’t home.
His bedroom door was open, and his room was dark, so I assumed he’d gone through with his plan to hit the pool with a couple of the guys, which worked for me because I wanted the place quiet.
I carried my duffel down the short hall to my room and dropped it next to the dresser that already had way too much clean laundry piled on top.
Shutting my door, I kicked off my shoes, and dropped onto the bed.
The mattress squeaked under my weight as I stretched out on my back.
I propped a pillow under my head and unlocked my phone.
The Loop opened with one swipe. Faye showed up first, front row at some Boston event in a black dress, arm in arm with Morgan, smiling at the camera.
I closed the app before I could scroll further and pulled up our group chat instead.
Status check, Princess. What are you up to?
Faye: I’m on my couch in sweats watching a cult doc
Dylan: Turn the cult off and chat with us instead
Faye: Pretty sure you two are more dangerous than the cult is
You keep texting us though ;)
Faye: Questionable life choices :P
Come make another one in Florida
Faye: There it is
There what is?
Faye: The part where you two try to talk me into doing something I shouldn’t do
Dylan: She knows us too well
Doesn’t mean we’re wrong. Come down here
Faye: That’s the whole pitch? “Come down here.”
Yeah, for a weekend. We want to see you
Faye: You want the president’s daughter to fly to Florida and spend a weekend at a hotel with two baseball players and hope it never leaks?
I want you somewhere you’re not on display every second
Dylan: And yeah with us. Let’s not pretend otherwise
Faye: At least you admit it
We’re not subtle. We know what we want
Faye: You act like I’m not the one who ends up paying for it if this blows up
Dylan: We’re not asking you to walk through a stadium holding our hands. We’re talking about a room where you can lock the door and forget everyone else
Faye: I told you that you two are more dangerous than the cult is
You still haven’t said no
Faye: I know but it’s just a pain in the ass. Coordinating flights, Agent Pederson, my parents’ schedule, my own calendar, etc
Dylan: That sounds like a bunch of people who don’t need to know what you’re doing in your hotel room
Faye: You’re not helping
Forget them for a second. What do you want?
Faye: I want to shut off my phone and not talk to anyone except you two. I want to sleep in and not put on a dress or heels. I want to see you two without wondering who’s watching
Then let us watch you instead
Dylan: I already like this plan
Faye: Obviously you do
You get on a plane, check into a hotel and text us the room number. The door opens and it’s just you, a bed, and two guys who’ve been thinking about you since the wedding
Faye: Go on …
First night we put you on that bed and fuck you until you can’t walk
Faye: Very confident
You remember how fast you fell apart between us with your whole family outside?
Faye: Of course I remember
Dylan: That was us behaving
Faye: You were NOT behaving
We were holding back. You were trying not to make noise
Dylan: You get us into a hotel where nobody hears a thing and you can be as loud as you want
Well people might hear but they won’t know it’s you
Faye: Wow. You two are a problem
Let us be your problem for a weekend
Faye: You like pushing
When it’s worth it and you’re worth it
Faye: Hypothetically if I visited, when?
Come any time. We might have training but our nights are free
Dylan: We’ll take whatever you give us
Faye: I’ll talk to Agent Pederson. If he doesn’t freak out and can set it up without turning it into a circus, I’ll come down
Tell him you need a break and want to go see your favorite baseball players
Faye: I do need a break, but I’m not telling them the reason I need one is because I can’t stop thinking about you two
Dylan: Coward
Faye: Shut up
You don’t owe anyone details. Just tell them you’re going and book a flight
Faye: Fine. Send me a hotel that doesn’t look shady
There’s a resort near the complex. Players use it when their families visit
Dylan: You’re really doing this?
Faye: I’m checking dates. Calm down
You’re not backing out
Faye: Don’t get cocky. I’m still not sure I can make this work, but if this clears, I’ll text you my details
Dylan: Can’t wait to see you, Princess
Can’t wait to taste you
The thread went quiet. I let my phone fall onto my chest and stared at the ceiling for a second, thinking about burying my face between her thighs while she sucked Dylan’s dick. That thought was enough to make me slide my boxers down and fist my aching cock until I came all over my stomach.
The following Friday night, the complex lights were still on behind me as I crossed the lot to my 4Runner. Dylan and I had shipped our vehicles from California because being at camp for three months without one would have sucked.
Practice had gone on long enough that my legs felt heavy and my back was tight, but my brain was buzzing too hard to care. Faye’s text sat at the top of our thread.
Landed. Checking in now
By the time I reached my vehicle, Dylan stood leaning against my hood, his hair still damp from his shower, his phone in his hand.
“Took you long enough,” he muttered, climbing into the passenger seat.
“You were early,” I answered, dropping into the driver’s seat. “You good going straight there?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
The resort was about a ten-minute drive. I pulled into the lot, found a spot near the entrance, and killed the engine. Palm trees lined the walkway, as we headed for the doors, my phone buzzed again:
Faye: Room 614
“Top floor,” Dylan noted, glancing at his screen. “Of course.”
We cut past the desk and stepped into the elevator. I hit six and watched the numbers climb as my pulse did the same. The doors slid open on the sixth floor. The hallway was quiet, the carpet soft under our feet, the lights turned down low. Room numbers climbed along the wall.
Agent Pederson stood near the door to room 614, hands clasped in front of him, eyes fixed on us as we walked up.
“Knock,” Dylan murmured.
“You knock,” I shot back.
“One of you knock,” Agent Pederson said with a chuckle.
I took a breath, lifted my hand, and knocked on the door of the suite where the president’s daughter was waiting inside.
The door opened, and Faye stood before us, her hair up in a messy knot, a soft T-shirt brushing bare thighs. I wasn’t sure she was wearing anything under it. Her eyes ran over both of us, then quickly pulled us inside without a word. The door shut, and she flipped the deadbolt.
She leaned back against the door for a second, then looked at us. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said.
Dylan’s mouth lifted. “Hi.”
The suite had a small sitting area with a couch, a table, and a doorway to the bedroom. A half-empty bottle of water sat on the table.
“You look happy,” I told her.
“I am.” She pushed off the door and stepped closer. Her hand settled on my chest, and her fingers curled into my T-shirt. “You gonna stand there and talk, or are you gonna kiss me?”
I dipped my head and met her mouth. She rose onto her toes, her fingers tightening in my shirt as her lips stayed soft and warm against mine. She opened up, her tongue brushing mine, and a quiet sound slipped from her throat.
Dylan moved in beside her as we pulled apart. “My turn.”
She turned her head and kissed him, her hand sliding along his jaw.
I watched them, my pulse kicking hard, and let my palm curve over her waist. She pushed against Dylan’s chest, steering him back until his calves hit the couch.
She dropped onto the middle cushion and crooked a finger at us. “Come here.”
I took the seat to her right, and Dylan sat on her left. She glanced at each of us in turn, her lips slightly swollen, and shook her head.
“Too far,” she complained.
She hooked one hand around my neck and tugged me closer, so I slid over until my hip pressed against hers, then she did the same with Dylan. The warmth of her thigh seeped through the fabric of my shorts, and I felt each breath she took.
“This is better,” she decided.
“You’re bossy,” Dylan told her.
“You like it,” she fired back.
“Yeah,” I cut in. “We do.”
Her fingers slid up the center of my chest and back around to the nape of my neck. She pulled me toward her and kissed me again, slower and deeper this time, using her tongue to stroke mine in a way that made my spine light up.
She broke the kiss with a small gasp and tipped her head back against the cushion for a second.
I looked over and saw Dylan running his fingers up her thigh.
Her eyes fluttered shut, then opened again.
When he leaned in and caught her mouth, her hand slid into his hair.
As I watched them, my hand drifted over her stomach, my fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt.
Her skin felt warm and smooth under my palm. She sucked in a breath.
“Jase,” she whispered against Dylan’s mouth.
“Yeah?” I murmured.
“More.”
I smoothed my hand higher under her shirt, tracing the curve of her ribs, until my thumb brushed the side of her bare breast. Her hand left Dylan’s hair and grabbed my wrist, holding me there for a second.
“Take this off,” she said, her fingers catching the hem of her shirt. “I’m hot.”
I helped her pull the shirt over her head, revealing her perfect tits.
Her nipples were already hard, and I leaned in and captured one in my mouth, my tongue circling the stiff nub.
She moaned as her back arched off the couch.
Dylan’s hands roamed over her body, tracing patterns on her skin with his fingertips.
I could see the bulge in his shorts and knew he was as hard as I was.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” My teeth grazed her collarbone. “I can’t wait to taste you.” I lowered myself to the floor, slid her to the edge of the cushion, and settled between her thighs.
Her shorts were already damp with arousal, and I could smell her sweet scent.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down, along with her panties, revealing her smooth pussy.
I leaned in and took a long lick, tracing her slit with my tongue.
She moaned and her hips lifted off the couch.
I continued to lick, my tongue circling her clit while my fingers slid inside her.
When I looked over at Dylan, he had pulled his shorts down and was stroking himself as he watched me devour her. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured. “You look so good like this, Faye. So fucking sexy.”
She peered at him. “You like watching, don’t you?”
He nodded, his hand moving faster. “Fuck, yeah. I love watching you come undone by my stepbrother.”
I doubled my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring Faye to the brink. Her moans grew louder, and her body tensed as she neared her climax.
“Jase, I’m close,” she gasped, her fingers digging into my scalp. “So close.”
I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body trembling with anticipation as her arousal coated my mouth and trimmed beard.
When I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it, that was all it took.
She let out a cry of pleasure, her body convulsing as she came hard.
Her juices coated my tongue, and I lapped up every drop as I brought her down from her high.
Dylan reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”
She turned to face him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Always. What do you have in mind?”
He grinned as he rolled the condom onto his cock. “I want to fuck you from behind. On your hands and knees.”
She complied, turning longways on the couch and presenting her ass to him.
Dylan positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips.
He aligned his dick with her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
As Faye let out a low moan, her head dropped forward, causing some of her hair, which had come loose from her bun, to fall over her face.
I moved in front of her, my cock hard and ready, my eyes locked on hers. “Ready for my dick too?”
She nodded. “Yes. Fuck my mouth.”
On one knee on the cushion, I positioned my dick at her mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire, then took me into her mouth and wrapped her lips around my shaft. I groaned and bucked my hips slightly when her tongue swirled around my head.
Dylan’s hips slammed against her ass as his cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. Faye’s mouth worked my dick with her tongue and lips, driving me wild.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dylan grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. “So tight and wet.”
I tangled my fingers in Faye’s hair, guiding her mouth up and down my shaft. The sensation of her mouth and tongue was almost too much, and I could feel my orgasm building fast. “I’m close,” I gasped, my voice strained. “Faye, you’re going to make me come.”
She looked up at me, her mouth and hand working in tandem.
Dylan’s hips moved faster, his cock slamming into her with increased urgency. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he grunted, his body tensing as he spilled into the condom.
She let out a low moan as her own orgasm rippled through her body.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a final thrust, I came in her mouth, my cock pulsing as she swallowed every drop.
She kept sucking and licking me until I was completely spent, my body shaking with the intensity of my release.
We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged.
Dylan quickly disposed of the condom and returned.
Faye lay between us, her head resting on my chest, Dylan’s arm draped over her waist. We stayed like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
“Yeah, that was worth the trip.” Faye chuckled. “Thank you.”
Dylan pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Fuck yeah, it was.”
I smiled. “Thankfully, we have all weekend.”