Page 33 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

For the first few days living with the football players, it was like being on my honeymoon—except I had two men to have sex with, not one.

Logan was napping when I got home from class on Monday afternoon, so I tip-toed into his room, gently pulled down his shorts, and woke him up with a quick blowjob that had him grinning from ear to ear.

We had a threesome that night when they got back from study hall, each of them taking turns with me until all three of us were too exhausted to move.

I was too sore for actual penetrative sex on Tuesday, but that didn’t stop Knox from interrupting my lonely bedroom dinner and making a meal out of me , going down on me for what felt like hours until his face was a sloppy wet mess, stroking himself while he worked before finishing all over my face, something I had never let a guy do before. But it felt fun and exciting with him.

Logan fucked me after practice on Wednesday morning, and then we had another threesome that night, me on my hands and knees in bed with an athlete on either side of me, although Knox came in my mouth before getting a chance to actually fuck me.

My schedule didn’t line up with Logan’s, but I walked to campus with Knox before our 9:00am classes on Monday and Wednesday. And then on Thursday, Roman and I happened to be leaving the house at the same time. He held the front door open for me, and then we walked side-by-side on the way to school.

“So,” I said casually. “Have I been a shitty roommate so far?”

The big, broad linebacker stared straight ahead while replying. “No complaints so far. You’re clean, and you’re quiet.” There was a long pause. “Mostly quiet.”

I had a feeling he wasn’t talking about the volume at which I played Sabrina Carpenter while studying.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, how to acknowledge the fact that I was occasionally loud while being railed by both of his roommates, so all I said was, “It’s going to be cold tomorrow, so I’m making a big batch of white bean chili.

The recipe always makes a huge batch, so help yourself. ”

He grunted in acknowledgment, and then we reached campus and parted ways.

The one negative to living with Knox and Logan, if you could even categorize it as a negative, was that it made our classroom rendezvous less exciting.

We smiled at each other, and shared a few knowing glances, but otherwise I was able to ignore them and focus on the lectures.

Part of me missed how fun and clandestine we had been in that short period while we were hooking up before I moved in with them, but overall I was grateful that they weren’t distracting me from my studies.

It reinforced the idea that this arrangement was a good thing, that I wasn’t making a mistake.

But the classroom wasn’t the only public place we could flirt.

I was sitting in the campus cafeteria, eating a sandwich by myself, when Logan suddenly sat down with his tray across from me. “Anyone sitting here?”

“You are, now,” I said with a smile.

He pointed at me while taking his seat. “I’ve used that line before. But usually on strangers. Watchya studying?”

“One of my graduate classes,” I replied. “Teenage Behavioral Studies. Basically, how to get hormonal teenagers to pay attention in class in a way that actually gets them to learn.”

Logan bit into his own cheeseburger and shook his head. “Sounds awful.”

“It kind of is. But it’s marginally better than my AI class.”

“Three cheers for small victories.” He swallowed his bite. “I was going to wait until Sunday to touch base, but how’s the first week been? Regret moving in with us yet?”

I grinned. “Not even a little bit. Well, maybe a little. Knox takes long showers. I didn’t have any hot water this morning.”

“I’d make a joke about him jacking off in there,” Logan said, “but we all know that’s not how he’s getting his sexual release.”

I giggled and shifted my legs under the table, which caused my foot to brush against his.

“Oh?” He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Playing footsie? In public?”

“Shut up,” I replied.

“I wasn’t complaining.” His own foot slid up and down my leg, the bare ankle brushing against my skin. “It’s kind of fun fooling around in public. Nobody knows.”

“You’re still jealous that Knox and I had sex in a classroom, aren’t—”

“YES!” he said before I could even finish the sentence. “Everything he gets to do with you, I want to do. Want to go find an empty classroom to desecrate?”

“Extremely tempting,” I admitted, sliding my shoe off and running my foot up until I found the bulge between his legs. “I don’t like being quiet, though. I’d rather go back to our place and make some noise. My next class isn’t until two.”

“I like being the one to make you scream,” he said, eyes flicking down to my foot in his lap. “Too bad I have class in fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah, too bad.” His cock was deliciously hard beneath my toes, and I gave it a final squeeze before retracting my foot. “Guess you’ll have to wait until tonight.”

His phone on the table lit up. Logan glanced at it, then started laughing.

“What is it?” I asked.

He spun his phone around for me to see. “Just got an alert about my class.”

I quickly scanned the notification. “Your class is canceled because your professor is sick?”

“Hey, you do know how to use a smart phone!” he teased. “Yup, class is canceled. He gave us an online reading assignment instead. Looks like my schedule just cleared up.”

“Looks like it.” I stretched my arms over my head, sticking my chest out in a way that pulled his eyes. “In unrelated news, I’m going to eat this sandwich on the way home.”

Logan smirked at me. “I’ll get mine to go.”

We ate our food while walking home, laughing about the unlikely timing of his class being canceled.

Logan made a joke about how he might have telekinetic powers, and had made his professor cancel class with sheer willpower.

I suggested that he use his powers to cripple opposing football teams, to which he gasped and said, “Oh shit, why didn’t I think of that? ”

Knox and Roman were on campus for several more hours, so we had the house all to ourselves. But before we could walk up the steps to the front door, someone on the street called out.

“Logan! Back from class so early?”

“Oh yeah, Coach,” he replied, although the guy barely looked thirty years old. “My Communications class was canceled. Professor is sick.”

“Heard something was going around.” The man smiled at me. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Zane, one of the assistant coaches.”

“This is Sloane, she’s helping me with my Creative Writing class,” Logan said with rehearsed smoothness.

“The one you have Tuesdays and Thursdays?” Zane asked, briefly looking me over. “Glad you’re taking your grades seriously this semester. Your professors have had nothing but good things to tell me.”

“What can I say? I’m motivated this year. We’re going to study, unless you need anything…?”

Zane shook his head. “Nope! Just saying hi on the way to study hall. Don’t work too hard, you two!” He grinned at us, then walked toward campus.

“Zane’s kind of our babysitter,” Logan explained.

“You’ll never believe this, but a lot of athletes neglect their schoolwork and only focus on sports.

So all the teams have their own Zane to make sure everyone is doing enough work to pass.

It’s in the school’s best interest to make sure nobody has to sit out a game thanks to a failed test.”

“What’s he going to do if he finds out I’m living with you?” I asked as we went inside.

“That’s a good question, and I hope we never find out the answer.” He closed the front door and let his backpack slide from his shoulder. “But more importantly, we have the house to ourselves for once.”

I put on a confused expression. “I don’t understand. What do you propose we do in this big, empty house?”

He folded his arms around me and gave me a gentle kiss. “It’d be easier if I showed you.”

I bit my lip. “You still haven’t been as rough with me as I’ve hoped.”

The sparkle of excitement in Logan’s eyes was enough to make me instantly drenched.

Like a fire had suddenly been lit inside him, Logan backed me up to the couch and kissed me more fiercely than before, biting down on my lip hard enough to make me hiss. But the flash of pain, and the metallic taste of blood that hit my tongue, made my entire body come alive in the blink of an eye.

“I bet my breath smells like the chicken sandwich I just ate,” I said, feeling a flicker of self-consciousness.

“I love chicken sandwiches,” he replied smoothly.

“Gross.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a promise in his eyes. “I don’t plan on kissing you. At least, not on the mouth.”

Logan spun me around, bending me over the armrest of the couch. He had my jeans off before I knew what was happening, teeth dragging along my skin and clamping down on the elastic of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles with nothing but his mouth.

I tried to think of a way to tease him for that, but then he was grabbing my ass with both hands and burying his face into my wet sex from behind. I moaned as he ate me out, sliding his tongue up and down my wet entrance, circling my clit twice before starting the whole motion over again.

“Don’t move,” he breathed into my pussy. “I have to go grab a condom from my room, but I want to fuck you right here.”

“Wait!” I said, reaching back to grab a handful of his shirt. “I’m on birth control. I want you to come inside me. I’m clean. As long as you are…”

“Had my physical last month,” he said. The heat in his eyes was so much sexier than before. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything.”

He hesitated only a moment, then put a hand on my lower back to hold me down while he tore at his clothes.

His hand rubbed up and down my slit, using his fingers to coat his cock.

I held my breath as he guided himself into me from behind, all the while maintaining the palm on my back, letting me know that I was his possession and that he could do whatever he wanted with me.

Then he drove into me and proved it.

I’ll be honest: I couldn’t tell the difference between a guy wearing a condom and not wearing one.

It all felt the same to me. But I knew it was more pleasurable for Logan, so much more intense for the man who was gripping me as tightly as he held onto a football, and that turned me on in a million indirect ways.

The cry of bliss that came from his lips was almost enough to make me come all by itself.

“How’s it feel?” I asked over my shoulder.

He bit his lip while gazing at me, then moved his palm up my back until it rested between my shoulder blades. “I don’t remember asking you to talk,” he growled, pushing me lower on the couch.

Then his free hand struck out, slapping against my right ass cheek.

The quick flash of pain, and the heat of my blood rushing to my skin, was exactly the kind of roughness I had been hoping he would deliver. I arched my back against his hand and let out a long moan.

“Oh yeah, you like that,” he said, smacking the other cheek a little bit harder. “You have such a perfect ass for smacking. Round and perfect. I can see my hand print.”

I moaned louder as he began fucking me in earnest.

I let go of all my inhibitions, crying out in pleasure and tossing my head as he pounded me from behind.

I shoved my hips back, pretending like I wanted any amount of control, but I was only baiting him to show me how strong he was.

And Logan delivered, holding me down with the easy power of an athlete who was twice my weight and probably ten times as strong.

“You like it hard, don’t you,” he growled.

I bit my lip and groaned a syllable that I hoped sounded like agreement.

His hand moved up my back, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking my head back gently. “God, I love how you take it. How you take my cock.”

His other palm struck out again, the smack of skin on skin filling my ears.

Neither of us lasted long, not the way we were fucking.

My orgasm swirled up from my core into my chest, then back down again, without me even having a chance to rub my clit.

I clamped down on his cock with my inner walls and let a wail escape my throat, noises more animal than human.

And then Logan was adding his own ragged voice to my cries, a duet of carnal pleasure as he erupted inside me.

He continued slamming into me even as his cock pulsed, emptying every bit of seed he had into my pussy, and the knowledge that there was nothing separating us gave me another little orgasm aftershock along with his.

He fell forward after, resting his face against my shoulder. I savored the weight of him, how sturdy and real he felt, as if everything in this stupid world was fake except for our two bodies.

“Better?” I asked when I was able to form words again. “Without a condom?”

His entire chest shook with laughter, vibrating through my back. “Jesus. You have no idea, Sloane. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“You were perfect,” I purred back at him. “I like having my ass slapped.”

“I could tell. Fuck .” Logan twisted my head around and kissed me, then planted a hand on the back of the couch and pushed himself into an upright position.

“Wait!” I said, reaching back and grabbing his arm. “Stay with me. Just for a few more moments.”

“Whatever you want,” he said, running his palms down my back until he was squeezing my ass with both hands. “I’ll stay right here and admire this view until dinner, if you want.”

“How about until breakfast?” I countered.

“Mmm. Tempting. Not sure how our roommates would feel about it, though.”

Both of us flinched as a figure stepped out of the hallway in front of us. With a scowl, Roman said, “I can tell you how one of them feels about it.”