Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)
Pucking Sweet: Chapter 46

Poppy and Cole look at me with wide eyes. I just shrug, still fisting my dick. “What? This is a night of firsts, right? I mean, I’ll try anything once. Including eating out my girl while her pussy is full of cum.”

“Oh god.” She sinks back onto the bed.

I slide my fist up and down my dick. “It sounds fucking dirty when I say it out loud, right? God, it’s turning me on more than I already am,” I admit with a soft laugh. “Which feels fucking impossible.”

“It’s fine with me,” Colton says, smoothing his hand down her thigh.

I look to him. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Anything between the three of us is allowed.”

Shit. I don’t know if I’m quite ready to waltz through that door. But I look to Poppy. Slowly, she nods too. “I’m yours. So long as you’re worshipping only me, my body is your temple to use as you wish. Just…don’t hurt me,” she adds tentatively. “And please don’t say mean things.”

Colton crawls up the bed, stretching out beside her, cupping her face as he tenderly kisses her. “My love, never. I will never say mean things.”

Watching Cole fuck Poppy was a thrill I didn’t expect. He moves so well with her. He knows exactly how to spin her up. Is he that good with all the ladies, or is this just…us? I swear, there’s some kind of magic in the air in here.

He’s used her and filled her and now I just have to know. As they kiss, I sink down onto the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs apart. She whines against his mouth as I kiss up her inner thigh. Fuck me, her scent has changed. It’s mingled with his now. It’s warmer and headier than before. Some kind of hindbrain effect kicks in, and suddenly I feel like the shark in Finding Nemo. Need takes over me. I have to get a taste.

Taking two fingers, I sink them up inside her, smoothing them along the front wall of her pussy. I press my thumb down on her clit, heart racing as I watch more of Cole’s cum leak out around my fingers. They keep kissing, but I feel the way Poppy shifts her hips under me, making room for me. Her free hand drops down to my head, her fingers weaving into my hair. She wants me where I am. She wants me to taste them together.

I tease her for a few more seconds with just my fingers before I add my mouth. Sucking on her clit, I get the first taste of them. I groan, swallowing them down. It’s tangy and sweet. It tastes like raw hedonism. It tastes like the first crash of a wave hitting your body, like the blinding lights of a karaoke stage, like hearing the first few chords of your favorite song on the radio.

I lean into her, feeling my need to come growing tighter in my gut. A soft tingling creeps up my spine as I move my fingers and replace them with my tongue. Poppy cries out, fisting my hair tight as I suck all my friend’s cum from her stretched little pussy.

Desperate for more, I crawl up her body and slide my dick back inside her. Taking her bare is euphoric. I sink in deep, right to the hilt as she moans, her arm going around my shoulders. Colton is on his side, still pressing kisses to her lips as I rut on top of her, fucking her hard and fast. There’s no gentleness left in me tonight.

“Oh god—don’t stop,” she begs. “Lukas, please—”

Colton cups her face, keeping her eyes on him. “You want his cum?”

She nods. “I do.”

“Is he making you feel good?”

“Yes—so good—”

“Do you feel like a queen?”

“I do,” she whines.

“Do you feel cherished, Poppy? Fucking adored?”

“I feel so full. I wanna feel you both. God—I just want you both. I want you touching me. I want you in me.”

I groan, dropping down to suck her tit into my mouth.

“You’ll have us both,” he promises her. “Next time we fuck you, I’m taking your sweet little ass. Lukas will fill your cunt, and you’ll ride two cocks at the same time until you fucking shatter.”

“Oh my god,” she cries, her pussy squeezing me tight.

“You want that?” I tease, biting her breast. “You want us to fill both your tight holes?”

“I’m gonna come,” she cries. “Lukas—”

“Take his cum,” Colton growls. Reaching a hand down between us, he works her clit as I pound into her tight cunt. His fingers set her off and she bursts in a flurry of weak cries and trembling limbs, clinging to me, trying to pull me in deeper.

Groaning with exhausted relief, I release inside her. I shut my eyes tight, my body folding over hers as I hold her to me, letting myself savor this moment of coming inside a woman for the first time. This woman. My Poppy.

I don’t even realize that I’m saying her name, chanting it into her hair. I don’t want to crush her, so I pull out, dropping down to the bed on her other side. The three of us lie there, naked and panting. After a moment, Poppy starts to giggle.

“What?” I say, brushing my hand down her arm.

When a laugh leads to a snort, she covers her mouth, the sound shaking her shoulders.

Cole pushes up on his elbow, staring down at her intensely. “What is it?”

She just shakes her head, those pretty eyes wide. Slowly, she lowers her hands. “I mean, are y’all freaking kidding me? Is this what I’ve been missing all these years?”

Colton’s brown furrows. “What?”

“Before us, she hadn’t had sex in, like, three years,” I explain.

“No,” she cries. Slipping down between us, she all but stumbles off the bed. We both sit up, watching as she keeps laughing, her shoulders shaking. Her blonde hair is a beautiful mess, trailing down her shoulders.

“Poppy, you gotta fill us in, babe,” I say. “Laughing after sex is kind of a major turnoff. You’re gonna give Cole a complex thinking he did something wrong.”

She turns around, smiling from ear to ear. She stands there without a scrap of clothing on. God, she looks beautiful. She’s glowing, like someone lit a candle under her skin. “You don’t get it,” she says. “I’ve never felt so wanted before, so…alive.” Dropping her hands to her side, she rolls her shoulders back, resolve shining on her face. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had.” She points between us, still smiling. “You two gave me the best sex I have ever had.”

Warmth blooms in my chest at her praise.

She hurries forward, crawling back onto the bed. With one hand on me and one on Cole, she leans in, giving us each a quick kiss. “I don’t work tomorrow. Come over to my place? I’ll make us dinner, and we’ll do this again.”