Page 32 of Overtime Positions
Travis came up to her side, running a hand over her hip, and she licked her lips, glancing between the two of us. “Are you ready for that reward, Shade?” he asked, letting his fingers drift to the edge of her dress. “I watched you all night, hoping you’d spread these pretty thighs just enough for me to see if you had anything on underneath for me.”
I groaned, and she panted when my cock jumped against her stomach. “Are you ready for us?”
Frankie nodded, breath hitching, lips parting just enough for me to see that tiny tremble in her chin.
“But I have one rule.” She pushed me back with a hand on my chest, and I backed up, just enough for her to slide out between our bodies.
Sensually, she tossed her long hair over her shoulder and turned, slowly walking backward toward the locker room door.
“Name it.” Travis demanded, taking a step after her.
Slowly, she undid a button at her chest, revealing a peek of black lace hugging her lush tits. “I’m not getting fucked in a stinky locker room.” Her fingers dropped and pushed another button free, and the skin beneath her bra came into view. I nearly swallowed my tongue, and her words should have iced me out until she finished it up with, “That doesn’t mean I won’t let you get me off in one again before you take me to bed though.”
God damnit.
Her back hit the door, and she pushed it open, hooking her finger for us to follow her, and we both bolted. A girlish squeal slid from her lips when I got to her first, elbowing Travis out of the way and picking her up. The lush weight of her curves in my hands for the first time made my dick throb even more as she wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned in, so her tits were right in my face.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I said before kissing the swell of one in the opening of the fabric.
She giggled and moaned when I pushed my tongue under the lace cup of her bra. The sound made my blood go dark and hungry.
“Door’s locked.” Travis said from behind us as he followed me into the small room on the edge where team doctors could set up shop to tape up players before games. It was private and perfectly equipped with a large, sturdy, padded table.
The perfect place for the first course of the night.
Frankie shimmied out of my arms and pulled another button free, opening her dress to the feminine slope of her stomach as she backed up against the table. She wasn’t afraid or timid and I fucking loved that. I didn’t want someone whom I needed to coax or convince.
No, our girl was ready for us, eager for everything we’d give her.
“Are you sure?” I asked quietly, because I needed to hear it in her voice, not just see it in the wild, aroused flicker of her eyes.
She didn’t flinch or hesitate as she lifted herself up onto the table and slowly spread her thighs, showing the tiniest scrap of black lace covering her pussy. My mouth watered, but she held up her finger, stopping us before we could move. “I’m sure. But this—” She undid the last two buttons and opened her dress, revealing her entire sexy body to us. Travis groaned at my hip, and I licked my lips, hungry for more. “This is just a preview. You want more? Take me home. Treat me as more than heat and want tangled up with curiosity. You need to earn what’s under the surface.”
Travis stepped up to her, standing at the edge of her spread knees with a tight jaw. “We already are. We have been. But I won’t hold it against you that you haven’t seen it. We’ll just do it better.”
I nodded, “This isn’t about claiming your body, Frankie. It’s about letting you feel how wanted you are. Every inch of you with every inch of us.”
Her breath caught, and her spine arched as I stood between her legs. Running my hand up her calf slowly, reverently, as Travis kissed the side of her neck, pulling her dress and bra strap off her shoulder.
She gasped when my hands slid up the back of her knees. He groaned when she dug her nails into the back of his neck, pulling him in for more as he turned his head and kissed his way down the front of her chest.
Frankie was already trembling before he pushed the cup of her bra down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Watching him do it hit me with a physical rush of pleasure as her moansfilled the air, even though I wasn’t doing it myself. “Perfection,” He growled, letting it pop from his lips.
“Table’s sturdy,” I said, pressing my palm to the pad next to her thigh. “We’ll be gentle with it, but I can’t say the same for you.”
Travis chuckled, low and dark. “She doesn’t want gentle.”
“No,” She whispered. “I really don’t.” Reaching up, she pulled her bra down, tucking both cups under her full breasts, and I growled at the perfect image of sexual prowess she gave off, leaned back with her thighs spread, wearing a thigh-high pair of boots and longing. “I want to feel the high of adrenaline and testosterone touch my skin tonight, boys.”
Travis moved behind the table and pulled her back into his big chest, instantly running his fingers over her tits, playing with the offered toys and making her rock in his expert hold.
I couldn’t hold back anymore, not when she was offering herself to us, like a Goddess.
Dropping to my knees, her bright green eyes watched me from above before fluttering closed when Travis pulled on her nipples. I kissed the top of her thigh above her boots, soft and then firmer, covering every inch of exposed skin between her lace panties and the leather of her boots.
She writhed between us, rocking and clawing her nails into whatever she could reach. Her thighs shook and her hips rolled forward, desperate for friction, for me.
“You smell like sin,” I murmured, nuzzling my nose against the lace covering her core. Hooking my finger in the band, I pulled the fabric aside, revealing the most sensual sight I’d ever seen before. Frankie Blake, wet and pink, desperate for me and Travis, open and eager for whatever we’d give her. Dipping my tongue through her wetness, I shook with delight, “And you taste like a fucking promise.”
