Page 51 of Filthy Ruck

Chapter Twenty-One

Chelsea

Stormbarely closed and locked the door behind us when Dallas pressed me against the wall and kissed me. His hands were up the front of my shirt, cupping my breasts, making my nipples hard. He groaned, his erection pressing into me.

His desperate need was contagious.

I gripped his firm ass, holding him closer. I needed him inside me. Right now. Too many layers of clothing lay between us.

We tugged at each other's shirts. Somehow pulled them off and tossed them aside.

I was vaguely aware of him unhooking my bra, before the cooler air hit my breasts, making my nipples harder still.

He pulled me away from the wall and turned me around.

I found my back pressed against Storm's chest, Storm's arms around me. Big hands caressed my breasts while Frost and Dallas worked off the rest of my clothes.

Storm held me in place against him while Dallas kicked off his jeans and boxers.

The second-rower gripped my ass, lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist.

Both guys supporting my weight, I leaned back and let Dallas slide his cock into me.

Storm supported my thighs in either hand, keeping them up and open, while his teammate fucked me hard.

At the same time, Frost slipped his hand between us to massage my clit with his fingers. “Now this is what I call teamwork.”

Storm snorted a laugh and kissed the side of my neck, teasing the sensitive skin there with his tongue.

I moaned softly, overwhelmed by the feeling of being touched by three men at the same time. Never for a moment did I think they might drop me. Their bodies were firm, strong and solid. With them, I felt safe. Cared for.

“Fuck,” Dallas whispered. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” I said, meaning all of them. Frost had the perfect rhythm to tap my piercing against my clit, driving me absolutely wild. “I'm so close.”

“Don't let her come too soon,” Storm warned.

Frost looked at me, then at him. He took his hand off my clit and moved it to the back of Storm's neck. He pulled him over for a heated kiss.

The sight made me moan again. The clash of tongues, teeth and stubble was one of the hottest things I'd seen in a long time. Maybe ever.

“Holy hell,” Dallas whispered. He was staring at them too, pausing while buried inside me.

“You want some too?” Storm asked, breaking off the kiss. “Frosty.”

“My pleasure.” Frost took a step or two over and pressed his mouth to Dallas’.

The second-rower seemed stunned for a moment before he started kissing him back, his tongue stroking over Frost's lower lip.

Storm nuzzled his face into me. “You like what you see?” His voice was deep and husky. His erection pressed against my ass cheek.

“Definitely.” I wanted to memorise every moment, sear it into my brain.

It was over too quickly, but then Frost caressed my clit again, pushing me back to the edge of oblivion. I couldn't have stopped myself from coming if I tried. I leaned back against Storm's body and came hard around Dallas' cock. A heartbeat or two later, he followed me, coming with a moan.

“Fuck yeah. So fucking…good.” He grunted and went still, spilling himself into me.

The warmth of his release flooded me, filling me.

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