17. All In #2
I can’t help but think that Gen was in the laundry room the night after the first game.
And while I struggle to see Nash sending those texts and putting severed doll’s heads in my locker, that feels exactly like something Gen would do.
I also suspect her of sharing that photo of me and Tucker with Carole.
She must have known about the non fraternization rule and was trying to get me kicked off of camp.
Jodie thinks that cooling off my relationship with the guys will silence my blackmailer and give us the time and opportunity to look into the situation and see if we can find out who’s behind the threats.
Her plan works just as well if we keep things discreet. The breakup doesn’t have to be real. As long as no one suspects I’m with the guys, I should be relatively safe until I can find some proof that Gen is behind this all.
Talking to the guys will have to wait for now.
“Let’s keep things quiet until camp is over.
” I trace Nash’s jaw with my fingers. “Once we aren’t under our coach’s watchful eyes twenty-four seven, it’ll be easier to fly under the radar, like Colsen said.
But right now I don’t want to think about tomorrow.
We’re in this beautiful room and I don’t want it to go to waste.
You two rocked my world and I want to return the favor. ”
I close my fingers around the base of Nash’s cock and stroke him slowly.
“Fuck.” He groans. “If you keep touching me like this, you’ll return the favor in under thirty seconds.”
“Oh, sorry.” I giggle.
Nash rubs the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.
“I mean, if that’s how you want to take care of me, that works.
If it were the two of us, I’d ask you how you want to be fucked.
But Colsen is here too, and my only experience with threesomes comes from porn videos.
I know a lot of that shit isn’t what real life sex is about.
Do we take turns? Do we both take you together?
So I guess it depends on how you want this to go. ”
Surprisingly, Colsen agrees. “Yeah, Nash isn’t wrong. My only real life three-way experience was with you and Tucker. And while I’m dying to feel that tight little pussy of yours, I don’t know what your boundaries are. I think it’s important we’re all comfortable with whatever goes down.”
“Ok. So it’s what I want?”
They both nod.
I’m a little nervous. I’m even less experienced than they are, not just with threesomes but with sex in general. These days, if my date wakes up with his head still attached to his shoulders, I call it a victory.
“It would be fun if you didn’t have to take turns.”
Colsen’s wicked smile tells me exactly what he’s thinking. “Like I said before, I’d love to fuck your perfect little ass, but I don’t think we should just go for it without any prep. At the very least, we’d need the right kind of lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He sounds like he knows that he’s talking about, but right now I don’t want to know.
“Then what about this? I never had the chance to go down on Nash. How about I use my mouth on him while you, Colsen, take me from behind? Maybe the ass stuff should be a little more of a learning curve. Like a finger first?”
“That sounds so fucking hot,” Colsen groans. “Come here, pretty girl. Kiss me.”
I surround his neck with my arms and kiss him with all that I have. My body responds instantly to the contact of Colsen’s soft lips. I can still vaguely taste myself on him and I don’t hate it.
His cock twitches against my stomach and my inner muscles throb with need. It’s crazy that I want them so much after they made me come twice just a few minutes ago.
“Nash,” I beckon him.
He pulls me into his arms. “Trouble,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
Then he kisses me hard and deep.
Colsen kisses me too. His lips trail a hot path down the back of my neck. Their hands are everywhere, hot and slightly rough, making every inch of my skin buzz with sensation.
Being between them feels right.
The only thing I’m missing right now is having Tucker here too. This week he’s spent every free second at home with his parents, and so did Talia. His family is having some financial problems, but he hasn’t confided in me like his sister.
I hope to be able to talk to him soon. He might be embarrassed by the situation, but if anyone understands, it’s me. Growing up with a single mom meant that money was always a problem.
Colsen grabs my hips, his hard cock pulsing against the base of my spine. He grinds his hips, rubbing himself against the crack of my buttocks, and any other thought that doesn’t involve the two hot men in my bed dissolves into thin air.
“Ready, pretty girl?” he murmurs.
“Mhm.” I turn to look at him over my shoulder, offering him a nod and shifting so that I’m on all fours.
He fists his cock, bringing its blunt head to my entrance.
“Nash,” he grunts as he sinks inside me easily. “I wish you could feel how wet she is for us.”
Nash’s green gaze is a hot beam of unadulterated lust. “Are you wet for us, Trouble? Do you like having our hands and mouths on you at the same time?”
I nod, my breath hitching in my throat. “I love it.” I manage to rasp out. “I want you guys so much.”
“Then suck my dick, Taryn. Before I blow my load, just watching Colsen fuck you from behind.”
Nash gets up, standing in front of me beside the mattress, putting his cock level with my face.
Our eyes lock as I wet my lips and open my mouth. My tongue immediately starts swirling around the engorged head.
“Fuck,” Nash groans. “That feels good.”
I close my mouth over his cock head, sucking on his smooth skin.
He gradually surges forward, and I relax my jaw, taking more and more of him while Colsen maintains a slow rhythm as he pumps in and out of me.
My pussy clenches with need, and a moan comes from Colsen. “God, Taryn. If you do that, you’re going to make me come.”
The next push of his hips is harder and deeper, and that sends Nash deeper into my mouth and inside my throat.
It takes me by surprise and gag, tears streaming down my face.
“Shit. Trouble, are you ok?” Nash immediately pulls out of my mouth and kneels in front of me. Concern is etched all over his face as he dries my tears with the pads of his thumbs. His touch is gentle, and I smile.
“I’m fine. I just didn’t expect you to get so deep, and I wasn’t ready. I don’t know why my eyes are running. I think it’s some kind of involuntary reaction, but you weren’t hurting me.”
He exhales, visibly relieved. “Good. I would hate to hurt you.”
“Same,” Colsen agrees. He’s stopped moving, but he’s still buried inside me to the hilt.
My inner muscles flutter at the feeling of fullness and Colsen’s cock pulses in response.
“I know you don’t want to hurt me.” I say to both of them. “I want this to work, but right now it isn’t. I need someone to be able to control how deep Nash gets. I would, but I need my hands on the mattress or I’ll fall face first.”
“We could shift positions.” Colsen muses. “You could sit up and I could keep you upright so you can use your hands to control what happens with Nash.”
I try to envision that, but Nash has a different suggestion.
“That might make your angle more challenging. I think you’d slip out of Taryn. But I have another idea. You could stay the way you are and I could guide Taryn’s pretty mouth.”
He stands up again and begins gathering my hair in his hand. “May I? Just let me know if it hurts, ok?”
Once Nash has my hair wrapped around his fist, he uses his free hand to guide his cock into my mouth again.
“So fucking pretty.” He croons, tracing the edge of my lips with his fingers as they stretch to accommodate his cock. “I’m going to start moving, ok? I’ll go slow. If you want me to stop, touch my knees with your hands and I’ll stop. Sounds good?”
I try to nod, but it isn’t easy with my mouth full of cock. “Hmm.” I blink twice and swirl my tongue around him again to signal my agreement.
“That looks fucking hot,” Colsen says. “I’m gonna start moving again, ok? Ready? We have to work together, dude.”
And just like that, Colsen begins a slow rhythm, pounding in and out of me, each thrust taking him deeper inside me.
His movements cause my head to surge forward like before, but this time Nash is controlling how deep he goes with a hand in my hair and one cupping my jaw.
The sensation is out of this world.
Colsen feels amazing inside me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars every time he surges forward.
I love the feeling of Nash’s cock hard in my mouth with every thrust and every lick of my tongue to the underneath of his shaft.
But what takes this experience from pleasurable to mind blowing is the pleasure that radiates from my head every time Nash’s movements cause him to pull on my hair.
Sparks of electric heat travel from my scalp to my clit, and my pussy begins pulsing in warning that an orgasm is on the horizon.
“Fuck, Taryn,” Colsen pants. “Are you close? The way you’re squeezing me feels too good. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
I moan my assent, opening my mouth more to take more of Nash into my mouth.
That causes Nash’s cock to swell in my mouth, becoming impossibly hard. “Trouble, I’m so fucking close, too. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, blink twice please.”
I emit a moan of protest. He had better not think about pulling out now; I want every last drop.
“God,” Nash’s voice is strained. “I’m gonna come down your pretty throat.”
As the first salty spurt of his release hits my tongue, Colsen begins to come too. And I’m right there. My body is tense to breaking point, the pleasure mounting to the point that it almost hurts.
“Such a good girl, taking us both so well.” Colsen grunts as he stills deep inside me.
I shatter into a million pieces as pleasure blooms between my legs and spreads to every cell in my body.
The feeling of Colsen’s cum spreading warmth inside me and of Nash emptying himself into my mouth is so good. But what pushed me over the edge was when Colsen called me a good girl.
As our climaxes subside, the guys gently withdraw from me. As Colsen runs to the en-suite bathroom to get a wet towel to clean me up, Nash gathers me into his arms.
He kisses me slowly and softly, and I smile.
“What? Are you ok?” he whispers.
“Mhm. That was amazing, and I just learned two things tonight.”
Nash brushes a strand of sweaty hair away from my forehead while Colsen returns and begins cleaning between my legs with gentle swipes of the luxury hotel towel.
“What did you learn, pretty girl?”
My smile widens. “That I loved having my hair pulled during sex and that apparently I have a praise kink.”
“We’re the luckiest men in the world.” Colsen murmurs as he settles against the plush pillows with me between him and Nash.
“That we are.” Nash whispers, his face nestled in the crook of my neck.
It’s been a long day for all of us, and with our bodies pleasantly sated, sleep takes us under.