Page 95 of Overtime Positions
“When he lubed my cock up for me last night, so I could slide up into your tight, hot, wet pussy with ease.” Trav said, and I melted as Eli blew against the back of my neck, running his hands down over my hips to the front of my thighs, between Travis and me. “I was tempted to make you ride my face while he kept going, just to see how far it would go.”
“Fuck.” I whined, flexing my hips forward against his hard body as Eli brought his hand right up between my thighs, rubbing me through my jeans. “I need it. I need to?—”
“Shh,” Eli hushed in my ear, and I gulped against Trav’s hand. “Would you lose that pretty little mind of yours if I jacked Trav off while you watched?”
My knees buckled as a need like I’d never felt before pulsed inside of me.
“Too bad you don’t have time to find out,” Trav clicked his tongue and looked at the clock on the wall. “The rink is calling all three of our names.”
“Fuck!” I screeched, melting into a puddle at their feet. Aroused, horny, and so fucking angry to have to go to work.
Travis released me and kissed my lips, gently lingering against them as Eli kept rubbing me, his hand pinned between my pussy and Trav’s thigh.
“Maybe if you’re a good girl,” Eli bit my earlobe, pressing against my clit, “I mean a very, very good girl,” He enunciated, “Maybe we’ll find out tonight after our game.”
I took a deep breath, and an idea came to mind, bringing a sinister smile to my lips as I pushed away from both of them, leaving them standing only inches apart with a surprised look on their faces.
“Maybe it's time we put some pressure on the game tonight.” I adjusted my shirt, pulling it down so the tops of my tits sat right at the neckline again, and both of them dropped their gaze to watch like I was going to slip a nipple out for them.
“What are you thinking?” Trav asked, turning to face me with his arms crossed again.
“I’m thinking,” I mused, “That whoever has a better game tonight wins the pillow princess spot in bed when we get home.”
“The pillow princess,” Eli grinned. “As in the one person who lays back and?—”
“And gets serviced.” I finished for him, and both of their jaws dropped. “Whoever has the better game tonight gets to lay back and enjoy while the loser gets to help me get the winner off.” I licked my lips and took a step back from them, “Loser gets to help me service the winner, however they’re comfortable with.” I winked at Eli and blew Trav a kiss, “Game on, boys. May the best man win.”
I walked out of the room, on shaking legs with a heart that felt like a time bomb nearing detonation, as a wild fucking smile grew on my lips.
Game fucking on, fellas.
Frankie wasan evil witch with a delicious game of tease mastered, dragging us along with a voice sweet as sin, and daring eyes.
And I fucking loved it. There was no going back for me. I was all in.
Whichever man played better tonight wonpillow princessprivilege. Christ, I’d never wanted to win something so badly in my life.
By warmups, I was already keyed up, my legs burning with the push, my stick hitting the ice harder than usual. Eli caught my eye across the rink, his grin infuriatingly cocky, like he had already claimed the prize.
“Better bring your A-game, Saw,” He called, leaning on the boards as I skated by, I stopped short, spraying him with ice, but he was unfazed. “Because I’m not letting you lie back and enjoy her while I do all the work.”
I snarled under my breath, tightening my gloves as we stood toe to toe, warning him quietly. “We’ll see who’s flat on their back by the end of the night,”
And then the devil herself appeared at the glass above him.
Hair loose under a knit beanie, lips painted red and that sharp eyeliner making her eyes look dramatic paired with her usual graphic tee and torn jeans. Damn, my cock hardened just looking at her. And then I realized what she was doing.
What she was wearing.
Or better yet, not wearing.
Her fitted graphic tee, thin and worn, leaving it soft and cozy, did little to hide the evidence of her lack of a bra under it. Both of her nipples were hard, and as she came down the steps, her tits swayed heavily under her shirt.
Fuck, I could taste them in my mouth from the ice. How easy would it be to lift her shirt, right there on the bleachers, surrounded by the crowd, and suck one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth?
That little smirk played at the corners of her lips like she knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned forward, cupping her hands to the glass over Eli’s head, who had no idea she wasbehind him, and my chest tightened when I caught the words she mouthed.
Earn it, Trav.
