10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Mac
“I’m keeping taffy in the house at all times.” I popped a piece of cotton candy saltwater taffy into my mouth and moaned. “It’s so good. It’s like chewy and sweet and—”
“And you’re on a sugar high.” Bardot rolled his eyes and handed me his tie. “I can’t get this on right.”
“I’ve got you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and instantly sobered. “How much time do we have?”
“Em just got out of the shower—”
“That’s enough time.” I threw the tie on the bed and tugged his coat off him.
“I just finished getting dressed.” He acted annoyed, but he was breathless as I unbuttoned his pants.
“And I will help you get dressed again.”
He smirked and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. “Em’s going to be so jealous.”
“Nah,” I said, pulling him into my arms. Chest to chest, he was a solid relief against me. “If she is, she won’t be for long.”
Bash moaned as I bit his shoulder. Maybe I did have a little sugar high, but it didn’t explain the blood coursing through my body as he melted against me. That was all him.
“I’m going to claim that ass of yours and then you’re going to claim our Pink,” I murmured into his ear. “The second she’s out of the shower, she’s all yours.”
I ran my hand down his back, and he arched into my touch. He liked to be in charge, but mostly when Em was around. When it was just the two of us, we’d slipped into a different dynamic where I could boss him around without him getting all grumbly.
“Get on the bed. All fours.”
A small groan rumbled through his chest, and I smiled. He turned to mush when I told him what to do, and I took advantage of every second I could.
I rubbed his ass, kneading his firm muscles with my fingers, knowing a spanking would push it too far. We didn’t have enough time to go through a full cycle of him then putting me in my place. Another time, though. I was already hard from holding him, but the thought of him taking me over was enough to make me come before we even started.
Lubing my finger up, I worked him open, which took zero effort. He accepted me willingly, and I chuckled. “Were you playing with the toys in the shower?”
“Why else would they be in there?” He tried to sound all grumbly and cranky, but I hooked my finger and stroked him and he buried his face in the bed, tilting his ass up higher to me.
“You want more than my finger, don’t you?”
He moaned, and I slid my finger out slowly.
“Only since you’ve been such a good boy,” I murmured.
“Michael.” He reached back, smacking my arm.
I knew he meant it as a warning, but he was a mess, ready for me to fill him.
He protested whenever I praised him, but I saw how his body responded, and I couldn’t help myself.
“What was that?” I lubed my cock up and sunk my knees into the bed, adjusting myself behind him. “What did my good boy say?”
He backed up, pressing his tight opening to the head of my cock, and I pushed inside him. My vision blurred as he tightened his muscles and pulled me as deep as I could go.
“Fuck, Bardot,” I ground out, grasping at him as he scooted back again.
I pounded into him, and he buried his face hard against the bed. His long, lean fingers clutched the comforter as he held fast against my relentless thrusts. I could only do this with him. Em liked it rough sometimes, but not the way we learned Bardot loved it.
He tightened, and I gripped his hips. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”
He muttered something that definitely wasn’t nice.
“I know,” I crooned. “But our girl needs you in a few minutes and if you come from this, who will take care of her?”
He relaxed a little, opening up more for me, and I drilled into him, impressed by the fact he didn’t actually come. He moaned, and I spilled into him, holding tight as he squeezed in rhythm with my final, shaky thrusts.
He drained me, I pulled out spent and so happy I almost didn’t care we were going to a charity event the night before the final game.
“Why am I always finding you two like this?” Em ran her hand along my back, and I shivered.
I cleaned myself off as I blatantly gawked at her. She was a vision in nothing but a plush white towel and curls.
“Want in?”
Her eyes lingered on me a second longer before she flicked her gaze to Bardot. “I’ll mess up my hair.”
“I’ll keep your hair safe.” I patted my lap. “Sit here and let Bardot take care of you.”
He groaned and scooted back on the bed. “I want to be inside you, Em.”
Fuck. I could go again after hearing that. I glanced at Em to see if she was just as affected. She let her towel fall to the ground, and I bit the inside of my cheek and thought of the least sexy thing that came to mind—that time Strelow’s mouth guard got swapped with mine.
“I’m all yours, Bash.”
I perched on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs like it was story time as I watched them. They were beautiful together. It was why I was so jealous of Bash in the beginning. If I wasn’t in the picture, they’d be the perfect couple. They’d known each other for pretty much their whole lives and had this bond I could never compete with. They just fit together.
It was hard not to feel a little left out sometimes, even with my front-row seat to what was going on.
Still, I couldn’t help enjoying what I saw.
Bardot spanked her and she yelped, shimmying her ass closer for him to strike her again. Which he did before flipping her onto her back. After being bossed around by me, that surly part of him needed to take out some playful aggression with her.
“Mac,” Em moaned, so aroused she could barely form the words. “Closer.”
She reached for me and I scooted over, cradling the back of her head so her hair didn’t get smashed against the bed.
“More,” she begged.
I ran my fingers through her hair, keeping the curls loose and free as Bash slipped his finger in.
She tilted her head back farther until she could see me. Her big blue eyes took my breath away as she focused on me. “Not just my hair,” she murmured. “All of you.”
My cock twitched, but was too spent to come to life. “I’m going to watch Bardot fuck you until you can barely walk. I’ll be right here. Okay, Pink?” I cupped her breast and pinched her nipple softly. She arched, pressing harder against my lap.
Even when she could hardly form a full sentence, she reached for me.
She clutched my leg, crying out as Bardot plunged into her. His eyes met mine, and he bit his lower lip. My cum was dripping down his leg as he thrust into our girl, and my heart inflated as I held onto her.
I had to stop getting in my head. She wanted me . He wanted me . They could have each other without the hassle of dealing with me, but I had won the lottery. They wanted me .
I rocked in rhythm with them as they chased their releases. Bash was feverish, ready to come the second Em reached her climax.
Em cried out Bash’s name and he groaned, spilling himself into her as she grasped both of us and rode out her orgasm.
The three of us held each other for a minute, catching our breaths as the relief we could only find in each other settled into our bones.
An alarm went off on my phone, completely ruining the moment.
I jumped up, scrambling to shut it off, and saw the time. “Shit. We need to hurry.”
Bardot threw us each a towel and scrubbed himself clean, grumbling under his breath. “Who the hell planned a charity event the day before the last match?”