Page 32 of For Pucking Real (The Seattle Vipers #4)
TWENTY-THREE
TOBIAS
Now
L ia’s heels hit the floor with a soft clunk as I carry her through the darkened hallway, her fingers wrapped loosely around my neck.
The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow over everything, making it feel like we're in our own little world.
And in a way, we are. This is our first one-on-one intimate moment, a bubble of time and space where only she and I exist. The gentle scent of her perfume, something floral with a hint of spice, uniquely her, fills my senses as her hair brushes against my cheek.
I lay her down on the bed and reflect on how surreal this feels.
How right. There's no guilt gnawing at me, no fear holding me back.
There's just Lia, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her blue eyes looking up at me with a mix of desire and vulnerability behind those black-rimmed glasses she hasn't bothered to remove.
The tattoo of a sewing needle with thread peeks out from beneath her sleeve, another piece of her I want to explore, to understand.
I want to tell her how beautiful she is, how long I've been drawn to her, how this, being here with her, feels like coming home.
Words feel inadequate, so I try to show her instead.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss.
She responds immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
Her lips taste faintly of cherry, her signature red lipstick, is now long gone.
We undress each other slowly, taking our time to explore, to learn the curves and planes of each other's bodies.
My fingers tremble slightly as I unbutton her vintage-style dress, revealing her soft skin beneath.
Each touch is a conversation, each kiss a confession.
I want to memorize every inch of her, every sound she makes, every way she responds to my touch.
The way she inhales sharply when my fingers graze her ribs, the soft sigh that escapes her lips when I kiss that sensitive spot behind her ear.
"Tobias," she whispers against my skin, her voice husky and intimate in a way I've never heard before.
Her small hands trace the contours of my back, learning old scars and new muscles with equal reverence.
In this moment, our histories, all the pain, all the uncertainties, seem to fade away, leaving only this connection that feels both brand new and somehow ancient.
Her skin is soft under my fingertips, her breath hitches as I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.
Sucking and licking each nipple reverently, I want to worship her, to show her with my body what I can't express with words.
That I'm all in. That I want to be enough for her, enough for both of them. That I want to stay.
Lia arches into my touch, her body responding to mine in a way that sends heat coursing through me.
Her heart races, matching the rhythm of my own.
This is more than just physical attraction, more than just desire.
This is a connection, a bond that feels like it's been there all along, just waiting for us to acknowledge it.
I kiss and lick my way down her stomach, her hips, her thighs.
I want to taste her, to feel her come undone under my touch.
Just as I'm about to spread her thighs wide, I feel the bed shift behind me.
I glance up and see Devan, naked and glorious, his eyes locked on us, a mix of heat and tenderness in his gaze.
He doesn't say anything, just leans down and kisses Lia, slow and deep, before turning to me.
His kiss is a question, a check-in. We good?
You okay? I nod slightly, answering him without words.
Yes, we're good. Yes, I'm okay, more than okay.
Devan joins us fully then, his hands and lips adding to the symphony of touch and sensation. He kisses Lia again, then me, solidifying the emotional bond between all three of us. This is new territory for us, uncharted waters, but it feels right. It feels like where we're meant to be.
"I want you both," Lia whispers between kisses, her voice husky with desire.
"You have us, beautiful," I say, my breath a gentle caress against her skin as I finally allow myself a long, lingering lick of her pussy. Her taste explodes on my tongue like sweet, intoxicating nectar, and I groan with the pleasure of it.
Lia moans into Devan's mouth, her body writhes between us as he finds her breasts, plays with her nipples until they're hard and aching. She squirms under our combined attention, her breath comes in short, desperate gasps until she breaks away from Devan's kiss, her chest heaving.
"I want you both inside me, now," she pants, her voice raw with need. "Please."
Releasing her clit from between my lips, I look up between her legs and smile, my eyes locking with hers. "Are you sure you want us both, Lia? Are you ready for that, baby?"
"Li-Li, maybe—" Devan starts, his voice gentle and full of concern.
Lia groans, her body tensing with frustration. "I know what I want," she says, her voice firm and final as she looks at me, her eyebrow raised, then up at Devan.
"Alright, baby, we'll go slow," Devan says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
We shift and move like pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly.
Lia straddles my hips, her wet pussy coating my thighs with her arousal, making me ache with anticipation.
Devan positions himself behind her, the snick of the lube cap echoing in the quiet room, a sound that promises pleasure and connection.
We take our time, exploring each other, learning each other's bodies, as if it’s sacred ground.
Lia's breath hitches as Devan trails kisses down her spine, her back arching in response.
I capture her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moans, her pleasure vibrates through me as she lines herself up and slowly slides down my dick.
"Oh fuck, Tobias. You feel so good," she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she takes me in deeper.
"Kiss him, Li-Li, lean your body forward so I can get you ready for me," Devan says, his voice a gentle command as he gently pushes her forward, making my dick penetrate deeper. Lia rolls her hips, making me hiss with pleasure.
Devan's hands are sure and steady, his touch confident and knowing as he spreads her cheeks.
Lia's kisses become more frantic as he opens her up, one finger at a time.
He knows her body, knows what she likes, what she needs.
I'm learning, following his lead, my heart swelling with a mix of desire and reverence.
She cries out when Devan finally enters her slowly, the feel of his dick sliding along mine with only a thin layer of skin between us is explosive. Life-affirming pleasure courses through me as he pulls out just as slowly, the sensation overwhelming.
"Fuck! You both feel amazing," Devan says, his hand gripping Lia's hips so hard she'll have bruises tomorrow.
"Move. Oh. . .oh fuck, move," Lia pleads, her voice a desperate whimper.
Devan thrusts back into her ass hard, shifting us up the bed and making us both groan. We find a rhythm, like we always do, natural and easy. Lia is sandwiched between us, writhing in pleasure from each stroke.
The room is filled with the sound of our breaths, our moans, our whispers. It's intimate, raw, real. We're not just three bodies coming together; we're three souls intertwining, creating a connection that thrums with memory and pulses with discovery all at once.
The sensation of being inside Lia along with Devan is overwhelming, intense.
It's a level of intimacy I've never experienced before, a level of trust I've never known.
I can feel every movement, every shift, every breath.
It's like we're one entity, moving together, feeling together, experiencing pleasure together.
"Yes! I'm going to cum!" Lia shouts, her body tensing with anticipation.
"Cum for us, beautiful," I say through clenched teeth as I barrel toward my own release, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.
Lia presses her forehead into the crook of my neck as she keens, her body spasms as she cums hard.
Devan bellows, cums right along with her, the sight of them coming undone pushes me over the precipice.
I cum with both their names on my lips, the pleasure overwhelming and all-consuming, a testament to the connection we share.
As we lie there, still connected, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I reflect on the journey that brought us here.
The winding, treacherous road with its hairpin turns and steep drops, from Texas to Las Vegas to Seattle, from loneliness to this tangle of limbs and hearts.
The ups and downs, the fears and the hopes, the uncertainties and the truths.
The nights I spent staring at ceilings in empty apartments, the mornings I woke up hollow.
The first time I saw Devan again after all those years, the electricity when Lia first challenged me with that knowing smirk of hers.
I realize, with a clarity that's almost blinding, that this is where I belong.
This is what I've been searching for since my mother's funeral, my father's lack of acceptance and his consequent abandonment.
This is what I've been missing since Devan walked away from me in college. This is my home, my family, my future.
I would give up hockey before I'd give up them.
The thought comes unbidden, but it settles in my chest with the weight of absolute truth.
Hockey has been my escape, my salvation, the one constant when everything else fell apart.
But this—Lia's small hand splayed across my chest, Devan's familiar warmth draped over us both, breathing as one—this is what matters.
This is what I want to fight for, what I want to hold onto with both hands until my knuckles turn white, what I want to build a life around.
The scars my father left, the grief my mother's death hollowed out in me, they're still there, but they don't define me anymore.
As I drift off to sleep, wrapped in their arms, feeling Lia's soft hair tickling my chin and Devan's steady heartbeat against my shoulder blade, I silently hope that my agent can keep me in Seattle.
I'll take any contract, any terms. Because I'm not just playing for the Vipers anymore.
I'm playing for us. I'm playing for our future, a future I never thought I deserved but will fight like hell to keep.
I'm all in, chips pushed to the center of the table, no hedging my bets this time.