Page 130 of Racking Up Penalties
I let the curtain fall back into place.
As each model follows the last, my designs parading before the crowd, I stand taller, surer. With every stride down the catwalk, my spirit soars, dancing on the edge of the lights, basking in the glow of a dream realized.
I did this. I made it come alive.
The night air is cool against my skin as we leave the buzzing energy of the venue and get home.
“Tonight was incredible, Tessa,” Ethan says, his voice a low rumble of admiration as he steps close. Before I can respond, he pulls me into his embrace, his lips finding mine in a kiss that tastes of promise and celebration.
As Ethan’s warmth still lingers on my lips, Liam moves in with a grace that belies his fierce presence on the rink. His kiss is different—gentle yet insistent.
Finally, Tristan’s turn comes, and there’s a tenderness there that makes my chest ache sweetly. His kiss is a whisper, a secret meant only for me, carrying the weight of protection and unspoken promises.
“Let’s celebrate properly,” Tristan murmurs against my lips, and I can’t help but agree. There’s no need for more words; the look in their eyes says everything.
The energy from the show still whizzes through my veins as we ascend the staircase, my hand clasped in theirs. I can feel the heat of their bodies close to mine. We reach our bedroom sanctuary, and with a gentle assertiveness that sends ripples of anticipation down my spine, they peel away the layers of fabric that make up my outfit.
My dress, a creation spun from dreams and late nights, cascades to the floor, leaving me exposed to their adoring gazes. The cool air kisses my skin, but it’s their touches that raise goosebumps over every inch of my body. Ethan, Liam, and Tristan discard their clothes with an ease that speaks of a familiar intimacy.
Liam’s hands guide me onto the bed, his strong fingers tracing the map of my body as if he’s charting a course to my very soul. I’m laid bare beneath him, his gray eyes locked on mine, the depth of his gaze intoxicating.
“Relax, baby,” Liam whispers, his voice a soothing balm. He dips down, his breath hot against my core before his tongue follows, a stroke of warmth that makes me gasp. His movements are a dance, and my body responds to each step, each twirl of his skillful tongue.
Liam savors me like I’m the sweetest confection, his lips and tongue working in unison to draw forth moans that echo off the walls. There’s a rhythm to his actions—deliberate, focused—as he alternates between gentle laps and firmer strokes that have me arching into him. He teases with featherlight flicks, then applies pressure where I crave it most, sending jolts of pleasure skyward.
I thread my fingers through his tousled blond hair, anchoring myself to the moment, to him. His name escapes between my parted lips, a mantra, a plea. And Liam, ever attentive, hears the unvoiced desires woven within the breathy syllables. He intensifies his efforts by adding his fingers.
“More,” I breathe out, the word barely a whisper, yet it resonates in the silent language that has always existed between us. And Liam obliges, his dedication to my ecstasy unwavering.
He bites down softly on my clit before sucking it harder than I think I can handle. I’m about to push him away when he curls his fingers and releases my orgasm.
Stars cover my eyes as I scream out Liam’s name. Pleasure surges through every inch of my body.
Tristan shifts above me, the heat of his body anticipates the touch I know is coming. His deep blue eyes lock onto mine. I feel his hands cradle my face gently, a silent question hanging in the air between us. With a breathless nod, I consent to the intimacy we are about to share.
“Open for me, Tess,” he murmurs, the familiar nickname that only he uses sending a shiver down my spine.
I part my lips, and the head of his cock nudges against them, firm yet cautious, before he inches inside. The taste of him, clean and slightly musky, floods my senses, grounding me in the now. Tristan sets a rhythm, slow and steady, as if he’s savoring every moment as much as I am.
Beneath me, Liam’s hands roam over my body, their familiarity a balm to my scattered thoughts. He knows me, every curve and hollow, and as he flips me over onto my stomach, there’s a sense of rightness that settles over me.
Tristan resumes using my mouth for his pleasure, wrapping my hair around his fist so he can guide me how I like.
Liam’s fingers trace patterns on my skin, drawing lines of fire that converge at the small of my back.
“Relax, Tessa,” he says, his voice a low thrum that vibrates through me.
His fingertip circles the rim of my ass, coaxing a gasp from my lips that’s swallowed by Tristan’s movements above. There’s pressure—and then a gentle breach as Liam eases inside, filling me in a way that’s achingly desired. My heart thunders caught in a maelstrom of pleasure and the tender care these men lavish upon me.
Tristan’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more insistent, and I meet each one with eagerness. The stretch and burn from Liam’s possession is a sharp contrast to the slick glide of Tristan in my mouth. Every nerve ending sings with the duality of the sensation, the give and take, the push and pull.
“Fuck, you’re incredible, baby,” Liam groans from behind me, his words laced with a reverence that echoes my own wonder at this connection we share.
I spiral into bliss, the orgasm tearing through me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. Tristan’s hips stutter against mine, and I know he’s close, riding the edge with me. Liam anchors me through it all, his presence a constant as the world tilts on its axis.
“Yes, Tess, just like that,” Tristan pants, his voice a thread weaving through the tapestry of our shared ecstasy.
Tristan pulls back, taking a break and getting his composure while Liam slowly pushes his cock into my ass from behind.
