Chapter 3: Tiffany, Part 1

"Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm." I try to concentrate despite the humming right next to my ear. This happens every time Santos LaGuajardo and I hook up. He's not a terrible lover. But when he's getting close but isn't quite to the goal yet, he hums. I should be used to it by now, but it's distracting every time.

Instead, I focus on the slick thrust of his cock and the sound of flesh on flesh. Those are the things that turn me on.

His lips find mine and his tongue plunges in my mouth, mimicking the motion of the rest of his body. "Are you getting close?" he whispers against my mouth.

"Yeah," I whisper back. "Tilt your hips just a little bit…oh yeah. Right there." I kiss him again and he goes back to humming, this time while his tongue is in my mouth.

Just then the door opens and Mack Shivel walks in, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck!" Santos curses and stops his movement, glaring at Mack as he takes a seat in the chair next to the window. Consequently, my chase for the Big O ends as well. "Every fucking time, man! I was this close and you ruined my fucking concentration."

"Fuck you," Mack says as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly. "Pull the covers back. I wanna watch and I'm sick of waiting for my turn."

"Sasha wouldn't give it up tonight?" I challenge as the covers are flung off the bed, revealing Santos and I in all our naked glory. Mack's nostrils flare as his eyes rake over my body.

Most other women would be offended or embarrassed if someone walked in on them having sex and sat down to watch just so they could jack off. Not me. To me, it feels empowering. I love sex. I love all kinds of sex. And I love my Mutiny boys. So it works for me.

"She's off with Christian," Mack says as Santos kisses down my jaw, getting himself riled up again. "You know how pissy he gets about me watching."

"I do."

Sensations begin to take over me again as Santos kisses down my chest, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch my back and turn to look at Mack as I rake my fingernails down Santos's shoulders. Mack's eyes are hooded and Santos is starting to hum again.

"Fuck, I love watching your tits bounce when he fucks you," Mack says. I watch his hand squeeze his shaft just a little tighter and his thumb rub the pre-cum off the tip. "I wanna watch him fuck you from behind. LaGuajardo, flip her over man. Let me see you hit it."

Without saying a word, Santos pulls out, flips me to my hands and knees, slaps my ass hard enough to make me squeal and plunges back inside me. All three of us groan as he enters me.

"Fuck her harder," Mack instructs and Santos complies. "Grab those fucking sexy hips and hit it, brother."

He does and I almost scream. I'm so close.

"Tweak her nipples. Tiff, rub your clit, baby. Fuck, I'm close."

I move my hand down to the apex of my thighs and rub softly just as Santos begins rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The humming grows louder and I know he's close.

"Look at me, Tiffany," Mack practically growls. "Look at me while I watch you get fucked."

I look over at him and seeing him so turned on by watching me, seeing him stroke and yank and tug throws my body into overdrive.

"Take it Tiffany. Get it, baby. Let me watch you come."

That's all it takes. I arch my back and throw my head back with a moan as the first waves overtake me. I'm vaguely aware of Mack groaning "fuuuuuuck" as he finds his completion as well. But Santos doesn't stop and my orgasm keeps going and going. Finally, his fingers dig into my hips so hard I think he's going to bruise me and his humming turns into a moan. He pulls our hips as tightly together as he can, riding out the last of his, and my, spasms.

I collapse on the bed and Santos collapses on top of me. The only sounds are the three of us breathing heavy. And the telltale sounds of the party just outside the door.

"I feel so much better now," Santos says when he's started to collect himself. "I think my legs were shot from the game. I needed a change of position to get off."

Mack grabs Santos's white undershirt off the floor and starts wiping the cum off his chest. "I needed it too. You know I want to see that smoking hot bod when I jack off. I can't see it if your naked ass is covering it."

Santos chuckles as he pulls out of me and begins disposing of the condom. "Yeah. Because I was so worried about your orgasm when I came in here. Hey! That's my shirt, asshole!"

They continue to rib each other while getting dressed. I, however, roll over and tug the sheets up over my chest and watch the interaction. Events like these aren't common, but I've had teammates watch before. Sometimes more than one. Sometimes it becomes a threesome. Sometimes a threesome with an audience. Whatever. Sex is just a part of life. And being friends with the players means I get the good kind whenever I want it.

"Thanks, Tiffany," Santos says as he ties his shoes. "That was fucking fantastic. Just what I needed to relax after tonight's game." He kisses me on the forehead affectionately. "Are you gonna come back out or are you gonna hide in here for a while?"

"I think I might stay put for a few minutes," I say with a smile, rolling onto my side and leaning my head on my hand. "You two wore me out."

Santos smiles. "Okay. I'm gonna go grab a beer. I'll see you out there."

"You up for any more company?" Mack asks as Santos leaves and closes the door behind him.

I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. "Looking wasn't enough? You need to touch now?"

He laughs. "Not me. I have someone in mind who might need to relax a little. And I think your brand of relaxation might be right up his alley."

I shrug. "We'll see. I might not be interested."

He smacks me on my ass and heads towards the door. "I'll send him this way. He needs to open up more. I think you'll help him out nicely." Mack doesn't look back again as he leaves.

I lay back and listen to the sounds of the party in the living room. I hear Christian laugh loudly. And there's a squeal from one of the girls. The faint sound of quarters bouncing off a table is mixed in there, too.

This is what we do after almost every home game. The Texas Mutiny plays from March through November. It's a long and rough season. There's lots of travel. Lots of sore muscles from intense scrimmages. So they like to party. And they like to invite me and my girls.

Most people would call us groupies or cleat chasers. We don't date the players. We just party with them. We all like to have a good time together and no one here judges anyone's proclivities. It's fun.

"Next!" I hear Mack yell and I roll my eyes. He really has no shame whatsoever.

The door swings open and I hear him talking to someone. "Your turn, Rookie." I look up and see him shoving someone into the room, slamming it behind him.

I sit up when I see who it is. "Rowen?"