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V bent forward, and I realized he was putting my cell phone back down between our legs. I braced my forearms against the back of the sofa and canted my hips up. V ran his hands up my front and closed them around my breasts. He pinched my nipples and railed me, thrusting deeper and harder than he’d ever gone before. His sac hit my clit, and his cock drove against my G-spot with every thrust. I watched as Chris fisted his dick, his deep moans a symphony with the sound of our skin slapping together and the slick noises V’s cock made pumping in my pussy. It was pornographic, a sensory overload.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed as my pussy clamped down on V’s dick, electricity running through my veins and exploding like fireworks at every nerve ending.

V let go of my breasts and gripped my shoulders instead, bowing my back and driving in harder and faster. My orgasm renewed, my pussy pulsing around him non-stop.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Chris gasped. His belly was shaking, his hand shuttling over his dick so fast, it was a blur. “Wish you were buried inside me like you are in Kam. Want to feel my ass stretched around your cock, milking you.”

“Come, Chris. Let me see your cum. Empty your balls for me,” V growled through clenched teeth. V’s movements stuttered, and he sucked in a breath.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Gonna fill you up, Kam.”

“Do it,” I gasped. “Want to feel you running down my legs.”

Chris shouted out, and I watched as his cock pulsed, cum shooting from his slit and sliding down his fingers. I reached for the cell phone and held it up so V could see it.

V choked out a gasp and drove his hips forward one more time, his cock pulsing inside me. I imagined the condom gone, his cum painting my walls, and a tremor hit me, another orgasm rocketing through me. “Fuck, she’s coming again,” V panted. “Fuck.” He cried out again and dropped forward, his sweaty chest pressed against my back.

Hewas breathing hard, and he was heavy. My arms and legs were shaking, unable to hold our weight up. I tilted us to the side, and we collapsed onto the sofa. V was sprawled out, his mask, a cum-filled condom, and his jeans and boots just below his knees the only things he wore.

I picked up my cell phone to see that Chris had brought his face into the frame again. I pointed the camera at V’s dick and let Chris watch as I eased the condom off him.

“Want you to smell of V when you go to bed tonight,” Chris murmured.

V took my cell phone off me so Chris could watch as I squeezed the cum from the condom onto my chest, and rubbed it over my breasts.

“Lick your fingers, Chris. Imagine it’s mine.” V turned my cell phone around so we could watch Chris bring his fingers to his mouth.

He sucked on them, his eyes rolling back in his head. “You taste good, V. Fuck, my cock’s getting hard again. Want to drink you all night.”

I wanted that too. I wanted a whole night with him. I wanted to learn every inch of his body, to touch and taste him.

I looked over my shoulder at him lying half underneath me. Now was as good a time as any. I rose to my knees and started at his chest, lashing my tongue over his nipple. His deep moan rumbled through my body, and I bit down gently. He hissed, and his cock bucked, making a valiant effort to harden again.

I palmed his abs, gliding my fingers over those sexy-as-fuck ripples, and ran my tongue along the dip between his pecs and down to his belly button. His skin was smooth with a sexy golden tan. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his abs, then nipped at his hip bones. V’s breathing picked up, and he threaded his fingers into my hair, guiding my mouth lower.

“Hon, we’re gonna be here for a while longer. Charge your cell phone in if you’re low on battery.”

Their moans vibrated through my body, and I slipped off the sofa to undo V’s boots and get his jeans off. Even if I didn’t have him all night, I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity to touch and taste him the way I wanted to. The only way it could be more perfect were if Chris was here too.

fifteen

Locke

The game was phenomenal. The Seals won in a shutout against the Golden Knights, thanks in no small part to the magic that Chris and Mironov created on the ice. It was the first time they were back on the starting line, and the Seals’ defensive game was on point. In tandem with Rune on goal, Chris and Mironov were like a solid brick wall, not giving the Knights an inch of leeway. It was exhilarating to watch.

But not everyone was celebrating. Hewitt was having another miserable game. He was officially in a rut. The sports channels were already talking about a trade, or more likely, his retirement. I knew Kam and Chris both liked him. He seemed like a decent enough bloke in older interviews too. It sucked that he was having such a shitty run.

I walked down the stands toward the exit, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. My ball cap was pulled low, and my hoodie hid most of my face. But I was still taller than most people around me, and shrinking into the crowd wasn’t as easy as people thought.

I spotted a security guard and made my way over to him.

“G’day,” I greeted.

The guard looked at me, and the only indication I had that he recognized me was how wide his eyes opened. “Hello, sir. How can I help?” He cleared his throat and stood up straighter.

“I wanted to go say hi to the Seals. Can you get me into their locker room?”

“Ah, I’m not authorized down there myself, but I’ll radio my boss. Give me a minute.” He wandered away from me, rounding the corner where there were no people around, and returned a few minutes later, wearing a grin.