Chapter 20: Sunlight streams through the windows as Vanja arches back onto Aleks' thick length, her moans muffled by Joshua's tongue. Joshua breaks the kiss to watch her fuck Aleks with slow, grinding rolls of her hips. 'Look at you,' he rasps, palming her bouncing tits, 'taking his cock like you were made for it.' Aleks groans, gripping her waist as he thrusts deeper. Joshua's hand slides down to rub her clit in tight circles. 'Come on his dick,' Joshua orders, 'then you're sucking me clean while he watche
The first thing Vanja registered was the weight. A heavy, warm arm thrown across her waist, the solid press of a chest against her back. Then the light, sharp and clean, cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows to paint the minimalist room in shades of pearl and gold. Munich lay sprawled below, still sleeping.
She was naked. They all were. Joshua lay on his back beside her, his profile sharp against the white pillow, one arm still possessively draped over her. Aleks was the furnace at her back, his breathing a soft, steady rhythm against her neck. And pressed firmly against the cleft of her ass, she felt the insistent, hardening length of his morning erection.
A slow, wicked smile touched her lips. She shifted minutely, pressing back, and heard Aleksandar’s breath catch in his sleep. His hips jerked forward in an unconscious response.
Joshua’s eyes opened. Just like that. No groggy blinking, no disorientation. He was instantly awake, his grey gaze clear and focused directly on her. He’d been watching her even before she stirred. He saw her smile, felt the subtle movement of her body, and his eyes darkened with a look that was no longer just shock or surrender, but something hotter, more possessive.
“Morning,” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep.
“Is it?” Vanja murmured, her hand sliding down beneath the duvet to find Aleksandar’s hip. She guided him, his cock sliding through her dampness from behind, the head nudging at her entrance.
Aleks stirred fully then, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, Vanja,” he mumbled, his voice thick.
“Yes,” she agreed, her eyes locked on Joshua’s. “Fuck me.”
She pushed back, taking Aleksandar inside her in one slow, smooth motion. He was thick and hard, filling her completely, a delicious, stretching fullness that made her gasp. Joshua’s arm tightened around her waist.
“Look at you,” Joshua murmured, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through her. “Taking his cock like it’s nothing. Like you were made for it.”
He shifted onto his side, facing her. His own erection, hard and eager, pressed against her thigh. He didn’t touch himself. He just watched, his gaze burning as Aleksandar began to move, setting a slow, deep, waking rhythm.
“Kiss me,” Vanja commanded Joshua, her breath already hitching.
He didn’t hesitate. His mouth crashed down on hers, not gentle, but searing and demanding. It was a claiming. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of Aleksandar’s thrusts behind her. She was the nexus, the connection point, her body a bridge between their two forms of possession. Joshua’s was intellectual, emotional, a brutal recognition. Aleksandar’s was pure, physical devotion.
She broke the kiss, panting. “Tell him,” she breathed to Joshua, her nails digging into his arm. “Tell him what you see.”
Joshua’s eyes, hazy with lust, flickered over her face, down to where their bodies were joined under the sheet. “I see you getting off on this. On having us both.” His voice dropped, raw and honest. “I see jaka95, the brilliant, infuriating bitch from the forums, getting her brains fucked out by my teammate.”
Aleksandar chuckled behind her, his thrusts gaining intensity. “She’s always been the one in charge, Josh. You’re just finally catching up.”
The truth of it, spoken so casually, seemed to ignite something in Joshua. A low growl escaped him. He moved down the bed, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over her breast, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth until she cried out. Then lower, over her trembling stomach, pushing the duvet aside.
He positioned himself between her legs, which were spread wide by Aleksandar’s kneeling form. He looked up at her, his gaze holding hers for a searing moment before he lowered his head and his tongue found her clit.
Vanja’s back arched off the bed, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat. The dual sensation was overwhelming, catastrophic. Aleksandar’s deep, pounding rhythm inside her, and Joshua’s devouring mouth on her, his tongue lashing, sucking, fucking her with a focused intensity that bordered on violence. He wasn’t just pleasuring her; he was learning her, memorizing the taste of her and Aleksandar mixed together, claiming this part of her too.
“Oh god, right there, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop,” she babbled, her hands fisting in Joshua’s hair, holding him to her.
She was hurtling toward the edge, a blinding, white-hot climax building in her core. The room, the city, everything dissolved into the raw, animalistic sounds of their bodies: the wet, slapping rhythm of Aleksandar’s hips against her ass, the hungry, obscene sounds of Joshua’s mouth on her cunt, their mingled groans and gasps.
“I’m gonna come,” Aleksandar grunted, his rhythm becoming frantic, jagged. “Vanja, I’m—”
“Do it,” Joshua ordered, his voice muffled against her flesh. “Fill her up. I want to taste it.”
The command, so filthy and direct, was the final trigger. Vanja screamed as her orgasm detonated, a convulsive, endless wave that clenched around Aleksandar’s cock and rippled under Joshua’s tongue. A second later, Aleksandar drove deep and held there, his own groan long and guttural as he emptied himself inside her.
Joshua didn’t pull away. He kept his mouth on her, drinking, lapping, until her shuddering subsided and Aleksandar, spent, collapsed onto the bed beside them.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. The morning sun was higher now, illuminating the room in stark detail. The rumpled sheets, their glistening bodies, the quiet city below.
Joshua finally lifted his head. His lips were swollen, his chin slick. He looked at Vanja, his expression unreadable. He leaned over her, his body caging hers, and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
When he pulled back, he looked at Aleksandar. “You need to go.”
Aleksandar, lying on his back with an arm thrown over his eyes, just laughed, a tired, breathy sound. “Yeah. I know the drill.” He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and stretched. He looked back at the two of them, Vanja pinned beneath Joshua’s gaze. “Don’t break each other. Or do. I don’t know.” He found his boxers and jeans, pulling them on with practiced ease.
He paused at the bedroom door. “See you at training, Josh.” A nod to Vanja. “Sestra.”
Then he was gone. The click of the front door echoed in the vast, silent apartment.
Joshua rolled off her, onto his back, staring at the ceiling. The space between them on the rumpled sheets felt charged, a new frontier.
“The high-press system,” he said, his voice quiet. “Against a team with a vulnerable back line. You were right. It’s not naïve. It’s aggressive. It’s a fucking gamble, but you were right.”
Vanja turned her head to look at him. The football star, the arrogant bastard, the man whose cum she could still feel leaking out of her, was admitting she was right. Not Vanja the PR assistant. jaka95.
She didn’t smile. She just watched him. “I know.”
He turned his head, his grey eyes meeting hers. The war wasn’t over. It had just moved to a new, more dangerous battlefield. One without rules. One where everything was laid bare.
“What happens now?” he asked.
Vanja reached out, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Now,” she said softly, “we see who breaks first.”