My mouth falls open as I stare at the massive toy in Rachel’s hands. It’s easily like a foot long. It’s tapered at one end, getting bigger at the base. We’re talking Pringles can. Shit, if she sat on that thing, it would tickle her damn tonsils.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I say, my gaze darting between her and Caleb.
She’s still grinning. “You too tired to play, angel? You can always watch.”
I sweep forward, cupping her face, and kiss her senseless. I’ve needed my girl like I need air. The travel and the weird schedule are the worst part about hockey life. I just want to be in my bed every night, with her warm pussy making a nice home for my dick.
She shifts between us, dropping the squid cock onto the desk, her hands going back to fist my shirt. She pulls it off over my head, her hands going to my chest, smoothing over my muscles.
“Cay, come here,” I call.
She smiles up at me, her dark gaze warm and sensual. I love the pout of her lips. I brush over it with my thumb as Cay slips off the bed and steps around behind her.
“What’s the game plan here, baby girl?” I say brushing the loose tendrils back from her face.
She turns her face into my hand and kisses my palm. “I have some ideas.”
“Wanna share with the team?”
She reaches behind herself for Caleb’s hands, pulling him closer as she places his hands around her, helping his fingers find the zipper of her hoodie. Her hands go back to my chest as he unzips her.
I look down to see her sports bra has a front zip too. “One more, Cay.”
His hands drift back up, finding the zipper, pulling it down. He pops the two pieces of zipper free, and the stretchy fabric gives, Rachel’s bare breasts dropping with their natural weight.
“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” I mutter as I cup one. I love their size, their fullness, the dark pink of her sensitive nipples.
She arches into my hand, smiling and tipping her head back as Caleb sheds her of both pieces of clothing, her topless tatted skin on full display.
“What do you want?” I say again.
Her gaze is hooded with lust. “I want you,” she replies. “Jake, I have to have you.” Her hands trail down my chest, fingertips brushing my abs, as she lands on the waist of my shorts.
My cock is so hard already. I’m a mess for this girl. For Cay too. I want him here. The idea of sharing her, of having two cocks to drive her wild, it just does something to me. It’s blowing my mind, because outside of sharing her with Cay, I feel feral at the idea of another man even looking twice at her. But Caleb coming in her mouth while I fuck her pussy? Apparently, that gets me harder than steel every time.
She slips my shorts down my hips, letting my dick spring free. Her hand is ready to wrap around it, her skin soft as she gives me a stroke that has me groaning. I watch as Caleb steps into her, brushing her hair aside to kiss her neck in the same place I like.
“Get on your knees, Hurricane,” he murmurs in her ear. “Show him how much you like his pretty boy cock,” he adds with a wink at me.
Oh shit, how do I always almost forget what he’s packing in his pants? I still can’t believe he did that. Perks of not being a pro player who has to stuff his dick into a jock six days a week. Is it a perk? I’m still undecided. And Rachel is cagey as fuck about it.
She smiles up at me, as if she’s waiting for my consent.
My heart is in my throat. Everything feels more sensitive with Caleb here to watch. I nod and she sinks against me with a satisfied little sound. She takes her time, kissing down my chest, my cock still in her hand. Then she drops to her knees between us and looks up at me. Damn, and she accuses me of having fuck-me eyes.
She leans in letting her warm breath fan over my tip. It has me twitching in her hand. Then she gives it a teasing lick. Slowly, she parts those bowed lips and takes just the tip, swirling it with her warm tongue until I’m groaning.
“Cay,” she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder at him.
They’ve come a long way in these past weeks. As if he just knows what she wants, he steps in, digging his hands into her hair. She relaxes into his hold and opens her mouth, letting his touch guide her back onto my dick.
Oh, fuck.
My hands drop to her shoulders, while Cay keeps his hands on her head.
“That’s it,” he croons, moving her mouth further onto my dick. “Relax your throat and take him all the way in. Feel him deep. Such a good girl. Suck him harder.”
“Fuck, you can’t dirty talk or I’m not gonna last,” I pant, already feeling that spiraling sensation growing tighter.
Rachel sucks on me, her talented tongue working my tip as Caleb moves her.
“Baby, I’m gonna—shit—” I hiss, pushing her shoulders until she’s off me. My breathing is ragged after a two-minute blowjob? Yeah, I’m officially a mess. I pull her up standing and jerk her leggings down, helping her shimmy out of them. “Time to show us your toy, baby girl. Get on that bed and spread your legs for us.”
She tips up on her toes and kisses me, her tongue flicking my bottom lip, before she’s turning, her hand smoothing down Caleb’s chest as she kisses him too. “You gonna join the party, devil?” she asks him. Then she slips from between us and saunters over to the bed.
I watch, heart in my throat, as she crawls onto the bed, flashing us that round ass. “Does her magic bag have any lube?”
Cay snatches up the toy and hands it to me as he shoves his hand in her bag.
“I’m waiting,” she calls.
Both our gazes dart back over to her. Rachel is perched up on her elbows, knees bent. With our gazes on her, she holds that soft smile and drops her legs open, exposing her glistening pussy.
“Oh, fuck that,” I growl, tossing the toy back to Caleb. I cross the room and dive onto the bed, burying my face in her cunt.
She cries out, her thighs locking around my head until she relaxes, letting herself fall open. Then I straight up devour her. Apparently, not all guys like the taste of pussy. A lot of locker room talk makes it seem like this is a chore. Fuck, I would live on my knees for a good pussy. And Rachel tastes so fucking good. Sweet and feminine. I want to roll her over. I want her straddling my face. I want to drown.
But then the mattress sinks, and Caleb is crawling up the bed next to me, tossing the dildo and a bottle of lube onto the comforter. I’ve got two fingers inside her, stretching her out, feeling her inner wall for that spot that’ll make her toes curl. She’s arching into my touch, her eyes open as she takes us both in.
“Taste her, Cay,” I say, scooting back. “Taste our girl.”
With a hungry groan, he drops down to his elbow, wedging himself in next to me as he closes his mouth around her pussy.
“Oh—” She arches into him.
With his left hand, he takes two fingers and opens her, exposing her clit. She shivers under his touch, one arm going up over her eyes. “Spit on her clit,” he orders. “Get her wet.”
She moans at his words.
I lean forward on my elbows and spit, letting it drip down onto her glistening clit. With a satisfied grunt, Caleb rubs it in. I watch him take my saliva and bring her to the edge. It’s captivating. While his fingers still massage her clit, I lean forward and spit again, watching it run between his fingers and drip down onto her pussy. I don’t even have to touch her. I’m gonna lose it just watching.
“Fuck,” he mutters, dropping his mouth to taste it, sucking on her clit slicked with my spit until she’s practically grinding against his mouth. Then he pops off. “Jake, make her come while I lube up the toy.”
He doesn’t have to tell me fucking twice. I shift her over, burying my face back in that sweet cunt, spearing my tongue inside her.
“Oh, Jake—”
Her hand grips my hair as she works my head, her hips grinding against my chin. And just like that, I’m within an inch of blowing my load again. God, this is the best kind of torture. I shift my weight and shove three fingers inside her, curling them along her inner wall. I move my mouth up to her clit and suck hard. I’m making obscene noises, but I don’t care, because in moments my girl is shattering, her cunt strangling my fingers as she orgasms.
There’s nothing better than this feeling. This exact moment right here, feeling her free fall against my mouth. The female orgasm is a beautiful thing. I like to earn it. It’s the sportsman in me. I want to learn Rachel’s rules and play to win.
Score one, Jake Compton.
She’s breathless, one hand on her heart as she recovers.
“We’re just getting started, Hurricane,” Caleb teases. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the day we met,” he says, holding up the massive squid dildo. He flicks something on the bottom and suddenly the toy is alive, buzzing and wiggling in his hand.
My dick twitches with interest, and he and I share a wicked grin.
Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
