Baseball Mom Ch. 02

Luke's hand was still on my hip, slow strokes under the water like he didn't want to break whatever spell we were under. Tyler sat across the tub, chest rising and falling, still watching me with that look--half wrecked, half ready to go again.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't yet. My head was buzzing and my body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together. Every part of me still tingled.

Tyler spoke first. Quiet. No pressure.

"You wanna come inside with us?"

Just that. No sleaze. No wink. Just... a question. And it hit me harder than anything else had tonight.

Luke kissed the back of my shoulder. "We'll take care of you," he said softly. "You don't have to say yes."

But I was already nodding.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I do."

Luke's hand slid up to the knot in my top, still loose from earlier. "Let's get you wrapped up."

He stepped out first, grabbing a towel from the stack. I tugged the straps of my suit back up--not bothering to tie them--then rose to my feet, unsteady. Water ran down my legs, the tops of my thighs sticky and tender. Luke was already holding the towel open. He wrapped it around me slow, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Tyler stepped into his trunks. Still hard, even under the wet cling of the fabric.

Luke offered his hand. I took it.

Nobody spoke as we walked. The air was warm on my skin, my feet bare against the pavement. The soft thud of our steps echoed in the quiet night. My heart was thudding too loud. My body still hadn't come down.

Tyler's room was two doors from the back entrance. He keyed it open and held the door for me. The lights were off. One queen bed. Dresser. A dim lamp near the mirror.

I stepped in. Stood just inside the door.

Tyler came up behind me, fingers brushing the knot in the towel. "Can I?"

I nodded. Couldn't find words.

He tugged it loose, slow. Let it fall. It hit the carpet with a soft thud. I didn't move. Luke stepped in front of me, his hand sliding up my arm. He leaned in and kissed me--slow, warm, unhurried. Then he pulled back and nodded toward the bed.

"Lie down."

The comforter was cool on my skin, the room quiet except for breathing. My legs were already falling open. I didn't even try to stop it.

Tyler sat beside me, leaned in, kissed me again. One hand ran through my hair, the other brushed down over my ribs, then lower. I reached for him--his cock thick in my hand through the damp fabric.

"I want you again," I whispered. "Both of you."

Luke was already between my legs. I felt his breath first. Then his tongue. Slow. Wet. He licked me like he had all night. No rush. Just long, steady strokes that made me arch right off the bed.

I moaned into Tyler's mouth. My hand was already inside his waistband.

"Fuck," I gasped. "I'm still--"

"Yeah," Luke whispered, "I can feel it."

Luke pushed a finger in. Then two. His mouth didn't stop. My back arched, legs shaking again.

Tyler pulled back, stood, dropped his shorts. His cock was hard, heavy, already glistening. I stared. My mouth watered. I didn't even think.

I reached out and pulled him close.

He stepped in beside the bed and I took him in my mouth, slow and deep, while Luke kept working me from below. His tongue was steady. His fingers curled just right.

My moans were muffled by cock. It didn't take long. I came again--sharp, sudden, legs clamping around Luke's wrist, mouth full of Tyler's cock. I took him in my mouth, slow and deep, while Luke kept working me from below. His tongue was steady. His fingers curled just right.

It didn't take long. I came again--sharp, sudden, legs clamping around Luke's wrist, mouth full of Tyler's cock. My whole body shook.

Tyler groaned, hand tightening gently in my hair. "Fuck... you're unreal."

I pulled back, breath catching, lips slick and parted. His cock hovered near my mouth, still pulsing. I kissed the tip, then looked up at him.

His eyes met mine--hungry, open, inviting.

"Come here," he said, voice low, coaxing.

I crawled up his body, flushed and buzzing, leaving a wet trail on his skin. His hands slid over my hips as I straddled him, my thighs trembling. I hovered above him for a breathless second, then sank down slowly, his cock stretching me open again.

We both groaned.

My hands braced on his chest, my tits swaying as I rolled my hips, slow and deliberate. He let me take my time--his palms on my thighs, his mouth parted, eyes locked on the place where we were joined.

"Fuck, Andrea..." he groaned. "Just like that."

I leaned forward and kissed him--wet, open-mouthed. His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned into it as his cock hit deep again, pressure blooming low in my belly.

Luke came around the side of the bed, stroking his cock lazily--still rock hard, thick and glistening. He moved in front of me, standing at the edge, just watching for a second. Then he reached for my hair, brushing it back from my face.

"Can I?" he asked, voice low.

I opened my mouth before I answered. That was enough.

He slid in slow--thick and hot, the head of his cock stretching my lips wide as I took him deeper. My moan was muffled, but real. He didn't push. Just let me suck--long, slow strokes, my tongue swirling under the tip.

Tyler's hands gripped my hips again, holding me steady as I fucked down onto him, full and slick and aching.

I was lost in it--his cock inside me, Luke's in my mouth, spit and sweat and heat everywhere.

Luke pulled back suddenly. His cock slipped free with a wet pop.

"Hold on," he murmured.

He moved behind me. I kept riding Tyler, a little slower now. Luke's hand slid up my back--then pressed, gently but firmly, between my shoulder blades.

"Down," he whispered.

He pushed me forward.

My chest met Tyler's. My hands slid to the sides of his shoulders, and I looked up at him, breath hitching. His eyes flicked behind me. Then back to mine. He didn't say anything. Just brushed a thumb over my cheek and nodded once.

Luke's hands were on my ass now. Spreading me. I felt his fingers slick with lube... or maybe spit... drip cold between my cheeks. He rubbed once. Then again. Circling.

Tyler felt it. "You okay?"m

"I..." I turned my head, trying to glance back. "Is he...?"

Luke leaned in, lips close to my ear.

"You don't have to," he said. His voice wasn't demanding. It was steady. Almost too calm. "But I want you like this. Just tell me no if it's too much."

His fingertip pressed gently against my asshole. Just the tip. Barely there.

I inhaled hard. My body tensed.

"I haven't done that in years," I whispered.

Tyler's hands ran up my sides. "We'll go slow," he said. "You're already halfway there."

I closed my eyes. Tried to breathe.

Luke didn't push. His finger just circled again, spreading slick slowly. One hand still held my hip, grounding me.

"Let me in, Andrea," he murmured. "You can take it."

My chest was still pressed to Tyler's. I could feel his cock throb inside me. I was already so full. My body was wrecked and raw and stretched--but the thought of being taken by both of them... it hit somewhere low and deep.

I nodded once. Luke's finger slid in.

I gasped. Not pain. Just shock. Heat. Pressure. That tight, intrusive stretch I'd forgotten.

He worked it slow. Just one. Then another.

My breath hitched. My whole body tensed again.

Tyler kissed my temple. "You're doing so fucking good."

Luke pulled his fingers out, added more slick. I felt the fat head of his cock press against my ass now.

"Ready?" he asked, voice strained.

I didn't answer. I just bit my lip. Then nodded again.

He started to push. Slow..... So fucking slow.

The stretch burned, sharp and deep, and I whimpered into Tyler's shoulder. My fists clenched the sheets.

"Oh fuck..."

Luke paused halfway in, hands on my hips. "Breathe. Let me in."

I exhaled hard. My thighs were trembling.

He eased forward again, deeper, thicker, until my ass swallowed him completely.

"Jesus Christ," Tyler moaned, still inside me. "i can feel him in you. You're so fucking tight."

I couldn't speak. I was shaking. But I was full.

One cock in my pussy. One in my ass.

Pinned between them. Stretched past the point of thought.

And then--Luke moved. Slow thrust. Deep.

Tyler held still. Letting Luke fuck me first, rocking my hips against him. Then Tyler started moving too. Just a little. Just enough to feel both of them shift inside me.

I cried out--sharp and broken. My body clenched. My mind blanked. And I didn't want them to stop.

Luke gripped my hips harder, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust now, deeper, harder, his breath ragged above me.

"You feel that?" he growled low behind me. "So fucking tight around me..."

Tyler braced under me, his hands on my thighs as I trembled above him--his cock still buried in my pussy, every movement rocking him deeper even as Luke filled my ass.

"Oh my God... fuck... fuck, I can't...." I gasped, face buried in Tyler's neck.

But I didn't stop. Couldn't. I was lost in it.

Luke's rhythm picked up, harder now, grinding into me with slow, punishing strokes. His cock dragged across every nerve ending inside my ass, and Tyler was moving too, gentle at first, then thrusting up in time with Luke.

My whole body rocked between them.

The sound of it--the wet slap of skin, the broken gasps, my breath hitching--filled the room.

"Oh fuck me, please, don't stop," I choked out. "You're... oh my God, both of you..."

"Taking it so fucking good," Luke grunted behind me, slamming in harder now. "So full, aren't you?"

Tyler's hands came up, gripping my tits, squeezing as he drove up into me. "You want it rough, baby?" he whispered, licking a trail up my throat. "We'll give it to you."

I couldn't speak. I just nodded, eyes fluttering shut, mouth slack.

They moved together now--perfect rhythm--Luke pounding into my ass from behind, Tyler fucking up into my soaked pussy. My thighs were slick, trembling, my whole body shuddering between them.

Every thrust knocked a sound from my lips. Every thrust made me tighter, wetter, more desperate.

"Oh my--oh my God--I'm gonna--" My voice broke, and then I screamed, trembling hard as my orgasm hit again, white-hot and brutal. My body clenched down on both of them, muscles fluttering, wrung out and shaking.

Luke didn't slow. He grunted, deeper now, voice rough. "Fuck, I'm close."

Tyler's hands locked on my hips. "Switch," he growled, breathless. "I want that ass."

Luke pulled out fast, my body convulsed at the sudden emptiness, and Tyler shifted. My legs flopped open, still shaking. Luke climbed under me, his cock wet and thick and slid into my pussy with one hard thrust. I cried out, grabbing the sheets, but Tyler was already behind me--lifting my hips, spreading me open, and guiding his cock to my ass.

I felt the pressure again. Still slick. Still stretched. But this time it was him.

"Tell me," he growled low. "Tell me you want it."

"I... fuck.. I do," I whimpered. "Please. Please, Tyler..."

He pushed in. Slower than Luke. More deliberate. More brutal in the way he filled me inch by inch.

My back arched off the bed, mouth wide open, no sound coming out at all.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hissed. "You're unreal..."

I was pinned again--this time with Luke driving up into me from below, his cock pounding into my soaked cunt, and Tyler filling my ass with steady, relentless strokes.

I was incoherent. Just a mess of gasps and sobs and curses.

Luke grunted under me, holding my hips, thrusting hard.

"Gonna fill you up, Andrea," he growled. "Both of us."

"Please," I begged, tears stinging the corners of my eyes from the sheer stretch and intensity. "Do it. Fill me..."

Tyler slammed harder, his balls slapping my ass, fingers digging into my hips.

"You want both loads in you?" he grunted. "Gonna come in your ass while he fills your pussy?"

"Yes! God.... yes! Do it.... fuck me... come in me..."

That's all it took.

Luke came first, deep inside me, thick and hot, his cock pulsing as he groaned and jerked beneath me.

Tyler wasn't far behind. He grunted--loud, raw--slammed deep once more and spilled inside my ass, holding there, cock twitching as his cum poured into me.

I came again, just from the sound, the heat, the fucking fullness of it.

And then everything went still. Their cum leaking from both of me, sliding down my thighs.

I collapsed across Luke's chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps, my body still trembling. Tyler was still behind me, chest heaving, one hand gripping my hip like he couldn't quite let go. His cock had just slipped free, and I felt the slow, thick trickle of both their cum leaking from me--warm between my thighs, smeared across my ass, pooling beneath me on Luke's stomach.

Nobody said anything.

Their hands moved over me--absent-minded, reverent. Luke brushing lazy circles along my spine, Tyler tracing slow lines across my ribcage.

"I need a minute," I whispered, lips brushing Tyler's collarbone, my voice rough and breathless. "I just..."

I didn't even know what I was saying. My voice sounded hoarse. Used. I pushed up slowly, legs shaking, feeling the mess slide between my thighs. I found the towel, wrapped it around me without a word, and made my way to the bathroom.

The light was too bright. I blinked and grabbed the counter for balance.

And then I looked in the mirror. Jesus. Hair wild. Eyes glassy. Mascara smudged. My lips were red and swollen. My skin flushed all over. My tits marked up, nipples tight and sore. My thighs were streaked and shiny, the insides red from friction. There were dried streaks down my back, across my ass.

I stared at myself for a long second before the words came out of my mouth without thinking:

"What the fuck did I just do?"

But I was smiling. Half dazed, half stupid. Because I knew exactly what I'd done. I did what I wanted. And I'd do it again.

I cleaned up with a warm washcloth--between my legs, across my chest, down my thighs and backside. Still shaky. Still feeling the way their hands had held me open. The way their cocks had filled every inch of me.

I didn't bother with my hair. Just pulled my swimsuit back on, damp and wrinkled, and stepped out.

Luke was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, eyes on me like I was something he didn't want to stop looking at. Tyler was still sprawled against the headboard, that easy, cocky grin on his face like he could read my thoughts.

"You heading back?" Tyler asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Melissa's probably wondering where I am."

Luke stood and walked over to me. "You think we'll see you again?"

I hesitated. Just long enough that I felt it.

Then I smiled. "Maybe. Depends how the games go tomorrow."

Tyler chuckled. "We'll be watching the stands."

Luke kissed me on the cheek, slow and warm. "You know where to find us."

I slipped out into the hallway barefoot, towel clutched in one hand, swimsuit clinging to me in all the wrong places. I could still feel them. Inside me. On me. Like the night had soaked into my skin and wasn't going to come off anytime soon.

My legs were sore. My body was buzzing. Not from shame. From something else entirely.

When I opened the door to our room, I eased it shut behind me like I was sneaking in from breaking curfew.

It was dark. Melissa's breathing was soft, steady. She was curled on her side, blankets twisted around one leg. Her phone lit up once on the nightstand, buzzed, went still.

I crossed the room quietly and slid into my bed. I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling, still tasting them in my mouth, still aching. Between my thighs. In my chest. In the base of my spine.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes. Bit my lip. Every part of me was pulsing. I shifted slightly, thighs pressing together. My hand slid under the sheets--just resting. I flinched at the tenderness. Still slick. Still stretched. Still taken in every way a woman could be.

I wasn't trying to come again. I didn't have anything left. But I needed to feel something. Just enough to remind myself I wasn't dreaming.

Behind me, Melissa stirred.

"Where'd you go?" she mumbled, thick with sleep.

My voice came out on instinct. "Hot tub."

She made a noise, rolled over. "Lucky bitch."

Silence again.

I exhaled slowly.

My body was fried, raw in all the right places. My tits still swollen. My pussy still wet. My ass--God, I didn't even know how I was gonna sit tomorrow. And I didn't care.

I curled on my side, tugged the sheet higher.

Tomorrow I'd see them again. At breakfast. At the fields. Watching their teams, watching the crowd, pretending to act like nothing happened.

But I'd feel their eyes when they found me in the stands. And they'd know.

I didn't just cross a line tonight. I drew a new one.

And I had no idea where it would go from here.