Page 18 of Twisted Ruck

"I'm not sure I can wait," Jay said. He stepped around behind me and unhooked my bra before Atlas tugged it down my arms and dropped it onto the floor with the rest of my clothes.

"You two are overdressed," I told them. I was standing in only my panties and they were still dressed.

"She has a point," Jay said. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and dragged them all the way down my legs. He waited until I stepped out of them before flicking them aside. He placed his hands on my ankles and ran them slowly back up my legs and over my ass.

"I don't know who has a harder ass, you or Atlas," he said. He straightened up to grab a handful of the other player's ass. He gave both a squeeze. "I think it's a tie."

"I think it's a tie between you and her too," Atlas said. "Let's call it a-three-way tie."

"It's about to be a three-way something," I said. Hell yeah, bring it on. "But you're still overdressed."

I turned to face them both and placed my hands on my hips. Eyebrows raised, I watched them, wanting, needing them both. Wanting and needing to see more of them.

They exchanged a glance before they turned to each other and started to help each other out of their clothes. Button down shirts, jeans and socks went flying. Everything until they were down to their boxer shorts. Both with erections on display under the silky fabric.

"That's better," I said approvingly. "I feel like I'm in a museum.”

"Because Atlas is so old?" Jay teased. He grinned at his boyfriend.

I assumed at this point that was the right word for them. Even if they hadn't discussed it yet, it seemed appropriate.

"Fuck off," Atlas said with a laugh. "I'm only a couple of months older than you."

"Old enough," Jay said smartly.

"Have I told you recently you suck?" Atlas teased.

"Only if you're lucky." Jay turned to me. "I'm sorry, we're like this a lot." He actually blushed.

"I think it's adorable," I said. The more I saw of them, the more apparent their adoration became. I was starting to adore them both too. How could I not?

"Why does it feel like a museum?" Atlas asked, apparently done waiting to find out that 'vital' fact.

"Because you both look like statues," I said. I looked them up and down appreciatively. They were all muscle, carefully chiseled away by a master carver. With scars here and there for good measure.

"You're right, Atlas does," Jay agreed. "So do you. But I don't think anyone could imagine, or carve, bodies as beautiful as either of yours." His hungry gaze took us both in like we were dessert.

"Or yours," Atlas said softly. He grabbed the front of Jay's boxers and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

The moment their lips met, my blood ignited. Watching and listening to them, seeing the connection between them, the way their bodies responded to each other. Hot didn't come close to describing it. This was so much more than physical.

Expressing their feelings for each other like this, it was emotional too. Like somehow they'd held back before now, but they were done with that. They were going to embrace what they had, nurture it.

I wouldn't take any credit for it, but I'd support them fully. The same way I supported Storm and Frost's exploration of each other. The way I'd support any of them, in any way they needed.

They finally came up for air and both reached for me, grabbing my hands and tugging me towards the bed. We all fell in a heap of arms and legs and skin. Laughing, the guys slipped out of their boxer shorts, letting their erections spring free, finally giving me a good look at their cocks.

Atlas' was slightly longer, but Jay's was thicker. Neither were pierced, but they were both as much works of art as the rest of their bodies were. Thick, engorged and already leaking pre-cum.

Jay lay on one side of me, his mouth descending on my breast, drawing my nipple between his lips and sucking softly.

Atlas lay on the other, lightly kissing my mouth before sliding his tongue between my lips and tasting my teeth and tongue.

I kissed him back, letting our tongues tangle, tasting the risotto he'd eaten for dinner. That and a hint of salt, maybe a little of the flavour from Jay's mouth. Either way, it was delicious and I wanted more.

Jay moved over to the other nipple, giving it the same careful treatment he'd given the first. Swirling his tongue around my sensitive peak, sending heat right between my legs.

I was already wet, but they were quickly making me drenched.

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