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Chapter Thirteen

Chelsea

"Nice place."

The apartment’s layout was the same as Storm's, but this one was decorated with a butt ton of white. The countertops were white with light veining. The cabinets were white. The walls were painted off-white. Only the mid-tone hardwood broke it up.

"It could use some colour," Jay remarked. "Maybe a bright orange couch over there." He pointed.

"We're not having a bright orange couch," Atlas said.

Jay grinned. "Bright yellow?"

Atlas snorted. "Over my dead body."

Storm, who'd followed me into the apartment, opened his mouth.

Frost elbowed him in the ribs.

Storm turned to him. "What?"

"You were about to say that could be arranged," Frost said.

"I was not," Storm protested weakly. "I was going to say…something else."

"Like what?" Frost asked brightly. He was obviously trying to get a rise out of the fullback.

"He was going to say he agrees with me, right, Stormy?" Atlas asked, sliding him a sly grin.

"No, but I do," Storm said. "No way I'd have a bright yellow couch either." He looked mildly disgusted at the idea.

"What if I wanted one?" I asked.

He gave me a dark look. "Don't you start. Or do. Then I can take you upstairs for some punishment. It's been too long since I smacked your ass."

The real estate agent standing by the door raised his eyebrows at that, but turned away, pretending he hadn't heard.

"Let's have a look around here first," I said. I grabbed Storm's hand and pulled him towards the main bathroom. It was also a study in white on white.

"This could use some coloured tiles," Jay said.

"If you're about to suggest orange or yellow—" Atlas started.

Jay grinned.

"It might be that more than one ass that gets spanked," Frost said wistfully.

"Are you hoping yours is one of them?" I asked.

He grinned. "Always."

"If you don't stop that, I'm going to fuck one of you right here," Storm growled.

Frost and I exchanged glances.

"He said that like we'd mind," I remarked.

Storm's hand shot out to grab the back of Frost’s head. "On your knees," he ordered. He pushed him down. “You too,” he snapped at me and Jay.

Without bothering to look and make sure the real estate agent couldn't see, I lowered myself to my knees beside Frost.

The front of Storm’s pants was already tented, seams straining. "Take my cock out," he said, teeth gritted.

Eyes on his, Frost pulled down the front of Storm’s pants and boxers to free his erection. Thick and hard, his cock bobbed right in front of Frost’s face, a bead of pre-cum already glistening on his tip.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. When Frost parted his lips, he pushed his cock all the way inside, to the back of his throat.

Atlas muttered something about going to make an offer before he stepped out of the large bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving the four of us in there.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked Jay. His gaze seemed to be half on Storm and half on the door Atlas just disappeared through. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to." I glanced defiantly at Storm, daring him to disagree.

"You can go if you want," Storm told him. His eyes were crossing as Frost sucked.

The wet sound of his mouth sent a spike of heat all the way through me. My clit pulsed with need. Knowing the real estate agent was still in the apartment got me going even more. My pussy was drenched already.

"I want to stay," Jay said after a few moments thought. His cock strained the front of his pants.

"Of course you do," Storm said approvingly. "Put that mouth to good use and make Chelsea come."

Neither of us needed to be told twice. I lay back on the cool tiles and let Jay push up my skirt and grab my panties. Making it look effortless, he tore them in two before stuffing both halves into his pocket. He murmured something about 'souvenir' before parting my thighs with his hands and lowering his face between them.

"That's it, make my woman feel good," Storm said. It was his turn to give me a challenging look. As if I might argue that I wasn't his woman. Or that I belonged to all of them.

With the way Jay expertly licked and sucked my clit, sliding his tongue inside me, I was in no mood to argue. Not to mention that coherent thought was quickly becoming difficult to come by.

Storm nodded his satisfaction and half closed his eyes to fuck Frost's mouth, his breathing becoming rapidly more ragged.

I grabbed Frost's hand and held onto him while he sucked, his other hand caressing Storm's balls. I squeezed it harder when I came against Jay's mouth, my back arching off the bathroom floor. I bit my lip hard, but lost the battle to keep myself from crying out loudly. My orgasm was so intense I lost all control, lost in a wave of bliss.

Storm was close behind, thrusting frantically before coming in Frost's mouth. "Don't swallow," he insisted. "I want you to share with Chelsea."

Smiling, Frost slid his mouth off Storm's cock and moved over to me. When I parted my lips, he let Storm's cum trickle from his mouth to mine.

Jay was watching with wide eyes, his shoulders still between my legs.

I raised an eyebrow at him before pushing myself up until I was sitting, and pressing my lips to Jay's salty ones. I tasted myself on him before I let him taste Storm, trickling the fullback's release into his eager mouth.

Jay slowly nodded his appreciation.

"Swallow it," Storm ordered.

"I have a better idea." Frost scooted over to Jay and slanted his mouth over the other man's. "Let me swallow it."

Jay tilted his face down, filling Frost's mouth while kissing him hard and deep. Their hands fumbled with the front of each other's pants before curling their fists around each other's cocks and pumping slowly.

"Did I say you could touch each other?" Storm tucked his own cock back into his pants.

"No, but if you tell me to stop now, I don't think I can," Frost said. "He feels so fucking good."

"So do you," Jay told him. Both men exchanged a heated glance before they resumed kissing, so frantic they all but devoured each other.

Storm grunted, but leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed, watching them both with dark eyes. His gaze flicked to me. "You like what you see?"

"I love what I see," I said.

Not just them touching, but the fact they seemed into each other. I hope that bond would grow over time, making our little family an even tighter knit. The only thing missing right now were Dallas and Ramsey, who were upstairs in Storm's apartment.

Ramsey said something about an important phone call and Dallas was tired after fucking me all night. More than once, I'd woken up just before he came. Only to go back to sleep with him nestled up to me. It was little wonder he was exhausted.

"Do you want to see them come?" Storm asked, his gaze back on the other two men.

"I want that very much," I said. Both Frost and Jay seemed very much there for it, or I would have responded differently. I'd never ask anything of them that they didn't want for themselves.

"You heard the woman," Storm said. "Show her how you come with each other."

Frost and Jay stroked each other faster now, more deliberate. They weren't just toying around with each other. While their lips and tongues tangled, they drew each other closer and closer to orgasms.

I couldn't tell who it was that grunted first, but then they were coming in each other's hands, squirting their release from their engorged heads, strings of cum decorating each other's hips. They continued to mash their mouths together for another couple of minutes before they managed to break apart and start to catch their breath.

Both of their mouths were red, lips swollen.

Frost smiled, satisfied.

Jay looked slightly more reserved, like always. Not unhappy, just with his emotions contained.

"You're good at that," Frost told him. "Any time you're down to do that again, so am I." He tucked Jay's cocked back into his pants and put them back into place, before doing the same to his own.

"Me too," Jay said awkwardly. "We should—" He started to rise to his feet when the bathroom door opened.

Atlas stepped back inside and glanced around to all of us with curiosity, but no judgement. "Looks like I missed all the fun."

"You were the one who left at the wrong time," Storm told him.

Atlas shrugged. "Someone had to finish the tour of the place. If anyone is interested, I made an offer. The agent seems to think it'll be accepted."

Frost stood and helped me to my feet. "Of course it will. Only a crazy person would turn down an offer from you."

"You said it," Atlas said.

Storm grunted a laugh. For once, he didn't try to contradict either of them out loud. His thoughts still showed in his expression. The smirk and the eye roll towards the ceiling said more than words ever could.

"This is a nice place." I hooked my arm through Atlas' and walked with him out of the bathroom.

"It is," he agreed. "Just what I was looking for, even without a yellow couch."

I didn't miss the stares and deep swallow from the real estate agent as we walked past him and out of the apartment. I knew he'd be discreet, he was too well-paid to be otherwise, but I suspected from the tent in the front of his pants, we might not be the only ones coming in the apartment today.

I hoped he enjoyed the entertainment.