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CHAPTER 34

ALKA

I can’t remember the last time I paced because I was nervous. It was the right decision not to tell Roux about the email or talking to the dean while he was in class and certainly not over the phone after he was finished. I know that. But I have a feeling I know exactly how he’s going to react, and I don’t even blame him.

There’s a part of me that agrees with Harper. I want to cancel the season entirely, and if this decision wouldn’t affect the entire league, I would, but we have commitments to other schools. We have travel plans already in place and booked. We have teams counting on us to play.

Besides, it’s not right to punish the whole team for the actions of a few even though this entire situation leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Granted, I know that a third of my team is new, but it feels like I don’t know these kids at all. Like we haven’t bonded over the previous year in the same way I have with my returning players. I never would have guessed that they’d behave this way, not only toward me but toward one of their teammates.

I’m disgusted. Disappointed. And honestly, I think I feel a little bit betrayed. Those who acted the absolute worst weren’t new players. This is Jeff’s third year on my team. I never would have guessed he’d be the loudest gross voice.

Then again, I wouldn’t have thought any of them would have been. That’s why I trusted them with the truth.

I’ve never put a lot of stock into the saying “If only I knew then what I know now,” but it feels like those words are branded on my soul. This beautiful thing should have been kept between the three of us.

Fortunately, I don’t think it’s placed more stress or pressure on our relationship. As far as that’s concerned, we’re fine. Perfect. But it is an unnecessary worry because of the involvement of admin. We will be fine. That doesn’t mean this isn’t going to be difficult to get through.

The front door opens, and I spin on my heel to look at Roux. He gives me a smile as he kicks off his shoes, closes the door, and drops his bag all at the same time. Then he’s across the space and in my arms. Or maybe I moved to him. It’s hard to say.

I hug him tightly, kissing him in a way that I’m sure he knows something’s up. I drop my hands down his fine ass and grab his thighs, pulling his feet off the floor and wrapping his legs around my waist. He grins against my mouth but doesn’t stop kissing me. Maybe he needs it too.

Oscar’s in the living room. He looks up when we enter and sets his laptop on the table. I place my knee between his legs and bring Roux and me down on top of him. He smiles and brushes a kiss along Roux’s neck.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from Roux’s. I love how his cheeks are flushed. “I need to tell you something.”

His brows immediately knit together. “Okay.”

“I received an email this morning that threatened to tell the dean about our relationship if I didn’t remove you from the team.”

Roux sharply inhales.

“So… I took the matter to Dean Cooke.”

Now, his eyes widen. “What? ”

“I presented him with all the evidence that we met beforehand and didn’t realize we were heading to the same place over the summer. I told him that I’ve removed myself from the position directly superior to you so I wouldn’t unconsciously give you special treatment. I told him that I’m happy to remain in that position until you graduate. I also showed him the email.”

Roux shakes his head. “What did he say?”

“He said that he’d seen the video of Jeff’s outburst yesterday, and he supports whatever decision I make in regard to him even though he’d like to see that he’s removed from the team. He asked me to forward the email to him so he could take the matter to IT. They can track the IP and find who sent it.”

“It’s Jeff, isn’t it?”

“That’s my assumption. Actually, that’s my only guess. Given how volatile he’s been since we made the announcement, then yesterday’s actions… I’ll be shocked if it wasn’t him.”

Roux shakes his head. Oscar’s softly kissing his neck and shoulder as I relay this information. I’ve told Oscar some of it already but not all the details since I knew I’d have to repeat them.

“And… What about you and me? Is that it? Can we go on the way we have been?”

I rest my head on his and sigh. “He said he trusted me and the structure we have in place, but especially after yesterday’s public embarrassment and in light of the email, the decision is now going to be out of his sole authority.”

Roux closes his eyes. I can feel him cringe. “Alka?—”

“Don’t get ahead of this. We’re not the first student/admin couple that’s come out of RDU,” I say.

“We’re not?”

“No. I’ve also checked the handbook, and it’s not against the rules to date the students. It is forbidden to participate in quid pro quo—demanding sexual favors in exchange for special treatment or grades. ”

He huffs. “Well, that should go without saying.”

“It should. Someone somewhere made it necessary to not only require it in every policy book in the state, and it’s also part of harassment laws in most states.”

Roux shakes his head. “I’m not surprised.”

“For now, we’re keeping soccer canceled while we wait to hear from admin.”

“I’m just going to quit,” he says.

“No, you’re not. Neither of us is going to make any decisions until we talk to admin.”

“This has gotten way out of hand,” he complains.

“It has. Unfairly. I wish someone would have talked me out of telling the team,” I admit. “But regardless of what happens in the next few days, we’re going to get through it and we’re going to be perfectly fine. I promise.”

Roux doesn’t answer.

“How about we take a break from this for a while?” Oscar says. Roux shivers as Oscar gently nips at his ear. “I know not thinking about it isn’t going to make it go away, but you deserve a break from how heavy this is. Don’t you?”

Roux sighs. “Yeah. What do you want to do?”

“I have some ideas,” Oscar says. “Orgasms don’t fix everything or make it go away, but they’re a good way to let go of some stress.”

Roux’s cheeks heat again, a beautiful shade of pink. He nods. “Okay.”

Oscar’s hand moves down Roux’s stomach from where it had been resting on his chest. I feel it between us as he pushes further south until he can cup Roux’s cock. Roux’s body jerks slightly, and he releases a heavy breath. He moans quietly, his eyelids closing until they’re nothing but slits.

For a moment, I just watch his face as he relaxes into Oscar’s touch. The way he’s rubbing Roux through his pants. Since I’m lying on top of Roux, I feel exactly what he’s doing. The rhythmic movement as he strokes, rubs, and squeezes Roux. He’s not doing it to me, but my blood is already running hot.

I kiss Roux before backing away and stripping out of my clothes. His eyes open a little more so he can watch me. This is far from the first time we’ve used the living room for orgasms, so I don’t have to go far for some lube.

With lube in hand, I hover over Roux. “Want to get undressed, sweetheart?”

He nods.

Oscar helps me strip him down before slipping out from under him. Roux is one of the sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. As the husband of an adult content creator, I’ve seen my fair share of hot men, but none of them hold even a birthday candle to either of mine.

Roux watches me, his lips parted, but there’s still stress in his eyes. I hate that I’m part of the reason it’s there. It’s unfair to him. I might not have been the cause, but it was my idea to tell the team. Now, he’s suffering because of it.

“You’re breathtaking,” I say as I climb between his legs and wrap my hand around his hard dick.

His lips curve a little. “Not to sound like a child, but no, you are.”

I laugh and lean down so I can take him into my mouth. Roux groans. It’s one of those sounds that’s deep and guttural. Finally . I bring him to the back of my throat before wrapping a hand around his dick so I can jerk him in time with me sucking him.

The couch shifts behind me, and I feel Oscar’s wet fingers at my hole. It’s difficult to concentrate on one of these men over the other, especially when Oscar’s fingers sink into me. I grunt, curling my back down so my ass is sticking out, then try to focus on Roux’s dick and giving him pleasure.

I’m shit at splitting this kind of attention though. Being worked open as Roux makes such sexy sounds... It’s torture. The good kind of torture .

I try my best to make Oscar’s masterful work with his fingers into background sensations and listen to Roux moan. There’s almost a harmony to it. I suck on him in different ways, swirling my tongue and flicking his cockhead to see if I can modify his tenor. It’s a huge adrenaline rush when I can.

“I’m going to come,” Roux gasps.

Oh no. We can’t have that. I release his dick with a wet pop of my mouth. “How do you feel about me riding your cock, Roux?” I ask.

The quiet little whimper that leaves his mouth has my dick leaking. He nods eagerly. “Yes.”

Oscar hands me a condom as if he already knew where this was leading. Glancing at him over my shoulder, he’s smirking. He definitely knows.

I wrap Roux’s dick in a condom then climb onto his lap. We adjust on the couch a bit until we’re in a position that’s more accommodating, then Oscar reaches around me to stroke some lube onto his dick.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Roux,” I say as I reach under me to set his dick into place.

He starts to answer, but his words cut off as I slide down his cock. He groans the sexiest sound as I sink onto him.

Heat washes over my body like the sun just came out. I can’t catch my breath as I lift up only to lower myself back onto him. His hands land on my thighs, then move up to hips. His grip is tight as I begin to ride him.

Roux’s hips move with mine so we’re meeting in the middle. I think his expression might mirror my own as we stare at each other, unable to look away. Does he feel the way ribbons circle us? Tying us together? Making him an irrevocable part of me?

Oscar moves behind me. His hand is gentle on my back as he guides me forward. “Can Oscar join us?” I ask. Maybe I get the words out. I mean to ask at any rate.

I must have said them out loud because Roux nods. “Yes.”

“His dick with yours,” I clarify .

“In your ass? At the same time?”

Oscar chuckles, his lips brushing my shoulder. “If that’s okay, Roux.”

“Yes. Definitely. That sounds hot.”

I lean further forward, bringing myself down so my face is in Roux’s, giving Oscar better access to my hole. We’re still staring into each other’s eyes as Oscar’s fingers join Roux’s dick inside me. One, then two. Three. He continues to stretch me as Roux moves within me.

“This feels incredible,” Roux says. “I can’t wait for all three of us to connect like this.”

I rest my forehead on his. “I feel like I’ve waited for this moment for my entire life, Roux.”

He nods. “I wish I’d met you two years ago. I’d say sooner, but people get weird about ages when you’re seventeen years and three-hundred-sixty-four days. One more day, and you’re exactly eighteen years. Somehow, that makes all the difference like it’s a magic threshold we cross.”

Oscar chuckles behind me and shifts closer, the head of his dick pressing against my hole with Roux’s. Roux stops moving.

“Age is a funny thing,” Oscar says. “We focus on it far more in modern times than anyone ever did in history.”

If he keeps talking, I don’t know. I lose his words once his cockhead presses inside me, joining Roux’s dick. I gasp, groan, and close my eyes. He’s gentle, his hand moving over my ass cheek lightly. Soothingly. Encouragingly.

My entire body burns as he gets deeper. Deeper . Fire erupts over my skin and floods me. I can’t breathe.

Wow. I don’t hate this at all. We can do this every night. Every day. Every hour.

Maybe I said that out loud since both men laugh. There’s a moment when we’re still. When Oscar is deep inside me and I’m nothing but a vessel for their dicks. My lungs struggle to take in another breath. I just feel so much. So, so much.

Then he’s moving, just Oscar at first, but soon, Roux is too. I’m nothing but a bundle of nerves. Pleasure inundates me, though the burning of being stretched so wide doesn’t fade away completely. It’s there, but it’s wonderful. It adds so damn much.

I feel so full. Not just my hole but my chest. My head. Everything about me feels filled to the brim. Bursting at the seams. Ready to overflow with torrents of… of…

A hand wraps around my dick and jerks me. It’s not in time to the fucking in my ass. I’ve lost all control of myself. I don’t know what sounds I’m making or if I’m moving at all. I’m just feeling. A feeling I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to lose this. I want to commit it to memory so I can look back on it for the rest of my life.

When my orgasm hits, it feels like I’m a rag doll and all the seams holding me together suddenly split. I’m shook, my body shuddering as it rolls out of me in waves. Surges of pleasure leave me breathless until I’m nothing but a limp sack of skin spread out across Roux’s chest.

“We can do that again,” I slur. “Give me a minute to catch my breath.”

Roux’s breathless laughter makes me want to smile. I’m not sure if I do. His arms wrap around me, then Oscar’s there, too, burning this one perfect moment into me for the rest of my life. I’m going to write hymns about this. Sonnets.

The druggy good feeling begins to slip, and my face scrunches. Okay. Maybe I need to wait more than a few minutes for round two. My ass kind of stings.

I’ll probably write an epic love song about that, too.