Page 135 of Necessary Roughness
Logan remained still while Knox began fucking me. I was shocked that he could remain hard, and wondered if he could feel the friction from Knox through my inner walls. The quarterback’s movements were slow and gentle, barely sliding out of me at all before pushing back in. The pressure was intense, but with every passing second I grew used to it.
And then it started feelingreallygood.
I let out a long sigh and ran my fingertips over Knox’s bare chest, across the bumps of his six-pack abs. “You look so sexy from this angle,” I said.
“You should see whatyoulook like,” Roman said. I hadn’t noticed him undress, but he was totally nude too, his dick clenched in his meaty fist while he watched the show.
I turned to face him. “You should get a closer look.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Roman climbed onto the bed and straddled me, filling my view. I opened my mouth for his cock, and he filled it with a grunt of pleasure.
Logan began moving underneath me, thrusting up into my ass. Just a little bit at a time to keep things going. It was a lot—trust me,a lot—but after a few intense seconds it morphed into a swirling, friction-filled pleasure.
Wedged between my three men was pure bliss. Logan nibbled on my ear and kissed the back of my neck. Roman craned his head back and moaned while fucking my mouth. Knox pounded my pussy with longer and longer strokes, each one more intense—and ecstasy-filled—than the last, pulling all the way back and thenslamminginto me.
I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. All three inside me.
It was a good thing Roman was filling my mouth, because it was the only way my cries of pleasure were muffled. My three men, my three football-playing boyfriends who loved me as much as I loved them, filled each of my three holes at the same time. Their noises of bliss turned me on as much as the physical act itself. The knowledge that I could satisfy all of them at the same time, like some erotic pincushion, was a tantalizing and shiver-inducing thought.
They didn’t take turns tonight. They didn’t switch positions or maneuver me around to fuck me in different ways. They kept fucking me just like this, double-penetrating my pussy and ass while my lips remained tight around Roman’s hard length, sucking on him like it was my only job.
With Logan’s fingers swirling around my clit, the power of my orgasm built in strength, rapidly pushing me toward the edge, like a steady touchdown drive. It was a nuclear bomb when I was finally pushed across the line into the end zone. The orgasm went on and on, driving the three of them faster until all of them were slamming their cocks into my three different holes with reckless abandon. I couldn’t tell which of them came first, but Knox’s roar almost sounded painful, and Logan wrapped an arm around my chest and clutched my body while his cock throbbed inside my ass, pulse after pulse of his seed filling me.Then Roman was holding my head in both of his hands like I was a football about to be hiked, pushing his cock as deep into my throat as I could handle without choking, as he blew his load. His cock trembled between my tight lips as he gushed rope after rope into my mouth, gazing down at me with hunger and love as he did so, and the look on his face in that moment was more intoxicating than all the wine we’d had at dinner.
“More wine?” Roman asked after we had all cleaned up and changed into comfortable clothes.
“More wine!” I agreed, skipping into the kitchen. “We have a chardonnay and a bottle of champagne leftover from the party, and a cheap bottle of red in the pantry.”
“Champagne,” Knox decided loudly. “I’m not done celebrating, yet.”
“I thought you’d be too exhausted,” I teased him while searching for wine glasses.
“From the draft party,” he asked, “or the sex?”
“All of the above.” I frowned. “We don’t have any clean wine glasses.”
Roman popped the cork on the champagne and quickly gulped down the foam that poured out of the bottle. “We don’t need glasses.”
“Gross, dude,” Logan said while turning on the TV. “I don’t want to put my lips where yours have been.”
He blinked, realizing what he’d said, and then we all erupted into laughter.
Roman handed him the bottle. “So this is fine?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.” Logan took a swig and passed it to me. “Should we discuss next semester?”
“You’re serious about getting your master’s?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah I’m serious. Now we just need to figure out where we’re going to live.”
Knox settled on the other side of me with the bottle of chardonnay held in both hands. “Tampa Bay is only forty-five minutes up the coast. An hour with traffic. We could buy a place in the middle. Maybe a nice house on the beach.”
“You’d have to commute up into the city for games, and practice, and everything else,” I pointed out. “You’re willing to do that?”
“If it means all of us sticking together? Yeah. As long as you don’t mind commuting twenty minutes to class.”
“Actually,” I said with a grin, “Idon’tmind. I just signed up for my fall classes, and all of them are on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off. Which means I only have to commute three times a week.”
