Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)
Pucking Sweet: Chapter 51

It turns out it’s impossible to announce to your two sex-crazed boyfriends that you’re wearing a butt plug, and then expect them to sit quietly to watch a sunset. They had their hands all over me. Their lips too, whispering naughty words, spinning me up tighter than stripes on a candy cane. As the sun sank below the horizon, Lukas slipped his hand under the beach towel to massage my clit while Colton dirty-talked me to orgasm.

I’ll never be able to look at Steve and Mike without blushing again.

When we got back to the marina, it was dark, and the parking lot was full. Lukas pressed me up against the side of my car, hands on my hips as he leaned over my shoulder. “You know, I’ve been thinking about it, Popsicle…and I think you’re a little liar. I don’t think you’ve been sitting on a butt plug for us all night.”

Widening my stance in the gravel, I pressed my hands to the car, pushing into Lukas with my hips. “Don’t believe me? Check.”

With a hungry groan, he flipped up my dress, his hand slipping under the hem of my little white cotton panties. I shivered as his finger trailed between my cheeks, pausing on the jeweled head of the plug. “Oh, fuck me.” He pressed his teeth to my shoulder in a desperate growl.

Colton boxed me in and smoothed his hand over my ass cheek before he felt it too. Grabbing my hair in a fist, he jerked my head back, making me gasp. “Who gets to take you here tonight?”

I smiled. “If we play right, you both can. I hope you do.”

Now we’re back home, and my apartment door shuts with finality. Lukas turns the lock. “Get naked and get on the goddamn bed.” He marches toward me, and I hold up a hand.

“Wait—” I’m nervous, but Claribel assured me honesty is always the best policy. “I may have told a white lie before.”

They look down at me, puzzled. “What?” asks Colton.

“Well, it’s not so much that I told a lie,” I clarify. “More like I lied by omission.”

“Poppy, what—”

“I’ve never actually had anal before.”

They glance at each other, then back to me. Colton speaks first. “That’s okay—”

“Yeah, only, it’s hard for me to try new things in the bedroom because I’ve never really had partners who made me feel adventurous or sexy,” I admit. “And you both know how I tend to overthink things. And if you dive deep enough down any rabbit hole on the internet, you’ll be convinced you’re dying. So, I guess I’ve always just been too anxious to try it, you know what I mean? But you both said you wanted it, and I want to be adventurous for you, and I want it to be so, so good for you. So, I went to Claribel, and she explained what to do, and that made me feel like I won’t die. But I’m still nervous, and I’m sorry, and I just had to get that all out there before we start…and I understand if I’ve ruined this, and you don’t want to do it anymore…and now I’m done.”

They just keep staring at me.

“Talking,” I add. “I’m done talking.”

Slowly, the boys glance at each other again. “Did you get all that?” asks Lukas.

“About half,” Colton replies. “She’s never tried anal, and the internet has convinced her it will kill her.”

Lukas nods. “Right, well, should we just watch TV instead?”

Colton snaps his fingers. “We could make granola.”

“Yesss,” says Lukas. “I fucking love granola.”

They turn away from me, as if they’re actually about to head into my kitchen to bake. “Guys—what are you doing?”

Lukas glances over his shoulder. “Wanna come help us?”

I just shake my head, eyes wide. “No, I wanna have sex. What is happening right now?”

Smiling, Colton crosses over to me first. Cupping my face, he kisses me deep, letting our lips linger before he pulls away. “Poppy, you are more than your body. We’re not here just to have sex with you. Do you understand?”

Lukas steps in at his shoulder, his smile teasing. “Don’t get him wrong, the sex is fucking fantastic. More sex, I say.”

“But we would never pressure you to do something you don’t want to do,” Colton goes on. “Your body is a gift. You tell us what’s allowed, and we’ll thank you for it.”

I glance between them, heart in my throat. “I wanna try. Guys, I want this. I want to feel you both inside me. God, I feel like I’m buzzing with the need to be with you. I can’t get enough.” I take Colton’s hand and press it to my chest. “Do you feel my heart racing?”

He nods, his warm hand splayed against my skin.

I look to Lukas, putting all my trust in his hands. “Will you take control again? Tell me what to do. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to worry. Just make me feel.”

Lukas steps in, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Get naked,” he says again. “And get on the bed.”

Taking a step back, I slip off my cardigan, dropping it to the floor. Then I unzip the side of my sundress, letting it fall off my shoulders and down in a circle of butter yellow fabric. I’m left standing in a little strapless bra and my white cotton panties. They watch me as I work open the back clasp of my bra and toss it aside. Last, I slowly drag my panties down my thighs until they drop. I’m left naked, my windswept hair caught up in a messy ponytail.

Swallowing my nerves, I let them watch me walk naked into my bedroom. They follow, Colton turning on the lamp in the corner as I stretch out on the bed.

“Coley, warm her up,” Lukas commands. “We want her wet and relaxed and begging for it.”

I fight a shiver as Colton strips off his shirt and walks over to the side of my bed. He’s so beautiful, the scars that crisscross his chest showing the inner strength that matches his outer strength. He sinks onto the bed over me, his hands smoothing up my bare skin from hip to shoulder as he claims my mouth in a deep kiss. Dropping his hand between us, he fingers my clit, pressing in as if he means to turn me on with the push of a button.

I smile. Honey, I’m already turned on. I’ve been turned on for hours.

His fingers dip down, and he groans against my mouth. I know he can feel how wet I am. Kissing down my body, he keeps his fingers in me, teasing me. “I can feel the plug,” he says, adding a third finger.

I was a nervous wreck as I followed all Claribel’s instructions to put it in. Now that it’s in, and my body has relaxed around it, I’ve hardly noticed it. But Colton adding a third thick finger changes the game. “Oh god,” I whimper. He presses down on the toy with his fingers as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, my hands going to his shoulders. “Oh—don’t stop—”

Lukas stands at the end of the bed, slowly stripping out of his clothes. “Poppy, where’s your lube?”

“Side table,” I pant, already teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Colton removes his fingers, replacing them with his mouth, and I arch into him, one hand on his head as I fling the other back to grip the comforter. My orgasm comes quick, teased out by the gentle sucking of his mouth on my clit. It pulses under his tongue until I can’t take it. I let out a sharp breath, pushing on his head. “Enough,” I beg. “Let me breathe a sec.”

He kisses his way back up my body, pausing to tease my nipples again. They feel oversensitive already, and I gently push him off again. “God, it’s too much,” I whine. “Baby, come here.” I wrap my arms around him and claim his mouth instead. I can taste myself on his lips, which turns me on even more.

“You said you want to take us both together,” he says, kissing my neck as he grinds into me with his hips. He’s still wearing his pants. His belt digs into the naked skin of my hip. “Do you want to know what it feels like with the toy first? I imagine it’s smaller than our cocks.”

I nod. “Yes. I wanna feel it.”

Colton kisses me once more before he slips off the end of the bed. Lukas is already naked, stroking his lubed dick as he steps around Colton, replacing him on the bed. “I’m gonna show you how tight it will be,” he warns. “You say ‘stop,’ and it all stops.”

I nod again, reaching for him. “I’m ready.”

He settles himself over me, shifting my hip to make room between my legs. His tip prods at my entrance, and I’m already trying to sink down on him. He smiles, giving me a quick kiss. “Take it slow, baby. Keep your eyes on me so I know if it’s too much.”

I can’t look away, lost in his caramel eyes as he pushes in against the tightness of the toy. “Oh my—”

“You okay?” he asks, holding himself still.

I squeeze his shoulders, nodding. “Yeah. I’m good.”

He sinks all the way in, adjusting his hips in the cradle of my legs as he lets out a groan. “Fuck, baby, you are so tight like this. What a fucking dream.” He kisses me, tongue prodding as he starts to move his hips, his cock gliding along the toy until we’re both moaning.

“Luk—ahh—I’m gonna come,” I squeal, my orgasm building inside me lightning fast. I cry out, my pussy trembling as my ass clenches down on the toy.

Lukas shouts, pulling out of me. “Fuck—” He’s gasping, hovering over me in push-up position. “I’m not gonna last if you squeeze me like that, baby.” He slides off the bed, leaving me lying here, spread-eagle, waiting for more.

I’m still trembling as the afterglow recedes. I blink my eyes open to see them both standing by the bed, voices low as they exchange something in their hands. “What are you doing?” I shift up on my elbows, legs still spread.

“Strategizing,” Lukas replies. “Cole is going to take your ass first, and I’m gonna pull out the toy. Is that okay?”

I nod, trying to stop my nerves from settling in.

He climbs onto the bed next to me, brushing my hair back as he kisses my forehead. “We’re gonna wear condoms, okay?”

I nod again.

“Good girl. Up for me. Hands and knees.”

I roll over onto my tummy, getting on my hands and knees for him. He shifts down the bed to sit behind me, his hands smoothing over the globes of my ass as he lightly parts my cheeks. “Of course it’s pink,” he says with a soft chuckle, swatting my butt.

I gasp, rocking into the sting. I feel it like a slap to my clit too. I bite my lip, humming. “God—honey, do that again.”

“Insatiable,” Lukas growls, rubbing his hand in a circle before he gives me another slap, harder this time.

I clench around my little toy, dropping down to my elbows. I want him to do it again, but I’m afraid to ask.

Reading my mind, Colton says, “You want another one, don’t you?”

I nod, feeling sleepy and hazy and so warm and wet. “Mhmm… please.”

“Baby, all you have to do is ask,” Lukas says, smoothing his hand over my cheek for a third time. He gives me a slap hard enough to sting, and I cry out, squeezing my little toy once more.

“Take it out,” I pant. “God, Lukas, please. I want a cock. Take the toy out.”

He chuckles again, smoothing both hands over my ass as he reaches for the toy, pinching it between his fingers. “Take a deep breath and relax for me, okay?”

I nod, keeping my face pressed to the crook of my elbow. I wince, trying to relax as Lukas pulls the toy free. It leaves me feeling aching and empty. His weight leaves the bed, replaced quickly with Colton. He folds himself over me, his delicious, woodsy scent like a little slice of heaven as he wraps his hands around my hips, dipping one down to finger my clit.

“I’m gonna lube you up, then slide in. You tell me when to stop. We’ll take this slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses my shoulder. “Good girl.”

I gasp at the first wet press of his lubed fingers at my hole. “Mmph—keep going.”

His fingers penetrate, and I’m afraid I’ll bite a hole through my bottom lip. But under the strangeness and the vulnerability, it feels good. No stretching. No pain. Then he’s pulling out and both hands are on my hips. “You ready?”

I nod.

“Words, Poppy,” Lukas commands.

“Yes,” I say on a breath.

Colton gets himself in position. “Just take the tip and see how you feel.”

I brace myself for a feeling of being cut in half or cored like an apple, but it doesn’t come. Instead, it’s just deep, warm pressure. I groan, fighting the urge to tremble and push him out as Colton slides in a little deeper.

“Fuck me, Pop. You’re so goddamn tight.”

My nerves spiral as I glance over my shoulder. “Is that—”

“It’s a good thing,” he says, moving his hips a little to work his dick in and out, stretching me, adding more lube.

“How does it feel?” Lukas asks.

“Like pressure,” I say on a breath. “So much pressure.”

“Do you want us to stop?”

“No, I want more,” I admit. “Colton, go deeper.” His hands tighten on my hips. I try to stay relaxed as he sinks in a little more. “Oh god—okay, stop,” I pant.

“Good girl,” Lukas says coming around the bed. He tips my chin up, stealing a kiss. “Tell us what feels good. We can’t know what you’re feeling. Read your own body, baby.”

I nod. “More. Col, keep going.”

Colton takes his time, thrusting slowly, letting me take more and more of his cock. By the time he’s all the way in, his hips pressed against my ass, I’m on the verge of another orgasm. “Please,” I whimper. “Please, let me come again. I have to feel it—feel you so deep—”

Colton wraps his hand around me, teasing my clit as he rocks into me, his deep groaning telling me how much he likes what he feels. Heat and pressure fill me. It’s like a stone weight sits in my gut as he thrusts, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Oh—right there,” I cry, pushing up on my hands.

“Fuck,” he growls, rutting a little faster. “Poppy, I’m gonna—”

“Don’t come,” I shout. “God—Lukas, I need you too. Wanna feel you both.”

Colton groans. “Nov, get on the bed.”

“But—”

“Get on the fucking bed.”

Lukas gets on the bed, shifting himself under me as Colton holds me up, his cock buried deep in my ass.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Colton says at me, helping me widen my stance so Lukas can slide under me.

We’ve never done anything like this before. It’s thrilling. I’m flying and falling, so desperate for them both. “Take the condom off,” I tell Lukas. “No barrier. I wanna feel you in my pussy, baby—want your cum—please, fill my pussy with cum—”

He takes it off, muttering a curse as I start to sink my weight on top of him. “Let me guide you down,” he says, his fist gripping his dick as he cups me with the other hand, feeling for my entrance. “You tell us if this is too much,” he commands, his eyes locked on me.

I nod, whimpering as I feel his fingers sink into my wet pussy.

“Hurry up,” Colton groans.

“Patience is a fucking virtue,” Lukas replies, his fingers sinking deep. I think he’s scared they’re gonna break me.

“Not right now,” I say on a breath. “Please, baby. I’m ready. Need to feel you both. God, I’m dying for it.”

He kisses my lips as he slips his fingers out of my pussy, replacing them with the tip of his cock. “Slow,” he says. “Nice and slow.”

I sink down on his cock, the pressure of them both filling me enough to have me ready to burst into tears.

“Oh god,” Colton groans. “Fuck—Nov, I feel you.”

Lukas keeps his hands on my hips as I sink him in deeper. “Keep going.”

I settle on his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. Then Colton adjusts, pressing in behind me. “I feel you,” he says again.

“I know,” Lukas replies, eyes closed. “This is a fucking mind trip. This is…”

“Everything,” Colton mutters, kissing my shoulder, his hands cupping my breasts.

The three of us hold each other there in that moment of perfect union. Their cocks are together inside me. They feel each other as much as they feel me. Not for the first time, we feel like us. The three of us. This is meant to feel just like this. I’m theirs completely. I’m filled and claimed in a way I never dreamed possible.

I can’t hold back the tears. I start to cry as I beg them to move, beg Lukas for his cum. I transcend my body as they make love to me, moving together in a tandem of thrusts that has me coming on a wave of cries. I collapse onto Lukas as he thrusts up into me, finally coming on a groan. I feel him warm and wet between my legs, dripping from me. Colton folds himself over me, pressing in deep as he comes too.

The first time we had sex, Lukas teased that he was going to rewrite my DNA. God help me, he did. This feels like a second transformation, a rewriting of Poppy St. James. Being here with them, the three of us together, I know deep in my soul that nothing will ever be the same…for any of us.