Page 15 of Hard Ruck
“Your cock is so big,” Green Eyes marvelled. With his other hand, he massaged Grey Eyes’ balls, all of his attention on the other man.
Hazel Eyes slowed his thrusts, taking his time to move inside me, even as his groans quickly grew to match mine. His cock was so thick he hit me all the way inside, driving me right back to the edge of oblivion.
Storm was the first to pull off his mask, dropping it aside right before he came in Frost’s hand.
Frost was the second, removing his red mask with one hand before raising the other to his lips and licking Storm’s cum from his skin.
The sight made me come for a third time, harder than the first two, stars in my eyes as I shattered around Dallas’ cock.
With a low, guttural growl, Dallas came deep inside me, not taking off his own mask until he was done.
Finally, he lay down carefully, keeping himself inside me, but wrapped around me at the same time. He exhaled a satisfied sigh. Satisfied for now. If he could keep his cock inside my pussy for the rest of our lives, he would. That might be the only thing he’d give up football for.
To be honest, if it was possible, I’d be tempted to give up medicine for this. His cock was perfect right there inside me.
“That was fucking amazing,” Frost said. He lay down on the other side of Storm, propped up on one elbow.
“Everything I imagined,” Storm whispered. “But we need to talk about Atlas.”
Chapter Seven
Frost
“Itoldyou if Atlas saw her, he’d be into her,” I whispered. I lay on the bed beside Storm, legs stretched out the full length of the mattress.
Dallas and Chelsea lay on the other side of Storm. Right now, they were fast asleep, both snoring lightly. He’d already fucked her twice more, but his cock was still inside her. If he wasn’t careful, it would look like a prune from all the moisture.
Storm glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were still asleep, before turning back and pressing his lips together. “Yeah, but it’s too late now. If she wants him, we’ll have to deal.”
I matched his expression. I suggested we try to get her as far away from the Smashers as possible. Between us, we hadn’t managed to come to any conclusions that didn’t involve pissing her off. And now, Atlas knew she existed.
I admit to being conflicted. Did I want to share her with more guys? Not really. But I wanted her to be happy, and if Atlas was here, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.
Personally, I suspected he and Jay had a thing going on, but they kept it from everyone else. Probably from themselves too. That hinted at a world of interesting possibilities. If thatwas what everyone wanted, I’d be crazy if I wasn’t here for it, wouldn’t I?
And yet, it wasn’t that simple. Not by any means.
“How?” I asked. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Atlas has never been too fond of either of us. We can’t just walk up and say ‘Hey, welcome to the family. Let’s get matching jackets that sayChelsea’s boyfriends squad.Or matching tattoos.’”
Storm snorted. “Fuck no. We should have our names tattooed on her. Right on her ass, so I can see it when I spank her.”
“I have a better idea,” I said. I cleared my throat before affecting a grand tone. “She can getProperty of Daniel Frosttattooed on the inside of her thigh. Right where you can all see it when you spread her legs.”
“AndProperty of Storm Kelleron the other side,” he said. He placed the pad of his thumb on the side of my face and traced a line down to the corner of my mouth. “And the same thing on you.”
My heart thumped a couple of times. “You think so?”
“I know so.” He pressed his thumb between my lips, letting me taste the salt on his skin. When I opened my mouth a little wider, he pushed it inside before I clamped my lips around and started to suck.
His eyes darkened. I knew we were both thinking the same thing. Pretending his thumb was his cock.
I slipped my mouth off him. “Storm…”
“Yeah?” Of course he wouldn’t make this easy. The word probably wasn’t in his vocabulary.
“I feel… Things,” I said. “Like I do for Chelsea.”
“I feel things too,” he whispered.
