Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
CHANCE
The meet was fucking bullshit. No one but me and Jett placed and he got third by a fraction of a second.
The relay team placed third as well, but again, by a fraction of a second.
Ari gave up some of the lead I fought so hard for, and Priest flamed out after his flip turn.
Jett did what he could to finish strong, but he had a lot of ground to cover.
Everyone is pissed, Priest taking jabs at me like I’m to blame for his shitty performance. If he weren’t my frat brother, I’d probably deck him for his attitude.
Do I even want to be in a frat anymore? Not really. More and more, I’m thinking about just fucking leaving and being done with the whole thing. I rushed for my dad, but I’m tired of doing what he wants me to do.
“It’s okay,” Jett says as we take our bus back to the hotel. “We just need to get some team cohesion.”
I scoff. “Not fucking likely.” Feeling petty, I raise my voice and say, “Some people don’t like to practice and get pissed when we lose.”
Priest narrows his eyes at me, but doesn’t say anything as he turns around and shoves his earbuds in.
Fuck him. Fuck all of them. Fuck this whole thing. If I didn’t love swimming so much, I’d fucking walk.
Jett bumps me, but smirks. “Chill. I have to swim with these fuckers next year.”
I roll my eyes, but he’s right. He’ll have to work extra hard to even be welcome without me, even though this is his third year.
These fucks with money love to ice people out if they’re poor.
It irritates the shit out of me, but all I can do is be a good person and call them on their shit when I hear anything.
Once we get back to the hotel, I bid Jett goodnight and hustle up to my room. The entire meet, I’ve been thinking about Warren and Thorne. Are they together? Are they having fun? Did they fuck?
My cock plumps as I think about them. Sure, I’d like nothing more than to be between them, but the visual of them together is hot as fuck.
Pushing into my room, I hurry to take a shower so I can call them.
Once I’m clean, I pull on a pair of shorts with no underwear and slide under the sheets. Phone in hand, I pull up our group chat and call them. If they’re not together, I can see both of their faces.
Warren answers and I see Thorne behind him, as if Warren is lying on his lap. I sigh and smile, all the weight of the shitty meet melting away as I stare at my guys. They both look good. I’ve only been gone for twenty-four hours, but I’ve missed them.
“Hey,” Warren says quietly, his eyes drooping as Thorne runs his fingers through his wavy red hair. “How was the meet?”
“Bullshit,” I grumble. “I got first in the 200-meter freestyle, but we placed third for the relay. I had a good lead and they fucking wasted it.”
Thorne raises an eyebrow. “Want me to kill them?” His tone is so dry I almost believe him.
Laughing, I shake my head. “Nah, not this time. Thanks though.”
He hums.
“What are you two up to?” I ask, lounging deeper into my pillow. “You been together all day?”
Warren nods. “I left after my final class and Thorne was here waiting for me.”
I grin, flicking my gaze up to Thorne. “Did you break in again?”
“Wouldn’t have to break in if he gave me a key,” he mutters.
Warren rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll give you a key. I don’t want the police to arrest you for breaking and entering.”
“Thanks, Firebird.” Thorne bends to kiss Warren on the forehead and something in me shifts. I want that to be me, but not in a jealous way. I want to be there with them. I want…all of this with them all the time, every day.
I want to come home from practice to find Thorne cooking dinner while Warren waits in our living room to massage my shoulder. I want to sit in front of Thorne’s fireplace while the flames crackle with Thorne’s mouth around my cock while I rim Warren until he cries.
Fuck, I want it all.
“What’s on your mind, Golden?” Thorne asks as if he can see the dirty thoughts etched across my forehead.
“Nothing.”
“Liar,” he fires back instantly. “You always get that look on your face when you’re horny.” Busted. “What are you thinking about?”
Cheeks flaming, I tell him where my thoughts just went. Warren gasps and Thorne grins wickedly. “Is that what you want, Golden?”
Swallowing roughly, I nod. “Ye-yeah. Yes. I…I want both of you. Even more so now after that disaster of a fucking meet.”
Thorne makes a noise in agreement. “Will it help to watch?”
I almost swallow my tongue. “You two? Right now?”
“You got your own room?”
“Yeah, we always do,” I say, needing what he suggesting. Needing it more than my next breath. “You’ll let me watch?”
“Yeah.” Thorne pulls Warren off his lap and plants a hard kiss on his lips. Warren kinda drops the phone so I can only see them from an angle, but it’s more than enough. My cock hardens as I sit up, holding my phone so tight it creaks.
Thorne grabs the phone as he breaks the kiss and he sets it up on the coffee table. “Good view, Golden?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice coming out low and fucked out already. “I want you to suck him off, then I want Warren to ride you.”
Thorne smiles at the camera before pushing Warren back on the couch. “Does this mean I can give you two orders when you get back?”
Warren’s back bows off the couch. “Fuck yes.”
I nod in agreement. Thorne calling the shots is so fucking hot. He’s always so commanding, so in control. I almost blow my load just listening to his voice.
“I’m going to hold you two to that.” Thorne pulls Warren’s shorts off and Warren’s long cock springs up, hard as steel. “You want my mouth on you, Firebird?” he asks, that low, lethal tone sending zings licking down my spine.
“Yes,” Warren gasps as Thorne wraps a large hand around his shaft. “Yes. Taste me.”
“Golden, take your cock out.” I hurry to obey his command, pushing sheets and blankets off as I shove my shorts under my cock. I prop my phone up so my hands are free and my body and hard shaft fill up the screen.
“Beautiful,” Warren says, staring at me as I palm my cock. “You look so fucking good when—holy fuck!” He bows off the couch again as Thorne swallows most of him down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard.
Precum leaks from my crown and I spread it over my length, cursing myself that I didn’t pull out lube, but refusing to stop watching long enough to grab it. Spit will have to do.
I watch with rapt attention as Thorne bobs up and down on Warren’s cock, taking more and more into his mouth until he’s gagging. Even still, there are a few inches of Warren’s cock that can’t fit.
God, how have I been able to take him so often? He’s massive.
“How does he feel?” I ask Warren, alternating between watching Thorne’s mouth and Warren’s lust filled expression.
Warren whimpers as he cards his fingers through Thorne’s hair, urging him on. “Amazing. So good. Thorne, I’ll come. Please.”
Instead of teasing him like he usually would, Thorne pops off Warren’s cock then slides up his body, kissing him deeply. His hands drag all over Warren’s skin, the contrast between Thorne’s tattoos and Warren’s creamy skin is so fucking hot that I have to grab the base of my cock so I don’t come.
“Fuck,” I gasp, willing my orgasm to recede so I can see Warren’s tight ass taking all of Thorne’s dick.
They break the kiss and Thorne looks at the phone with a dirty smile on his face. “You close, Golden?”
“Too fucking close,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Please fuck him, Thorne.”
“So fucking hot when you beg.”
But thankfully he doesn’t drag it out as he pulls Warren up and turns him to face the back of the couch. Thorne arranges him, then presses a hand on the small of Warren’s back. Since he’s facing the camera, his tight pucker is visible between his sexy ass cheeks.
“Spread him open, Thorne. Let me see that sexy hole.”
Thorne growls as he places both hands on Warren’s ass, pulling them apart. “I like bossy Chance. Fucking hot, Golden.”
My hand moves lazily on my shaft, even though I want nothing more than to beat my dick like it owes me money. But I can’t come until they do.
“Open him up,” I say, swallowing hard as saliva fills my mouth. I want to lick and taste him so bad. God, what I would give to be on my knees, rimming Warren and getting him open with my tongue.
Leaning closer, Thorne lets a dribble of spit slide from his mouth, and it lands on Warren’s hole.
“Fuck,” I drag out as Thorne thumbs over the liquid, wetting Warren’s rim before pushing his thumb inside. Warren whines and pushes his ass back, almost sucking the entire digit into his entrance. “Fuck, get in him Thorne. I can’t take much more.”
“You can hold out for me, Golden. Let me get him open, then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Thorne reaches out of frame, then comes back with his wallet. He pulls two packets from inside and I count my lucky fucking stars that he’s prepared and has supplies nearby.
He makes quick work of opening Warren, and my head is fucking spinning as I listen to Warren’s sexy moans and watch his hole gape more and more under Thorne’s coaxing. Warren’s skin flushes the more turned on he is and I wish I were there to see it in person.
Once Warren is taking three fingers like a champ, Thorne removes the digits and slaps Warren’s ass. Red blooms immediately and my mouth fucking waters to lick and kiss all over that handprint.
“Climb on, Firebird. Let Chance see what he’s missing.”
I lean my head against the pillow and pout for a second. “I swear I’m going to quit this fucking swim team,” I grumble.
Both Warren and Thorne laugh because they know I’m not serious. But fuck, if I miss this, being with them, I just might.
Thorne shimmies on the condom and slides more toward the middle of the couch. Warren tries to climb on so they’re face to face, but Thorne shakes his head. “No, I want you to watch Chance. We’ll both watch him like he’s watching us. Come on, Warren. Let’s give him a show.”
My release is so close to the fucking surface I have to let go of my cock and close my eyes for a few seconds so I don’t blow. Even then it’s a close thing.
When I’m calm, I open my eyes just in time to see Warren squatting over Thorne, taking inch after slow inch of Thorne inside him. My breath catches in my throat as I watch him sink down, his pucker stretching wide over Thorne’s shaft.
Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in my life. My cock throbs and twitches, begging for attention.
Gripping myself, I stroke at the same pace that Warren rides Thorne—slow and steady. He tosses his head back, the long column of his throat looking so fucking good. I want to mark him there, let everyone know that he’s mine.
“Oh god,” Warren breathes, turning so he makes eye contact with Thorne. “You’re so big.”
“Feel good, Firebird?” he asks, nipping at his mouth before pushing his tongue inside for a taste.
“So fucking good,” Warren says on a whimper as Thorne changes the angle of his hips, fucking up into him. “I want you deeper.”
Thorne hums. “Feet on the ground. Sit on me and I’ll go as deep as you want.”
Warren does what Thorne says and they readjust. When he slides his dick back into our sexy professor, Warren yelps, holding onto Thorne’s thighs.
The filthy way Thorne smiles makes my cock twitch and a dribble of nut leaks out. I grab my base, trying to stave off the rest. I need them to finish. I’m so on the edge, but I need them to blow before I do.
Though I might not hold out that long.
“That deep?” Thorne asks in that heated voice he uses when he’s turned on.
“Yes,” Warren whines as he holds on to Thorne. “Just like that.” Warren peels his eyes open and looks at me, arousal brimming his gaze. “I can’t wait until you come back, Chance,” he whispers as he bounces on Thorne’s cock. “Can’t wait to take you like this. Have you nice and deep inside me.”
Warren’s dirty talk does it for me and no matter how hard I try to hold back, my orgasm barrels out of my dick. Ribbons of spunk arc high in the air as I groan, milking myself to the sound of skin slapping and groans and moans filtering back to me.
When I’m drained dry, I turn toward the camera just in time to see Warren shout as he comes hands free, his nut spraying all over the space in front of him. Thorne isn’t far behind, wrapping his arms possessively around Warren as his movements stutter.
Heavy breathing fills the room as we all come down from our release. That was by far the hottest phone sex I’ve ever had in my life. Nothing I did with Felicity could compare to what the three of us just shared.
“I can’t wait to get back,” I whisper to them. Warren smiles as he leans back against Thorne, who nuzzles at his neck.
“Hurry,” Warren murmurs, a sated smile on his lips.
“I need to clean up,” I say glumly, though I don’t want to move. I want to keep looking at them, keep talking to them. But drying cum is the worst thing to wake up to.
We say our goodbyes, and I pad to the bathroom, taking another shower.
When I climb out and grab my phone, I find a text message waiting for me.
Or rather, a picture of Warren and Thorne. The accompanying text says, “We’ll take one together when you get back. Miss you.”
Of course, it’s from Warren—Thorne probably wouldn’t have told me he missed me so freely. But that’s okay. I miss him, even if he won’t say the words.
Smiling, I stare at the photo until I fall asleep.