Oak, Sophie and Lang, Chloe - Playing the Field (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme)

by Sophie Oak

  Kevin was suddenly in front of her on his knees. She looked up and stared into a huge, erect cock. Kevin was just as big as Mike. His dick was thick and had a purple cast to it. Creamy pre-cum seeped from the slit. His balls were large and heavy.

  “And I think about forcing my way into your tight little mouth, babe. I dream about your mouth. It’s small, but I’m going to fit just fine. I’ll take it easy, inch by inch, until you eat my dick up and I come straight down your soft throat.”

  Tess’s whole body was primed for pleasure, but something else was working here, she realized. It was more than just the orgasm she was going to get. They wanted her. They really wanted her. These were men who could have virtually any woman, and they thought about her. As Mike’s hands explored her curves and Kevin stroked himself, it struck her that she really had a connection with these men. Mike was the family man, so heaped with responsibilities that he forgot about himself half the time. And Kevin was sweet, so sweet, even though he didn’t want people to know. He tried to play the big, dumb tough guy, but he’d been the one to hold the door open for her, and more than once she caught him reading books that had nothing to do with sports. They weren’t strangers, and this wasn’t random sex to her. It meant something to her, but they never had to know that.

  “I want a yes, querida. Tell us to make love to you,” Mike said. His dick teased at the edge of her pussy.

  “Say yes, babe.” Kevin’s hands tangled in her hair, drawing her ever closer to that tasty treat on the slit of his cock.

  She could say no. She could pull her dignity around her like a mantle and walk away and stay the professional she wanted to be. Or she could prove to herself that she was the sensual woman she wanted to be, the one Roger said she wasn’t. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  She heard Mike groan, and then he held her steady as he fit that big cock to her pussy and started fucking into her. He used slow, teasing strokes to open her up.

  “You’re tight.” Mike groaned. “So tight.”

  Oh, yeah, she felt tight. She wiggled a little. Mike’s big cock stretched her wide. She opened her mouth to moan, and Kevin took advantage.

  “Fuck, yeah. Open those lips up.” Kevin’s hips thrust forward. He had one hand securely in her hair, and with the other he brought his thick cock to her lips. “Take me inside, babe. Eat me up.”

  “Oh, you’ve got a death grip on my cock. Querida, how long has it been since you had a man?” Mike shoved his dick deeper inside, finally sliding home with a grunt.

  Tess felt so full. She wiggled her ass, trying to keep that hot cock inside her cunt. She couldn’t answer his question because Kevin was slowly working his way inside her mouth.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it, babe. Just like that. Run that hot tongue all over me.” Kevin began thrusting deep inside.

  Tess rode the wave. Between the cock plunging into her mouth and the one plundering her cunt, she was so full. She ran her tongue all over Kevin, loving the taste of him. Mike’s thrusts picked up steam, slamming over and over into her. It was the first time in so long she’d felt like a woman.

  “You’re so beautiful, babe. So fucking beautiful.” Kevin’s hands smoothed her hair back as he pressed into her mouth.

  He was the gorgeous one. She let the push and pull of their lovemaking take over. She pushed back against Mike while she dragged her tongue and lips down Kevin’s cock. She pulled away from Mike as she sucked the big cock all the way to her throat.

  Pleasure. She was surrounded by it. It enveloped her in warmth and took her out of herself. She was pushed and pulled by warm, demanding hands. Tess gave herself over to the sweet rhythm of their thrusting cocks. Mike found that perfect place, and he dragged his dick in and out, pushing her to explode. Kevin swelled in her mouth, his balls hitting her chin.

  Mike’s fingers came around from her waist, and when he pinched her clit, she moaned around the cock in her mouth and went off like a rocket. The orgasm started in her cunt but quickly flared out to roll over her whole body. Kevin finally hit the back of her throat just as she swallowed the scream that threatened.

  “Holy fuck.” Kevin held her head in a death grip as cum spurted from his cock.

  Mike grunted, and Tess could feel him holding himself steady as he came.

  They landed in a tangled, intimate heap. Tess found herself buried in Kevin’s chest with Mike’s arms around her waist, his lips on her neck.

  Kevin’s eyes were heavy and languid as he looked down at her. He tilted her head up and brushed his lips against hers. After the brutal pleasure she’d just experienced, that kiss was sweet and almost innocent. “Don’t fall asleep, babe. We aren’t through yet.”

  Mike sighed behind her. “Not anywhere close.”

  Tess snuggled in, warm and safe between their bodies. They didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t finished, either.

  * * * *

  Kevin stared down at the woman in between him and Mike. Tess lay pressed against Mike, her chest rising and falling gently. Her blonde hair wisped across her face, and his heart did a funny flip-flop in his chest.

  What the hell had just happened?

  He and Mike had shared women for years. It had started on a drunken night. It had been fun and strangely intense. Sharing a woman with his best friend had really done it for him. He was happy. Mike was happy. The women were happy. He knew it was weird, but it felt right.

  Tess felt right.

  She turned in her sleep, her face catching the soft light from the bedside table lamp. She was so beautiful. He reached out, unable to stop himself. He pushed a strand of hair away from her cheek. Her lips curled up as though she was having a sweet dream.

  What was he doing? Sure this had been fun and all, but something different had happened with Tess. Mike was asleep, one arm curled under Tess’s body. They never slept with the women they shared. They did what they did, and then they left. He thought it would be that way with Tess.

  He’d been fooling himself. He’d been falling for her slowly but surely ever since the day he’d met her. She’d walked into the training room with her designer briefcase and her bright eyes, and he’d been a goner. He’d wanted to strip her out of the little business suit she’d worn and have his way with her on the massage table. Then he’d gone into one of her sessions. It was mostly talk. He didn’t get why it bugged the other guys. The truth was he liked talking to her. She was smart and funny and seemed to really get him.

  Of course, he bitched with the rest of them. He didn’t want to look like he was sweet on her. He had an image to uphold.

  And why? Why did he really care what the other guys thought of him? Tess wasn’t the enemy, not even close. She was trying to help. She also made a lot of sense. What did any of their egos matter if they couldn’t do the one thing they got paid to do?

  Tess’s eyes opened. There was a sleepy beauty to them. Soft and green and so deep he could lose himself. She was the first woman to talk to him like he had a brain in his head. Maybe it wasn’t the biggest brain out there, but damn, he wanted to be smarter when Tess looked at him.

  “Go back to sleep, babe.” Kevin tried to keep his voice low. He was surprised at the emotion he heard in it.

  She patted the pillow beside her. “You, too, Kevin.”

  He lay back down, unwilling to disappoint her. The bed was a queen. When they got back home, he would get a bigger bed. A king. Yeah, a king would fit them all. What the hell was he thinking?

  “Why so upset?”

  He shook his head. The last thing he needed was to give Tess a clue that anything was wrong. After everything she’d been through with her asshole fiancé, he wasn’t willing to let anything spoil the night they’d just shared. He leaned in a little and kissed her. Just pressing his lips against hers did strange things to his heart. “I’m not, babe. I’m practically perfect. Now go back to sleep.”

  “Both of you go to sleep.” Mike growled. He reached over and turned off the lamp, sending the room into darkness. “You’re both loco.
It’s almost morning. Get some sleep while we can. Tess will have a million things for us to do tomorrow.”

  “I have the schedule ready to post first thing.”

  Kevin could hear the smile in her voice. He felt Mike shift and figured he was getting closer to Tess. Mike was in deep, too.

  What were they going to do?

  As Tess and Mike settled back into sleep, a thought played at the edges of Kevin’s mind. Would it be so horrible to share her with Mike permanently? Could they even make something like that work? They could be a little family.

  When dawn came, and sleep still eluded him, he rolled quietly out of bed and grabbed his sneakers and clothes. As the sun came up, he did what he always did when he couldn’t sleep. He ran. Even as the miles passed, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head. A family with Mike and Tess. He began to wonder if he could be happy without it.

  Chapter Four

  Mike’s slumber moved into that middle place between sleep and consciousness. He sighed, not willing to let go just yet. Last night had been incredible, and he didn’t want it to end. This morning there would be all sorts of questions and crap to work out. Mike just wanted to stay in this peaceful place where Tess’s body still spooned into his. He breathed in her scent of jasmine and cherries. What a night. Hell, what a morning.

  He opened one eye to find Kevin missing. Not unusual. They’d shared several women, and leaving before dawn was standard operating procedure. Their night with Tess wasn’t like the other times, though. Mike knew it, and he was sure that Kevin did, too. He’d seen it in Kevin’s eyes when he’d made love to Tess. Kevin was just as far gone as Mike was. Chicken shit. When had he left? Mike had no idea.

  He propped himself up on his elbow, careful not to wake Tess. He gazed down at her. She was gorgeous. Full lips, soft skin, a body he could bang for days, but there was so much more to her. She wasn’t like any woman he’d ever known. Not by a long shot. When she’d opened up to them, she’d opened up completely, unselfconsciously. And God, Tess got to him in ways he’d not known possible. He wanted her. Not for just a night. Not just for sex. For forever. It made sense to him. When you knew—you knew. I’m totally fucked, but this feels so right. It is right. His job would be to convince her. Well, he actually had a lot of people to convince.

  Grinning, he thought about how Mama would react when he brought Tess home to meet la familia. Mama would warm up to Tess, just like she did with his older sister’s husband, Trevor. Of course, his sister hadn’t brought home a friend and introduced her ménage to Mama. He wondered if his elderly mother even knew what a ménage was.

  It would just take a little time to get to know Tess. They already liked Kevin. Ever since they met in college, Kevin had been his best friend. He’d come to every family dinner and holiday. They’d accepted him. They would accept Tess.

  He wanted to know everything about her. What were her dreams? Her hopes? Her favorite food? Her desires? Whatever she wanted, he would make sure she got it.

  He considered kissing her lips, swollen from their hours of lovemaking, but didn’t. She looked too peaceful and beautiful to disturb her. He hoped that she would feel the same way he did, but he doubted it. Tess was very professional, very ambitious. She would see this as a horrible breach of protocol. It was probably best to give her a little bit of time to process. This evening, after he’d talked to Kevin, he would be back in this room. He would make it very clear to Tess that he was in it for the long haul, for all the right reasons.

  Careful not to wake her, he unwrapped himself from her silky body. Her steady breathing let him know he’d succeeded in not rousing her. He pulled on his jeans, grabbed up his socks and shoes, threw his shirt over his shoulder, and allowed himself one last look at the woman who’d changed everything.

  * * * *

  Curt strode to the hall where Tess’s room was, a man on a mission. He had a coffee mug in his hand and a plan running through his head. It was a good day. He’d felt strangely energized once he decided to really go after Tess. He realized he hadn’t felt quite so good in a long time. All of his predatory instincts were on high alert, and that felt fantastic. After the pickup game yesterday, he’d realized he needed to make his move, or he might lose the prize. He’d also realized the prize meant more to him than he’d thought.

  He was falling for Tess Proffit. He’d asked himself what he was doing, and suddenly he didn’t care. All of his life he’d made the right choices. He’d been careful about everything. He was done with that. He was going after what he wanted now.

  His strategy to get under her skin had been working perfectly. He’d been very helpful all yesterday afternoon. He’d only just begun to show her what she could expect if she belonged to him. She could expect protection and a high level of care for her person. He would treat her like the princess she was. He had enough money that she wouldn’t have to work if she didn’t want to, and if she did, he would bully her boss until she had the job she wanted. He could handle a publishing company. If he needed to, he would pay people to buy her book. He took care of his submissives. He hadn’t had one for a very long time, but Tess was worth the risk.

  This morning, he would raise the ante. He would knock once, step into her room, and then he would claim the space and its occupant as his own. Oh, he wouldn’t just jump her. He intended to give her the coffee he’d made just for her then they would talk. Before long, she would kneel at his feet. He could already feel his hand in her silky hair. A perfect submissive. That’s what she would be.

  He’d always prided himself in his execution of a plan, but this had been flawless. Last night at dinner, he’d begun his seduction. She’d attempted to eat in the kitchen while the men ate in the dining room, but Curt had waylaid her. He’d gone a step further by actually cooking the meal himself. The staff was going to make something healthy, but Curt had found the ingredients he needed for a lasagna, and he’d seen the way Tess’s eyes had widened at the first taste. She wouldn’t be able to resist a man who could cook.

  Of course, he’d also had Kevin’s undying admiration, but he discounted that. He’d ignored the puppy fullback and concentrated on making Tess blush with his innuendo.

  He’d spent the majority of the night before thinking about her. If he was honest with himself, he’d spent most of the last several weeks thinking about her, but it wouldn’t do to let Tess know he mooned over her like some freaking teenage girl with a crush on a pop star. He needed to stay in control, and the way to do that was to take advantage of her submissive nature. She would submit, give up this ridiculous plan to get inside his head, and they would all go home. More practice. That was what they needed. And maybe a better wide receiver.

  He rounded the corner and took the first step to his prize at the end of the hall. He stopped in front of the mirror on the wall. Damn, he was actually a little nervous. Curt checked himself. His hair needed a cut, but he’d showered and shaved. Curt stared at the lines just starting to crease his eyes. He was getting older. He was thirty-three in a business that worshipped twenty-three-year-olds. A familiar ache started in his gut. It was the same ache he got every time the regular season was done and the play-offs began. It was always accompanied by that voice that told him he wasn’t good enough. But this time, another voice joined in. The new voice was feminine and cajoling. How could he succeed if he allowed others to define his success? His life didn’t have to end when his career was over. It could start again.

  Damn woman was even taking over his brain now. He’d spent too much time reading that book of hers. If he didn’t watch it, he’d be the one kneeling at her feet. Wasn’t going to happen. Especially since he had a bad knee. Curt laughed at that thought. He turned from the mirror, certain he looked good, and froze when he saw Mike. The twenty-something kicker looked disheveled. His perfectly unlined face wore a sloppy grin as he slipped out of Tess’s bedroom, closing the door softly behind him, carrying half his clothes. Fuck!

  Rage bubbled like liquid lava in Curt’s veins
.

  “What the hell, Cabrerra!” She’s mine, not yours.

  “Shh. She’s asleep.”

  “I can’t fucking believe this. We discussed this yesterday. You and Kevin were supposed to back off.” He went straight to the plan because Curt was damn uncomfortable admitting that seeing Mike sneak out of Tess’s bed was like a punch in the gut.

  Walking closer, Mike glared. “I never agreed to anything, Curt. And what’s going on now has nothing to do with any of your plans. This is between me and Tess.”

  Curt seriously doubted that. Though he wasn’t around, Curt would bet Kevin had played last night, too.

  “So, you thought you could get the warden to let us go by screwing her all night. How’d it work out?” Curt’s hands curled into fists. The intensity of his possessive rage surprised him, but he couldn’t deny it. Mike had taken something he wanted. The asshole would pay.

  “You want to do this, old man? You sure you want to risk your last season in a fight with me? I don’t think so. Move out of my way, and go fuck yourself.”

  Curt saw red. He reared back and was ready to put his fist straight through Mike’s face when he felt a hand on his arm. He whirled around, expecting that Kevin had come to save his buddy.

  Randy stood there, eyelids narrowed as he watched them. “Guys, if you insist on fucking each other up, have the decency to take it outside.”

  “Not happening.” Mike moved to push past Curt.

  Curt placed his hand on the wall, creating a barrier. “You don’t get to decide that.”

  Randy stepped in between him and Mike. “Seriously, guys. Not here.”

  Curt didn’t like his lack of self-control. Why was he so hot to pound the kicker into the ground? Tess. She was why. He’d been imagining her writhing naked, moaning softly, coming at his command for weeks. A powerful possessiveness took the driver’s seat, kicking his rational mind to the curb. What was happening here?

  “Fine. Clearly, Randy can’t take a little violence, but we’re not done, Mike. Got it?” Curt lowered his hand from the wall.