Quaranteam - the Upstart's Night

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October 22nd 2020

Evie's tongue flicked and teased at the stud crowning Farah's clit, causing the sportswoman to moan into Nia's mouth as she tried to keep up their kiss. There was a sharp gasp and colourful string of curses as Farah pinched at Nia's nipple, tweaking it with just enough force that Nia keened her head back, struggling against the sharp twist of pleasure even as Ethan drove into the sodden mess of her cunt from behind.

Ethan lay back on the bed, idly watching the video playback on the room's tv, a chorus of cries and groans drifting out from the speakers. The plan had been for he and Farah to spend the night alone after she woke up from imprinting, with Nia staying in Evie's old room, but it was clear now that most of the advanced plans they'd made for the new arrival had well and truly been ripped up. Quite how Nia and Evie had ended up with them had become a bit of a blur, along with most of the rest of last night. It might have been Farah's suggestion? That seemed plausible anyway, given the fervour with which she'd thrown herself into really meeting her new teammates.

Riding her crotch against Evie's face, Farah glanced at the camera. It kept pulling at her attention and she caressed herself absently, even as Nia leaned in and nibbled at her neck.

What was clear, as mid morning sunlight tried to force its way through the curtains, was that filming things had definitely been Farah's idea. Sarah had decided one of the cameras could be moved later, leaving it behind in her rush to find Lukas, allowing their presenter to indulge in the exhibitionist streak she'd seemingly just discovered. It hadn't been a huge surprise when Evie had played at shyness before quickly getting on board, but how readily he'd got into the idea had been. The only one with any sort of reticence had been Nia and yet...

"Fuck yes," Nia blathered. Ethan set his hand where her neck met her shoulders as he pushed her face down into the mattress, the dull smack of her raised arse against his thighs audible on the recording as they fucked. "Fuck me like you own me, show the camera how much of a greedy bitch I am for you. God I feel like such a fucking whore like this."

She ran her mouth until she came without Ethan, not needing the extra push from his release to find her own. She strained, back arching, pushing against his hand, her body attempting to uncoil its tension as she trembled. Ethan however pinned her in place and Nia found the resistance wonderful as she was left unable to do anything other than tug and tremble against his weight. He always seemed to know exactly how rough, how controlling, she wanted him to be and she helplessly surrendered to him.

Ethan's mind strayed to what Rhys had said, about those bonded to him finding gratification in his desires. Maybe there was some truth to it? But then, if there was, it was hard to see the look of bliss on Nia's face and feel like that was something he should start trying to deny her.

A nude Farah wandered from the bathroom, hair slick, the contours of her muscles picked out by moisture from the shower she'd just taken. The rest of the morning was theirs, with Nia and Evie both having to reluctantly excuse themselves early for Project business and he was grateful for a chance to spend some more time with her where sex didn't need to be the only priority.

"Did you get to the part with the strap-on yet," Farah asked as she joined him, the warmth of her body leaning against his, and the mattress gave a small creak, as if it was still protesting at what they'd subjected it to the night before.

Evie rode Ethan, the bed bouncing beneath them. She wasn't paying much mind to exactly where the camera was and, more often than not, all that could be seen of her was the curl of her back and the rise and fall of her taut backside, punctuated by the occasion peak of the buttplug she was doing her best to keep inside herself.

"I think this is still a little way off that still?" Ethan had only been half watching in reality, straying to his phone frequently, fielding messages from Lukas and waiting to see if Aoife had messaged him back and assuaged his guilt. "Running less hot now?"

'Running Hot' was the term Project Upstart had fallen into using with each other for the seemingly superhuman libido the vaccine could leave them with. Nia had told him that Gemivax was for a slightly different production run to most of what the States were using, tailored to the European market, and that anecdotally those effects were managing to be even more pronounced here than on the other side of the Atlantic. Ethan had nothing to directly compare to, but based on the reports he'd seen before being vaccinated it definitely felt like Nia and Evie's appetites were far in excess of what was meant to be expected. And it didn't seem like Farah had exactly managed to 'cool off' entirely from the initial heat either.

"A little? Maybe, I'm not exactly in a rush to stop feeling like this," she grinned at him, inviting him to stoop in and kiss him. As he did he felt her hand find his crotch, idly starting to jerk him off beneath the sheets.

It wasn't long since Evie had been the one eating Farah out, and now it was the other woman's turn to return the favour. Farah eased herself into place between Evie and Ethan, leaning down to flick and lap her tongue across the point where cock and pussy met, fingers working all the while to masturbate herself.

Nia recovered enough to rejoin them, unable to keep herself out of the fray. Her eyes made contact with Evie's seeing the strained bliss on her features, and she cupped the younger woman's face, kissing her like a lost soulmate.

Ethan couldn't help but close his eyes and grunt a small exhalation, cock over-sensitive still, getting a familiar, easy laugh from Farah.

"Don't worry, I know it's been through a lot. I'll go easy on it," she said, in a way that didn't leave Ethan entirely convinced. Her attention then strayed back to the screen where Evie and Nia were enthusiastically making out. "Those two are really something, huh?"

"They really are."

"They've made this way less intimidating than I thought it could be. I was worried how I was going fit in and measure up."

That took Ethan by surprise. "You? Intimidated?" Farah had a profile beyond any of them and ready charm to match. She was successful across two fields, confident and gorgeous. The idea that she could be intimidated by another woman wasn't something that had crossed his mind.

Farah's head emerged from between Ethan's legs and she pried Nia away from Evie, stealing a kiss from plush dark lips, her tongue demanding recognition. Nia returned it, already with almost as much affection as she had shown Evie, before beginning to kiss her way down toned desi skin.

There was a moan as fingers glided up inside Farah, and Nia purred just loudly enough for the recording to pick it up. "Don't tell me I've got another greedy little cunt demanding my attention." Farah groaned at the sensation curling up inside her, then giggled, and dragged Nia backwards, leaving Evie to pump her hips against Ethan on her own.

"Yeah? Of course I was." Her hand kept stroking him below the sheet and her attention lingered enough on the playing video as they spoke that she needed some sort of outlet for the arousal it was keeping smouldering. "Not only was I walking into whatever you three already had going, but I'm just an idiot from Bradford who smacked a ball around and doesn't know when to shut up. Evie and Nia are smart, cultured, privileged. It was easy to feel that they're a world away from someone like me."

He was frustrated he'd missed that. They could have done more to realise how imbalanced the dynamic Farah had been walking into was. And he could certainly sympathise with her seeing the strengths of others seeming stark compared to her own, especially with the similar working class backgrounds they shared. It was the next thing she said however that truely caught him off guard.

"And it's not like you're much better."

"Me? You were intimidated by me?" Ethan's disbelief was plain in his voice. There was nothing remotely remarkable about him in his mind that could let someone feel that way. "You're not serious?"

Evie cried his name as she rode him, overwhelmed by just how incredible one person could make her feel. "Ethan...fuck. How do you do this to me...Please. I don't ever want you to stop..." Her back was to the camera but even so it was obvious how her body pulsed, clenching and unfurling in small eddies of pleasure. Juices smeared his thighs, her enthusiasm painted damp on the sheets below.

Farah nodded before resting her head against his chest. "When this all started and your name came up I asked around about you. Turns out that we've got a lot of acquaintances that are acquaintances of each other's acquaintances. There's only so many degrees of separation you can get in the media, and you know what I was told?"

"You're here, so I'm guessing it can't all be bad"

That brought a chuckle from her, and an eager little squeeze of his cock, her ministrations increasingly insistent. "The only bad comment I got was that you sometimes overthink things, but other than that...You work in our industry and there wasn't a single axe anyone was looking to grind. I got all these emails about how great you were to work with, principled, hard working, kind. About how you caught important things no-one else did. They built a pretty big pedestal to put you on."

He wanted to argue that that was just how everyone should be seen. "Whatever they told you, I'm just a person."

"You are." Farah placed a kiss upon his chest, then suddenly stopped stroking him. There was a brief flicker of disappointment, until a long, powerful leg swung across him and she moved to straddle him. Her pussy accepted him effortlessly, and she groaned as he filled her. "But you're one with a fucking

amazing

dick."

It was his turn to laugh. "Ok, you definitely haven't completely cooled down yet." The view on the tv wasn't bad, but the one on top of him was every bit as compelling, and he gave a long exhale as he took in how perfect she felt and how much her body demanded attention; from the heft of her chest to the boldness of her tattoo and piercing, to the provocative, gleeful smirk she was fixing him with. "And besides, if anything I'm the one who should be intimidated by you. You're..."

Farah gave her hips a roll and shut him up with a kiss. "Mmm...yeah, we're definitely not talking about how I'm a big impressive sports star," she said as if the statement was ridiculous. "I have a hard enough time feeling like I measure up to how people see me already without you starting too."

"Fair," Ethan replied. "Besides, you're a little hard to argue with right now."

There was a yelp of half-hearted protest as Nia took Farah from behind. Nia hadn't mentioned before that she'd brought a strap-on with her to Taymont, but as she'd produced it it had become abundantly clear that she had come prepared for at least some of the world of sex and lust they found themselves in. Ethan's attention was still being demanded by Evie but as the black woman's hips jerked roughly forward he had found himself wondering just what else she had planned for.

The toy slung from her hips disappeared to the hilt with a single motion inside of Farah and the athlete murmured something inaudible to the camera, earning herself a sharp swat across the one of the cheeks of her ass from Nia in response. Farah braced herself, eyes bunched shut, and moaned as Nia fucked her.

Ethan's hand stroked Farah's thigh, and his hand lingered where a patch of light drifted through the curtains and illuminated the large tattoo that decorated her smooth skin. Slowly, his fingers traced one of the assertive black lines of the stylised lioness, the head peering out from a bold circle of petals that surrounded it, designed into the form of a stylised lotus mandala.

"I got it after my first test match for England," she explained. The lion was the emblem of the national team and it wasn't a huge leap of logic to connect it to her career. Even so, the huge note of pride that lifted up in her voice made Ethan glad she wanted to spell it out.

"And the flower?"

"I'm not a great daughter, and I'm an even worse muslim," the smile that came with that half of the explanation was considerably more wan. "I guess this was the one way I could find to pay some sort of respect to that side of my heritage. Mum absolutely hates it though."

"No accounting for taste," he tried to reassure her, but decided against probing further. They still barely knew each other after all, and unpacking difficult relationships was probably best not done while she continued to ride him, sextape playing in the background. Instead moved his hand to play with her piercing, drawing a pleased moan as it rubbed against her clit. "So, I bet she doesn't know about this then?"

"Oh

God

no." She closed her eyes and pressed even more firmly against him, grinding upon his cock. "That was...mmm. That was for me. You

might

have noticed this but people in our industry don't have the best track record when it comes to sexualising women. I got drunk and had it done after an argument with one producer who kept commenting on my wardrobe. Something about wanting to feel like I had control over my own sexuality I guess?"

"You don't seem the sort of person who's exactly shy about how you look."

Farah preened for the camera, eyes locked fervently upon it as Nia continued to thrust. She arched her back, leaning up against the other woman, and groped her own body, delighting in how her tits bounded on the viewfinder with every stroke. Burying itself eagerly between Farah's legs, Nia's hand worked with her hips, offering the occasional suggestive glance at the glinting piercing that perched above sodden lips.

"I'm definitely not. Honestly, I'm pretty big on enjoying attention. I just always hated the idea of it being someone else in charge of how people see me. It's one thing for me to do or wear something because I want to, another because I'm worried some old white dude will fire me if he doesn't get what he wants." Ethan could understand that, the ingrained sexism and harassment of his industry was something that was always meant to be getting better, but since he'd started never did. If anything good was going to come out of the pandemics then the sudden shock to the gender imbalanced system that was now on its way would be one of them. The sound of Farah's moans playing over the speakers got louder, and she pawed at her own chest in response, her own intensity creeping up. "You know I'd actually been toying with making an Onlyfans account before Upstart came calling, with how much work's dried up."

That did come as a small shock to Ethan. The insight into who she was didn't bring judgement, he admired how casually open to her own desires she was. Rather it was another wake up call to the fact that the woman he was familiar with on his tv was just a shallow approximation of the needs and wants of the very real one on top of him.

"You're serious?"

"Sure. Once sport stopped I wasn't exactly getting many other offers on the table. I was bored, starved for attention, stuck alone in a flat with my money running out feeling like my career had ended overnight." Suddenly there was a little more urgency to Farah's movements, and an increasing eagerness on her face.

Ethan closed his eyes, letting himself sink further into sensation. "What stopped you?"

"The thought that I might burn too many bridges if something else came along...like this." She leaned in, practically lying on top of him, as they fucked, the lazy conversationalism from when they started having shifted very much to Farah chasing release. Even if she kept talking as she did. "And if I had I probably wouldn't have been here, losing my mind over how good you feel...although with hindsight, getting filmed yesterday...that's probably put wanting to do it in a new perspective..."

Dark brown eyes, drunk with arousal, looked straight down the lens. When Nia had realised how much Farah appreciated the camera she had moved them both forward, half hanging her victim over the edge of the bed so that her body loomed full within the frame, filling most of the screen. She was a mess of flushed skin and unkempt hair, sweat and gasps, cunt gloriously full...and she never loved how she looked more.

Ethan groped her ass, gripping her to control her speed, pressing her against himself with every thrust as if it might let him get even deeper inside her. Farah moaned, close enough that he could feel her breath warm and ragged against his neck. Her nails curled against him, close to breaking the skin in unintended scratches across his chest.

And still she kept talking, disinhibited, running her mouth for her own gratification. And while he still wasn't quite able to tell where it was coming from, it would be hard to deny what her words were doing for his own arousal arousal too. "Mmm...maybe I just get off on being looked at."

"Oh shit...fuck me..." Farah gasped for words as Nia pushed her to her limit. She watched herself on the viewfinder, and her pussy clenched around the toy. "I look like such a slut."

"Maybe I like the camera knowing how much of a bad little slut I am..."

"More...Nia...I'm so close..."

"How much I want people looking at me. Crave their attention..."

"Make me feel like a whore."

"Fuck. It would be so good to just let go. To let everyone see what I am. How hot my body looks while you're inside it..."

"Please...Nia. I need it to see me come."

The sounds of her approaching her climax on the video sang around the room, and she quivered on top of him. "Please tell me that's getting you as close as it's getting me?"

Ethan simply managed a small grunt of affirmation, and the barest of nods.

"Good, because I really want you across my face right now."

She surprised Ethan slightly as she abruptly rolled off him and he somehow managed to push himself up on his elbows to accommodate her. Eagerly Farah's hand massaged him, his cock twitching, wonderfully sensitive as she lent down to position herself in front of it. The vaccine's effects on women were well documented, but had left out just how effortlessly those Ethan was paired with would be able to get him off, biologically hardwired to their touch. His eyes eased shut, and she spent him with stroke after stroke.

He slumped back against the pillow, and realised Farah had done the same, her own climax in concert with the moans from the tv.

Farah came hard. Hanging off the edge of the bed her body coiled, tensing and shaking as Nia slowed and pressed a deep thrust into her core with every unsteady wave of pleasure. Somewhere behind them Evie was coming too, body obscured by Nia's but the cries and moans of her climax were unmistakable.