Page 57 of Faking the Play

Ryan sat down, stretching out his legs on either side of me so that his thick, weeping shaft pointed right at me.

“You’re gonna take all of it,” he said. “Suck on it like a good girl, and then you’re gonna swallow every last drop when I unload in your mouth.”

“Damn, Ryan,” Ethan griped from behind me. “Keep talking like that and no way will I last long enough to get her to come again.”

“She’ll come one more time,” Ryan said. “Won’t you, Lia?”

I nodded because it was the only thing I could do, but honestly, with the way my nerves thrummed with energy, I didn’t think it’d take long at all.

Ryan’s fingers curved around my shoulders, pulling me up onto shaky arms. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips despite what I’d just had in my mouth. His eyes met mine as he pulled back.

“I won’t let you fall.”

“I know.” I smiled at him. It was a tired smile, but a good one.

Then I bent my head and took him into my mouth, letting the weight of him slide over my tongue. I’d gone down on all three guys and even though there were similarities, they all had something unique that made me able to distinguish between them. I didn’t have any actual words for what those differences were, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were mine.

Ryan groaned as my nose brushed against his pubic bone. I held him there as long as I could before I had to pull back. Keeping my teeth away from the delicate flesh in my mouth, I raised my head. Just as I reached the tip of him, Ethan slid inside with one smooth stroke.

I moaned, my eyes closing for a moment as I fought to keep my hands beneath me. I knew that Ethan had more girth than Logan, but I hadn’t realized it would be enough to make a difference in how this felt. I was suddenly very glad that Ryan didn’t want to take a turn. One day, maybe, but right now this was all I could handle.

Then Ethan started moving and Ryan put gentle pressure on the back of my head and we were off again. My world became the up and down motion as I licked and sucked every inch of that beautiful bit of male perfection, tracing veins with the tip of my tongue, tasting the tang of his precum. And my world becamethe stretch and sting of Ethan’s equally beautiful cock moving in and out of my ass. His way was slicked by Logan’s cum, but there was still a burn from the friction of his movements, stoking to life again the fire that had banked a bit while we’d been situating ourselves.

The guys seemed as much on edge as I was, because it didn’t take long for Ethan to start muttering curses, his hips jerking against me. Ryan’s fingers curled in my hair, tugging and twisting until electric jolts raced through my scalp and down my nerves to join the bundle twisting into something explosive.

“Get ready,” Ryan warned.

“Let’s get her there first.”

I heard Logan but didn’t realize what he was doing until I felt a hot mouth on my nipple. Mouth, tongue, and then teeth. The moment he bit down, it was over. I screamed around Ryan’s cock, my muscles tensing, squeezing Ethan and tipping him over the edge. Even as I felt him pull out, cum splattering on my ass and back, Ryan came with a guttural sound that managed to make everything that much hotter. He spilled into my mouth and I automatically did what he’d told me to do. Even though I couldn’t think clearly, I swallowed every drop, continuing to lick at his softening shaft until he pulled me off of him.

I was already halfway asleep by the time the guys came back with warm washcloths and started cleaning me off. I did manage one more thing before I gave in to the darkness.

“That was fucking fantastic.”

Chapter thirty-one

Logan

The trip back to CSU was louder than usual, and while I enjoyed celebrating with my teammates after our two massive victories on the road, I breathed a sigh of relief when the bus pulled into the stadium parking lot. All I wanted was the relative peace and quiet of home with my two friends and our girl. It had been too long since we’d gotten to do more than just text her, and even those had been infrequent over the three days we were gone.

As much as I loved this game, I couldn’t deny that a part of me looked forward to the end of the season when we’d finally get a real break and could spend more time with Amelia. A little voice in the back of my head whispered the question that I’d been ignoring for weeks.

What would we do if the three of us signed to separate NFL teams?

It had always been likely. Maybe two of us could go to the same team, but all three? The odds of that happening were slim, and we’d accepted that. It would suck being separated from my friends and teammates, but it wouldn’t have broken anythingbetween us. Now, though, every time someone mentioned playing professionally, I couldn’t help wondering if Amelia would have to make a choice.

And that could break us.

Pushing those negative thoughts out of my mind, I focused on how good it was going to be to see her again.

“You guys coming to the party?” Darak asked. “Or do you all have plans with a certain brunette?”

The humorous glint in his eyes suggested he knew what Ethan, Ryan, and I had been doing, but he didn’t say anything crude or inappropriate, which made me think he didn’t care. I had to admit, I liked knowing that not everyone would freak out if they found out about the four of us being in a relationship.

Sex was one thing. It’d ruin Amelia’s reputation, but not ours. Wrong, yes, but unfortunately true. More than sex, however, and people started to get weird, especially when it came to athletes, and football was probably the worst when it came to the whole macho men bullshit.

“I think we’ve seen enough of your ugly faces for a while,” Ethan said with a grin. “Try not to miss us too bad, all right, Wolverton?”

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