51 - Fallon
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FALLON
“New Orleans might be fun,” Trey said, as he twisted the cap off another bottle of beer. “The people there are pretty wild, though.”
There was a quick hiss of carbonation, and then he was tilting his head back, letting the cool liquid slide down the inside of his thick, beautiful throat. I could only vaguely enjoy it. As hot as he looked, with the top half of his upper body jutting up from the swirling water, I was sort of… distracted.
“As much as I love Louisiana, I’d rather get some different weather,” added Dalton. He was smiling happily, his long body stretched all the way back against the hot tub’s headrest. I’d never seen the quarterback this relaxed, or this many beers into a single night. All the way up here, tucked far away from everything else, he was totally, blissfully content.
“I really don’t care where we go,” Emerson murmured against my neck. “As long as we have one of these …”
He patted the side of the hot tub, then returned that hand to where it was: beneath the bubbling waters, wrapped snugly around my waist. His other hand was exactly where it had been for the past few minutes: between my legs. His long, talented fingers playing lazily between my thighs.
Mmmmmm ….
I settled back into him, and he folded his body around me. His muscular legs swept over mine, stretching me out, prying me open. Making me feel totally owned and completely ensconced by his strong, supple flesh.
I sighed as he kissed me some more, dragging his lips and tongue up and down my neck and shoulder. The resulting goosebumps were in stark contrast to the soothing warmth of the heated water, jetting into my naked body from all sides.
“What about you, wallflower?” he nuzzled into my neck.
My eyes were half-closed, my brain lost in the guiltless euphoria of his strumming fingers. I could’ve opened them if I wanted to. I could’ve tried giving some half-assed answer. Instead, I only smiled and shrugged.
The truth was, it didn’t matter where we ended up. It could be somewhere hot, or somewhere rainy, or somewhere cold, surrounded by drifts of snow, as we were now. The boys had surprised me by renting a secluded mountain lodge, high up in the mountains of Colorado Springs. I rode the entire six hours dripping with the anticipation of being locked in a snowy cabin alongside three strapping football hunks, and of course, I hadn’t been disappointed.
“How much longer do I have?” I heard Emerson say.
Dalton looked outside the hot tub, to the timer on his phone. “About two and a half.”
The arm around my waist slid up to cup my breast, the fingers closing around a warm, wet nipple. The lazy strumming between my thighs became something more. Fingers plunged, developing into an in-and-out motion, even as Emerson’s thumb began gently grazing my warm, happy button. I cooed involuntarily, arching my back, thrusting my pelvis forward against the all new pressure of those five wonderful digits. Which, of course, were working in a concerted effort to make me come.
“New England might be cool,” said Trey. “A good variety of seasons.”
I only barely heard him. And though the conversation right now was between them, I knew full well all eyes were on me.
“I’d rather New York than New England,” said Dalton. “Same weather, and right now they’re a stronger team.”
“Giants or Jets?” asked Trey.
“Both, really.”
Emerson’s hand moved faster, and the one working my breasts slid up to just beneath my neck. The surge of sudden aggression was exhilarating as he held me there, pinned tightly against his chest. His stubbled cheek brushed roughly against mine, as he grunted a stream of dirty, filthy talk directly into my ear.
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Trey exclaimed. “That’s against the rules!”
“What is?”
“Dirty talk!”
“Who said?”
“I… I just thought—”
The loud beep of a timer went off, and I heard Emerson groan. He held me another second or two, then begrudgingly released me. Which was sorely disappointing, because I’d been right on the edge.
“C’mere, baby.”
Dalton extended a hand and used it to pull me to his corner of the hot tub. The moment I floated into his arms he began kissing me hotly, his tongue moving with such force and command I felt myself going straight back to my happy place.
“I would’ve had her if you guys didn’t keep talking,” said Emerson.
“Hey, there’s no rule against talking,” Trey winked.
“You intentionally distracted her.”
“Oh, stop your bitching.”
Trey reset the timer as Dalton moved me fully into his lap. I was straddling him now, face to face, his hands on my hips. I was rubbing myself on one beautiful thigh, which he’d fully flexed beneath me, as we made out like teenagers.
“Hey,” growled Emerson. He tried peering through the bubbling waters to no avail. “There’d better not be any penetration going on down there.”
I pried my lips from Dalton’s just long enough to laugh and shake my head, then went back to kissing him.
“I mean it,” Emerson grunted. “If you fuck her, you lose.”
Rules were rules, apparently. Rather than argue, I sighed and threw my arms over my current lover’s shoulders, which enabled me to pull his head forward and kiss him properly. In the meantime, down below, I could feel something growing thickly against my thigh.
“You’re so big tonight,” I whispered into Dalton’s mouth.
“I’m big every night,” he grunted back.
He held me as I began grinding forward and back, the motion creating waves around us. Trey and Emerson were looking on so closely it made us both chuckle.
“I swear,” groaned Trey. “If you’re inside her…”
“Wanna reach down and check?” Dalton challenged.
“Ugh. You wish.”
“Then shut up and wait your turn. I’m trying to get our girl off, here.”
There it was again: our girl. The phrase was just two little words, but even in the ice-choked mountains, surrounded by snow, those words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
We’d been here for the better part of a week, and in that time I could swear I’d been laid more than in all the rest of my life combined. Right now I was riding the knife’s edge between being sensitive and sore. But the boys had given me yesterday ‘off’, for the most part anyway, although I’d done plenty of fun things to them.
Before that however, I’d gone totally and completely crazy on them.
The place they’d rented was a cozy central cabin with a roaring fireplace and four offshoot bedrooms, the doors of which were never closed. As a result I spent time in each bed, every night, and sometimes even more than once.
I loved teasing them. Telling them where and when the others fucked me. I loved describing to them how I snuck off in the middle of the night, got filled up, and how deliciously full I was. It made them hornier, but it also made them aggressive. It made them assert their dominance, knowing I’d been so recently taken. It made them fuck me harder, and faster, with a savage, competitive edge. Like they were trying to punish me or something.
And my God, I fucking loved it.
Tonight we’d taken snowmobiles down into town, for an incredibly yummy dinner. We walked the quaint little streets for a while, sipping a round of unicorn hot chocolates, laughing and joking and flinging brightly colored sprinkles and marshmallows at each other. As the sun set and they began to close protectively around me, it only made me feel more intimately connected with the three of them than ever before.
During the ride back I’d become hyper-aware of the true depths of my feelings, even as the vibrations of the snowmobile’s seat between my thighs brought on a whole new surge of sexual adrenaline. I loved these men so much it was borderline frightening. I should’ve felt wary of putting all my eggs in one basket, even if that basket was so big and strong and incredibly beautiful. And yet somehow, I wasn’t. Deep down, as foolish as it sounded, I somehow knew they would never hurt me. That they felt the same way I did, with all the same sentiments, and the same fears of the unknown.
And more important than anything else, the same overwhelming love for me, as well as each other.
“You’re fucking her, aren’t you?”
Trey’s statement floated me back to reality. I was gliding up and down harder than ever, along the full length of Dalton’s hard, throbbing shaft. It wasn’t inside me though, it was pinned against his leg. Trapped between my hungry, throbbing womanhood and the sculpted thigh I was using to get myself off.
“No…” Dalton protested, still guiding my hips. The faraway look in his eyes told a very different story, however. “I promise, I’m not.”
“You are, ” swore Emerson. “I can see it in your face!”
“Not technically, no,” Dalton went on. “Because the way she’s moving… and I’m not really—”
“AiiighhHHHH!”
I cried out as I collapsed against his chest, grinding and climaxing hard beneath the swirling, bubbling waters. My orgasm took me to another place, another time. A strange yet familiar universe of rushing pleasure that came in waves, crashing over me as my mind reeled, my heart soared, and my body went limp against his.
“Fuck,” Emerson grumbled when I was done. The sides of his mouth were curled in bitter defeat. “He did it.”
“I sure did,” Dalton grinned.
“This is bullshit,” Trey declared. “Complete bullshit.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t even get a turn!”
I sighed contentedly and twisted around so I could face them. Invisibly beneath the waters, I was still absently stroking Dalton’s giant member.
“He’s right you know,” I agreed dreamily. “He kinda got shafted.”
“Or you got shafted,” grunted Emerson. “But we’ll never know because either Dalton’s lying or you’re lying or—”
“Why don’t I declare all three of you winners, then?”
The game was simple: the boys were supposed to pass me around the hot tub for five minutes at a clip, doing whatever they wanted short of fucking me. Whoever made me come got to take me into the bedroom and have me any way they wanted… while the others had to wait and watch.
“Bullshit,” Emerson said again. “A win’s a win. I don’t need a participation trophy.”
I floated into his arms and kissed him.
“You think I’m a participation trophy?”
My hands slid beneath the waters, and found what I was looking for. He was as hard as Dalton, if not harder.
“No, but—”
“Then why not dry off and come with us?” I said, moving to whisper the last part in his ear. “I promise to make it really good for you…”
It was a dirty trick, especially with me stroking him up and down, but it worked nonetheless. After some more theatrical hesitation — probably just so I’d keep working on him with my hand — Emerson eventually acquiesced, much to Trey’s delight.
I watched as all three of my boyfriends simultaneously rose from the hot tub, water dripping from their chiseled bodies. They began toweling themselves off, heedless of being around each other so splendidly naked. Part of that came from long years of post-practice showers, of course. But the rest of that level of naked comfort came from sharing me.
“Well?”
I was still lounging beneath the waters, enjoying the view. The level had dropped considerably once they left, revealing my shoulders and cleavage, which were now steaming in the cold air.
“Go on,” I smiled at them. “Pick a bedroom and I’ll meet you boys in there.”
“Or we could just throw you over someone’s shoulder and bring you now,” offered Dalton.
I laughed merrily. “That’s not very patient. We have the whole night, remember?”
Shifting backward, I spread my legs. One jet in particular felt amazingly good, now positioned in a very strategic place.
“She wants to watch us leave,” Trey surmised. “Is that it?”
“A huge part of it,” I smiled. “Yes.”
“Well don’t keep us waiting too long.”
I watched them head inside, talking amongst themselves, my eyes locked on three pairs of beautiful glutes that were still wet and glistening. Even now, so many months later, I still couldn’t believe they were all mine.
Oh, you’d better believe it.
Dalton. Emerson. Trey. Three incredible men who loved me, and who I would do anything in the world for. And they’d do anything for me, no doubt. Going into our future together, we were as tight of a team as teams could be.
But first, we had all next semester to finish the house and just be with each other.
I lay back and let myself float, my nipples breaking the surface and stiffening instantly. Happy and weightless, staring up at the moon, I went about the task of counting my blessings.
But there were just too many of them to count.