Page 48 of Twisted Ruck

"Nope." Storm tossed the lube back onto the table and pried Frost's butt cheeks apart before pushing a finger slowly into him. Gently and carefully.

He put it on that he was a big, bad asshole, but when it came down to it, he knew how to be loving, even sensitive. Nothing he'd ever admit to, of course but it was there for the three of us to see.

"How does that feel?" I asked Frost. I knew how it felt for me, but he might feel differently. Not everyone liked anal.

"It feels like heaven," Frost said. "Different, but nice. I want more." He said the last over his shoulder to Storm.

"Then I'll give you more," Storm told him. He pressed another finger inside Frost's ass.

Frost's eyes half-closed and the corners of his mouth tipped up in a smile. "Why didn't I do this sooner?"

"Because I wasn't ready for you," Storm told him.

Frost twisted around to raise his eyebrows at him and shake his head. "Of course, why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you need me to do the thinking for you," Storm teased.

"I'd tell you to fuck off, but that feels too good." Frost lay back down. "Is this where I have to beg you for your cock?"

"Definitely," Storm agreed. He slid his fingers in and out of Frost's well-lubricated hole."If you want more, you're going to have to plead your case."

Frost, who now gripped his own cock with his hand, made a face. "I don't think I have enough blood in the head on my shoulders to have a coherent conversation, much less give you three good reasons to fuck my ass."

"I wasn't asking for three," Storm told him. "I'll settle for one, but you better make it good."

"Because I want you to?" Frost suggested. "Because if you don't, I'll lose my mind? Because my ass is going to be nice and tight, since no one has ever fucked me there before?"

"That was three," Dallas pointed out.

Frost grinned. "It was, wasn't it? Go me." He glanced back at Storm. "How about it?"

Storm groaned. "You had me at no one has fucked you there before." He pulled out his fingers and positioned his cock in their place.

Frost tensed as though expecting it to hurt, but his eyes widened as Storm slowly, slowly pushed himself inside. At first, just his tip, but gradually more as Frost relaxed, taking him in. Letting him slide in deeper and deeper.

"Holy hell, you're fucking tight," Storm whispered.

"I don't want to do that, but it's hot to watch," Dallas said. He thrusted up into me harder and faster, but still unhurried.

"It definitely is," I said, rubbing my clit on him just a bit more, creating extra friction. It also opened up more possibilities of things we could do. Things we could explore later.

"I've decided you're right," Storm said to Frost. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"Because you both need me to think for you," Dallas said quickly.

Storm snorted. "You have a hard enough time thinking as it is. Can you think about anything other than fucking Chelsea?"

"Why would I want to?" Dallas asked. "What else is there in life? Fucking and football."

"He has a point." Frost had his eyes closed, stroking himself while Storm thrust in and out of his ass. "Kinda. I don't know if footy is as good as this. It might be time to think about retiring and spending my days like this."

"Of course my cock is that amazing you want to give up footy so I can fuck you with it," Storm said.

"That sounds about right," Frost said. "I can think of worse ways to spend the rest of my life."

"Me too," Dallas said softly. "Can we all call in sick today?"

"I wish we could," I said with a sigh. Even if we didn't have to keep an eye on King and Skinner, I hadn't been with the team for long enough to accumulate any sick leave. Not to mention, it wouldn't be a good look after only being there for a short time.

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