Page 23 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

The noises that came out of the two men’s throats were music to my ears. “God damn ,” Logan said, biting his lip.

“Yep,” Knox agreed. “There’s only one thing I’m thinking about right now. And it’s all the things I’m about to do to you.”

He started to stand, so I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. “There will be time for that later. But first, what I have planned for you.”

I leaned down and kissed Knox while unzipping his jeans. Then I shifted to my left and tugged down the pair of gym shorts Logan was wearing while brushing my lips against his.

“Neither of you are allowed to come until I say so,” I told them while going to my knees. “That’s my only rule. Got it?”

“Whatever you say,” Knox replied.

“Mmm hmm,” was all Logan could choke out.

I grabbed a dick with each hand and gently squeezed. “Now both of you relax.”

I started with Logan, making eye contact while wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. I sucked on him for a few seconds while stroking Knox, delighting in my ability to please both of them at the same time.

“If I’m not allowed to come,” Logan gritted out, “we might have a problem. Because fuck , your mouth feels good.”

I pulled back and slid sideways to Knox. “Up to you to warn me when you’re close.” I bent over the quarterback’s legs and began sucking him off, although I couldn’t fit nearly as much of his girth into my mouth.

“Number system,” Logan said.

“Definitely,” Knox agreed.

I paused to give them a questioning glance.

“Something our conditioning coach does,” Knox explained, voice strained with pleasure. “After each workout, we tell him on a scale from one to ten how exhausted we are.”

“Eight is good,” Logan chimed in. “Nine means we’re pretty much at our limit. And ten means our heart is about to explode.”

“I’m going to make something explode,” I said, moving back to Logan and pulling his hard length into my mouth again.

“Ugh, six,” he groaned.

I worked methodically, alternating blowjobs between them for a while, using my fingers to gently stroke whichever one wasn’t in my mouth at the time.

“Seven,” Logan said with a sigh.

I moved to Knox.

“I’m at a seven, too,” Knox moaned after twenty seconds of my tongue swirling around his crown.

Soon the time between each blowjob was reduced to ten seconds. Then hardly more than a few bobs of my head. It felt like I had only just dropped to my knees.

“Nine!” Logan hissed.

I glanced over at him. “I’m not even sucking on you.”

“Your fingers are enough,” he replied, thighs clenching underneath my arm. “And watching you blow him…”

I lessened my grip on him and continued my work.

“Eight,” Knox said.

I kept going.

“Nine…” he managed to exhale.

I moved over to Logan.

“Ugh, fuck me…” Logan said. “Nine. Nine point five…”

I returned to Knox and quickened my pace.

“Still at a nine,” he said, fingers clenching the bedsheets.

I squeezed Logan’s cock tighter while jacking him off.

“Nine point five!” the brunette exclaimed. “Jesus, Sloane… nine point eight…”

This was exactly what I had planned. What I had been trying to achieve: edging them a little bit, then making them come at the same time.

“Stand up,” I commanded.

They both leaped to their feet.

“Closer,” I said, pulling their cocks toward my face and stroking them rapidly. “I want you both to come for me.”

“Oh my God,” Knox said, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “TEN!”

“TEN! TEN!” Logan agreed.

I opened my lips as wide as I could, enough to fit each of their tips into my mouth. It was crowded, and they were touching, but they fit.

“Tennnnnnn,” Logan sighed with release.

Knox roared louder as he came first, with Logan one second behind him. Their cocks pulsed in my mouth, alternating squirts of their seed, left-right-left-right, until my mouth was completely full of their come.

Hoping it was as sexy as when porn stars did it, I pulled back and opened my jaw enough for them to see the result. Then I closed my mouth and swallowed their combined come.

Both of them were breathing heavily. They glanced at each other, then down at me.

“Oh. My. God, ” Knox groaned.

“ That’s what you had planned?” Logan demanded. “Jesus. It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me when I saw you this afternoon, or it’s the only thing I would have been able to think about today.”

I rose to my feet, kissing one athlete, then the other.

“Was it good?”

Logan barked a laugh. “Good? She wants to know if it was good. As if there’s any universe where that wouldn’t be fucking amazing.”

“Incredible,” Knox said, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me closer. “I was hoping to fuck you tonight, but that was even better.”

“Then you’re in luck,” I said, stretching my arms over my head. “Go get that bottle of wine and we can prepare for round two.”

“On it,” Logan said, practically sprinting out of the room. I could hear his footsteps shaking the house as he ran into the kitchen.

“Wide receivers,” Knox said with a wry grin. “They’re good at running away.”

“I don’t mind, as long as he comes back.”

“Until then…” Knox’s eyes narrowed seductively.

Knox threw me onto the bed, tore off my panties, and then buried his face in between my legs. I sighed into the sheets as Logan returned with the wine, gasping when he saw what was going on.

“You started without me.”

“As long as we don’t finish without you,” I purred, “do you mind?”

He took a long swig directly from the bottle of wine. “Hell no I don’t.”

Knox paused from eating me out to drink some wine, and to let me take a swig, before returning to his task.

While he worked, Logan planted kisses all over my upper body—my mouth, my neck, the tops of my breasts.

Their enthusiasm turned me on almost as much as their lips and tongues and fingers, and soon I was arching my back on the bed and holding Knox’s head between my legs.

“Don’t stop. Yes. Yes . Right there, yes, please, oh please… ohhhhh!”

The orgasm was intense, with half a dozen little aftershocks while Knox sucked on my clit. Eventually it was too much, so I grabbed his hair and pulled him away.

“Too much?” he said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“Exactly the right amount,” I said. “But now for what I really want.”

The two of them spent the next hour fucking me.

They fucked me in every position imaginable, taking turns like they were made to share a woman.

Unlike the beginning of the evening with the blowjobs, now they were in control.

They bent me over, held me down, manhandled me in a way that satisfied a deep, primal part of my womanhood.

I was theirs to use how they pleased, and they were taking full advantage of it.

By the time the two of them eventually exploded inside me, I’d had three more orgasms. My entire body felt like putty, and I laid out on Logan’s bed and sighed happily while they took turns cleaning up their come-filled condoms in the bathroom down the hall.

I couldn’t believe this was my life.

Glancing at the wine, I decided to get a glass—and snacks. I pulled my dress on, not bothering with the zipper, and went out into the kitchen. My legs felt like rubber. I was going to sleep great tonight.

I was too busy thinking about everything we’d just done that I didn’t notice Roman sitting in the big leather recliner in the corner.

“Above the sink,” came his voice, deep like a rumbling thunderstorm.

I jerked in surprise. “Huh?”

“Wine glasses. Cabinet above the sink.”

“Thanks,” I said, standing on my tip-toes to retrieve one. “How’d you know?”

“Saw Logan leave with only the bottle.”

“Ah.” I glanced toward the broad linebacker. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.

“What happened to the tank top?” I asked.

“You’re one to talk,” he replied. “Nice corset. And thong.”

I winced. My dress was still unzipped all the way down my back.

“Wasn’t complaining.” I opened the pantry, searched for a moment, then selected a tube of Pringles. “Sorry to disturb you.”

“You weren’t,” he said bluntly.

I started to return to the bedroom, but hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”

He sighed, then lowered his textbook.

“Do you think it’s weird? What I’m doing with your teammates?”

Roman’s gaze bore into me for a few seconds. It felt like he could see right through me, directly into my core.

“I don’t think about it at all.” He tore his eyes from mine and returned to studying.

As I returned to the bedroom with my chips, I wondered if that was really true.