Page 15 of Dirty Ruck (Ruck Boys #5)

Chapter Fifteen

Chelsea

I woke like I often did these days, with Dallas parting my legs and sliding his cock into me. He let out a long breath, his eyes closed against the morning light that peeked through the curtains.

"What would I do without you?" he whispered.

"What would any of us do?" Frost asked from one side of me. He rolled over and kissed his way down from my shoulder to one of my breasts.

"Let's not find out," Storm said. He was on the other side of Frost, his arm draped over his hip, hand hovering near his rapidly growing erection.

"Sounds like a good plan." Frost teased my nipple with the tip of his tongue before drawing my sensitive peak between his lips and sucking.

"I always have good plans," Storm said. He wrapped his fist around Frost's length and pumped slowly.

"If your plan is to make me come in about three seconds flat, keep doing that," Frost said.

"Surprisingly, that's not my plan." Storm stroked him a couple more times before reaching for the lube and preparing Frost's rear hole for himself. Without dislodging Frost from my breast, he notched his cock into Frost's ass and slid into him.

Frost's eyes widened. "Fucking hell, that feels so good."

"Chelsea feels so good," Dallas said thrusting with deliberate slowness.

"They both feel so good," Storm said. Chances were, he was the only one currently in the room who'd find out, so no one could tell him he was wrong.

"I'm with Storm," Frost said, looking at my nipple. "Chelsea and I both feel incredible. Right, Chels?"

"Absolutely," I said. What else could I do but agree? I was feeling pretty damn good right then. "So you know, you all feel amazing inside me."

"Of course we do," Storm said. He pulled out of Frost slowly and with some reluctance, before handing him the lube. "Dallas, on your back so she's riding you. Chelsea lean forward."

We gave him the side eye, but did what he told us to. He clearly had something in mind. I was curious to see what it was.

My hands on Dallas' chest, I leaned forward as far as I could. Frost readied my rear hole with the lube and his fingers, before Storm gestured for him to straddle Dallas' legs behind me.

"Gladly," Frost said. He stroked his cock a couple of times before positioning himself and sliding into me.

I let out a long, low moan. If there was something I enjoyed, it was having as many of my guys inside me as I could take. If I could stop time, I'd stop it right there. Live in that moment forever.

If I did, I would have missed looking over my shoulder and seeing Storm position himself behind Frost and slide back into him.

"Holy fuck," Frost whispered. "This is…" He shook his head. He had no words for what this was. Honestly, neither did I.

Especially when Storm started to thrust, driving himself into Frost and pushing him deeper into me. In turn, rocking me onto Dallas.

Dallas' eyes widened. "I've never…"

"Neither have I," Frost said. "But I'm pretty sure this is what they mean when they say teamwork makes the dream work."

"Never say that again," Storm growled.

Frost chuckled. "I'm not wrong though, am I?"

"Definitely not wrong," I said, my eyes crossing with pleasure. "This is certainly a dream."

"It's not a dream," Storm assured me. He started to thrust more quickly, setting the rhythm for the rest of us. At the back of the pack, but completely in control. Just like he was out on the field. Exactly the way he liked it.

"Good, because I'd hate to be dreaming this," Frost said. "I'd like to put it on the menu and have it more often."

"Me too," I agreed. If we could find a way to include the other three guys, that would be even better. For now though, I was just going to enjoy this.

I rolled my hips in time with Dallas' and Frost's thrusts into me, savouring every second of having them both deep in my body. Knowing they must be tapping against each other every few strokes. Every so often, Frost would moan, confirming that.

Dallas just lay with his eyes closed, thrusting, smiling and enjoying every second.

"I could do this for days," Frost said. "Except for the fact I'm going to come very soon."

I responded with a half laugh. "Me too." I was right on the very edge of the precipice, my toes over the side. Ready to fall and fall and fall.

"Me three," Dallas whispered. "This is fucking incredible. Fucking…ahhh… Good." He thrust harder as he came at the same time I did. Our cries mingled like beautiful music. More beautiful still when Frost joined in a few moments later, quickly followed by Storm.

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 somewhere private 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.

"Someone you've met," I said. "But let's not talk about that. In fact, let's not talk at all." I squeezed my muscles as tight around him as I could, hoping to distract him from the conversation.

He groaned. "Not talking is good." He started to thrust faster now, pushing us both near and nearer to coming.

Not talking was very good, but I kept that thought to myself.

Hopefully he wouldn't remember later and ask again.

Some secrets were best kept private. Especially something like this.

Besides, I didn't want to know who he fucked first. The only thing that mattered to me was who he fucked last and who he was fucking right now.

Whose body he was grinding into as he cried out his second orgasm of the morning.

Once again, I came the same time he did, clutching onto him as the water washed over us, rinsing off sweat before it could cling to us. Our cries mingled with the steam in the bathroom.

"I fucking love you," he said mid-orgasm. His voice was ragged, but his words were clear. Like somehow in that moment he needed me to know.

Me saying it back was equally important. I needed to do that as often as I could, with all of the guys. I needed them to know and I needed to remind them, just in case.

"I fucking love you too," I said, letting myself get lost in the bliss of his body against mine. Universes were born and exploded into a thousand tiny stars in those moments before I finally came back down to earth.

He slid out of me and wrapped me in his arms, holding me under the water while we both caught our breaths and our hearts slow, slick skin against slick skin.

We stayed like that for too long and yet not long enough before we finally pulled apart.

"Time to rinse your hair," he said. He turned me around under the water and started to do just that.