Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Chelsea

Storm barely closed and locked the door behind us when Dallas pressed me against the wall and kissed me. His hands were up the front of my shirt, cupping my breasts, making my nipples hard. He groaned, his erection pressing into me.

His desperate need was contagious.

I gripped his firm ass, holding him closer. I needed him inside me. Right now. Too many layers of clothing lay between us.

We tugged at each other's shirts. Somehow pulled them off and tossed them aside.

I was vaguely aware of him unhooking my bra, before the cooler air hit my breasts, making my nipples harder still.

He pulled me away from the wall and turned me around.

I found my back pressed against Storm's chest, Storm's arms around me. Big hands caressed my breasts while Frost and Dallas worked off the rest of my clothes.

Storm held me in place against him while Dallas kicked off his jeans and boxers.

The second-rower gripped my ass, lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist.

Both guys supporting my weight, I leaned back and let Dallas slide his cock into me.

Storm supported my thighs in either hand, keeping them up and open, while his teammate fucked me hard.

At the same time, Frost slipped his hand between us to massage my clit with his fingers. “Now this is what I call teamwork.”

Storm snorted a laugh and kissed the side of my neck, teasing the sensitive skin there with his tongue.

I moaned softly, overwhelmed by the feeling of being touched by three men at the same time. Never for a moment did I think they might drop me. Their bodies were firm, strong and solid. With them, I felt safe. Cared for.

“Fuck,” Dallas whispered. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” I said, meaning all of them. Frost had the perfect rhythm to tap my piercing against my clit, driving me absolutely wild. “I'm so close.”

“Don't let her come too soon,” Storm warned.

Frost looked at me, then at him. He took his hand off my clit and moved it to the back of Storm's neck. He pulled him over for a heated kiss.

The sight made me moan again. The clash of tongues, teeth and stubble was one of the hottest things I'd seen in a long time. Maybe ever.

“Holy hell,” Dallas whispered. He was staring at them too, pausing while buried inside me.

“You want some too?” Storm asked, breaking off the kiss. “Frosty.”

“My pleasure.” Frost took a step or two over and pressed his mouth to Dallas’.

The second-rower seemed stunned for a moment before he started kissing him back, his tongue stroking over Frost's lower lip.

Storm nuzzled his face into me. “You like what you see?” His voice was deep and husky. His erection pressed against my ass cheek.

“Definitely.” I wanted to memorise every moment, sear it into my brain.

It was over too quickly, but then Frost caressed my clit again, pushing me back to the edge of oblivion. I couldn't have stopped myself from coming if I tried. I leaned back against Storm's body and came hard around Dallas' cock. A heartbeat or two later, he followed me, coming with a moan.

“Fuck yeah. So fucking…good.” He grunted and went still, spilling himself into me.

The warmth of his release flooded me, filling me.

He exhaled a long breath and sagged forward. For a couple of minutes he stayed that way, eyes closed, cock still deep inside me. He didn't move, savouring the moment and our connection. No hurry to break it until he was ready. Even then, he stayed that way before exhaling again, this time a huff of reluctance.

“I could sleep inside you.” Slowly, he pulled out and he and Storm carefully lowered me to the floor.

My feet barely touched hardwood when Storm guided me over to the couch and bent me over the arm. I hadn't seen him shed his clothes, but he was naked now, his hands gripping my hips as he guided himself inside me.

“Frost, come and fuck her mouth,” he order.

“Hell yeah, happy to.” Frost gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my face so he could slide his cock between my lips.

I opened eagerly, teasing his head with the tip of my tongue and tasting the salt of his pre-cum.

“Mmm.” Frost tilted his head back and his hips forward, ready to thrust when I closed my mouth over him.

“That's it.” Storm drove in and out of me with even strokes, setting the pace for all of us. “Dallas, she feels even better with your cum inside her,” he ground out.

Dallas stood close by, watching, his cock half-hard and glistening with our combined release. By the expression on his face, he was also memorising this moment. Savouring the sight of me being fucked by two of his teammates. He was watching them too, his gaze taking in their hard bodies.

Beyond that, what went on behind his hazel eyes was hard to read. If he wanted to touch them himself, I couldn't tell.

It was possible he didn't know either. This situation was new for all of us. They had a lot to learn about each other and themselves. Whatever conclusions they came to, I was here for it. Learning and exploring made life worth living, in my opinion.

“What do you want, Chels?” Storm asked. He'd slowed his strokes, stopping each time he was seated all the way inside, taking a breath before pulling back out.

I drew my face back, letting Frost's cock pop out from between my lips. “I want to see you kiss again.”

I wanted more, a lot more, but for now, I wanted that. Anything else would happen when the time was right. When they were ready.

“Whatever the lady wants.” Storm took my arm just above my elbows and pulled out of me. He turned me around and sat me on the side of the couch, my legs wrapped around him, before pushing back in.

I hooked my ankles behind his waist, holding him close while he snaked an arm around Frost's neck and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. He thrust his tongue into Frost's mouth, in rhythm with his thrusts into me.

“So fucking hot,” I whispered. Between my release, Dallas’ cum and this, I was drenched. Slick with arousal. The smell of sex lingered in my nostrils, headier than any drug. If I could, I'd stop time and live in this night forever.

Eventually, and with reluctance, they pulled apart.

Storm slid his cock out of my pussy and guided me around to the other side of the couch. He lay back and lowered me down onto him, facing away from him. His hands hard enough to bruise, he gripped my arms and pulled my upper body back, opening me out wide.

Frost stood beside us. He palmed his cock a couple of times, stroking it slowly before pressing his throbbing flesh back between my lips.

At the same time, Dallas knelt beside the couch, and angled himself so his head was between my legs. He swiped his tongue up and down my pussy, teasing and tasting me.

Storm slowly thrust up into me, careful not to dislodge Dallas' mouth.

I dropped my gaze to watch Dallas. Every so often, the back of his tongue tapped Storm's cock. Both of them twitched each time, but neither made a move to pull away. If anything, they both seemed to add that to the list of moments to savour. To repeat later.

I thought being touched before by all three of them was hot, but this was something else. With one fucking my pussy, one fucking my mouth and another fucking me with his mouth, I was helpless to do anything but come again. And again.

Storm groaned and came hard under me, his thrusts still slow, but firmer.

“Chels, fucking hell woman…” he ground out. “Take…my cum.” He grunted, giving me all he had, flooding me again with pearly heat.

“That's so—” Whatever it was, Frost's words were cut off a moment later, when he also came, squirting salty, cum down my throat. He groaned long and low as I sucked harder, milking him for everything he had. Wanting to make his pleasure last as long as mine. Sucking and licking until he finally sagged beside me.

Smiling, satisfied for now, he slid his cock out from between my lips.

I locked my eyes on his and swallowed every delicious drop.

Storm was barely lifting me off his cock when Dallas pulled me to the edge of the couch and impaled me again on his cock.

“He's a machine,” Frost marvelled.

Dallas cut him a glance. “Can't get enough of her.” He drove in hard, over and over, as though he hadn't fucked me for days. As though if he did it hard enough, he might embed himself in me, and never leave.

With a guttural groan, he came again, filling me for a third time. He slumped over me, puffing and sweating slightly.

“We need to get her washed up,” Storm said.

“And ready for round two,” Frost said. “Or three, if Dallas is up to a third.”

“Fucking right I'll be ready.” Dallas helped me up and we walked to the bathroom, cum trickling down my thighs.