11. NOVA

NOVA

Chapter eleven

My body is on fire. Both of these men worked together to make me come and the shock of how dangerously good it felt is still coursing through me in violent waves.

But does this make me a slut? A whore? I just started working here not more than twenty-four hours ago and I've already let two of the star wrestlers unravel me in ways I never imagined.

It feels forbidden and wrong. What if they think differently of me? What if they don't respect me because of this?

But when I look back at Hunter and Krew, both men standing just a few feet back to let me catch my breath, I don't see judgment and I don't see shame.

I see them looking at me the same way they do after they've won a match. Though I start to feel guilty for allowing so much fulfillment and pleasure from what just happened that it causes the defense mechanism of overthinking to take over.

But sex doesn't have to be some kind of sentimental thought-provoking experience. Some people are built with needs and fantasies. And it's okay to just enjoy those, regardless of what anyone might think. Besides, neither one of these men made me feel anything less than cherished. They made my body and soul feel safe. Giving yourself over to those needs and fantasies is a risk of displeasure and disappointment but they've given me the opposite and more.

That's the feeling that skates its way to the forefront and it's what I latch onto because it's what makes me feel the most alive.

Awakened.

I'm not a slut or maybe I am and I just don't care, but they're not looking at me like I am. There's nothing wrong with feeding your sexual desires, even if you didn't know you had them in you.

"You look so pretty when your pussy sings for us, little one." Hunter's soft tone is laced with adoration, complimenting me when I didn't think I could be complimented.

Growing up was hard. Especially when the changes in my body were starting to become noticeable.

On top of being made fun of for who my dad was, I was also bullied for "being fat". But I was well in my teens by that time, so I didn't let those negative comments get to me too much. And now, all of that negativity is being wiped away completely.

Being told I'm beautiful and pretty and seeing how badly I turn on these men ignites the fire for more inside of me. Though I never sought out their approval, having given it to myself because I'm proud of who I am. But I'd be lying if I said that having their attention and approval doesn't give me motivation and power.

And I want more from them.

My men.

Hunter wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while Krew removes his shorts entirely. My heart rate picks up again, nervous for what to expect next––not really knowing there will be a next.

His dick bobs as he walks over to me, and I can feel my stomach tighten with excitement. "What do you want now, sweetheart?" he asks me. Though I don't think he really needs to ask because I'd seriously let them do whatever they wanted to me right now.

"I want you…" I look at Krew, holding an orgasm-induced stare on him before sweeping my lust-filled eyes over to Hunter, who is still fully clothed. "Both."

His look turns from satisfaction to hunger as he yanks me into him and lifts me up, my legs naturally wrapping around his torso. I'm starting to love the feeling of being in his arms like this. How he can so easily lift me up and hold me like I'm his to cherish and hold.

The corded muscles in his arms and chest bulge as he grips me and presses us together tightly.

He squeezes me into the wall again and I can feel the head of his cock whispering against my pussy. He kisses me, his lips demanding to dance with mine and I let him take my mouth roughly. Just as our tongues find each other, he pushes me down onto his dick, his groan is guttural and low, and I gasp from how full he makes me.

There's pain, but only for a second. He's big, I can feel his length stretch me. I close my eyes as I try to adjust, pressing my hands down on his shoulders for purchase. He removes my back from the cold wall which makes me tighten my grip around his torso, still keeping my eyes closed as he thrusts slowly at first.

"You feel so good, Nova. You ready for one more?" Just as his last word escapes his mouth is a raspy breath, I feel body heat scoot in behind me so I open my eyes and look over my shoulder to see Hunter fitting himself beautifully against the wall, putting me dead in the middle of the both of them. My breath hitches as I feel his finger slide down my spine and between the valley of my ass where he presses his thumb into the tight hole there.

"It's going to hurt, Nova. But we know you can take us. Just focus on what feels good, okay?" Hunter's whispers bring me some relief as Krew continues to thrust slowly.

I know this is what I asked for but I can't help but feel the panic rise up from my stomach and into my throat, ready to push its way out in the form of a verbal red light. But I don't have time to make up my mind before I feel the tip of Hunter's dick push past the tightness slowly.

"Ow," I cry, leaning into Krew's neck.

Krew still holds me seamlessly to his chest while is dick is in my pussy. He stops his thrusting so that I can adjust to Hunter's size.

Hunter is gripping my hip with one hand as the other hangs on to my shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay baby. Relax and take it. You can do it." I listen to Krew's comfort as I try to relax to the feeling of having both holes so incredibly filled.

"God, it's tight, Nova. Just breathe so I can fit." Hunter removes his hand from my shoulder and runs it up and down my back in the most soothing way. Like he's telling me I can do this, like he cares about how it's going to feel for me. He's trying to calm me down and it's fucking working.

I close my eyes and relax, letting the tension leave my body when I exhale slowly and allow Hunter to push himself further.

"Wait!" I say leaning back and looking at Krew. "I'm not on birth control, and you're…" I look down between us. I feel Hunter slowly pushing forward and I feel the pressure start to rise.

"I can pull out if you want me to, Nova. Paint you with my seed instead. But imagine how fucking sexy you'd look pregnant with my child while we fuck you like this." Krew's words give me so many butterflies for reasons I can't explain. My cheeks hurt from how fevered they become and that's when I feel Hunter give one last thrust, his dick deep in my asshole.

I twitch from the invasion, a tear escaping my eye. It hurts and I want to tell him to stop, then Krew starts thrusting again and all I can feel is the pressure from both of them pushing into me and vibrating to my clit, creating a masterpiece of pain and pleasure.

"I-I don't want to get pregnant," I admit. But I don't tell them to stop because I realize that I might enjoy the thrill. Will he be able to pull out fast enough? I can tell that that's the same look in his eyes. Like it's a game he wants to play.

"Fuck, Krew. She's so tight back here. God if only she can see how beautifully she takes both of us."

I decide to stop talking and adjust to the feeling of both of these men fucking me. It's painful but I keep myself steady with my palms over Krew's shoulders while both men continue their bruising grips into my skin, fighting for purchase as they both thrust.

It hurts having Hunter back there, but I start to feel dizzy with so much pleasure when I feel his hand reach around my stomach and skate slowly down to my pussy. He presses his middle finger to my clit and they both pound into me in unison.

"Holy shit," I cry. Being held up by both men and being treated like a slut feels so fucking good right now.

"God, baby," Krew groans behind gritted teeth before he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

"Say that thing again, little one. What did you call me the other night?" Hunter mentions and I nearly freeze, wondering if Krew knew about that or not. Also feeling guilt for how he might feel if he didn't know. But he shows no hesitation as he looks me in the eye and waits for me to respond.

And I know exactly what Hunter is asking for.

"Daddy," I whisper in a lusty groan.

"I can't hear you," Hunter says as he speeds his thrusts.

I keep my eye contact lined with Krew's as my face heats.

"He didn't hear you, sweetheart. Say it again."

"Fuck, daddy." I feel the knot of need start to unravel in core and damn near ready to burst.

"That's right, baby. I'm your fucking daddy. The only one you need," Hunter grounds out in violent breaths.

"We'll treat you so fucking good, Nova. Make this pussy feel so fucking full," Krew adds and their praise and attention to my dying desire of just wanting to be appreciated sends me into a spiral of blurred vision and intense ecstasy.

"I'm gonna come!" I shout behind my moans and string of curse words.

"Look at the mirror, little one. Watch yourself come on our cocks. See how pretty you are while you sing for us." Hunter speeds up his assault on my clit while I do what he asks, finding the mirror that lines the wall on the other side of the room.

I focus my eyes on the mirror. It's not super close but I can see the tangled mess of sweat and sex that we are.

That's when I feel it. The pull of heat and hunger.

Dark.

Black.

Irises.

Zayd.

He's watching me as I get pulverized by two of his colleagues. I don't see much else of him as he's tucked away in the shadows. The door is open a sliver and while I can't see all of him, he can see all of me.

I don't know why he stands there. Part of me wants him to enter the room and join me. Join us.

But I get the feeling that he's not the type who liked to share his toys when he was a kid.

And that's fine, but if he wants to have a staring contest, game on.

I hold eye contact with Zayd while Hunter and Krew bring me to the edge. A cliff so deep that it feels almost painful falling off it but I throw myself over anyways and my face pinches and contorts, rendering me painfully aroused as I feel the waves crash over me.

"Such a good girl taking us like this, Nova." Hunter praises me while I ride out my orgasm. Both of them are doing their part to provide me with the most pleasure I can extract from them all while I look into my shadow's eyes.

It's intense and I feel the last wave crash its course and I close my eyes for a second to gain composure. But when I open them again, he's gone.

Hunter's groans come first as I feel his dick throb inside me, his release pummeling through him the way it did me.

Then Krew looks at me as he grips the base of his cock with one hand and I can tell he's on the cusp as well. "Want me to pull out, sweetheart? Or do you want me to pump you so full so you can feel how good the risk of carrying my child might feel?" He almost can't get out the words, he's so turned on and he's trying his hardest to prevent his own fall over the edge.

I look between his deep brown eyes and his cock and I don't have it in me to speak, I still can't fucking breathe from the orgasm that just shredded through me, legs still shaking as they hold me between them.

I see Krew's abs contract and his dick pulses against my walls and I feel the nerves wrack my body wondering what he's going to do. Then right as a deep groan rips through his throat, he pulls himself out and paints the inside of my thighs with his cum. Rope after silky rope, his release now drips all over my skin.

Hunter pulls himself out gently and I feel the immediate pain take over, feeling sore as Krew lowers me back down to my feet.

"You did so good," Krew coos as he brushes my hair behind my ear in a delicate caress. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips while Hunter does the same to the back of my shoulders.

Full. Wanted. Treasured.

That's how these two made me feel just now. That's how I've wanted to feel my whole life, and no one has been able to give that to me.

When I walk away from today, I might feel regret or shame later, but I refuse to let myself believe that I didn't deserve this.

***

After the boys help me get my clothes gathered–Krew giving me one of his clean shirts from his bag to replace my torn-to-piece blouse–I look at the clock on the wall and see that it's been an hour since I first walked into this room.

An hour.

Did anyone notice or question my absence?

What was I thinking? Is this the kind of person I've become?

"We can't do this again," I say out loud, letting my inner dialogue scratch its way to the surface without so much as a calm thought to subtle the guilt building inside of me.

It's not directed at one or the other, but to both. And I'm rendered shocked when Hunter's laugh reverberates through the silence.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask.

"He's laughing because you're funny, sweetheart. And crazy, if we're being honest," Krew answers as he gets his shoes on.

"I'm being serious. I could lose my job if anyone finds out what went on in here and I honestly can't afford to make this mistake again." I stand up after getting my own shoes on and look into the mirror to see that my hair is completely wrecked. I look around for my phone but don't see it anywhere.

"You look serious, but that's the problem. You see…" Hunter approaches me and I retreat, walking backwards until I'm stopped by a dumbbell placed on the floor. "Whether it's with us, or with him, you've been claimed, little one. And I'm sorry to break it to you, but as long as you're here, you're ours." He swipes his hand through his blonde waves.

"Looks like the whole good-guy act from yesterday has vanished. And you said you weren't a player." I roll my eyes at Hunter, he stops short from his path to me and I use this moment to search the surrounding area for my phone.

"There are no games being played here, Nova. We gave you what you wanted and now you have to give us what we want," Krew chimes in while he packs up his gym bag.

"And what might that be, Mr. Rivers?" I cross my arms at my chest, giving both of them a controlling glare hoping that whatever antics they're playing at will dissipate.

"And she's back to the formalities." Hunter rolls his eyes.

"You," Krew states. Plain and clear.

And I'd be lying if I said that didn't make my pussy throb…again. Because I want to keep this up. I really do. But I worked hard for this job and I can't lose it on day two because I decided to let my sexual desire drown me in the likes of these two.

"That's the thing, I don't belong to anyone and as much fun as this was, it can't happen again." I cluck my tongue and go back to looking for my phone, now convinced that one of them is holding it hostage as some kind of joke.

"Nova, I don't think you heard us." Hunter rubs at the back of his neck, almost as if he's concerned that I'm not accepting what they're saying.

Krew walks over to me until we're toe to toe. He reaches into the pocket of his gym bag and grabs my phone. That bastard. I go to take it from him but he grips it tightly as he holds it between us. He uses his other hand to tip my chin up toward him.

"You're ours. And if I get another moment alone with you, you better hope that you'll be ready for me. Because I'll have you begging so prettily for my cock, it'll make your pussy hurt. And I promise to give it to you just right, sweetheart. Because you fucking deserve it and you know you do." Krew lets go of my phone, backs away, grabs his bag and heads for the door without another word.

"See you around, little one." Hunter attempts to join him, but I stop him by grabbing gently onto his wrist. He turns to face me.

"Do you guys do this to all the women you see? It's like a game of kickball to you. Kicking the girl around to see who can score the goal first?" I spit out, not half as angry as I'm presenting myself, because like I said, I wanted this. But I also want them to explain themselves.

"Earlier, when you were coming on my tongue or on Krew's cock with both of us so deep inside you, did it feel like you were being kicked around? Or did it feel like teamwork? Because I'm pretty sure it looked like you were being appreciated by your teammates, baby. And I think that makes you the winner." Hunter leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek before following Krew out the door.

I'm frozen for a moment, thinking about what he'd just said and he's right. I do feel like a winner as cliché as that sounds.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down to see I've got two unread texts. The first one from nearly thirty minutes ago reads:

That's strike 2.

The text that just came through…

3.

What the fuck? It's from the same number as yesterday and I try to think of who this could be from.

I hit the call button and the phone goes straight to a generic voicemail. Typical.

It can't be Hunter or Krew can it? Maybe it's just another game they're playing next to the one they claim to not be playing.

Then my mind crosses to earlier…Zayden.

How he keeps watching me.

How he knows where to find me and seemingly hunts me for no fucking reason. But why in the world would he be texting me this cryptic bullshit?

And why does the thrill of this unknown turn me on?