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“Fuck, Em, you feel so good inside me.”
That’s what Lindsey walks into her room to: Kelley, her voice fucked up either from screaming in the locker room with the same intensity as when they won the World Cup, or from what she and Sonnett have been doing. Lindsey can’t see them yet, she’s not far enough into the room, but she doesn’t have to to burn with a jealousy she never expected. Never experienced until Sonnett ended up in DC. It wasn’t about her leaving Portland - that was bad, of course it was. But knowing Kelley would get her, all the time, knowing that Kelley would be the one to celebrate big wins with her and the one she would turn to for comfort, that’s been hard. But not as hard as walking into her own room and having it slap her in the face. It’s been awkward for the three of them the last couple of times they’ve been together, sharing the woman they both adore. Lindsey hoped that this tournament would be a time for Sonnett and her to reconnect, to make up for all the time they’d lost while Lindsey was across the ocean. And it has been, for the most part. They’ve roomed together, slept together, showered together, cuddled together. But tonight - when Sonnett ran off after she scored instead of into Lindsey’s arms, and when it was Kelley, full of silliness and confidence after the game, who thought to kiss her on the cheeks after the final whistle - tonight has been extra hard. Now, thanks to Lindsey needing more treatment on her knee after they got back to the hotel, it’s Kelley who’s gotten to her first again. They’re celebrating Sonnett’s first international goal, and Lindsey’s not a part of it.
What’s worse, they don’t even seem to notice her, Kelley’s teeth sunk into Sonnett’s shoulder as she rolls her hips, Sonnett’s fingers digging into her ass, her lips moving near Kelley’s ear, whispering something Lindsey can’t hear. It’s not the way she would have chosen to celebrate Sonnett, had anyone asked for her input. She would have had Sonnett on her back, legs spread, fingers buried deep in the defender. She would’ve been looking into Sonnett’s eyes, telling her how good she is, how proud she should be, asking her what she wanted, if she could take another finger, or if she wanted Lindsey’s tongue.
Instead, Kelley’s in her lap, riding her, on their couch. They couldn’t even wait til they got back home. And Sonnett? Well she looks perfectly pleased with the situation, just fulfilling the rest of her fairytale, Lindsey supposes.
Score a goal - the winning goal.
Get voted POTM.
Fuck Kelley O’Hara on the couch.
Check, check, check.
Lindsey clears her throat. She doesn’t know what else to do, leaning against the wall, watching them. It’s not that it feels dirty - not quite - and she doesn’t know what she intends to get out of the interruption, but she’s also not good with being ignored. The keycard in the door didn’t get their attention, neither did the click of the door shutting, but this does. She sees Kelley’s hips stutter, just for a moment, before Sonnett’s voice seems to put her at ease. “Oh, hey, Linds,” she looks up, her eyes almost apologetic, but maybe not quite. There’s something about her… maybe the hint of a self-satisfied smile, the way one corner of her mouth quirks up, on her face… that says she’s a bit proud of herself. For scoring or getting Kelley naked during a tournament when she always swears that there’s no room for distractions when a title is on the line, Lindsey can’t tell.
Lindsey collapses on her bed, leaning heavily against the headboard. The exaggerated sigh that comes with it is enough of a distraction that Kelley turns and glances over her shoulder, making eye contact with the younger woman, checking on her without saying it.
Half a beat , Lindsey thinks. Half a beat is all Kelley falters with the knowledge that Lindsey is watching them. She used to be jealous - a little needy - when Lindsey and Emily were together. But now, for all intents and purposes, she’s got the girl. And that girl is fucking her in their room.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Lindsey fakes a smirk, because there’s nothing else she can do.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Kelley replies with an air of confidence, grinding down onto Sonnett again. And that’s that. She’s back to helping Sonnett’s hands to her ass again, back to rolling her hips, like she can almost forget Lindsey’s in the room. Almost except it’s kinda hot knowing that Lindsey’s going to watch Sonnett make her come.
“Good. This is hot.”
“Fuck, it sure is hot,” Emily hisses, and she looks over Kelley’s shoulder at Lindsey, propped up against the headboard, watching them, her legs fallen open, her hand dangerously close to the top of her waistband. Lindsey, who could have backed right out of the room when she realized she had interrupted them. Whose chest is rising and falling more heavily now as she watches, as her hand finally dips below her shorts. Who stayed.
And it would be hot, Kelley thinks, if Emily hadn’t stilled under her. She pushes herself higher over the younger woman, kissing her back into the cushions, tantalizingly deep and slow, the same way she’s riding her, and Emily’s hands trail down from her neck to her back, over her stomach, and to her ass again. She refocuses on the one she’s with, not the one she’s supposed to be with, fucks up into her until Kelley is having to support herself on the back of the couch, her breaths becoming more uneven and whiny as she rolls her hips, coaxing the cock to rub against her G spot. It’s almost unbearably good, the way the friction makes her feel like everything between her pussy and her throat is connected.
She pulls Kelley into her again, more possessively this time, sucking the older woman’s tit into her mouth and squeezing her ass. But as Kelley’s ragged breaths fill Emily’s ears, Emily can’t help but take a peak around her, at Lindsey, biting down on her lip, her own hips moving as she rocks up into her hand. Her green eyes are focused on them, on every movement they make together.
It’s as if Kelley can sense her distraction, and she kisses Emily like she owns her, sucking her tongue into her mouth and wrapping her arms around Emily’s head. She tangle her hands in blonde hair until Emily closes her eyes and gets lost in it all again, in the way Kelley’s warm skin feels so smooth under her hands, the way she’s breathing as hard as she does during the beep test, the way the base of the cock presses against her clit in a rhythm that could get her off, too.
She knows Kelley’s close by her moans and because of the eye contact she’s so desperate for. But as Kelley looks at her, Emily licks her lips and bites down on the bottom one. Before Kelley can figure out why the blonde looks so deep in thought, Emily’s lifting up on her hips. “Turn around, babe,” she encourages. “I think Lindsey wants to see more than just your gorgeous ass.” She winks, gives Kelley two loud pops, and guides her around, the older woman not even coming completely off the dildo.
The change in position suits Kelley, allowing her to lean forward and grip Emily’s thighs. And she loves the way Emily rubs her slightly rough hands up and down her back, over her ass and breasts and up to her throat, loves the way she grabs her waist and holds on as Kelley rides her cock. She loves that Lindsey’s watching all of it, too. Kelley leans back and wraps an arm around Emily’s neck, and Emily grabs her tit again, squeezing it roughly. She rubs across the tops of Kelley’s thighs, runs her fingers through her closely-cropped hair as Kelley leans back into her, and presses the pads of her fingers into her clit as Kelley grinds against her. And Emily watches Lindsey as her hand moves faster and harder to the rising pitch of Kelley’s moans.
“Kell, I want Lindsey to join us. How do you feel about that?” Maybe it’s a bold question. It doesn’t really feel like it though, not tonight.
There’s thirty seconds of silence in the room, Kelley still rocking on her, just slower, as she thinks. “I don’t want you to touch her,” she finally says.
“Ok. That’s fine. Linds, are you ok with that? Do you want to join us?”
Lindsey nods and stands, not quite sure what she's doing or going to do, and makes her way across the small room until she's awkwardly waiting in front of them.
“Take your clothes off,” Kelley says, more confident now in what she wants, and Lindsey obliges.
“Come here,” Emily pats the spot next to her. As Lindsey sits down, Emily guides Kelley forward until her hands are resting on the floor.
“Oh shit!” Kelley gasps, new sensations shooting throughout her body.
It gives both women a breathtaking view, and Emily continues lightly rubbing her back as she fucks her. She spreads Kelley’s cheeks, and Lindsey licks her fingers so she can tease around Kelley’s asshole. “Fuck, Kell, you look so good,” she whispers to the woman panting in front of her.
“You do, babe,” Emily agrees. “You’re gorgeous.”
“I wish I could see,” Kelley blurts out, giving everyone a moment of levity.
“You could get on,” Emily suggests to Lindsey, patting her thigh, “and she could see what we see.”
But Lindsey shoots her a look like she knows that won’t fly, not even tonight as they celebrate. There is something she can do though. She gets up, finds a phone, and takes a picture to show Kelley later, of her cheeks spread open, the cock filling her hole, her juices glistening on her inner thighs. She’s about to toss the phone aside when Sonnett stops her
“Wait, let me slide it all the way out and put it back in,” she suggests, and Lindsey switches her camera to video, capturing Kelley’s red, pulsing pussy dripping for her to watch later. For them to watch later. It’s so hot watching Sonnett slide the cock so painfully slow into Kelley while the older woman is moaning, that Lindsey almost doesn’t care if they use it to get off without her once they’re back home. Emily smacks Kelley’s ass a few more times. They’ll have that to watch later, too.
Lindsey tosses the phone aside, and to the sound of a sharp intake of breath, Emily guides Kelley back upright, the entire length of the cock now in her. “Oh shit, shit, yes. Baby…” her voice becomes strangled.
“So fucking hot seeing you take all of my cock like this, baby. But I wanna watch Lindsey make you come. Would that be ok with you?”
Kelley can’t find her words, only managing a nod as she continues to work herself on Emily’s cock, but it’s enough direction for Lindsey. Kelley slumps back against the younger woman, caressing her cheek, as Lindsey settles on the floor in front of them.
“Kell, your pussy is so beautiful,” Lindsey murmurs, leaning forward to kiss her center. She begins teasing Kelley with her tongue, working her over, and Emily keeps her steady, one hand wrapped around her waist, the nails of her other hand scraping over the tops of her thighs.
Emily uses her knees to spread Kelley’s legs farther apart for Lindsey, and when she knows Kelley can't go any longer without coming, wraps a hand in Lindsey’s hair, burying Lindsey’s face in Kelley’s pussy. Kelley reaches behind her, gripping the back of the couch, and thrusts up into Lindsey’s mouth. She cries out as Emily pinches her nipples, sending an explosion of pain straight to her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes ahhh fuck yes!” She comes, too loudly for a hotel room, against Lindsey’s tongue with Emily’s cock still filling her, a giant ball of tension finally released from deep in her stomach, and with Emily’s arm around her like she won’t ever let go.
“Kell,” the blonde says softly as she comes down. “I know you said you don’t want me to touch her, but I want her to show us what else that mouth of hers can do. And then maybe you come again for us? What do you think?”
“Mmm,” Kelley hums, sliding higher on the defender’s stomach, off her cock so Lindsey can take it into her mouth.
Lindsey knows that maybe she shouldn’t, not when Kelley’s there, but she can’t help but slowly nibble her way up Emily’s thigh. Emily leans forward and rests her chin on Kelley’s shoulder so she can watch Lindsey lick up the shaft and around the tip, then take more of the cock into her mouth little by little. She can feel her face turning a deeper shade of red at the thought of the cock down Lindsey’s throat, and has to resist the urge to guide Lindsey deeper herself; she wants Kelley to be a part of this. “Show her how I like it, baby.”
Kelley gathers Lindsey’s hair in a loose ponytail, and leaves her hand on the back of Lindsey’s head. “No hands,” she directs, “She wants to watch you choke. If it’s too much, you can stop me,” the brunette assures her. She slowly pushes Lindsey down until the younger woman forces her head back up with a cough.
“Why’d you stop, love?” Emily asks, but without getting an answer, Lindsey’s mouth is back on her. “Good girl,” Emily murmurs. “Look at me.” Lindsey holds eye contact this time as Kelley shoves her head down again. She gags and chokes, her eyes welling up, but she doesn’t stop until the pressure from Kelley’s hand on her head lessens, giving her a bit of a reprieve. “You like my cock down your throat, don’t you? You’re so good.” All Lindsey can do is nod up at her as Kelley pushes her deeper again.
She likes it, the way Sonnett’s face reddens, the way she bites down on her lip so hard Lindsey’s afraid it’s going to bleed. The total focus Sonnett has on her now, not Kelley. The praise. The trembling of her thighs that tells the midfielder how affected she is by just the image of Lindsey on her knees for her. All of it, and the trust she had to place in both of them, makes her pussy throb.
“God your mouth looks so pretty with a cock in it,” Sonnett continues.
When she pops off with a string of saliva connected from the dildo to the corner of her mouth, she looks at Kelley for permission to slide it back inside her.
“She wants you to come again, baby,” Emily breathes against her ear. “Can you do that? Do you want to come for us again?”
“Yes, please,” Kelley whimpers, spreading her legs for Lindsey again as she starts to grind on Emily’s cock.
It hits Lindsey then, Kelley open and exposed like this, she’s always been sexy, but the way she is now, vulnerable, not just for Emily, but for both of them, takes her sexiness to another level. And the way Lindsey can be vulnerable with them, Kelley’s pleasure becoming hers, and hers becoming theirs, causes her belly to flutter. She takes her time, appreciates the older woman for everything that she is - strong, soft, fearful, confident. She trails her fingers over Kelley’s abs as she kisses her, squeezes her freckled thighs as she sucks on her clit.
And this time, Kelley’s clit pulsating against Lindsey’s soft tongue, Emily covers her mouth as she comes. As soon as the waves of her second orgasm pass, she’s leaning forward, bouncing on Emily’s cock, desperate to get off again. Lindsey sits back on her heels watching, touching herself, her moans crescendoing as the fire inside her does, too. As Kelley shudders as gets close again, she leans forward, her breasts filling Emily’s hands, and Lindsey meets her with a bruising kiss, swallowing the sounds of her climax. Kelley sinks back into Emily as if she could float on air, sweaty and out of breath, and Lindsey slides her fingers over Kelley's lips and into her mouth, allowing the older woman to taste her slick and clean her fingers. “Stay here tonight.” Lindsey catches herself, because she hears it in her own voice, that she’s almost begging. “You know, if you want to. You’re already here. Already naked. It’s a big bed.” There’s a rawness to these new, scary emotions, the three of them being together before they’ve really even worked out what it means to be apart, but to Lindsey, it doesn’t feel like a connection any of them should walk away from tonight.
“It’ll fit all of us,” Sonnett smiles.