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Chapter Eighteen

Chelsea

I woke like I had so many times recently, with Dallas' cock still deep inside me. Apart from taking a couple of breaks to use the toilet, we'd been like that all night. Every time one of us would slip back to bed, we'd fuck again and fall asleep like that.

"Morning," he said sleepily.

"Morning," I said back.

I brushed hair out of my eyes and looked over to his face, his eyes bleary. He looked particularly adorable like that. A smoking hot wall of muscle who was vulnerable for the first minutes of each day, before he fully woke up.

Same with the other two guys. Storm in particular. This was the only time he let down his guard. When he was asleep, or half asleep. He always caught up faster than the others. coming fully awake and putting his shields back in place.

"Did you sleep well?" He stroked the back of his hand down the side of my cheek. his hips started to move, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me. Of course he was hard again.

I never met anyone who was so hard, so often. Knowing I did that to him made my body throb in response. He was constantly aroused because of me. And I was constantly aroused because of him and the other guys.

"I slept pretty well," I said. I half-closed my eyes and savoured the feeling of him moving inside me. At the same time, I was aware of Frost and Storm waking slowly. It was a tight fit, but the bed was big enough for the four of us to sleep. As long as no one stretched out like a starfish. Then they could look forward to an elbow or a knee in the offending limb.

"Whatever stamina pills you're taking, I want some," Frost said.

He popped his head up over my shoulder, so I could see him in the corner of my eye.

Dallas glanced up at him. "No pills, just Chelsea. I don't need anything else to get me going."

"Good point," Frost said. "She does have that effect on all of us. Right, Stormy?"

Predictably, Storm grunted. "Yep. So do you. Why don't you get over here and suck my cock?”

"I was waiting to be invited," Frost said.

"You don't need to be invited," Storm said. "Just dive right in."

"I'll remember that for next time." Frost's face disappeared under the covers.

I rolled Dallas and me over so I was straddling his hips. That gave me a better view of Storm, his eyes rolling back in his head in pleasure. He pushed the covers aside, revealing Frost, his mouth covering Storm's cock.

I was already aroused, but seeing that made me even hotter. I loved that they cared about each other and wanted to be physical with each other. The bond between them was becoming tighter and tighter because of it. In turn, that was bringing our little family closer together. And watching them was better than any porn ever made.

"Like what you see?" Storm asked, looking at me through one open eye.

"I like it very much," I said. I could have watched it all day.

"It feels fucking good," Storm said on a sigh.

"Tastes good," Frost said, lifting his mouth off Storm's for long enough to speak.

Storm eyed him. "I bet your ass feels good too." It was as tentative as I'd ever seen him. Not willing to be pushy for once. This was something that, if they did it, Frost would have to be completely on board. Otherwise, it wouldn't happen. At least, not today.

In typical Frost fashion, the blonde prop smiled. "I bet it does. Do you want to find out?"

"Hell yeah, I do," Storm agreed. He rolled his upper body over just enough to open the drawer beside the bed and pull out the tube of lube we kept in there.

At this point, we might as well keep it on top of the table. He opened the lid and gestured for Frost to roll over onto his side.

While I slowly rode Dallas, I watched Storm squirt lube onto the tips of two fingers and smear them carefully over Frost's rear hole.

Frost lay still, except for his eyes, which rolled around, looking at me, then trying to look at Storm."You will be gentle with me, won't you?" he asked.

"Nope." Storm tossed the lube back onto the table and pried Frost's butt cheeks apart before pushing a finger slowly into him. Gently and carefully.

He put it on that he was a big, bad asshole, but when it came down to it, he knew how to be loving, even sensitive. Nothing he'd ever admit to, of course but it was there for the three of us to see.

"How does that feel?" I asked Frost. I knew how it felt for me, but he might feel differently. Not everyone liked anal.

"It feels like heaven," Frost said. "Different, but nice. I want more." He said the last over his shoulder to Storm.

"Then I'll give you more," Storm told him. He pressed another finger inside Frost's ass.

Frost's eyes half-closed and the corners of his mouth tipped up in a smile. "Why didn't I do this sooner?"

"Because I wasn't ready for you," Storm told him.

Frost twisted around to raise his eyebrows at him and shake his head. "Of course, why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you need me to do the thinking for you," Storm teased.

"I'd tell you to fuck off, but that feels too good." Frost lay back down. "Is this where I have to beg you for your cock?"

"Definitely," Storm agreed. He slid his fingers in and out of Frost's well-lubricated hole."If you want more, you're going to have to plead your case."

Frost, who now gripped his own cock with his hand, made a face. "I don't think I have enough blood in the head on my shoulders to have a coherent conversation, much less give you three good reasons to fuck my ass."

"I wasn't asking for three," Storm told him. "I'll settle for one, but you better make it good."

"Because I want you to?" Frost suggested. "Because if you don't, I'll lose my mind? Because my ass is going to be nice and tight, since no one has ever fucked me there before?"

"That was three," Dallas pointed out.

Frost grinned. "It was, wasn't it? Go me." He glanced back at Storm. "How about it?"

Storm groaned. "You had me at no one has fucked you there before." He pulled out his fingers and positioned his cock in their place.

Frost tensed as though expecting it to hurt, but his eyes widened as Storm slowly, slowly pushed himself inside. At first, just his tip, but gradually more as Frost relaxed, taking him in. Letting him slide in deeper and deeper.

"Holy hell, you're fucking tight," Storm whispered.

"I don't want to do that, but it's hot to watch," Dallas said. He thrusted up into me harder and faster, but still unhurried.

"It definitely is," I said, rubbing my clit on him just a bit more, creating extra friction. It also opened up more possibilities of things we could do. Things we could explore later.

"I've decided you're right," Storm said to Frost. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"Because you both need me to think for you," Dallas said quickly.

Storm snorted. "You have a hard enough time thinking as it is. Can you think about anything other than fucking Chelsea?"

"Why would I want to?" Dallas asked. "What else is there in life? Fucking and football."

"He has a point." Frost had his eyes closed, stroking himself while Storm thrust in and out of his ass. "Kinda. I don't know if footy is as good as this. It might be time to think about retiring and spending my days like this."

"Of course my cock is that amazing you want to give up footy so I can fuck you with it," Storm said.

"That sounds about right," Frost said. "I can think of worse ways to spend the rest of my life."

"Me too," Dallas said softly. "Can we all call in sick today?"

"I wish we could," I said with a sigh. Even if we didn't have to keep an eye on King and Skinner, I hadn't been with the team for long enough to accumulate any sick leave. Not to mention, it wouldn't be a good look after only being there for a short time.

I admit though, it was fucking tempting. Lying in bed all day with these three guys would be the perfect day.

"Another good reason to retire," Frost said. "We wouldn't have to bother calling in sick. We could just do whatever we wanted all day long."

"You'd be bored in a day or two," Storm told him. "Not of fucking, but not getting out out of the house and being active."

"This building has a gym," Frost pointed out. "We could have food delivered. I see no reason to leave." He stroked himself faster, in rhythm with Storm's hips. They were almost matching Dallas and I stroke for stroke; all of us getting faster, closer to coming.

"Let's talk about it later." Storm's face was strained with effort. Slick with sweat. I could tell by his breathing he was close.

"Is it okay if he comes in your ass?" I asked. I wanted to see that, but it was their choice. Frost in particular.

Storm's brow creased in a brief frown. "Yeah, can I?" He looked annoyed at himself that he hadn't thought to ask first. He'd let himself get lost in the moment and hadn't considered this all the way through.

"Yes, please," Frost said. "I want you to come inside me."

Storm groaned. "Fuck, yeah. Good boy."

Frost eyes widened. "I like that. Being called a good boy."

"You're a very good boy," I told him.

"Chelsea—" Apparently he did like it a lot, because as he said my name, he came, squirting pearly cum over his own fingers.

"Fuck." Storm was right behind him, coming deep and hard inside Frost's ass.

In unison, Dallas and I were right behind them. My pussy tightened around his cock as I came hard, stealing an orgasm from him at the same time. We cried out together, pushing each other harder, milking the bliss for every incredible moment. As if somehow this would be our last time coming together. Both shattering together into a thousand tiny pieces before coming back into our own bodies and sagging together.

"Wow, that was something else," Frost said when he could finally talk again. "I definitely want to do that again."

"You'll definitely be doing that again," Storm told him. "I'm going to wear out your ass and Chelsea's pussy. And both of your mouths."

"If you'll let me, I'll wear yours out too," Frost said, his voice low with uncertainty and a tinge of need. Scared Storm might say no. Hoping like hell he didn't.

"We can wear each other out," Storm said after a moment of hesitation.

He carefully pulled out of Frost and wrapped his arms around the other man, holding him close and speaking without words. He was falling head over heels for Frost, if he hadn't already.

I knew without doubt Frost felt the same way. I was happy for them. Both of them together were fucking adorable. I was honoured to be a part of their lives and family.

I hoped like hell they'd let the other guys in. Right now, I felt like I lived two lives: one with these guys, another with Atlas and Jay. I had a date with them tonight, but I'd have to find a chance for all of us to get together. For them to all get to know each other. One thing at a time.

Right now, the separation gave me a chance to get to know the other two with fewer interruptions and pressure. If we were lucky, and careful, we had plenty of time for more.