Page 61 of Puck Daddies
This means more, because we’re choosing this moment, this place, this time. When we’re worried for her, and she’s scared. She’s reaching out for us, like we might be her lifelines.
I hope she’s right.
I don’t go anywhere she hasn’t invited. She tips her chin back to open herself to me, and I use my mouth on her throat, feeling her moan through the satin skin there. Hudson’s palm rests low on her ribs. Rocco strokes her hair back and murmurs, “You’re okay,” when her breath catches.
When she lifts my hand and places it lower, I follow the path and stop where she stops me. When she takes Hudson’s wrist and drags him back to her mouth, he goes and stays there. When she closes her eyes and says my name, I answer into her clit.
She tastes like heaven, always. Spreading her wide open with my fingers and my tongue, I drink every drop. I suck and nibble, mash my chin against her for more pressure and a little stubble to add spice that makes her squeal and sigh and writhe on my face until she erupts. And then, I drink that down too.
She fists my hair and pulls me up the length of her body. “More, Olly. I need more.”
That’s all it takes for me to slide in. Her tight body is still quivering when I thrust home, echoes of her climax. The feel of her is unlike anything else, and when she reaches up for my cheek and stares into my eyes, there is nothing else. The world stops existing. Only her. Only now.
When she wants more, she says more. When she saysyesin a voice that makes my hands shake, we believe her and give it to her. When she saysthere, we hold that pace and that angle. When she saysdon’t stop, we don’t.
I never will. I’ll hold out for eternity just to see her come on my cock again and again.
She comes apart with her hands in my hair and Hudson’s mouth at her throat and Rocco’s palm anchoring her hip to the bed. She breathes fast and then gasps and then goes quiet and shakes. We hold her through it. We don’t let the room move too fast after.
We keep going because she wants to. But this time, she moans, “Fuck, I need all of you. Right now. In me.”
That’s new. But we can handle it.
I pull out, and Rocco is on his back next to us, so I flip her over and sit her on top of him, giving them a second to connect and for her to adjust. He’s a big guy, so it takes a minute. But once she’s there, everything else moves fast. Hudson stands, taking her mouth. I grab some lube from my bedroom nightstand and race back. They waited for me.
Kind of.
But they slow down as I take position behind her. The lube is cold, but I hardly notice. Not with what I have in mind. I slick my shaft and some fingers. One finger slides up her ass without too much fuss, and I lean against her back. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.” It’s all she can say with her mouth full of Hudson.
I add a finger, and she tenses, but breathes through it. “Still sure?”
Her head bobs. That’s the permission I need.
I replace my fingers with my cock, just the tip at first. Her moans…fuck, her moans. No sexier sound in the world. I don’t know if she’s ever done this before—best friends or not, she’s always been private about sex until now. But the head pops in completely, and from there, it’s on. I plunge deep, and she cries out when I grip her hip. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
She chokes on Hudson’s dick, and Rocco juts his hips, and a whole new groan comes out of her. A symphony of sex fills the room. Their grunts, my own, skin slapping on skin to keep the beat.
Her next orgasm shatters her, and we have to prop her up to keep her in place. Her nails dig into Hudson’s thighs, leaving pink trails in their wake. Another orgasm scatters her mind; her body practically vibrates.
It’s enough to pull me to the edge. My balls throb with each stroke, but I demand they hang on. She’s not finished.
“Oh, fuck,” she shouts between Hudson’s thrusts. “Come for me!”
No clue who she’s saying that to, but it doesn’t matter. I lose it right then and there, pulling out to shoot on her low back. Rocco’s baritone shakes the walls as he bellows through his orgasm, and Hudson’s curse-laden cry finishes with, “Drink it, pet. Take it all!”
We breathe and pass water, and wipe sweat and other things from her shoulder with the soft side of a towel. Hudson pulls the blanket up. Rocco gets the window cracked an inch. I pull the extra pillow from the chair and tuck it under her knee because she always likes it there.
It’s quiet at first. But not for long.
She looks at us one by one. “I meant what I said. I missed you too much to hold off again.”
Hudson nods. “We won’t let you carry this alone.”
Rocco says, “No holding off. It sucked for us too.”
I feel the tightness in my chest unclench. “Thank you for trusting us. I’m relieved.”
