Page 39 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

That night, after sharing a pitcher of Logan’s way-too-strong margaritas, I retired to my bedroom with my two boyfriends.

I had taken to thinking of them as my boyfriends ever since Bryson used the term, although I hadn’t actually said that out loud to either of them.

Better to keep things casual, the way we had agreed.

And if they found their own affectionate term for whatever I was besides fuck-toy? Then I would happily accept it.

In the meantime, I was very much still their fuck-toy.

Head swimming wonderfully from the tequila, I let them throw me down on the bed and worship me in all the best ways.

Logan took his time eating me out, while Knox dragged me by the shoulders to the edge of the bed until my head was hanging upside-down, and throat-fucked me from that position.

It was disorienting, but Logan’s tongue swirling around my clit while his fingers corkscrewed inside me felt so good that I closed my eyes and surrendered to how deliciously erotic it all was.

These days, they had taken to making me come at least once before fucking me.

Logan climbed on top of me and made love to me in the missionary position while Knox kept fucking my mouth.

Then he growled, “My turn,” and spun me around, pushing me down onto my belly and pounding me from behind in the prone position while Logan watched, stroking himself gently.

Eventually, Knox wrapped his arms around me like a python, clinging to me with lustful need as he erupted inside my pussy. The moment he pulled out, Logan took his place, jamming his stiff length into me and exploding almost instantly, adding his seed to Knox’s inside me.

We lazily lounged on the bed after, chatting while a trickle of come slowly ran down my thigh. The cleanup was slightly more annoying, but I loved being fucked without a condom. I couldn’t imagine going back.

“I want to fuck you on the football field,” Logan was saying. “Right at the fifty-yard line.”

“Eager for an audience?” I teased. “You want a stadium full of fans cheering you on while you go to town on me?”

Logan shivered. “Eww. Fuck, no. I mean when nobody else is there. At night.”

“Doable, now that the weather has turned,” Knox said. “I’d be down for that.”

“Who says you’re invited?” Logan shot back.

“Ouch. Is that any way to treat the teammate who has been feeding you touchdown passes all year?”

“When you put it like that… I guess you can come,” Logan allowed.

“I’ve never had sex in public like that!” I said with an excited shiver. “I bet I’d be nervous about getting caught.”

“That,” Logan said, leaning over to cup my chin, “is what makes it so fucking hot.”

“That would make a good tourist commercial,” Knox said. “Florida: come for the beaches, stay for the midnight outdoor sex.”

“I’m sold,” I said with a laugh.

“You staying in Florida after you graduate?” Logan asked.

I rested my arms behind my head and stared at the ceiling. “Good question. I’m not really sure. When Troy and I were together, I just assumed I would follow him wherever he went. Teachers are needed everywhere, after all. But now… I dunno.”

Knox rolled over, resting his head on my thigh. “You still have over a year to decide.”

“True. It’s actually kind of liberating, knowing I can go wherever I want. But it’s also giving me decision paralysis. Like when I go to Target and they have thirty different brands of soap to choose from.”

“At least you get to choose,” Knox said. “My future home will be chosen for me, thanks to the NFL draft.”

“A good problem to have,” Logan muttered.

“For sure,” Knox agreed. “As long as I’m healthy by draft time, knock on wood, I’ll make good money wherever I go.”

“Got any preferences?” I asked. “Or have you not thought that far ahead?”

Knox was quiet for a few moments while he considered the question. “Your comment about Florida rings true. I’d like to go somewhere warm. I’d be miserable playing in Buffalo or Green Bay. It’s tough to throw a football when your fingers are frozen solid.”

“Florida, California, Texas,” Logan mused.

“I would totally go to California,” I found myself saying. “Teaching all day, surfing in the afternoon, and being your sex toy at night.”

“I like the sound of that,” Knox said.

We all shared a chuckle, but then an awkward silence stretched. That’s when I realized what I was suggesting: that we continue our relationship after college. And since I would have another year of school after Knox graduated, we were talking about two years into the future.

Stupid tequila.

“Just talking hypothetically,” I said to cover my embarrassment. “Right now, based on my class load, I can barely think beyond the fall semester.”

“For sure,” Knox said, but I could tell he wasn’t sure how to react.

Logan cleared his throat like he was going to make a joke, but then said nothing.

Fortunately, I had a fool-proof way of defusing the situation: sex. We were already nude in bed, after all. I rolled over until I was on top of Knox and said in my most sultry voice, “You guys ready for round two yet?”

Knox’s smile was wicked. “I was ready five minutes ago.”

“I need a little more time,” Logan said, propping his head up with an arm. “But I’ll watch while you two get started.”

I kissed Knox slowly, seductively. I’d been waiting for this moment, waiting to suggest something new with them.

I was still scared of how they might react, still damaged from how Troy had reacted the solitary time I’d suggested it to him, but that fear was small compared to the excitement that was shivering up my spine.

With Knox and Logan, I felt like I could be whoever I wanted to be without fear of judgment. That was the joy of a physical relationship.

“I have a surprise,” I said between kisses.

Knox’s hands came up and squeezed my ass, which was fitting considering what I was about to suggest. “A surprise?”

“We love surprises,” Logan chimed in.

“It’s okay if you’re not into it,” I said, grinding against Knox’s cock. It was already hard again, proving that he was indeed ready for round two.

“We’re into whatever you’re into,” Knox said.

I hoped that was true.

I pushed off Knox, relaxing back against the pillows at the head of the bed. “I need something from the bedside table. Top drawer.”

Logan was closest, so he rolled over and opened the drawer.

“The bottle,” I said. “Next to the washcloth.”

He picked up the bottle of lube, frowning at it, then at me. Knox blinked, a mixture of confusion and curiosity shining in those piercing green eyes.

Then I sucked on my index finger, coating it in saliva, dropping my hand between my legs… and went lower, sliding a finger into my ass.