Page 45 of Double Play

“Fuck yeah, she is. What a good slut,” I purr, continuing my movements as she soaks everything around us. Her muffled sobs of pleasure are like music to my ears. “Look at that gorgeous cunt crying for us.” I'm in awe of her beauty as euphoria overtakes her, giving everything I have while she rides out the most intense orgasm I've ever seen in my life. It's so mesmerizing that I don't even realize she's overstimulated until her feet start kicking against the mattress and she begins to squirm away.

I slowly pull my fingers from her, and she relaxes, her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath. She seems to be getting plenty of oxygen with every inhale, so I leave the gag where it is since I'm nowhere done with her, and she’s only going to get louder. Jackson told me not to stop after she came, and since I'm a sadistic son of a bitch, I’m absolutely on board with that plan.

She’s still completely inert as I crawl up her body, giving no warning before thrusting my hard, weeping cock into her soft pussy. Her eyes open wide, and she whines against the ball when I bottom out, clenching my teeth so I don’t come early with how tight and wet she is.

“Be my special girl, baby,” Jacks says, spitting into his hand before the sound of him stroking fills the air around us. “Give me one more.”

“Oh, you’ll get it,” I grit out. “She’s going to come so pretty for you.” Pulling back, I drive forward, feeding her every inch over and over as she trembles beneath me. Her big brown eyes burn into mine, and even though I’m taking her so roughly, my heart squeezes in my chest at the love behind them. She never questions the things we do—she just trusts that we’ll always take care of her and, even through pain, give her the most mind-bending pleasure.

“She’s getting close,” I tell him when her walls begin to close in around me, making black dance around the edges of my vision. “What do you want me to do?”

I continue pounding into her, the skin-on-skin friction of his fist passing over his cock getting louder and faster as the seconds tick by. Arden looks beautiful as she takes everything we’re giving, drool slipping from the sides of her mouth and slowly crawling down her cheeks. My balls are so fucking tight with the need to release, but I refuse to go before they do, so I need his words. “Jacks,” I bark, finally breaking the spell he’s under.

“Rub her clit,” he chokes out. “Make her fucking shatter for me.” I follow his instruction, snaking a hand between us and using my thumb to work her over. The hardened bud pulses under my touch and her thighs clamp against my hips, shaking uncontrollably as I fuck her in long, rough strokes. She’s so tight, her inner walls tug at the piercing under my head each time I retreat, and I honestly don’t know how I’ve lasted this long with the way she’s taking me like she was made just for this.For us.

“You can do it, Princess,” he rasps. “Let go for me. I want us to come together.”

She mumbles his name into the gag, her eyes rolling back as I hammer into her one last time, catapulting her into ecstasy. Her cunt pulses against my cock, and by some fucking miracle, I’m able to hold back as the waves wash over her, her sweet little body surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure before she finally floats back to reality. I vaguely hear the sound of Jackson groaning out his own orgasm, and I look up to see him slumping back against his pillow when he’s completely spent. I slow my hips just enough to reach around and undo the buckle on the gag, pulling it away as she darts her pink tongue out to wet her lips.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, lowering so my mouth is hovering over her ear. “But I still need to bust in this perfect pussy. And you’re going to lie there and accept every single drop.”

“Mhmm,” she moans quietly as I continue, moving slowly as electricity begins to spark to life in my core, dancing throughout my body until I feel like I’m being zapped all over. Even though I usually get off from fucking her roughly, I want a deeper connection right now. Maybe it’s the fact that Jacks is watching, trusting me to take care of her, and I don’t want to let him down. Or maybe it’s hitting me that I’ll go to any lengths necessary to make this thing work, even if it means stepping out of my own comfort zone to be what they need. Either way, I want them to see the ways they’ve changed me for the better. I’m no longer the closed-off, broken boy who couldn’t offer more than his body for a short time before running away. He’s gone, and in his place is a man who knows how to love and who’s excited for whatever tomorrow holds.

“Fuck,” I breathe, picking up speed as I pump in and out of her. “I’m going to fill this pretty pussy. So full, baby.So. Fucking. Full.” I punctuate each word with a deep stroke, finally exploding on the last one. Scorching hot satisfaction flows through my veins like lava, and I tremble uncontrollably while I unload. She moans, her mouth dropping open as short, sharp exhales leave her lungs in sync with the pulsing of my cock inside her. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and fusing my lips to hers in a kiss so passionate; it says more than I ever could, even with all the breakthroughs I’ve made. I love this woman with everything I have, and the gift she gives Jacks and me, day after day, simply by waking up as ours, is something I’ll never feel worthy of.

“I love you,” I say, the rush of my orgasm fading slowly as I press my chest to hers, feeling our hearts pound against one another wildly. She hums contentedly, her rich, chocolate-colored eyes fluttering open until they lock onto mine.

“I love you,” she whispers with a smile, turning to where Jackson is still propped up on the nightstand. I was so lost in Arden that I almost forgot he was here. “And I love you.”

“I love you more than anything,” he replies, a tired grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Always have.” His gaze slides over to me. “I know you’re a heathen and you’d leave her dripping all night, but she needs to be cleaned up.”

“Or I could clean myself,” she sasses. “The dick is good, but it’s not so amazing that I can’t properly function afterward.”

“Ouch,” I mumble. “Could’ve done without that, Hellcat.” Jacks barks a laugh as I kiss the tip of her nose, pushing off the bed and heading to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. He’s right. Iwouldleave her dripping—at least for a little while—because I love the thought of knowing I’ve marked her in that way. But I’m the only one here to take care of her, so I’ll do my best to give her everything she needs.

Returning to where she’s curled up with the phone in front of her, I carefully wipe away the remnants of our releases, listening in as they talk.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you still wear that old ass chain?” she asks, nodding at the gold rope that rests against his bare collarbone. “It’s not even the right number.”

He smirks, wrapping his fist around the charm like I’ve seen him do a million times. “You never asked.” He shrugs. “Andyes, it is the right number.”

“You were sixteen when I bought it a million years ago. Now you’re twenty-six. You obviously had to change jersey numbers, so why not get a new chain?”

I chuckle, because he didn’thave todo anything. His high school number was available when we were drafted. It was never an issue of being forced to pick a new one. He made that choice on his own.

“You’re right. I was number sixteen. And you were number ten.” I slide into bed beside her, looking over her shoulder at the screen while he waits for everything to click in her head. It takes a few beats, but she catches on, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she realizes the meaning behind his decision to not only wear the new number, but also why the necklace she gave him all those years ago has been with him through it all.

“You took me with you,” she whispers softly. “Sixteen plus ten. It’s us.”

“Clever girl,” he replies with a smile. “I had to put space between us because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. I’m sorry for that. But you were always with me, Princess. Right next to my heart the entire time.”

She sniffles, batting at the tears that fall down her cheek. I do my best to comfort her, wrapping her in my arms tightly while they look at each other like this, right here, is the only thing that matters. Like, no matter what happens, or where life takes us, the love we feel in this moment will stay right at the top of those memories that made us who we are.

We stay awake a while longer, him murmuring gentle affirmations as I run my fingers through her hair. Eventually, her breathing evens out, and her adorable snores fill the quiet room, telling us that she’s finally drifted off. I should hang up her phone, but it feels wrong to separate them, even if it’s only until the sun comes up. So, I don’t. I just close my eyes and fall asleep, hoping that whatever happens at the end of their parents’ trip, they’ll never have to spend another night hiding the way they feel from the world.

THIRTY-EIGHT

ARDEN

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