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Chapter Seven

Chelsea

We barely got through the door when the guys started taking my clothes off, layer by layer. They worked together to ease off my jumper and shirt, then shoes, jeans and socks.

"You were right," Jay said breathlessly. "She is gorgeous." He took a moment to admire me before tearing off his shoes and throwing them in the direction of the door like they offended him by being on his feet.

"She's more than gorgeous," Atlas matched his reverent tone. "She's incredible. Wait until you hear her come."

"I'm not sure I can wait," Jay said. He stepped around behind me and unhooked my bra before Atlas tugged it down my arms and dropped it onto the floor with the rest of my clothes.

"You two are overdressed," I told them. I was standing in only my panties and they were still dressed.

"She has a point," Jay said. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and dragged them all the way down my legs. He waited until I stepped out of them before flicking them aside. He placed his hands on my ankles and ran them slowly back up my legs and over my ass.

"I don't know who has a harder ass, you or Atlas," he said. He straightened up to grab a handful of the other player's ass. He gave both a squeeze. "I think it's a tie."

"I think it's a tie between you and her too," Atlas said. "Let's call it a-three-way tie."

"It's about to be a three-way something," I said. Hell yeah, bring it on. "But you're still overdressed."

I turned to face them both and placed my hands on my hips. Eyebrows raised, I watched them, wanting, needing them both. Wanting and needing to see more of them.

They exchanged a glance before they turned to each other and started to help each other out of their clothes. Button down shirts, jeans and socks went flying. Everything until they were down to their boxer shorts. Both with erections on display under the silky fabric.

"That's better," I said approvingly. "I feel like I'm in a museum.”

"Because Atlas is so old?" Jay teased. He grinned at his boyfriend.

I assumed at this point that was the right word for them. Even if they hadn't discussed it yet, it seemed appropriate.

"Fuck off," Atlas said with a laugh. "I'm only a couple of months older than you."

"Old enough," Jay said smartly.

"Have I told you recently you suck?" Atlas teased.

"Only if you're lucky." Jay turned to me. "I'm sorry, we're like this a lot." He actually blushed.

"I think it's adorable," I said. The more I saw of them, the more apparent their adoration became. I was starting to adore them both too. How could I not?

"Why does it feel like a museum?" Atlas asked, apparently done waiting to find out that 'vital' fact.

"Because you both look like statues," I said. I looked them up and down appreciatively. They were all muscle, carefully chiseled away by a master carver. With scars here and there for good measure.

"You're right, Atlas does," Jay agreed. "So do you. But I don't think anyone could imagine, or carve, bodies as beautiful as either of yours." His hungry gaze took us both in like we were dessert.

"Or yours," Atlas said softly. He grabbed the front of Jay's boxers and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

The moment their lips met, my blood ignited. Watching and listening to them, seeing the connection between them, the way their bodies responded to each other. Hot didn't come close to describing it. This was so much more than physical.

Expressing their feelings for each other like this, it was emotional too. Like somehow they'd held back before now, but they were done with that. They were going to embrace what they had, nurture it.

I wouldn't take any credit for it, but I'd support them fully. The same way I supported Storm and Frost's exploration of each other. The way I'd support any of them, in any way they needed.

They finally came up for air and both reached for me, grabbing my hands and tugging me towards the bed. We all fell in a heap of arms and legs and skin. Laughing, the guys slipped out of their boxer shorts, letting their erections spring free, finally giving me a good look at their cocks.

Atlas' was slightly longer, but Jay's was thicker. Neither were pierced, but they were both as much works of art as the rest of their bodies were. Thick, engorged and already leaking pre-cum.

Jay lay on one side of me, his mouth descending on my breast, drawing my nipple between his lips and sucking softly.

Atlas lay on the other, lightly kissing my mouth before sliding his tongue between my lips and tasting my teeth and tongue.

I kissed him back, letting our tongues tangle, tasting the risotto he'd eaten for dinner. That and a hint of salt, maybe a little of the flavour from Jay's mouth. Either way, it was delicious and I wanted more.

Jay moved over to the other nipple, giving it the same careful treatment he'd given the first. Swirling his tongue around my sensitive peak, sending heat right between my legs.

I was already wet, but they were quickly making me drenched.

Jay moved away from my breasts, slowly kissing down my body. Down between my legs where he parted my thighs and tasted my pussy with the tip of his tongue.

I quivered. It wasn't going to take much for me to come.

"Yum," Jay said. He smiled up at me before diving back in for more.

Atlas went on kissing my mouth, while rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching lightly, then firmer when I moaned my appreciation.

"You like it a little rough?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do," I whispered. "I like it every way you can give it to me."

"Every way, hmmm?" he asked. "That leaves a lot of possibilities."

I looked over at him, wondering what he was thinking. I got the impression he could be creative.

"It does, doesn't it?" I said.

"Jay," he said.

Jay stopped mid-lick to look up at us. At some signal I couldn't see, he moved out from between my legs. Both of them pulled me off the bed and moved me over to stand in front of my tall dressing mirror.

Jay dropped himself to his knees in front of me, before opening my legs again and pressing his face back between them.

Atlas stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. "Isn't that a pretty sight?" He cupped my breasts and palmed my nipples while Jay feasted on my pussy.

I looked down at him, but Atlas caught my chin with his finger and tilted it back up.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror. Watch yourself while he tastes you. Watch my hands on you."

I watched my reflection as both men lavished attention on my body. I watched my hips roll as Jay brought me closer and closer to coming.

Atlas dragged a hand down my back to grip my ass. He pressed his fingers between my cheeks and over my rear hole. "Look how I'm touching you." He wiggled the tip of his finger into my ass, pushing it in deeper. "You like that."

"Yes, I do," I said. "So much."

"Good," he whispered. "You're going to come. You're going to watch yourself come. Say it back to me."

"I'm going to watch myself come," I said. My cheeks were pink, my whole body on fire from their touch. I'd had lots of sex, but never watched myself like this. It was erotic and beautiful at the same time.

"Make her come," Atlas said to Jay. "I want you to hear her."

Jay looked up at him and nodded slightly, without breaking the rhythm of his teasing licks.

My eyes fluttered closed.

"Open your eyes," Atlas ordered, in a tone that would have made Storm proud. "Watch yourself come."

I forced my eyes open just as the orgasm took hold of my body. I watched myself rock back and forth against Jay's face. His head bobbed, drawing out my orgasm for longer and longer. Making the bliss last for a minute, two. Maybe too many for me to count.

As I came, Atlas impaled me further and further on his finger. So deep that by the time I came down, he was all the way inside me. I had no words for how good it felt.

Finally, he pulled his finger free and bent me forward until the palms of my hands were pressed against the glass of the mirror.

"Now you're going to watch me fuck you," he said softly. His reflection was beside mine as he stroked his cock a couple of times. Finally, he positioned himself outside my pussy and pressed himself inside me. With one stroke, he was all the way inside.

I gasped aloud at the sudden sensation of being completely filled. So perfectly full, all the way to the brim.

Over my shoulder, he watched himself pull out of me before slamming back in again. Over and over he thrust, harder and harder. He gave me everything, holding back nothing.

Jay was still on his knees, watching us, his hand curled around his own cock. He stroked himself in time with Atlas' thrusts, his hips rolling along with mine.

"You feel incredible," Atlas whispered near my ear. "I knew you would. Your pussy was made for me. For us."

At a nod from Atlas, Jay rose on his knees and started to stroke my clit with the tip of two fingers.

"We want you to come again," Jay said. The first thing he'd said in a while. He continued to pump himself with one hand while he worked me with the other.

"I want you both to come," I whispered.

"Atlas," Jay said. "I want to see you come inside her."

"Fuck, Jay," Atlas whispered in protest. "You're going to make me come, just saying that."

"Good," Jay said unapologetically. "Come inside her. Fill her up. Just like you've filled me up before." He worked me harder, his fingers grazing Atlas' cock at the same time as he teased my clit.

"Mmm, please," I begged. "Come inside me."

Atlas grunted and let go, slamming into me a couple more times before he came hard, crying out and spilling himself inside my body.

At the same time, I came again, harder and faster than before. My cries matched Atlas', like a beautiful choir.

I was just coming down when Jay got to his feet, pumping himself again until he came, squirting cum over my stomach and hip. Leaving me warm and sticky.

"Fuck, that was hot," Atlas said. slowly and carefully, he pulled out of me and helped me to straighten back up.

"It is for starters," Jay said. His hand on my upper arm, he guided me back to the side of the bed. He sat me down and knelt between my legs. "It's only fair to clean you up."

Once again, he parted my legs and started to lick Atlas' cum as it leaked out of my pussy.