We were a choir of pleasure. Not in perfect harmony, but incredible nonetheless. Bonded by a love of football, orgasms and each other. If I could wake up this way every morning, I'd be a happy woman.
One by one, we flopped down side-by-side, all of us glistening with sweat but smiling.
"Wow," Frost said, trying to catch his breath. "Storm, when you get an idea, you get an idea."
"His head is big enough," Dallas remarked. When we all turned to look at him, he shrugged. "Atlas wasn't here to say it, so I figured I would."
"Don't make me tell you to fuck off," Storm said.
"I think we already got the fucking covered," I said, stifling a yawn with my fist.
"There's always room for more," Storm said. "Dallas didn't seem to be complaining."
"I wasn't," Dallas agreed. "If it'll make you feel better, I agree, it was a good idea."
"That does make me feel better," Storm said. He sucked in a breath before exhaling slowly. "To be honest, I've been thinking about it for ages. Now seemed like the right time to do it. You know, spur of the moment and all that."
Frost patted his bicep. "If you get any more ideas like that, I'm here for it. In the meantime, I need a shower. Let's get Chelsea cleaned up."
"Let's get you cleaned up too," Storm said, his expression softening. "Unless you need another reminder, I just came in your ass."
Frost grinned. "As if I could forget." He rolled over to straddle Storm and kiss him. After a moment, Storm wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back.
"While they're busy," Dallas whispered. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him toward the ensuite bathroom.
"We know what you're doing, you know," Storm said before we slipped inside and turned on the shower.
"Nothing to feel guilty for," Dallas said before closing and locking the door. He grinned and backed me into the shower, underneath the hot spray. He grabbed the body wash and started to clean me up, starting from my face and working his way down. He made sure to thoroughly clean my pussy and ass before washing one foot then the other.
Rising back to his feet, he grabbed the shampoo and cleaned my hair, rinsed it and applied conditioner.
"I don't know much about women's hair care products, but I know you need to leave that in for a couple of minutes," he said with a cheeky look in his eyes.
"Whatever shall we do for those couple of minutes?" I teased.
"It's my turn to have good ideas," he said. He pressed me back against the shower wall and hooked his hand under my thigh. Gripping my leg around his hip, he positioned his cock and slid into me again.
I'd never met a man who got so hard again so fast. Sometimes, it was all I could do to keep up with him. This morning, I was ready for round two as well.
I held on to him and tilted my head back so the conditioner didn't dribble into my eyes. My back under the warm water, I rolled my hips to meet his hungry thrusts.
"I've been thinking," he said between strokes. "Is there a way to become surgically attached to you?"
I laughed. "No, and you wouldn't want that anyway. You'd get stir crazy pretty fast."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take," he said. "Sometimes I wish I met you sooner. I would have whisk you away somewhereprivate before anyone else could see you or touch you. It would have just been you and me all night every night and forever."
"You don't like having the other guys around?" I asked, enjoying the way his cock rubbed against my clit as he thrust.
"I do, but I like having you to myself too," he said. "But you might not have liked it if you were only with me. I would have liked to be your first though. Was he good to you?"
I swallowed hard. "Um, yes, he was. He was very thoughtful, considerate and gentle."
I hoped he wouldn't press for any more information than that. The topic arose a couple of times, so to speak, but I'd managed to dodge it so far.
"Anyone I know?" he asked. The water poured down his face. He blinked and shook his head as it fell into his eyes, droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
He was so gorgeous it almost hurt. So sweet, loyal and loving. So protective, so willing to do anything for me. If he'd proven anything, he'd proven that, even to the potential detriment of his sanity.
