Tristan kissed her nose then sat beside her to kick off his dress shoes. “You all wore my jersey.”
“Course we did.” Cole looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Want to fuck me in it?”
Tristan’s eyes widened then narrowed. “Fuck yes, I do.”
Cole slid his pants off and stood there in the jersey, his cock jutting out proudly in front of him.
Tristan drew me in for a kiss. “You wore it too,” he said.
“Course I did,” I said, mimicking Cole. “You gonna fuck me in it too?”
Tristan took my hand and stroked it up his pierced cock, still soaked from Eva, hardening in my grip. Oh, to have the refectory period of a twenty-two-year-old.
“Coach,” he groaned when I tightened my fingers. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Cole stepped behind Tristan, tangling his fingers in mine. “Or maybe we’ll fuck you instead.”
On the bed, Eva was peeling off layers of clothing, watching us with languid eyes. “I can keep myself busy if you three want to play,” she said, smiling.
“Somebody’s gotta breed Eva,” Tristan said, glancing at Cole with a knowing look.
“Fuck,” Cole breathed, and his cock twitched—breeding Eva was his favorite fantasy.
“On the bed,” Tristan said. “Cole, on your back. Eva, get your pretty pink pussy on his mouth. Coach, behind her.”
We moved, letting our champion take control as he positioned himself on the edge, pushing Cole’s knees up around his shoulders, around Eva.
She leaned forward to take Cole’s cock in her mouth—a bit too short for the angle to be perfect, but we’d never been about perfect.
Cole’s tongue found her immediately, licking through the mess Tristan had left, and Eva moaned around Cole’s cock.
“Such a good girl,” I praised. “Taking care of Cole while we take care of you.”
Tristan was already prepping Cole with lube from the nightstand, one finger, then two, working him open with practiced ease. Cole's hips lifted off the bed at the intrusion, pushing himself deeper into Eva's mouth.
“Gonna take care of you, baby,” Tristan growled, his free hand stroking Cole’s thigh. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Sir,” Eva whined. “Me too.”
I slapped the inside of her thigh. “Cole’s tongue isn’t enough for you, baby girl?”
“I need you,” she breathed. She pulled off Cole’s cock long enough to look back at me. “I want to be full,” she said. “I want all of you.”
“Greedy girl,” I murmured, notching my cock at her entrance. “Our perfect, greedy girl.”
Cole groaned beneath her, his tongue working franticallyat her cunt. “So fucking wet, sparrow. I can taste you and Tris together.”
“That’s right,” I said as I pressed into her. “Taste how well Tristan fucked her. Taste how much she loves belonging to us.”
“How much you belong to me,” Eva said, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Put that mouth back where it belongs, kitten,” Tristan said.
“On my cock,” she sassed back.
“Yeah, sweetheart, Cole’s cock is yours,” Tristan affirmed. “And mine. And Alek’s.”
She took Cole deep into her throat, and I bottomed out inside her.
