47. Lee

CHAPTER 47

LEE

Lee fell back on the bed under the insistent push of Mac's hand. A tap on his left knee had him scooting up more; a nudge to his inner thigh had him spreading. Mac knelt between Lee's legs, his fingertips trailing lines along the sensitive flesh, like lines of fire igniting his passion.

Drew lay alongside him, kissing him before laying a line of pecks down his throat to pay homage to his nipples. The scrape of teeth and burn of stubble had his pulse roaring. Lee's cock was so hard, he worried that a single touch might have him spilling prematurely.

He gritted his teeth the moment Mac wrapped a hand around his dick. "Not yet, Lee. You wait until I'm balls-deep inside you, you hear me?"

Lee nodded quickly, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet below him, determined to hold on, to hold back like Mac wanted. But it was fucking hard with Drew's wicked tongue tracing some imaginary line down his abs before licking up the length of his cock and dipping into the slit. Drew's fiendishly talented hand and mouth took over, allowing Mac to slick his shaft while pressing two lubed fingers inside Lee's hole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his dick twitching in Drew's mouth, his ass feeling full with the addition of a third digit, but he really wanted to be filled with Mac's cock. "Fuck me already, damn it."

Mac's laughter was contagious, and Lee laughed roughly along with him until he replaced those fingers with his much thicker, longer, breath-stealing shaft.

"Oh… fuck… yeah." Lee tilted his ass up, sheathing Mac inside himself quicker than he ever had before. He'd become a slut for Mac's cock for the last month, and they all knew it. Then Mac gave him what he wanted. Hard, fast, pounding. So wound up that the moment Drew put his mouth on him, he blew apart. Drew hollowed his cheeks and sucked, swallowing around his pulsing length.

Lee collapsed as Mac continued to slide slowly in and out of him. Drew laid down beside Lee and shoved two slicked fingers into his own ass. Mac grabbed a wipe, pulled out of Lee, gave his cock a fast swipe, and then thrust deep into Drew, all before Lee had recovered from his orgasmic high.

Lee watched Drew jerk his dick as Mac pushed his legs up, curling him into a ball with his ass in the air. Mac drilled into Drew, spouting those lovely filthy words, the both of them losing themselves to the brutal lovemaking they both craved. Years of pent-up want found release in a torrent spew of "Love you's," a feral "You're mine" and an equally fervent, "Yours."

Lee ignored the twinge in his shoulder as he rolled over and returned the favor of taking Drew's cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked, swirled his tongue across every inch, took the base in his hand, and stroked Drew's prick in time with Mac's rhythmic thrusts. With his other arm, he circled Mac's body, connecting the three of them together.

Furthering the connection, Drew palmed Lee's nape while Mac put a hand on his upper back. Lee popped off long enough to tell Drew, "Come for us. " The moment his lips touched Drew's cockhead again, he came in a rush of shuddering surrender. Lee nursed him through the orgasm, prolonging it as best he could while Mac pounded him into the mattress, shouting as he came.

Mac folded in half, bracing himself on his good arm. "Fucking hell, I love you guys. Holy… Wow."

Lee snickered, then gave Drew's prick a kiss before turning Mac's head and kissing him. Mac drove his tongue into Lee's mouth as if searching for another bit of their boyfriend… Partner? Lover?

Eh… Labels didn't matter. Only their love for each other did.

And it did.

It would be what kept them going through the week of Lee rehabbing his hip and shoulder, what kept them together as they dealt with Troy's trial, and what kept them sane when they were separated by hundreds of miles because of his away games.

The season passed in a blur. Sunday games, Monday games, practice, travel, sometimes barely seeing each other if Lee had back-to-back away games. His stats soared, reporters and podcasters vied for his time, but dinner at The Other Diner or cooking at home followed by making love with his men… he always made time for Drew and Mac. How could he not…

The temperatures outside might be hotter than Hades, but in his bed, between his sheets, he had the love of the hottest men at his fingertips. He'd once thought that playing football professionally was his dream come true, but with Mac and Drew by his side, he finally saw the future he wanted forever.