“Pull your dress up, Livvie, and show us your tits. Let us see those perfect, perky nipples,” Levi says through the phone. Zeke holds the phone up as I pull my dress over my head. They both groan as my boobs bounce free.
“No fucking bra?”
“No fucking bra!” they say in unison. Levi sounds as though he enjoys that fact. Zeke, not so much.
“I thought you guys knew everything I had on under here,” I sass. “I guess that didn’t include what I don’t have on. Hmm.”
The next thing I know, Zeke’s weight is on top of me and pushing me down onto the bed. He places the phone next to my ear and he kisses me, wiping the smugness from my face as his fingers pull at my nipple. Levi’s heavy breathing fills my ear through the phone, which is lying next to me now.
“I don’t know, Zeke. Maybe you shouldn’t lick her pussy like you were going to. Maybe she should have to suffer with us.”
“I’m sorry,” I moan as Zeke pulls his mouth from mine and moves to my neck. It’s my weak spot. They barely have to drag their finger across it and I’m climbing them like trees.
“You want Zeke to eat your pussy, baby? Does that sweet cunt need to come?” Levi says into my ear. I let out the loudest moan at his filthy words. Normally Zeke is the dirty talker of the two of them, but maybe because he’s not here, Levi is pushing through.
Zeke moves down my body and kisses my inner thighs. He’s kissing everywhere besides the place I need it the most. He loves to tease me. But I don’t blame him. I love doing it to them, too. At least now we can act on it.
I yank his hair to try to direct him where I want him to be. I can feel him smile against my thigh, but he doesn’t take the bait. While this is happening, Levi continues to talk filthy to me, telling me all the things he’s going to do to me when he gets done with his game.
Zeke momentarily reaches up and grabs the phone. He aims it at my pussy and I hear Levi’s breathing get louder. His filthy words cut off at the sight of me spread wide.
“Let me show you how slick her pussy is for us,” Zeke says as he slips a finger inside of me. I clamp down around it, wanting more.
“Fucking hell,” Levi growls. “We shouldn’t let her come. I’m going to be fucking hard this whole game thinking about getting to her when I’m done.”
“Please, Levi. Please,” I beg him. I wiggle, trying to get friction against my clit where Zeke has pressed his thumb, but he isn’t moving it like I need him to.
“Tick tock, brother of mine. I don’t care if Erika is her friend. No one sees our girl like this and we’re running out of time.”
“Make her come,” Levi demands, not even a half second later.
“I knew you’d say that.” Zeke smiles as he moves his thumb and gives me what I need. “She begs so pretty. How could we not?”
“Fuck his fingers, sweet girl,” Levi says. “Pretend it’s my cock.”
I want to tell him that’s impossible. His cock is so much bigger than the two fingers, but I can’t find the words as my orgasm pushes down on me. I jerk against Zeke’s hand, coming for both of them. I try not to scream too loud in case others might hear.
I lie there with my eyes closed, enjoying the tingling running though my body when I feel warmth hit my pussy. My eyes fly open. I watch as Zeke jerks himself off. His hand is glistening with my orgasm as he comes all over me. He smiles down as his come coats me before releasing himself and rubbing it into my skin.
“You keep that on you until I wash you tonight,” Levi tells me through the phone.
“Only if I can wash you, too.” I want his game to be over already.
“Oh, you’re going to do a lot more than wash me, Livvie girl, after that show,” Levi informs me. “Don’t let her show up to the stadium in a dress, bro,” he tells Zeke, before telling me he loves me and ending the call.
“I don’t think you know what you’re in for, Livvie,” Zeke warns me. “After he's done murdering people on the field, he’s going to be coming for you.”
I smile, knowing Zeke’s right. Levi’s coming for me and in me.
CHAPTER2
Zeke
Levi always loved seeingOlivia in the stands for his games, but if he looks over here now, we may have a problem. I glare down at my girlfriend, who is blissfully unaware of how many fights she’s about to cause as she pumps her fist in the air at Levi’s most recent tackle. The motion makes her tits bounce and half the population of the student section appears to be staring at her chest and not on the field.
“How does he always know where the ball is?” she cries.
“I don’t know.” I cross my arms and wish she would do the same. “How do you find stores that sell shirts like that?”