Page 68 of Power Play
A sharp slap to my ass has me jumping. "Ride me, darling. Fuck my face until I drown."
"Scott!" I squeal in surprise, pulling my hips away from him.
Another sharp slap has heat flooding to my core. "Shut it, woman, and ride me." He must lift his head because his warm, wet tongue pierces my entrance, fucking me with abandon, as he pulls my hips roughly down.
He pulls away just enough to bark a few commands into my core. "Ski. Mouth. Jones. Tits."
Ben holds my hand gently in his large hand, staring into my eyes lovingly as Scott sucks on my clit. My eyes roll back, and I moan before Ben brings his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries.
Scott's large hands come up around my thighs and hold my hard belly. It's such a tender contrast to the absolute filth his mouth is doing to me. Dirty and sweet. Lewd and soft.
I don't know where to put my hands. They frantically seek out warm skin, hair, muscles, faces. Scott's, Ben's, Garrett's, I don't even know.
Just as I'm sinking into the bodily bliss that is Scott's tongue on my pussy and Ben making love to my mouth, Garrett grips one breast in his hand, a warm, wet mouth circling the other nipple. My body bows backward, a flood of pleasure overwhelming my entire body.
I cry out, gasping for air as fire threads through my veins and my cells vibrate with cosmic energy.
I'm still gasping, my brain blessedly quiet as my body rearranges the constellations it's become, and I'm vaguely aware of movement around me.
The boys are talking, but it's quiet, deep, and I can't make out what they're saying.
"... can't get any more pregnant..." slinks its way through my blissed-out haze.
"What?" I ask, pressing myself up to look at the men around me.
Scott grabs my face in his hand and brings my gaze to his. "Jonesy's clean. We're all clean. And you can't get any more pregnant. So, we're going to take you raw tonight, my perfect pretty fuck toy. And you're going to take our cum like a good girl."
I bite my lip and nod.
"You had my medical records pulled?" Garrett says, his voice deathly level. That's not Garrett. He's either teasing, provoking, or tender. But cold? Flat? My fight-or-flight is instantly on alert. My good buzzing from an incredible orgasm gone.
I look at Garrett. He's as still as a statue, staring at Scott like he was standing on his mother's grave.
Oh no. Something else has happened. I'm confused, though, so I just look at Scott.
He's unapologetically looking at Garrett.
"This woman is my family. If you think I'm above stealing a peak at at classified medical reports to make sure she's safe, you clearly don't know me at all."
I look at Garrett, worried about his reaction. He looks down for a moment before nodding.
My shoulders relax.
"Ben, on the bed. She's going to ride you while I take her delicious ass. Jonesy, you wanna fuck her mouth or her tits?"
"Both?"
A tiny chuckle escapes me. Of course he'd want both.
Like a well-oiled team, my guys obey. They take orders from Scott every day on the ice, so it's only natural they're comfortable taking orders from him in the bedroom. All to bring me pleasure, and to make me happy. I start to get choked with emotion, but then Ben's lying next to me, blessedly naked, with an adoring look on his face.
"Hey pretty girl," he whispers, hands going to my thighs. "Your chariot awaits," he says, motioning a hand to his waiting cock. I snort a laugh before resting my hands on his broad chest and mounting him.
"You're such a dork." I roll my eyes.
"Made you laugh, though."
The laughter dies as we both groan as I slide myself down on his cock, impaling me and filling me perfectly.
