Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)
Pucking Sweet: Chapter 73

God, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on. Lukas drove us home, and I couldn’t wait to chase more of this feeling. Heart on fire, I pulled up my dress and started fingering myself right there in the backseat, moaning at the exquisite ache as I swirled Lukas’s cum over my clit.

When they noticed what I was doing, they went feral. Lukas pressed the gas, trying to watch me in the rearview mirror. At the first stop light, Colton unbuckled and crawled between the seats. As Lukas cursed in the driver’s seat, Colton pressed me up against the truck door and devoured my pussy, making me scream out an orgasm before we pulled into the drive.

We barely get in the door before their hands are on me, stripping me out of my clothes. I’m down to my underwear before I’m turning and stumbling away on a laugh. “Nice house,” I tease, pulling the pins from my hair to loosen the little Regency curls I had framed around my face. “Can I get a tour?”

“Yeah, this is the living room,” says Lukas, swooping in to claim my mouth in another hungry kiss.

Behind him, Colton kicks off his shoes and pulls off his shirt, tossing them aside.

Lukas picks me up and hauls me into the kitchen, setting me down on the large island. “And this is the kitchen,” he says, biting at my nipple through my lace bra.

I hiss, pushing him away. “Gentle with the boobs, honey. They’re a little sensitive.”

He leans away, his gaze trailing over my chest and down to the little pronounced bump at my belly. It looks larger when I’m sitting. He puts a protective hand over it. Taking a deep breath, he lets it out. Moving more slowly, he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside, revealing my breasts. He cups them reverently, smoothing his calloused thumbs over my skin. Leaning down, he takes each one in his mouth, licking without sucking, swirling his tongue around each nipple, until I’m arching into him.

“Better?” he asks.

I nod, my hand smoothing up his shoulder to tangle in his hair.

Colton steps in behind him, brushing his nose along his neck to nip his ear. Lukas shivers, his eyes still on me, hands on my breasts.

I lean back, bared except for my panties, and watch them. Colton smooths his hands down Lukas’s sides, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He slowly pulls it up, forcing Lukas to raise his arms. Colton pulls the shirt off and tosses it away, one hand wrapping around Lukas’s chest as the other goes to cup his cock through his jeans.

Lukas groans, pressing back against him.

I can hardly breathe. They want this. They crave it with each other. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So unexpected, but it brings me nothing but joy. I smile through my tears as I watch Colton kiss along Lukas’s shoulder, up to his neck. “Do you love him?” I ask Lukas.

He nods, his gaze so warm and relaxed.

Colton rewards him by slipping his hand inside his jeans, teasing until he groans.

“And do you love me?” I ask.

Lukas nods again, groaning as he gives in to his pleasure.

Smiling, I lean back on the counter, dropping down to my elbows. “I like you in the middle,” I say. “I like seeing you pinned from behind, unable to escape.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, helping me strip my panties off. He tosses them aside, spreading my legs as Colton starts undoing his jeans. My heart skips when Colton drops down. Circling between Lukas and the island, he sinks his mouth around Lukas’s cock. Lukas groans out a curse. Bending forward, he crashes into me, his mouth dropping to my pussy.

I lie back on the counter, staring up at the underside of a modern driftwood chandelier lighting fixture as Lukas eats me out while Colton sucks his cock. In no time, I’m crying out a little release, pushing on his head. He leans back, lips glistening, a hand on Colton’s head pushing him off too.

I sit up, breathless. “Show me more of the house.”

We don’t even make it halfway up the stairs before Lukas and I get Colton stretched out. He sits naked on the middle stair, arched back to let me ride his face. Below him, Lukas is between his legs, sucking his cock and fingering his ass. I cling to the stairs, grinding against his chin as he hums a curse against my clit.

It’s all I can do to hold back another release as we break apart, stumbling our way up the stairs. This feels like a ritual. There’s no speaking. We have no room left for words. We can only feel what we are together. We stoke these flames, fucking and kissing and touching until I replace myself lying on my back in the middle of an extra wide king bed. Lukas is balanced over me, his pretty caramel eyes glassy with need as Colton presses in behind him.

“That good?” Colton asks, breaking the sacred silence as he works his fingers deeper inside Lukas’s ass.

Lukas nods, letting out a breath. “Yeah, it feels really fucking good.” Ducking down, he kisses my breasts, teasing with his tongue, gentle but claiming.

I brush my hand through his hair, heart beating with contentment.

“You’re gonna fuck Poppy’s cunt while I fuck your ass,” Colton directs. “We are gonna claim you from the inside out. Love you so hard. Ruin you for anyone else. You’re ours.”

Lukas groans as he drops lower over me. Cupping my thigh with his strong hand, he lifts my leg, making room to slide in. I arch back, letting him take me again. The slide home is so easy. I’m wet and ready and aching for more. I’ll never get enough of them, of this feeling of us.

He kisses me, teasing my mouth open, his breath catching as Colton pushes in behind him.

“Take my tip and we’ll stop,” Colton warns. “You don’t like it, and we—”

“Don’t fucking stop,” Lukas begs. “Cole, please. I need this. Need you. Please, don’t stop.”

I hum, shifting my hips as Colton presses in deeper. He applies lube, working slowly, thrusting in and out until Lukas is trembling.

“I can’t,” Lukas pants. Colton stops and Lukas groans, all but pulling out of me to push back into Colton. “Please, baby, don’t stop. Fucking fill me up. Give me all of your cock.”

Colton rocks forward, sinking fully in. His weight presses down on Lukas, which sinks him deeper into me.

“Yes,” I pant, holding Lukas’s shoulders. “Colton, honey, do it again.”

Colton takes over, moving into Lukas so that he moves into me. My emotions are a riot, swirling inside me as I let my men claim me and each other, binding us together. I reach a state of effervescence as I cry out my orgasm. My pussy clenches tight, the sensations hitting me in deep waves, body and soul aching to pull these men in deeper, love them harder, keep them longer.

Lukas is a trembling mess as he buries his face in my hair and releases. Atop him, Colton pistons with his hips, grunting out his own desperate release, filling Lukas with his cum.

“Oh my god,” Lukas groans, the weight of his sweaty body pressing me into the mattress.

“Fuck me,” Colton says after a minute, the fog of climaxes slowly lifting. “That was . . .”

None of us have a word for it. There isn’t a word to describe the feeling of three souls touching.

Colton moves first, sliding carefully out of Lukas and dropping down beside me on the bed. He’s a heap of bones. There’s nothing left after our marathon of sex. I think Lukas would just sleep right where he is, all two hundred plus pounds of him squashing me into the mattress.

I tap his shoulder, kissing his neck. “Honey, let me up.”

Lukas slips out of me, and I feel that exquisite pooling of his cum as it drips out of my spent pussy. God, it’s dirty and so freaking divine. Honestly, before these two, sex was something I endured more than anything. I tried to have a good time. I always tried to make sure my partner had a good time. But until Lukas and Colton, I didn’t know what it felt like to have an attentive partner actually focus on my good time.

These two read my body like a book. They make my pleasure their own. They listen and learn and adjust to meet my needs. They care. They care about me, about my body and my pleasure and the joy they want me to replace in them. I’d say it’s a gift, but it’s not. Everyone deserves this. Everyone deserves to replace a partner who can make them feel the way they make me feel.

How can there be anything wrong in this? Anything deviant or taboo? It’s perfect. Apart, we were three lonely people, living our lives in quiet isolation. Together, we’re a family. A communion of souls flourishing best together.

“I love you,” I say, rolling on my side to kiss Colton’s shoulder.

“Love you,” he murmurs, his hand brushing down my arm as I turn away.

“And I love you,” I say, kissing Lukas’s sweaty cheek.

He turns his face, claiming a quick one for his lips as well. “I love you, baby.”

I shimmy down the bed between them, slipping off the end. Padding barefoot over the soft rug, I head to the bathroom. Opening the door, I flick on the light. I shriek as something gray scampers across the dark tile floor, disappearing behind the toilet.

“What is it?” Colton calls.

“I think I just saw a mouse,” I cry.

On the bed, Lukas groans. “Oh shit—no, it’s not a mouse.”

Hand to my naked chest, cum literally dripping down my leg, I stare wildly around, taking note of the litter box, a food dish, a pink water bowl.

Lukas and Colton are off the bed, pressing in behind me.

I turn around. “Lukas, why do you have a litter box in here?”

He rubs the back of his neck with a groan. “So, uhh…that was part of the surprise meant for tomorrow. I think she hates me though because she wouldn’t eat or drink anything earlier.”

I gasp. “You didn’t.” Dropping to my knees, not caring that I’m naked, I crawl over to the toilet and peek around it. “Lukas, tell me you didn’t adopt that cat for me!”

He leans his naked hip against the sink. “I didn’t not do it.”

There, sitting on a folded hand towel, is a very cranky-looking Miss Princess.