Evan rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Same. Can we get to the fucking now? Please?” He indicated his cock, jutting up from the nest of his pubes. “Feeling a little neglected here.”
“You’re a jerk too,” I groused, turning back around, but leaning over him to kiss him again.
“Fair.” He pushed his fingers into my curls and smiled up at me. “Just that this is about to be the best twenty-four hours of my life and I want to get on with it.”
He was right. By this time tomorrow, we’d be Olympic gold medalists. Or not. But we’d be together, the three of us, and the outcome of the tournament didn’t matter as much as that fact.
“Ass up, darling,” Alan said, swatting my backside hard enough to make me yelp.
I didn’t tell him not to do it again though I did hastily assume the desired position.
He didn’t waste time, prepping me quickly while I worked on Evan’s erection as best I could with the distraction. Evan was panting hard and thrusting into my mouth with very little control by the time Alan entered me, his thick cock spreading me wide.
Blow job interrupted, Evan cupped my face, kissing my cheeks, my forehead, praising me as I breathed into the stretch. He took obvious pleasure in watching me re-learn the art of bottoming for Alan.
I was far too distracted by Alan inside me to be able to do Evan any good, but he didn’t seem to care as he stroked himself with one hand and me with his other, watching my face, telling me I was doing an amazing job.
I was on my hands and knees, rocking with Alan’s thrusts, unable to really respond, so Evan got up and brought his cock to my mouth, easing himself inside carefully. Now in a position where all I had to do was receive them both, I closed my eyes and let them take what they wanted.
I did my best, occasionally coherent enough to at least try and give them pleasure, but if I was doing it wrong, neither of them said so.
I barely registered Evan’s warning when he got close, and tried, sloppily, to lick and swallow his come as he released it, but a lot of it landed on my face or dribbled down my chin, and I didn’t much care. His fingers, tight in my hair to the point of bright spots of pain, held me still as he came.
Watching him must have been enough because as the last light pumps of come hit my cheek, Alan roared behind me, hishands on my hips gripping hard, his cock emptying into my body.
The throb of him coming into me reminded me my own dick had been neglected but when I reached for it, Alan grabbed a hand full of my hair, clamped a hand to my chest, and lifted me so I was sitting in his lap, his rod still pumping into me.
“Evan,” he barked, and like that, Evan snapped back into his role, leaning down to swallow my cock.
I came embarrassingly fast, my release flooding his hot mouth.
CHAPTER 36
EVAN
Being a hot,sweaty, commy mess was normally my job, but as Alan and I eased Perry down between us, his blissed-out expression made my heart clench with a weird sort of pride that I had done that. Not by giving endlessly and relentlessly, but by letting him give something to me he rarely let himself give.
He barely stayed awake long enough for me to wipe my come off his face and for Alan to clean his ass. By the time we were done, he lay bonelessly between us, back tucked against Alan’s chest, his hand curled in my hair, legs twined with mine.
Alan reached past him to rest a hand on my waist. “You good?” he whispered past Perry to me.
I nodded.
“Words, precious.”
“I didn’t think he’d truly let go,” I admitted. “I thought it would be more of a struggle for him.”
“It might be, in the morning. This will either leave him more relaxed and able to enjoy the game again, or it will screw him into a mess and we might not win if that’s the case.”
“We might not anyway. The Swiss team is good.”
“They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.”
“I don’t care,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“If we win. It’ll be awesome. But gold or silver.” I sighed and reached to sweep some of his long black hair away so I could see his face better. “Doesn’t really matter. We got here. We made it to that match. I know the whole world is watching. I know Jacob won’t sleep tonight for worrying and being excited for me. I know Perry’s family will still hate him, even if they pretend not to after this and that he’s over them. Mikko and Robbie will still be dancing awkwardly around each other. Michael and Carol will still be… whatever they are.” I let out a contented breath.
