Experiment #2 （21）

The three of them stepped off the elevator and made their way to the room. Amara opened the door with the key card, and as they all got inside, she kicked off her heels and threw her purse on the dresser. In seconds, she felt Ryan's hands sliding up the sides of her body as he grabbed her and pulled her close to him.

He leaned in and kissed her neck, moving his lips to her ear. "You can do whatever you want with him. Nothing is off-limits." He gripped the side of her neck firmly. "Just don't go falling in love with him. You're not his and he's not yours. You understand me?"

"Yes," she moaned. "You know I'm all yours, baby."

"Good girl."

He turned to Hayes, who was emptying his pockets onto the dresser. "Here. Why don't you get her outta that little black dress for us?"

Ryan shoved Amara in his direction, and Tyler put his hands up to stop her from stumbling into him.

"Why don't you fuckin' take it easy, Rook?" he said, moving his hands slowly around her waist and leaning into her face. "You OK?"

Amara fisted his hair with both hands and pulled. "Shut the fuck up and kiss me again." She immediately pushed her lips into his, her hands grabbing wildly at the buttons on his dress shirt and pulling them apart. Their tongues found each other again, and they kissed slowly, deeply, intently. Both could feel the other one smiling, relieved at finally being able to experience this long-awaited feeling. His hands crept to the hem of her dress, and he pulled it up over her ass as Ryan watched them make out.

"Jesus. Either of you gonna come up for air?"

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around Tyler's waist as she yanked his dress shirt over his shoulders and pushed it to the floor. He grabbed her ass and backed up until his knees hit the edge of the bed, falling backward and pulling her on top of him. He broke the kiss as his hands snaked up her sides, ripping the dress off over her head and leaving her straddling his lap in only her bra and thong.

"I want you to make such a fuckin' mess on my lap, babe." He grabbed her hips and steadied them against his, which he'd begun thrusting upwards.

"Tyler," she moaned. "Tyler. Fuck."

She felt Ryan unhook her bra from behind, pull it off, and cup her tits with both hands, pushing them together. "Is he a good kisser?" Ryan whispered into her ear.

"Yes. God yes."

"Better than me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

He snatched her off Tyler's lap and tossed her onto the bed, face up. He'd since removed his dress shirt and slid up next to her on the opposite side of Tyler, who'd rolled over and positioned himself next to her in the same way. Ignoring her boyfriend, her face immediately turned back to Tyler's, their tongues playing sloppily outside of their mouths.

Ryan hovered over them, slipped a hand in between their faces, and forced her toward him. She opened her mouth for Ryan but reached around the back of Tyler's head, inviting him to join their kiss.

She arched her back and let out a small squeak as she felt both boys' tongues inside her mouth, unable to tell whose was whose. Deciding to play a little, she pulled away from them, and to her surprise, they kept right on kissing each other.

"Oh my God," Amara moaned. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen." She stared, amazed, watching them slowly take each other's tongues into their mouths without even so much as a slight hesitation.

And they didn't stop.

She watched as Ryan brought a hand to the back of Tyler's head, with him doing the same, as they pulled each other in closer, deeper, like she wasn't even there. They kissed like it was something each of them needed.

Not wanted.

Needed.

They kept at it for awhile, tugging on each other's hair, as Amara swore she heard little moans escaping from one of them.

Ryan broke the kiss first. "You like watching us suck on each other's tongues, don't you?" he asked her, removing Tyler's hand from the back of his head and pushing it between Amara's legs.

"God yes. It's so...fucking hot, Ry," she whimpered, staring at Tyler's hand in her lap, beyond desperate for him to use it.

"You know, I don't believe you. Tell me if she likes it, Hayes," he ordered, pulling her thong down to the middle of her thighs. Tyler slowly pushed his middle finger inside her pussy, smiling at how wet she'd gotten for them.

"Oh yeah. She loves it, Rook. Like a fuckin' Slip and Slide down there."

"Guess we should keep going for her then, huh?" Ryan pressed his palm flush against Tyler's, pushing his own middle finger inside of Amara as he crashed his lips into his teammate's again.

She was tempted to close her eyes, but she couldn't stop watching them kiss as they finger-fucked her simultaneously. She wiggled her thong the rest of the way down her legs and kicked it off so she could spread her legs wider for them. "You two...fucking shit," she moaned, bucking her hips in an attempt to get both boys' fingers as deep inside her as they could go."I've never wanted anything...as bas as I want this."

Again, Ryan pulled away first, leaving Tyler with his mouth open and looking a little disappointed.

"Enough of this high school shit." Ryan leaned into Amara's ear. "I wanna see you ride his cock."

"Whatever you want, baby," she panted.

They both removed their fingers and Ryan pulled her up to sitting. He ran the finger that'd just been inside her over Tyler's lips, and he immediately opened his mouth to suck it. "She tastes good, doesn't she?" Ryan asked.

"Fuck yeah, she does."

Amara dropped to her knees in front of Ryan and worked to undo his pants as Tyler stood up and worked feverishly to undo his own. When she'd gotten Ryan's pants off, she crawled to Tyler. "Sit next to him," she instructed, which he did, their thighs touching.

"Wow," she said aloud, admiring both of their naked bodies, but focusing on Tyler. Though different from Ryan's nearly-perfect, flawless physique, he was incredibly sexy in his own right. He didn't have abs like Ryan, but he was slim and toned. His arms and chest were well-toned, and though he sported some body hair, she found it to be a turn-on. His thighs were small but solid, and most importantly, he had a huge dick. "You have a permit for that fucking cannon?" she joked, running a hand up each of their thighs.

"You're gonna take every inch of him," Ryan ordered. "And you're gonna take it like a good girl."

"Can I suck it for a little bit first, baby? It's so gorgeous, just begging to be sucked."

"If you want, but don't get him off. I need to watch you fuck him."

"Fuck, Rook. Who even are you?" Tyler asked, as Amara positioned herself in front of him, reached up, and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. He grabbed the sides of her head and stared her down as she took as much of his eight inches into her mouth as she could and jerked the rest. "That feels fuckin' amazing, babe."

"She sucks a good cock, huh?" Ryan asked. She looked over to see if he was watching her, but his eyes were dead focused on his teammate's face as she pleasured him.

"Too good," he moaned, closing his eyes, throwing his head back, and pulling her hair. "Mar, you gotta stop or…I'm gonna go."

"Stop," Ryan ordered, then turned to Tyler. "Lay on the bed so she can get on top of you." He motioned with one finger for Amara to get up, so she obeyed and stood in front of him. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her towards him. "I want you to make him cum hard. Harder than he's ever fucking cum before."

"That's not gonna be a fuckin' problem," Tyler said, as Amara crawled up his body and straddled his waist. "God, I've fuckin' wanted this forever." She positioned herself and slid down slowly onto him, both of them moaning loudly at the feeling they'd waited two months for. "Can you take it all?" he asked, gripping her hips. "Most girls can't."

"I'm not most girls," she said, sliding the rest of the way, taking all of him completely inside of her and beginning to grind her hips slowly back and forth. "Fuck, Ty. Your huge cock, omigod. I could…cum like this. You're gonna make me cum."

"Better than him?" he moaned, pushing and pulling her hips as she rode him slowly but steadily. "Do I fuck better than he does, babe?" He looked over at Ryan, who stood at the end of the bed jerking off slowly as he watched his girlfriend grind herself all over Tyler.

"No, he's pretty good. But I'm gonna…holy shit, I'm fucking…gonna cum, Ty!"

She let out a series of loud half-moans, half-whimpers as she came with his cock stuffed completely inside her.

"Well, that was quick," Ryan observed, speeding up his pace as he watched his girlfriend get off all over his teammate's cock.

"Get on top and fucking rail the shit outta her. She likes that after she cums."

"I bet she does." He flipped her over, removing himself from her temporarily as she spread her legs and he positioned himself on top of her. He leaned down to her ear. "Is it OK that we're not using anything?" he asked quietly.

"I don't care. Just fuck me," she panted, turning her head to the side of the bed where Ryan was standing. She reached over, taking his cock from his hand and guiding it into her mouth right as Tyler pushed himself inside her. She moaned loudly as he grabbed her tits with both hands and fucked her steady, hard, and fast while she sucked Ryan off in tandem with Tyler's rhythm.

"You look pretty with his cock in your mouth," he told her, his eyes fixated on Ryan, who grabbed the back of her head aggressively as he fucked her face.

Ryan was fixated on Tyler as well, and it wasn't long before the sight of his teammate fucking his girlfriend had him on the verge of exploding. "Tell me where to cum," he told him.

"Down her fuckin' throat."

He groaned, pushed himself in as far as he could, and held her head in place as he came, staring directly at Tyler through his entire orgasm.

Ryan pulled out and Tyler continued to fuck her. "You liked watching me swallow his load, didn't you?" she asked.

"A lot more than I thought I would. I'm gettin' so close, babe. Where do you want me to go?" he asked, nearly out of breath. Ryan had since sat down on the opposite side of the bed, no longer interested in what they were doing.

She reached up, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head down to hers. "Cum inside me, Ty. I wanna feel you."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Go ahead, baby. You feel so fucking good!" She whimpered, as she felt him release his load deep inside of her. He was so big and hard that she could feel every powerful spurt. She shoved her hips upward into his and lifted her lips to kiss him, forcing him to taste Ryan on her as he emptied himself inside her while moaning into her mouth.

He lay there motionless on top of her for a few moments before he started laughing.

"What's funny?" she asked, as he ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.

"That's such a load off my shoulders, babe."

"No pun intended."

"You have no clue how fuckin' much I wanted that to happen."

"I think I might have an idea," she said, running her fingertips up and down his back. He stayed for a few seconds before getting up and pulling out of her.

"Uh, let me go get a towel," he said, noticing the mess between her legs.

He got off the bed, grabbed his boxers, and pulled them on as he went to the bathroom. She sat up, and a box of tissues came flying at her and whacked her in the arm.

"What the…" She turned to look at Ryan, who was still sitting on the opposite end of the bed. "Thanks?"

"Did you just let him nut inside you?"

"Yeah, it just…"

"That's really fucking irresponsible. Clean yourself up, slut."

"Whoa, what?" He grabbed a pair of shorts, threw them on over his boxers, and pulled on a tank top. He slipped on his dress shoes and headed to the door, looking like a complete hobo.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk."

"No, you need to talk to me."

"Nothing to talk about."

"This was your idea!"

"Amara, I'm just going for a walk."

"Ryan, don't do this to me."

"Every-fucking-thing's not about you!" he yelled, as he stormed out of the hotel room.

Tyler came out of the bathroom and shook his head, handing her the towel. "Can't say I didn't see this coming. Where are your pajamas?" he asked, rooting through the contents of her suitcase until he found her a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

As he tossed them to her and she put them on, he noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. "Goddamn it. No. Don't you dare waste any more tears on him. All you fuckin' do is cry over him. Aren't you tired of feeling like this yet?"

"Apparently not," she said, wiping her face. "He's such an enigma."

"Yeah, that's one word to describe him. I have a few other choice words." He pulled back the covers and patted the bed. "Well, Osi hasn't texted me back yet, so come on." He held up the covers for her, and she crawled under them, feeling him slide behind and wrap an arm around her. "He wants to act like a piece of shit? Then fall asleep with me. We'll use the shit outta this bed. Fuck him."

She grabbed onto his hand, squeezed it, and closed her eyes, hoping that maybe she'd wake up and this would all just be some sort of fucked-up dream. "Do you feel any different?" she asked him quietly after a few minutes had passed.

"Huh? What?" He'd started to drift off to sleep, and her voice startled him.

"Do you feel any different? Now that we finally did it."

"I mean, my balls are about 10 pounds lighter. You're gonna have my DNA drippin' outta you for a month."

"That's…not what I meant, Ty. About me. Do you feel any different about me? Like, we did this and now you're gonna start ignoring my texts and avoiding me."

"Totally. In fact, who are you again?" He kissed the back of her head. "Don't be a fuckin' idiot, Mar. Nothing's changed. You ain't gonna get rid of me that easily, woman."

"I don't want to. You're…kinda my best friend, Ty."

"I know. And honestly, you're probably mine, too." He brushed her hair back from her face. "But can I say that I don't wanna do it again? Nope."

"Neither can I."