Page 78 of Every Move You Make

“Yeah? You like that idea of me fucking him?”

“Yes… Yes sir.” Suddenly my entire body halts, and I have to focus on not coming. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, darlin’. Just… Please don’t call me that if you want me to keep it gentle and slow.”

She catches my meaning and giggles, “Oh.”

“Oh is right,” I say, wrapping an arm around her and pressing my fingertips against that budding juncture of her legs. She lets out a breathy gasp. “You can thrust yourself against me here,” I offer, flattening my finger for her to rock against with the help of the yoga ball. She gives me a surprised littleohwhen she realizes it won’t take much work for her to ride my finger.

My eyes roll back in my brain when I resume my pumping, and I realize with every thrust against my finger that presses into the yoga ball, she’s clenching and pulling my cock along with her. “Yeeeeeees, princess. Oh fuck, that’s good.”

Isaiah grunts. “Be a good girl and take his dick.”

My forehead finds her shoulder. “Yeah,” I grunt back. “What he said.”

Hooking my finger suddenly creates a perfect little scoop for her clit to grind into, and again her tight pussy constricts as she screams. I love that she doesn’t shy away from letting me know just how much pleasure I’m giving her.

There’s a chorus of curses andoh godsthrown everywhere and I can no longer hold back either. “Fucking come, Zay!” I bellow. “Come with us!”

“Yes!” he grits out. At the same time, Robyn milks my cock for all it’s worth and my balls try to climb up inside my body, only to release and drop moments later.

With a blurry mind, I push the ball away and lay her back down, kissing her languid lips and pliant body. “So good for me,” I whisper. “Don’t move, princess.” And without thinking more of it, I crawl over to Isaiah who is sitting limply on the weight bench, his head rolled back and eyes closed. Without warning, I grab his gorgeous, spent cock and lick him clean. His answering gasp alerts me to hisspectacularly surprised eyes, and I revel in him watching me lick every drop of cum off his body.

“It feels good to listen to me, doesn’t it?” I grin.

All he can do is nod, pupils blown wide.

“Come on, you two.” I lean down to pick up Robyn in a bridal carry. “We’re taking a shower.”

“I’m two hundred pounds, Dell,” she lazily giggles, but wraps her arms around my neck. “Put me down!”

“Don’t insult me like that.” And just to prove my point, I let go of her back and carry her with just one arm under her legs, the other grabbing Isaiah’s hand to drag him along.

“I forgot there was a shower here,” he says as we walk into the small bathroom behind my office. It’s just big enough for a sink and a couple stalls, but beyond the tile wall is a shower big enough for the three of us.

After discarding my condom, I turn on the water and let it warm up. Robyn relieves herself and then joins us in the warm spray. There are no washcloths or loofahs here, so my hands will have to make do for now.

“How do you feel?” I ask her while pumping the mint-scented body wash from the wall dispenser into my hand. As it lathers in my palms, she rests her body against Isaiah’s and allows me to cover her body in suds and massage her tight muscles.

A contented sigh escapes. “Wonderful.”

“And you, Isaiah?”

One of his hands finds mine while skimming her back and he stops it—squeezes it. “I feel amazing and awful,” he says slowly. “Thank you.”

My brows furrow. “Why do you feel awful?”

“Because I’ve been a coward. You were right,” he says, nestling Robyn into his chest further. “I made myself and her miserable. And there’s still no way out of this.”

“Well,” I sigh, rubbing body wash into his shoulders, my own body pressing Robyn between us. “You two have a littlebreak between now and your next game, right?”

“Yeah,” they say.

“I leave Wednesday for my week-long girls’ trip to the Outer Banks.”

“And I leave Thursday for my grandma’s surprise birthday weekend back home in Kentucky,” I say. My next words itch to come out as the idea of the three of us becoming more takes root. Couldn’t we? I’ve never considered polyamory before, but the longer I think about it, the more it makes sense for us. “Why don’t we take this time to think about us and if we could work as a throuple.”

A brush of surprise paints their faces as my statement is thrown out into the wild—into real life.

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