I exhaled an excited breath before a grin broke across my face. Fuck yeah! I knew I was good on the ice, but I didn’t expect this to happen so soon. They’d already begun the season, so at most, I’d expected to be on the backup roster, not on the team.
I stood from the couch and stalked to my bedroom, joy threading through me and setting fire to my veins. I was pulsating like a goddamned vibrator on full power. It’d been a long time since I’d played a good game of hockey. While I skated when I could, I hoped I still had the skills I’d honed over the years of playing on my high school team.
As soon as I entered my bedroom, I opened my mouth to tell KC and Oliver about the message, when I froze at the sight that met me. KC was sitting up in the bed, his back against the headboard, legs spread. His head was tipped back, exposing thelong lines of his neck. Oliver lay on his stomach in front of him, his glorious naked ass pointed in my direction. The only piece of clothing he had on was KC’s jersey.
Fuck, I loved seeing him branded with KC’s name.
KC, on the other hand, was completely bare, the base of his cock clutched in Oliver’s hand as Oliver sucked on the tip.
A feral groan rumbled somewhere in the room, and it took me a moment to realize the sound had come from me.
KC’s dazed gaze met mine and he smiled lazily. “Everything okay?”
I swallowed around the lump of desire that grew in my throat. My cock ached, blood rushing south and filling my length so fast it hurt.
“Fuck.” What did he ask? Right. He asked if everything was okay. I could answer that question.Brain, work!It was a little difficult to think when my cock was in charge. “Yeah. Uh, that hockey team contacted me. They want me to try out. Tomorrow. Morning.”
KC rolled his head, mouth parted and wet from where he’d licked his lips. “Yeah? That’s good. Really good. We’ll come and be the best WAGs.”
I snorted despite my pounding cock trying to tear a hole through my jeans. “Shouldn’t it be HABs?” Then, I forced myself to focus for just alittlebit longer. “Do you have a game tomorrow night?”
“Mm-hmm.” KC closed his eyes and rocked his hips, driving his cock deeper into Oliver’s mouth.
Oliver moaned and pushed himself up on his knees, presenting his ass to me in the most delightful way. His hole glistened between his cheeks, and my mouth went dryer than the Sahara Desert. Holy fuck. Had he prepped already? The answer was clearly yes. If I was hard before, it was nothing compared tonow. Every bit of blood left in my head evaporated until I grew dizzy.
“Kitten, did you—” What were words again? How did I speak? I blinked hard.
In answer to my unfinished question, Oliver shook his ass at me. He wanted me to go for a ride. No sane man with a pulse in his cock would say no to a hole like Oliver’s.
I stripped so fast I nearly tripped three times and actually fell to my knees on the floor once. None of that distracted Oliver from his job of sucking KC’s brains out through his hard-on. He spread his knees, giving me an even more vivid sight of his slicked-up hole, and I bit down on my lip. Hard.
I didn’t want to hurt him, not like all the other times we’d had sex. He’d been a virgin, and I’d taken him too roughly. I refused to do that again. Oliver deserved special treatment, even if he was my bitey kitten. Look at me getting all softhearted and shit.
What would Ripley think of me if he could hear my thoughts? I didn’t want to know. He’d tell me I was weak, that I wasdick whipped.
He’d be right.
“Fuck.” The word scraped out of my throat, raw and hungry.
Once I was rid of my pesky clothing, I slipped onto the bed on my knees, positioning myself behind Oliver. I slid my palms over the jersey, tracing the knobs of his spine. He arched, tilting his ass toward me, begging without saying a word. Oliver was one of the most expressive people I’d met. His face showed everything he was feeling, and apparently, so did his body language.
I didn’t waste any time, too hungry and pent up with need for him, for both of them, that sent my body haywire. My fingers itched, a buzzing desperation burying deep under my skin until I moved instinctively. I slid on a condom, grabbed the bottle of lube they’d discarded on the bed beside them, and slicked up. Ilet out a long breath as I lined up the head of my cock against his hole.
I took my time. Gentle. Slow. Even as Oliver whined and tried to rock back against me. I kept a grip on his hips, fingers digging into his skin to keep him still.
Virgin, my brain provided unhelpfully. He’d been a fucking virgin and I’d hurt him. I might not have cared at the time, I’d enjoyed bringing him pain, but the situation had changed.We’dchanged. I’d already hurt Oliver and KC too much.
Oli whined as he sucked KC in deeper, his cheeks hollowed. KC groaned, combing his fingers through Oliver’s curls before grabbing a hunk and then tugging.
My piercings popped past Oliver’s tight ring. He gasped and released KC’s cock to send a look of pure ecstasy over his shoulder at me. His brown eyes were molten lava and his swollen lips kicked up in a pleasant smile that stole my breath. My gaze flicked between KC and Oliver, taking in both of their lust-drunk expressions in a way that made it easier to commit them to lifelong memory. I never wanted to forget one tiny detail of their faces.
Oliver’s nose crinkled and he shook his ass even as I was slowly pressing inside. The sound that escaped from deep in his chest was pure, raw frustration, but I ignored it. I wasn’t rushing this. After all he’d been through—including the shit with his dad—I didn’t want to do anything I’d regret later.
I fucking refused.
KC tilted his head, studying me, and he must’ve found what he was looking for because he cradled Oliver’s face and guided him back to his dick. “Take care of me, sweetheart.”
Oliver took the tip between his lips, and I watched with a dry mouth as he sucked KC in deeper. He always gave the most eager blowjobs. For someone who clearly had little to no experiencebefore us, he’d made up for lack of knowledge with how much he craved a hard cock on his tongue.