“I love you too, Cole,” I said, grinning widely as I obeyed.
Hot lips pressed up the inside of my thighs, shoving the jersey up. “Fuck, sparrow, all of this for us?” Cole said against my skin. “You’re soaked.”
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Tristan said. “Helpless and exposed, that perfect ass framed with black lace that makes me want to get on my knees and worship you.”
“Nothing’s stopping you,” I gasped as a tongue pressed against my folds through the fabric. “Worship all you like.”
“We will, baby girl,” Alek promised me, arriving to my other side. “Let Cole eat his fill first.”
Cole explored my core through my panties, nibbling and licking and never quite giving me what I needed until I whined and writhed, my skates slipping on the ice as I struggled to balance.
“That’s snacking, not eating,” I sighed, trying to be annoyed that my men had so quickly turned the tables onme, even as I relaxed, knowing they had me, that I was safe with them no matter what.
Cole nuzzled the curve of my ass with his nose then bit me hard. I cried out in surprise then moaned as my pussy clenched around fucking nothing at all.
“I’m gonna get that bruise tattooed on you,” he muttered. “Fucking tomorrow.” He must have heard my sigh, because he laughed. “Like that idea, sparrow? Of me marking you permanently?”
“Yes,” I whined as cold fingers skated up my stomach, settling on my full breasts to tease at my nipples.
One of them pulled my panties down my legs, the wet gusset making me blush as I felt how turned on I was.
And then, Cole was eating me like I was his last fucking meal, devouring me with his lips and his teeth and his tongue until my knees weakened, and my skates slid out from under me, and?—
Alek caught me before I could fall, sliding between me and the goal, large hands wrapping around my waist and bringing my back to his torso.
Cole slipped his shoulder under one of my legs, raising it so he could attack me from a different angle. A finger slipped inside me, pumping. Combined with the comfort of once again standing in Alek’s arms, the two men wiped out my capacity to think.
“Malyshka, how important is it to you that we do this on the ice?” Alek asked me as a second finger stretched me open, scissoring me as Cole worked my clit with his tongue.
I moaned, and then, “I want you. I don’t care where we do it.”
Cole stood, and I opened my eyes. Embarrassed at the evidence of my arousal that covered his face, I ducked my face as it heated.
“No, sparrow, look at me,” he growled. “I’m so fucking proud of you, making us come here and telling us what you want.”
I slid one skate forward, my body already so responsive that even the friction of my thighs moving together made me bite my lip. Tristan’s arm wrapped around my waist, his heat bleeding through the thin jersey.
“Look at you,” he whispered, noticing my reaction. “Dripping for us, and we’ve barely touched you.”
The scrape of our skates against ice created a sensual rhythm as they guided me toward the players’ bench. Each step was a delicious torment, the cool air kissing the wet heat between my thighs.
“Please,” I breathed, the word heavy with desire.
“Beg prettier,” Cole demanded, his nails raking down my side under the jersey. “We need to remind you what happens when you try to live without us.”
“You left me,” I reminded him primly as we reached the bench. Alek sat down first, pulling me onto his lap so my back pressed against his chest. The position spread my thighs wide, leaving me exposed to Cole’s and Tristan’s hungry gazes. The jersey bunched around my waist, useless as concealment.
Cole lifted it, drawing it up over my arms and then dropping it to the floor, his eyes devouring me.
“Hold her arms,” Alek instructed him. Cole immediately captured my wrists and stretched them above my head.
The position arched my back, my nipples peaking painfully.
Tristan knelt between my spread legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he removed his skates with deliberate slowness. “I’ve dreamed about tasting you again,” he said, hisvoice soft with wonder. “Woken up with your phantom flavor on my tongue.”
My hips bucked involuntarily at his words, drawing a deep chuckle from Alek. His hand slid around to cup my throat, not squeezing but reminding me of his control.
“Patience,” Cole murmured from beside me, his voice thick with arousal. “First, punishment—fun-ishment—because that’s what you need, sparrow. Then, reward.”