Page 171 of The Substitute
“I want you to come,” Savage says, chasing his mouth. He digs his fingers into my hip and starts to move.
Ecstasy explodes around me. I’m not even sure which way is up as we move together. I haven’t even come, and this is already the best orgasm of my life. We find a rhythm, and Tobi is done for. He constricts around our cocks and pushes me over the edge, too. I can’t move, locked in my release, but Savage doesn’t stop. He fucks us both through our orgasm.
FIFTY-ONE
SAVAGE
Iknow I’m fucking done for the second Ambrose touches my cock. He’s going to hate me for liking his hands on me, but I can’t help it. Between him and Tobi, I am a fucking goner. Our cocks sliding together makes sex somehow better and deeper. I’ve never been this connected to anyone in my life, but the three of us like this is opening a new world.
Tobi’s head falls to my chest, gasping as he comes all over my hand. He squeezes around us, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to die of pleasure. I look up at Ambrose and know he’s on the verge, so I keep moving, wanting to push him over the edge.
He locks eyes with me and loses it. He knows I made him come, and I know I made him come, but I don’t know if he’ll ever be able to admit it. He grabs my hand on his thigh and laces our fingers as I keep fucking both of them through their orgasms.
I barely stop myself from coming, wanting to experience them both before I do. Ambrose’s cum fills Tobi, working between us warm and even more wet. I can feel every pulse of his cock against mine, and I know there is nothing that will stop me from losing it.
I explode, knocked back by the intensity of it, gasping for breath as waves of orgasm hit me. Ambrose moves again,working his cock in and out of Tobi, adding to the stimulation, and it’s almost too much, but it’s so good. He’s doing exactly what I did for him and Tobi. He squeezes my hand and grins knowingly.
He just had to get me back.
But I do not give a single fuck in that moment because it’s too damn good. It feels like I come forever, filling Tobi as deep as possible while Ambrose fucks our cum deeper inside him.
Finally, we all collapse, fully exhausted. None of us move. Not to clean up, not to do a damn thing, too spent.
We must have dozed off because I wake some time later with Tobi sticky and draped over me, and Ambrose on his other side, but our hands are still joined over Tobi’s back. It shocks me, but I don’t disconnect them.
I have no fucking clue what any of this means, but I need more of it.
Days later, we still haven’t talked about it. Tonight, our teams play each other again, and we all know how that went last time, so I’m sure as fuck not going to bring it up until the game is over. The last thing we need is a repeat. Both our teams are on the verge of not making the Frozen Four, so we need all the wins we can get as we play the last few games of the season. This game could fuck up our already tumultuous relationship depending on who wins, but I don’t want to think about that either.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go?” Tobi is blissed out in bed after a good fuck while Ambrose and I get ready.
“No need to come and be bored. You can use the time to study or something so we can celebrate later.” Ambrose slings his bag over his shoulder.
I shove my feet into my dress shoes. “He’s right. Then we can fuck you again later without feeling bad.”
Tobi rolls his eyes. “I’m going to have to eat double the food to make up for all the workouts from your cocks!”
“Oh no, you’re going to be healthier. How awful that sounds.” Ambrose chuckles.
“Cum has some calories. You’re not getting nothing, baby.” I wink and open the door for Ambrose to walk out.
He kisses Tobi as he walks by. I blow Tobi a kiss and follow Ambrose to the elevator.
“Ready for this?”
“I get to hate you for the next couple of hours.” Ambrose shoots me a grin.
I can’t read his mood, which sucks because I’m usually really good at reading him. But since we fucked Tobi together, I haven’t been able to figure out what he’s thinking. I want badly to be able to talk about it, but this whole fucking thing feels too fragile.
I default to my usual playful asshole not even on purpose. “Worried I’m going to kick your ass?”
“Hardly. I’m going to score on you. You know that, right?”
My brow ticks up as we walk outside. “Do you mean you’re going to come for me? Because I know you don’t mean a goal.”
Ambrose’s eyes narrow. “I’ve already made you come, and now I’m going to score a goal on you too.”
I can’t exactly argue his point. He did make me come. “I never did thank you for that, baby.”
