Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  Connor catches sight of me in the mirror. “Oh, hey.”

  “Your music is too loud.”

  “Will you get my back?”

  I cross my arms and don’t move. “With?”

  “Popcorn body spray.”

  “You’re fucking with me.”

  He turns to look at me, his limp dick dangling all around. “I read that it drives chicks wild. It’s an aphrodisiac for them.”

  I snatch up a towel from his bed and throw it at him. It hits his leg and falls to the floor. “Cover up your junk. I can’t have a conversation with you like this.”

  “You see me naked all the time.”

  “And it’s starting to get old. Also, girls don’t want a man smelling like butter.”

  “Not according to the internet.”

  “I assume you’re talking about some dumb meme on Facebook. You can’t believe everything that shows up in your feed.”

  He scowls. “No. I read it somewhere else.”

  “Instagram?”

  “No.” He diverts his eyes.

  “You’re an awful liar.”

  He tosses the spray on the bed and yanks on some pants.

  “Tracey-Ann doesn’t care what you smell like,” I tell him. “She’s proven that just by coming back every week.”

  I sit on Connor’s bed and glance at the clock above the doorway. The woman in mention is due for her latest visit in about ten minutes.

  My body sparks with energy at the thought of her. Without meaning to, Tuesday has become the day I look forward to the most. With it being the football off season, it’s gotten harder to not think about Tracey-Ann every day. In between classes and workout sessions she’s there, always resting in the back of my head.

  We’ve strictly kept our meet-ups to once a week. It’s good that way. It keeps the boundaries clear. Tracey-Ann is nothing more than the girl Connor and I hook up with.

  The only girl.

  Our girl.

  Each weekend I want to call her up and ask her to come over I stop myself. Connor and I already laid down the rules. It’s once a week and no more.

  Just hooking up with a girl regularly is new for me. Sometimes I like it and sometimes thinking about it makes me sick. No matter what, though, I never feel the need to get up with any other girl. It’s still Tracey-Ann or no one.

  Someone knocks on the door. Connor flies across the room to yank it open.

  Tracey-Ann walks in, her hair in a high ponytail and a loose sweater hanging off her shoulders. She drops her backpack on the floor and bats her lashes at Connor. “Hey.”

  He presses his palm against her waist and kisses her.

  I clear my throat. They break their kiss to look at me.

  “Am I invisible now?” I ask.

  It’s a joke, but Tracey-Ann frowns. She sashays across the room, her hips swinging with each step.

  “Sorry.” She rests her hand on my shoulder. “You’re both equally cute. What am I supposed to do?”

  Connor mimics getting stabbed in the heart. “Awww, she called us cute! The agony.”

  I loop my arms around Tracey-Ann's waist and pull her into my lap. With her legs laid across mine and her arms around my neck, she's right where she needs to be.

  “Cute is good,” she protests.

  “Sexy is better,” Connor points out. “Or dashing.”

  She giggles. “Fine. You guys are dashing. Hey, guess what? I just got a call and...” She pauses for dramatic effect. “I got a summer internship at a really amazing theater company!”

  “Sweet,” Connor crows. He whips the swivel chair out from his desk and takes a seat facing us. “Which company?”

  “This one in Nashville.”

  The last word enters my stomach and turns into a fist. “Nashville?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be there from May to August.”

  I feel Connor’s eyes on me. His thoughts are practically audible. Who are we going to hook up with?

  Forget any of the other girls we’ve gotten with. If they can’t be chill with just one of us they’re going to be able to handle both Connor and me.

  “That’s a long time,” Connor dully says.

  Tracey-Ann slumps slightly against me. “I guess… I mean, it’s just summer break. Weren’t you two going to go home for it? Football season is over, right?”

  “Naw,” Connor answers. “No skipping out for us. Not for the whole summer anyway. We need to stay around here and train.”

  There’s a metallic taste in my mouth. I twist my lips around, trying to get rid of it. Three months.

  Previous summers never seemed this long.

  “Nashville men are no good,” I say. “You should know that.”

  Tracey-Ann looks down at me through dark lashes. “Oh, really? And what gives you the authority to say that?”

  “This.” I push my fingers between her thighs and tease her clit through her jeans. She makes a sharp noise of pleasure.

  “What are you wearing those pants for?” I question.

  She looks at me in confusion. “Well Kade, it’s not quite spring yet. It’s kind of early to break out the bikinis.”

  “Take them off,” I bark.

  Her eyes go wide. She loves me to order her around. Standing, she kicks off her boots and unzips her jeans. They’re skin tight and she has to roll them off. I lean back into my hands and watch.

  With the pants on the floor, she pulls off her sweater and t-shirt. Her round melon tits bulge beneath her bra. I reach over and hook a finger in the waistband of her panties. I yank her towards me and catch her by the hip.

  Her pussy is right at my face level, her aroused scent drifting over my nose. I push her panties to the side and tease my tongue across her mound. Tracey-Ann’s hands burrow into my hair and she relaxes under my touch.

  I lick her up and down, leaving no spot untouched. Her hips greedily thrust against my mouth, but I ignore the silent request for a faster pace. I like to have her begging for more. Give her everything at once and she won’t have anything to come back for.

  Taking the panties in my teeth, I work them down her thighs. Standing, I spin her around and throw her onto the bed. She hits it with a shriek.

  I crawl onto the bed and make my way for her. Connor climbs onto the bed at the top. He’s fully naked and erect, ready to take Tracey-Ann.

  Tracey-Ann lifts herself onto her forearms and watches me. Her nipples make hard indents in her bra cups and sticky juices coat her inner thighs. My dick roars and presses against my pants.

  I work frantically at my clothes and undress all the way. Connor straddles Tracey-Ann's face and shoves his dick into her mouth. It pokes the inside of her cheek then slides down her throat. She gurgles and grabs at his thighs.

  My dick oozes with painful need. I make a quick move for the side drawer and snatch up a condom. My hands shake as I roll it over my shaft. A fever heats up my veins.

  Tracey-Ann gags on Connor’s dick, each thrust of him in her mouth making her choke. I push her legs open and tease her slit with my dick. She opens her thighs wider.

  Taking a deep breath, I ram into her. Her walls wrap around me like a glove. Tracey-Ann cries out onto Connor’s dick.

  I arch my back and drive in further, going in deeper than I thought I could. Tracey-Ann shudders and makes a noise of pained pleasure. I pull out and ram into her again, each deep nailing making her mine.

  Connor pulls out of her mouth and turns around. Facing her backward, he drives his cock between her lips and reaches for her pussy.

  He makes hard, quick strokes on her clit. Her walls clamp around my cock. They swell with pleasure. She’s shaking, getting close to an eruption.

  She comes with a fury, her pussy holding onto me for dear life. Connor groans and releases into her mouth. I seal my eyes shut and bury myself one last time. Ecstasy rips across me and my load explodes.

  I pull away from Tracey-Ann and settle onto the end of the bed, my feet planted on the floor. Her feathered breathing dri
fts across my shoulder. Connor says something I don’t catch.

  I glance over my shoulder. They’re lying on their sides facing each other.

  “Yeah,” she agrees. She laughs and he joins in.

  Irritation gathers in my chest. My heart painfully squeezes.

  Nashville.

  It’s a bigger city, one full of people. Tracey-Ann could get into any amount of trouble there. She could do anything or meet anyone.

  My fingers curl into my palm. I look away from the bed and grab for my pants.

  13

  Tracey-Ann

  Lily finishes swiping on her lipstick and closes her compact shut. “Naughty nude. What do you think?”

  “Looks good on you,” I say from my perch on the end of my bed. “But what other nudes are there? Nice Nude? Nun nude? Nasty nude?”

  She winks. “Depends on all the things a person can get up to while naked. You should know better than anyone.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m not some expert on sex just because...”

  “No, I’m pretty sure you are, sweet girl.”

  I bite back a smile and look down at my hands.

  Lily jumps up and slips on her jean jacket. “Too bad you’re not going to see them till you come back this summer.”

  “Actually...”

  Her eyebrows pop up. “Actually?”

  “They’re coming over right now.”

  “You are a naughty nudie! I’m going to be suffering through Choral while you’re getting banged at both ends. Where’s the fairness in that?” She picks a notebook up from the floor and shoves it in her tote bag. “Hold up. I thought you only met up with them on Tuesdays. Didn’t you see them yesterday?”

  I shrug. “Yeah, but this is different. I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Sorry, what?”

  “Sounds like things are changing.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. They’re just coming over because I’m going to be gone for the summer. It’s still just sex.”

  She eyes me like I’m stupid. “Okay,” she cryptically answers. “You mean they’re not going to hook up with any other girls?”

  “I...” My shoulders slump. It’s something I purposefully avoid thinking about. “I don’t know. I guess they are.”

  “You think they are even though they’re coming over here on a special day?”

  “Why would that change anything?”

  “Have a good time," she sing-songs.

  “Lily!”

  She waggles her fingers at me and breezes through the door. It snaps closed with a click.

  There’s no time to mull over her words. My phone buzzes with a text from Kade. They’re here.

  I rush down the hallway and hover near the front door. There’s a dorm monitor but the desk is often empty. I’m in luck. The foyer is clear.

  I dash across the floor and open the front door. Kade and Connor hustle in. I grab their hands and sprint back to my room.

  Part of the fun of meeting up in my dorm is the danger of possibly getting caught. It fuels the excitement of the whole thing. I hold my breath all the way to my room.

  I close the door, lock it, and let out a good, long exhale. I turn around and nearly bump into Kade. He slips his arms around me and nips at my ear lobe.

  “Hi,” I respond.

  Connor perches against the windowsill. “I can’t believe you’re leaving for the whole summer.”

  “Lots of people do,” I tell him.

  Kade’s fingers creep up my neck and gather back together in my hair. “You’re not lots of people.”

  He kisses the spot below my ear. A shiver ripples down my back. I close my eyes and let my head roll back. Kade picks me up and carries me to my bed. He lays me down on it and leans over me.

  “You’re not,” he repeats.

  He stares down at me, his gaze hard and intense. A wave of warmth goes through me. It’s going to be hard letting them go for the summer, but I’m excited about the internship. I’m going to be working directly under the theater’s main stage manager. Turning the opportunity down isn’t an option.

  No matter what I’m leaving behind.

  Kade leans down and kisses me. His lips move slowly across mine, soft and almost tender. It’s a kiss that’s different than any others. It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

  His hands push under the bottom of my shirt. They go over my stomach and find my bare breasts. He massages them, rolling and lightly twisting them around. His tongue flicks across mine and electric desire travels through me.

  Kade stops kissing me and his hands leave my chest to pull my shirt off. He pushes his palms between my back and the bed and lifts me slightly. He scoots me to the far side of the bed and hovers above me.

  Connor comes and lays on his side next to me. Kade gives me another kiss and turns my face sideways. Connor presses his mouth against mine and squeezes my breast. His stiff bulge rubs against my hip. I run my hands over his jeans. Heat from his cock permeates the fabric and warms my fingers.

  Kade undoes and pulls my pants and underwear off while I kiss Connor. He settles against my back and kisses my shoulder. I’m pressed sideways between the two of them, packed in like a sardine.

  Four hands trail over my naked curves. Something about the touches makes it feel like the first time. Their fingers are soft and exploratory. Connor’s tongue bounces across my teeth and Kade sucks a spot on my neck raw.

  A hand parts the back of my thighs and fingers my folds. Kade nudges himself inside me and finds my sensitive spot. He fingers me slowly while kissing the back of my neck. Pleasure spirals and wraps around me. I kiss Connor with everything I’ve got and tighten my grip on his bulge.

  His dick jumps in my hand. I start to undo his belt and fumble a bit. He grins against my lips and reaches down to help me. His pants and boxers slide off and his dick presses against my leg.

  Connor takes my top leg and hooks it over his hip. His bulging point rubs along my inner thigh, dangerously close to my opening. I open my jaw wider and his tongue beats against the sides of my mouth. He cups my chin, holding me in place.

  Kade keeps his pace inside of me slow, but the pressure builds up. Pleasure slowly builds and ebbs over me. I rock my hips back and forth, magnetically drawn towards both men.

  Kade pulls his finger out of me. My channel aches in protest and I murmur into Connor’s mouth.

  The bed shifts behind me as Kade undoes his clothes. Connor wraps his hand around my neck and we keep kissing.

  A wrapper rips and Kade falls back down next to me. His dick presses against the bottom of my butt. He lifts my top leg and slides his tip along my folds.

  With a firm and slow thrust, he enters me from behind. My pussy stretches and I moan onto Connor’s tongue.

  Kade holds onto my hips and lethargically pushes up into me. Connor tears his mouth from mine and shimmies down the bed. He plants his lips on one of my nipples and sucks lightly.

  Kade's mouth finds my jaw. I turn my head to the side in an attempt to access his mouth. His lips graze against the side of mine. I kiss him messily, the pleasure ravaging my body distracting me. Heat like molten lava forms where the base of his dick hits and flows down through me. Connor switches breasts, sucking the fresh nipple and twisting the other one between fingers.

  It’s shocks of ecstasy, each greater than the last. I arch my back, pushing my hips against Kade and my chest against Connor.

  Without warning, I burst. I turn my face towards the pillow and groan into its soft case. Kade slows down, taking my pleasure and stretching it out. It travels into my toes and back up my legs, a feeling like none I’ve ever had.

  I dig my fingers into Connor’s shoulder and yank him back towards my face. He gets the hint and dislodges from my breast. His hands grasp at the back of my head and his lips connect with mine.

  Kade smoothly pops out of me. Connor wraps his arms around my back and pulls me towards him. He settles
on his back and locks me against his chest. I slide down to kiss him and as I do his dick slips inside of me.

  I sit up straight and grind against his girth. The full length buried in me, I rock my hips back and forth. Kade lays on the bed watching and lightly stroking his dick. I lock my gaze on his. Hunger flashes in his hazel depths and he reaches his free hand over. Soft fingers trail over my thigh and up my waist.

  Connor holds my thighs and pulses up into me. I close my eyes and give myself over. I ride him like ocean waves, sensing each new thrust and giving myself over to their force.

  I open my eyes a bit and peer at Kade’s dick. He’s stripped the condom off. His engorged tip bulges between his fingers. My mouth waters. I need to have both men in me. I need to taste Kade as Connor claims me.

  I lift myself off from Connor and collapse onto Kade’s legs. We’re a tangled mess of limbs on the small bed but he doesn’t seem to care. His hand leaves his dick and he watches me.

  Taking the base of his dick in one hand, I feather my other fingers over his balls. His chest sharply rises and his eyelids half close.

  I put one leg on either side of Kade, edge my knees down the bed, and lean over his hips. The musky aroma from his dick floats over my lips. I poke my tongue over his tip. Salty pre-cum kisses my mouth. I want to take his whole member in but I hold back. Inch my inch, I pull his length into my mouth.

  Kade’s eyes squeeze shut and his jaw slackens. The ecstatic look on his face makes my heart rate pick up.

  Connor gets behind me and takes hold of my hips. He spreads my thighs and powerfully thrusts into me. I take in Kade’s last inch. The back of my throat flexes and expands against his tip.

  Connor’s dick hits a new angle. Pleasure blankets over me. Each thrust from his hips sends my mouth further down onto Kade’s dick. They’re both fully in me, taking me and making me theirs.

  An orgasm hits me, making me tighten my grip on Kade. I throb with intensity, sealing my eyes shut and getting lost in the pleasure.

  Kade’s balls tighten in my palm. I tug on them slightly and bob my head faster. He clutches the top of my head and groans. Hot liquid hits the back of my throat. I pull harder, sucking him dry.