Page 27 of Playing for the Dark

“Okay, we’ve hardly watched any film. Mi Amor,do you mind if we keep it on?”

“Probably from all the face-sucking you both were partaking in before I got here.” I smirk at Nash; he’s so fucking cute when he’s flustered. “You said it was last year’s Devils game, right?” He gives me a curt nod. “Hell yeah, I need to give Zamir here some pointers; I remember a lot of drops in that game.”

“Your Dad's probably already bitched at me for whatever you’re thinking about,” Zamir clips out.

“You watch our games?” Nash seems genuinely shocked that I would ever find a football game entertaining.

Answering him with a wide smile, I say, “Did you think I just pulled those stats about you out of my ass at the club? My dad and I are big football fans; that’s kind of our thing.”

“I figured you were just an obsessed fan at the time, but it’s all starting to make sense now.” Nash is lost in his thoughts and then adds in, “Do y’all want to come to the season opener? Hopefully, Z and I can get our shit together to play better against the Devils this year.”

Zamir chimes in, “We can get you both VIP tickets right above our sideline, or we could do box sea—”

I cut him off before he can even finish. “No box seats; that’s fucking extravagant. I feel like the ones on the sideline are, too, but my dad would have my head if I said no to those.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, watching the last time the Rebels played the Devils. I catch Zamir staring at Nash and me in what seems like awe, but I just turn my attention back to the screen.

We’re all the way to halftime now, and to my surprise, I’ve held off on criticizing Zamir for the most part, but the Rebels have never been a second-half team, so the worst is yet to come.

“Somebodies going to have to distract me during the second half, or I’m going to be on a rampage,” I say with a laugh. I don’t even have time to release a breath, and Nash is on me, pressing that mouth I’ve been daydreaming about onto mine, pushing me back into the corner of the oversized couch. Zamir is on the other side of me, and I look over, locking eyes with him. He raises his brows in question, and I pull my face away from Nash’s.

I run my hand down Nash’s bare stomach, down to his pulsing cock that’s still sadly covered by sweatpants. Still looking Zamir in the eyes, I say, “You gonna play with us, Stalker Boy?”

“We’re not done experimenting, Nash; just because there’s a cunt between us now doesn’t change anything.” He’s looking me straight in the eyes, probably to see if I’m going to flinch or cower away from him. I hate totell him, but he has another thing coming. I think he was referring to my actual cunt being between them, but a part of me wants him to be referring to me instead.Give me all the degrading.

I’m still running my hand up and down Nash’s length over this pants, putting my other hand out for Zamir. “Come on, don’t be shy, join in. You talk a big game, Z.” They both stop in their tracks.

“What’s up with the ‘Z’ shit tonight. You both know how to get me to my knees way too easily,” Zamir grunts out.

“I called him that earlier, and it brought out a feral animal,” Nash says, in between peppering kisses up my neck and down to the tops of my breasts that are exposed in my black cropped tank.

“What did he do?” I ask, knowing damn well what he did.

“He was about to break out some Crisco.”

I look a Zamir with a questioning look, and this fucker just shrugs his shoulders. “We were in a bind, and I wanted his first experience with ass play to be enjoyable, sue me.”

We’re all laughing now. “Crisco,” I barely manage to say while trying to catch my breath. “You’re never living that one down, Z.”

Zamir launches himself at me, swallowing any laughter I have left. Hovering his lips above mine, he mutters, “What did I warn you about,Shpirt Im?” Pushing meback into the couch, he smashes his lips to mine. Nash is still sitting on the other side of me. I feel him running his huge, calloused palm up my thigh through my leggings, and I part them on instinct.

“I’ve missed this greedy pussy,” Nash pants out. “Just how I like you. Can I?” he questions, and I raise my hips and hum out a “yes” as he finally takes my leggings off.

Zamir pulls away, his breath hitching when he looks down. “Qij.” He reaches out to my bare pussy, but stops himself. “This cunt was carved from the devil herself.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but go off,” I laugh, but it dies off when he runs his thumb through my slit. He dips into my wetness and back up, circling my clit a few times. Pulling his thumb back, he puts it in front of Nash. He doesn’t even hesitate. Nash takes his thumb into his mouth, sucking my juices, hollowing his cheeks out.

Z lets out a growl. “Keep that up, and I’ll fill that perfect mouth of yours with something else,” Z grits out and wraps his other hand around Nash’s neck. I’m laid back, enjoying this show.

I reach down, starting to rub my clit back and forth. It’s already swollen under my fingers. Zamir looks down at where my hand is rubbing away, saying, “When this pretty pussy is out on display”—the desire lacing his voice has me pausing in shock—“your pleasure is coming from one of us.” He pauses, watching my face for any hint of refusal or objection. “Do you understand,Shpirt Im?”

Chapter 20

Nash

Ellie nods her head at Zamir, eyebrows up to her hairline, not knowing what to think. Fuck, his mouth is hot with that deep timbering voice. I’m not going to survive this. The best sex I’ve ever had was with Ellie a couple of nights ago, but now add in Zamir… I’m about to combust just from the thought. I’m curious about what it will be like to see him like this. To see him let go, if that’s even possible for him. Is he going to sit back and let us take charge, or will he need the power? Will Ellie be able to give hers up?

“Where’d you go, Big Boy?” I hear Ellie, and I shake out of my head, focusing back on these two in front of me.

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