“Fuck, so we’re really doing this, huh?” Drew asks, his eyes landing on Brayden.
“Yeah,” Brayden says, kissing the side of my neck. “We are.”
“Are you off the rag yet?” Ashton asks Mia, his hand already sliding up her thigh and into her pajama shorts. She’s currently spread out across the couch, her head in my lap and her legs in Ashton’s.
“Nope,” she says, popping the P. “And as much as I would love for you to take my ass, I need to get to the tutoring center.” She jumps off the couch and blows us each a kiss, then disappears into the bathroom.
“Maybe I should join her,” Ashton muses, adjusting himself. “I bet she’d let me take her in the shower.” He waggles his brows. “Wanna join us? We can tag team her.”
I laugh, glancing at the clock on the wall. I have time… But this would be the first time we’re together without one of us, since Brayden is in class. I came home to grab a quick lunch and ended up getting sucked into the show Mia and Ashton were watching.
I consider it for a moment. It’s one thing to talk about all of us being in a relationship, but it’s another to actually cross that line. If I go in there, it feels like it will solidify things, make it real. At the cabin, what happened could be considered a one-time thing, but if we do it again, and without Bray, it will change everything.
As I’m getting up the courage to stand, Mia comes out in only her towel. “I thought one of you would’ve joined me in the shower.” She pouts playfully, and Ashton jumps up from the couch.
Her brown eyes meet mine and I stand as well. The look of want in her eyes is all I need to see to know that despite how fucking crazy this all is, I want this. I want them. All of them.
When I get into the bathroom, Ashton is already stripping out of his clothes and Mia is dropping her towel. “I call dibs on her ass,” he says, dropping his pants and boxers onto the ground and then joining her in the shower.
Once I’m done removing my clothes, I open the door to the large, double-head shower. Mia and Ashton are already kissing, and his fingers are playing with her pussy. I step in and under the rainfall, enjoying the warm water and the show.
With Mia’s back to me, I step up behind her and kiss her wet, naked shoulder.
“Finger her ass,” Ashton says, handing me the bottle of lube. “Get her ready to take my big dick.”
I squirt some lube onto my fingers and then push one between Mia’s ass cheeks. She groans, kissing Ashton while he fingers her. I pull my finger out, then insert two, pumping them in and out of her tight-ringed hole.
“That’s it, MiMi,” Ashton croons. “Come all over our fingers, baby.” At his words, Mia detonates. Her ass clenches around my fingers and her entire body shakes as she climaxes. Ashton pulls her face to him, kissing her hard. When he pulls back, he says, “Turn around and face Drew.”
She turns toward me, moving her hair out of her face, and I take a moment to appreciate her. Her lips are slightly puffy from kissing Ashton and her rose-dusted nipples are pointed. I can’t decide if I want to kiss her or suck on her tits.
As if she can read my thoughts, she smirks. “My nipples get really sensitive during my period. Be gentle.”
I nod once then take her tits into my hands. I massage one, while my lips wrap around each other. She groans in pleasure, jutting out her chest, silently demanding more.
“Stroke his dick, MiMi,” Ashton tells her. “Make our boy come hard.” He squirts more lube onto her ass and then pushes into her from behind. She moans loudly, grabbing my dick with one hand and my shoulder to hold herself up with the other. I let go of her breast and my mouth locks onto her neck, sucking and licking her wet flesh.
The harder Ashton fucks her, the harder she strokes my dick, and all too soon, my orgasm is rocketing through me at the same time Ashton roars out his own.
When he pulls out of her, she finds her footing and glances up at me. “Next time I want you both,” she says. “Ashton in my ass and you in my pussy.”
Ashton laughs. “No more watching porn for you, MiMi.”
Mia giggles but doesn’t correct him. She’s so fucking cute.
“Shit,” she says, as if remembering something. “I have to get to the tutoring center. I’m going to be late.” She quickly shampoos her hair and washes her body and then hops out, leaving Ashton and me in the shower.
“Be ready to take lots of showers with that dirty girl,” Ashton says to me, loud enough she can hear. “She’s been researching positions that make me blush.”
She laughs at his words as she exits the bathroom.
“Do you think Brayden could fit in here with us?” I ask as I soap down my front, my eyes skimming over Ashton’s lean, but still muscular frame.
“We’ll make him fit.” He smirks. “Just like we all fit in that bed.”
His mouth is twisted into a devious grin that I crave to taste. Leaning forward, I kiss his naughty lips. It’s a sweet kiss, nothing more. We’ve come and are sated, but I just wanted to taste him.
Because I can.
Because we’ve agreed this is okay.
And it feels pretty fucking right.
He nips at my lips as he soaps me down. I’ll be down to fuck the moment my dick is ready to play again. The idea of being with Ashton that way excites me. Just like I felt with Mia. This whole thing feels pretty damn good. Weird as fuck, but fantastic.
“Feed me before you fuck me, Coach,” Ashton says, nipping at my bottom lip, a move that does wake my dick back up. “Pretty please.”
“You’re fucking spoiled,” I playfully tease.
“You like spoiling me, Daddy.” He can’t even say that shit with a straight face before he loses it to hysterical laughing.
I turn the water off and step out of the shower, chuckling at his words as I grab a towel and throw one to Ashton. After we’ve both dried off, we wrap our towels around our torsos and head out to get dressed. I hear a door slam shut and assume it’s Mia leaving, so I’m shocked when I step out of the bathroom and find Curtis standing in the doorway of Ashton’s bedroom.
Fuck.
I freeze, unable to move or speak. Ashton squeezes past me, giving my ass a smack before he also screeches to a halt.
“What the hell did you do?” Curtis growls at his son.
It guts me that it’s automatically Ashton’s fault. It’s not. This was us, not him. A group effort, not Ashton being the villain and dragging us all to the dark side with him.
“Curtis, let me explain—” I start, choking out my words.
“I came on to him,” Ashton snaps, cutting me off. “That’s what I do, Pops. I swing my dick around, hoping it lures in all your friends and colleagues just to fuck with your mind.”
Curtis’s face turns crimson and his hazel eyes harden. “I told you not to mess with him. He’s a coach and you’re the fucking dean’s son, for crying out loud! You know how bad this looks on me?”
Ashton, God love him, doesn’t even flinch, though I know it hurts that his father sees him as anything but the perfect, hilarious, kind man he is.
“Don’t worry, Dad, I didn’t fuck him and he didn’t fuck me. Looks like you stepped in just in time to intervene.”