Faking the Play (Hot Mess Harems #2)

38. Amelia

Chapter thirty-eight

Amelia

T he game was a fantastic one, and we came out of it with a win, guaranteeing that the party the team was throwing would be one to remember, but there were four of us who wouldn’t be going to that party. Instead, my guys and I were going back to their place to have our own private celebration.

After we all showered. At least, I told them that was why I needed to stop at my room for a few minutes. I did shower, but the main reason I didn’t go straight to their place was the surprise I put on under my comfy sweats. I’d bought it while they were at those away games and I’d shoved it back into my dresser after things had gone to hell. Now, I was glad I hadn’t gotten rid of it.

Using the new key Logan had slipped into my pocket—they’d changed the locks after Megan told them about Jason having a key—I entered the apartment to find Logan on the couch and Ethan leaning against the back of it, both of them only wearing gray sweatpants.

“Fuck me,” I said softly.

But apparently not soft enough.

“Oh, we plan to.” Ethan grinned at me. “Come on, Ryan’s just finishing up because it was his turn to help this idiot.”

Logan flipped Ethan off and then took the offered hand to get to his feet. Or rather, foot.

“Are you okay to be…you know?” I asked.

“My cock works just fine.” Logan winked at me. “And I’ll be happy to prove it.”

“Don’t worry,” Ethan jumped in. “We worked out the logistics while we were waiting.”

We made our way back to Ryan’s bedroom just as he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes heated the moment he saw me, and he took a step in my direction. When I held up a hand, he looked confused, but stopped.

“I wanted to get a shower, but I went back to my room to get something else too.” I pulled my shirt over my head and then yanked off my sweatpants, tossing both in the general direction of Ryan’s desk chair.

“Holy shit,” Ryan muttered, his eyes wide.

Logan sank down on the edge of the bed, the bright blue of his irises darkening with arousal.

“As much as I like you naked, I think you should keep that on, at least for the first round,” Ethan said, his gaze raking up and down my body with a weight I could practically feel.

I’d never liked the really fancy lingerie, which made this perfect. Sexy, but not elaborate. Dark blue sheer lace made up the tiny pair of panties and matching corset-style top, the latter of which displayed my breasts with more cleavage than I’d ever had. Criss-crossed ribbon went from the top to the bottom, the bow settling an inch above my belly button. Another set of ribbons ran down either side and they actually tied to the sides of my panties with bows that could easily come undone.

“Turn around,” Logan said hoarsely.

With a pleased smile, I did as he asked, slowly turning in front of them so they could see it from every angle, including the fact that the panties barely covered any of my ass. By the time I was facing them again, Logan had pushed himself further back on the bed so his legs stretched out in front of him as he half-reclined on a pile of pillows.

And his hand was already in his pants, moving over the considerable bulge there. Desire twisted my stomach and I wet my lips, already imagining the feel of him slipping into my mouth.

“On the bed,” Logan instructed, gesturing to the space between his legs. “You’re gonna suck me off for a bit, get me nice and wet, while the guys get you ready.”

He paused, clearly waiting for me to ask the question.

I didn’t disappoint. “Ready for what?”

Hands slid around my waist, calloused fingers skimming over the smooth skin of my stomach. Ryan’s voice was low as he answered, the sound rumbling through me.

“You’re going to take two of us at the same time.” He pressed his lips to the side of my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access.

Ethan took up the explanation from there. “Logan’s going to fuck your ass nice and slow while Ryan and I take your pussy.”

Butterflies took flight in my stomach at the picture Ethan’s words painted. Of course I’d thought about it before. No one seriously considered dating three men at the same time without having that particular scenario running through their mind at one point or another.

I nodded, knowing they wouldn’t go forward with their plan if I didn’t want it.

“Now, be a good girl and get on the bed,” Ryan instructed.

I turned my head for a quick kiss and then did as I was told, purposefully putting a little extra swing in my step. I smiled as I heard both Ryan and Ethan swear, and then I focused all my attention on Logan. Going down on my hands and knees as soon as I climbed onto the end of the bed, I crawled toward him.

Now close enough to touch him, I reached out to the waistband of his sweats and eased them down enough to free his erection. The thick shaft rested on his stomach, a bead of precum already at the tip. I tucked the elastic under his balls, brushing my fingers over that softest of skin before trailing up from base to crown. Logan moaned as I wrapped my hand around him, pulling his cock away from him to allow me to get my mouth on it.

Flicking out my tongue, I captured that bit of moisture at the head, then swirled my tongue around the crown, savoring the taste of soap and salt and him. I’d thought I had lost this forever and I didn’t intend to take a single second of my time for granted.

As I took the first inch of him between my lips, I felt the bed dip behind me and then two sets of hands were moving over my legs and up my thighs. I concentrated as best I could on the flesh in my mouth, lowering my head to take a little more, but as those exploring hands progressed to my ass and down under to my breasts, it became more difficult. Fingers teased my nipples through the sensual slide of silk against skin until the sensitive flesh pebbled.

And then someone eased aside the small bit of fabric covering my most private bits, and I moaned at the gentle touch of a tongue. Whichever of the men had their mouth on me licked over and between my folds, dipping into my pussy before shifting to tease my clit, all from a brand-new angle. Then that mouth was somewhere else and I tried to gasp, but Logan flexed his hips and pushed his cock just a bit deeper. Even that wasn’t enough to distract me from the decidedly odd feeling of a tongue at my anus.

“Do you like what Ryan’s doing?” Logan asked, pushing back some hair that had escaped from the messy knot I’d quickly pulled it all into. “Do you like being rimmed?”

A shiver went through me at his words, and all three men laughed, the vibration moving from them to me wherever our bodies connected.

While Ryan pressed his tongue, and then a finger, into my ass, I worked on getting Logan as slick as possible. Both of those things, as well as Ethan’s attention on my breasts, had my pussy wet with very little direct attention, something that made Ethan grin when he pushed a finger inside me.

“She’s already nice and wet for you, Ry,” Ethan said.

The two men moved their fingers inside me, the digits both much smaller than their cocks, but the feel of them in two different places sent a wave of new sensations over me. I made a sound that had Logan cursing as he used my hair to pull my head up. The sting in my scalp helped draw my focus away from the slight burn in my ass as Ryan worked in a second finger, this one slippery enough to tell me that he’d added some lube.

“As much as I like the idea of watching you swallow my load, we have plans. The other will have to wait.” Logan swiped his thumb along my bottom lip. “You almost done back there, Ryan?”

“What do you think, Lia?” Ryan asked as he twisted his fingers, stretching me.

I nodded, the mounting fire inside me desperate for an outlet.

“Let’s get you in position then,” Ethan said as he withdrew his finger.

I made a displeased noise that turned into a whimper when Ryan pulled his fingers out too. I’d gone from having a part of each of them inside me to being completely empty and I didn’t like it.

I didn’t have time to complain though. Before I’d even fully processed what was coming, Ryan had me turned around and straddling Logan’s lap. With Ethan helping me balance and Logan guiding his cock, it was surprisingly easy for them to lower me right where they wanted me.

As the tip breached me, I bit my bottom lip, nails digging into Ryan’s shoulder and Ethan’s forearm. I let out a breath slowly, my world narrowed down to the discomfort of Logan’s thick cock in my ass. He might’ve had the thinnest dick of the three men, but it was still above average, stretching that part of my body in a way I still wasn’t used to.

“You okay, baby?” Ethan asked.

I nodded, my eyes closing as Logan filled me completely. “Just takes a little getting used to.”

I took a few slow, deep breaths and relaxed as best I could.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Logan ground out, his hands settling on my hips.

“She’s gonna get tighter in a minute.”

Ethan’s words had me opening my eyes. He knelt in front of me now, his pants long gone and his cock hard as a rock. He stroked himself with one hand while the other started making soothing circles on my thigh. His touch and natural easygoing nature helped me relax even more, drawing a sigh of relief from Logan.

“Not that your ass doesn’t feel fucking amazing,” Logan said, “but if you’d squeezed me any tighter, I would’ve been done.”

“Incentive to keep working out with us even if you’re not playing,” Ethan said with a grin. “You get too out of shape and you’ll need me and Ryan’s help satisfying our woman.”

Our woman.

I liked the sound of that.

I didn’t get the chance to think about it for too long because Ethan leaned forward, pressing the head of his dick against the entrance to my pussy, and all coherent thoughts flew away. With my legs spread wide to let me put my feet on either side of Logan’s legs, I should’ve been completely open to Ethan, but at the moment he first entered me, I understood just what this was going to do to me.

My body stretched naturally, but I wasn’t a very big person, and these were two massive cocks. Having one already inside me while the other was being worked into my other channel was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I dug my nails into Logan’s wrists in an attempt to dispel the overwhelming sense of being too much, too full, too everything. There was pain, but after the initial shock, the pressure and friction against internal walls filled with screaming nerves had pleasure overpowering that pain. Drowning it. Owning it.

Pleasure made pain its bitch, and by the time Ethan was fully seated inside me, I was coming. I cried out, my body going completely stiff, muscles clamping down on both men’s dicks until they shook with the effort to keep from following.

Only once I started coming down did my muscles go limp and give them the chance to start moving. Carefully, they each made shallow thrusts, with Logan mostly using his arms and Ethan helping to control things. As my body adjusted, I started to move too, and the three of us found a rhythm that felt a lot like the dance we had shared that night at the bar.

The thought had me looking for Ryan.

He hadn’t gone far, settling against the wall so he could lean against it while he watched us, his towel gone and his thick cock in his hand. The contentment in his eyes, more than his obvious arousal, told me that he was enjoying himself as much as the rest of us were. He wasn’t being left out. He truly liked to watch.

So we gave him a show. Three bodies moving in a perfect, primal dance, driving toward the same goal. At some point, Ethan started moving faster, pushing himself harder, and Logan went still, holding my body tightly down on his while Ethan thrust into me with that intense urgency he rarely showed.

“I love you, Amelia,” he said just before he slammed his mouth down on mine and buried himself deep.

His words as much as the physical action had me tipping over the edge again and this time, he went with me. While Ethan’s cock pulsed inside me, Logan cursed beneath me, his muscles trembling as he fought for control. And then Ethan was gone, sliding from me as he dropped down beside us.

I didn’t have a chance to mourn the loss because Ryan was right there, smoothly sliding into me with one single stroke. Still sensitive, I came again, this time reaching for Ryan, wanting to mark him with my nails the way I knew I’d already marked Logan and Ethan. Even if no one ever saw the marks, I’d know they were there, that I’d claimed these men as mine.

Ryan’s eyes met mine and I knew he understood. Our gazes stayed locked as Ryan started a new dance, a new rhythm, but one that Logan and I found easily enough. Even though I kept my eyes on Ryan, Logan’s presence didn’t fade. He sat up, his lips moving over my neck as he whispered the filthiest things in my ear. Telling me all the ways they’d take me. The things they’d teach me.

And mixed in with those promises were the sweet ones. The declarations of love. Promises of a future. Commitment. Family. Love.

And it was those words of love that made the sensations become too much for him, and he came. The feeling of his cock pulsing in my ass was all I needed. My climax exploded through me, shattering me even as the arms around me held me together. I gave myself over to it, knowing that my men would keep me safe. I floated on that bliss, knowing I was loved. Always.