Page 36 of Hat Trick (Titans Hockey #1)
Chapter thirty-one
Emily
L uca scrambles off the bed and pulls his phone from his slacks on the floor. He hits the group chat and FaceTimes them. One after the other Carter and Gabe's grumpy faces blink onto the screen. It's after midnight so they were both asleep.
"What the fuck are you facetiming us at midnight for, jackass?" Gabe growls.
"Oh, nothing, just thought you'd like to watch as I take our girl's ass for the first time." Luca says with an unaffected shrug. "But I'll let you get back to sleep." He pretends to go to hang up on them before I hear them shout.
"No!" at the same time as "Don't you fucking dare!"
He chuckles before flipping the camera. "Say 'hi' to your boyfriends, sweetheart." I lay there, naked, ass still up in the air, face against the mattress. I give them a post-orgasm-drunk grin and wiggle my fingers.
"Hey boys..." I coo before giggling at the muffled curses coming from Carter and Gabe.
"Christ, baby girl, you look so fucking good like that." Carter says and I can hear the strain in his voice.
Luca sets the phone up on the nightstand, against the lamp, before turning me so the boys can get a better view.
"He's been treating you right?" Gabe asks, always the protector.
I smile back at Luca, "A perfect gentleman."
He chuckles. "Man, she sucked my soul out of my dick on the drive here. I've never come that hard. "
"Goddamnit, Tavares you can't wave a steak in front of a starving man. It's bad enough to watch her without being able to touch her." Carter groans.
"So don't watch."
"Not a fucking chance."
"Are we going to fucking chit chat all night or watch Luca take care of our girl?" Gabe growls.
Luca takes that as his cue and lines the tip of his cock back up with my already wet and swollen pussy. He lays a hand on my lower back before asking, "You ready, sweetheart?"
I nod eagerly. He slowly slides into me and we both groan when I take him to the hilt. He feels so fucking good, like I've gone my whole life missing something, only to find it when our bodies are combined. At this angle he presses into my G-stop, so deep, so visceral I'm sure my bones have melted.
"Fuck, sweetheart, I'll never get over how good you feel.
" He grunts before setting a slow, leisurely pace.
Even though it's slow, I can feel the storm of pleasure building in my lower belly.
He reaches beneath me and gathers some of my release on his fingers before bringing them back up to my asshole. He gently massages it with his thumb.
"That's a good girl. Relax for me. I'll make this good for you, I promise.
" I whimper at the effect his words have on me.
Two words, eight letters, and 'good girl' turns me into a wanton, mindless, sex slave.
There's nothing I wouldn't do for a little bit of praise in the bedroom.
Shit, probably outside of the bedroom too.
So, I do as I'm told. I breathe deep, willing my muscles to relax.
"That's it sweetheart. You're doing so good for me.
" He presses the tip of his thumb against my ass and the feeling is so weird, and dirty, and foreign and good .
As I will my muscles to relax and allow the intrusion, he leans forward and snatches the phone from the side table.
He holds it, the angle giving Gabe and Carter a better view and the thought of what they're seeing causes my inner walls to contract.
"Fuck," Luca groans, sliding his thumb in to the first knuckle.
"Our good girl likes being watched, doesn't she?
" I'm a panting, drooling mess and my walls squeeze again when I hear Carter and Gabe's soft cursing.
With one hand on my ass and one holding the phone, Luca's lost the leverage to pull me to him, so I meet his thrusts with my own.
He sets a rhythm with his thumb and cock that have me quickly spiraling.
"Greedy girl." He grunts from behind me, and I can tell he's close, too. I wish I could see my other guys. See if they're jerking themselves, see if they're close too.
"I'm getting her ready for you, Gabe. Stretching her tight little hole so she can take you."
The mental image of Gabe in my ass with Luca or Carter in my pussy pushes me over the edge. With a long, guttural moan I cry out, my toes curl, my back arches, and a wave of pleasure pours through every inch of my cells.
Luca grunts curses behind me, slamming into me with abandon, the phone tossed somewhere unceremoniously next to us.
It only takes a few more pumps before he hardens even more inside of me and spills his release into me.
He collapses against my back and my knees give out, tossing us both forward.
Luca sweetly reaches up to cup the back of my neck and rests his forehead against my temple.
We're both breathing heavily, sweat slicked between our skin.
"Fuck, Emily. You're so fucking perfect. Marry me? "
I can't help but chuckle in response. I know he's not serious. I've gotten used to his overly romantic gestures.
"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to present me with a ring? Maybe down on one knee? Not while we're catching our breaths after you fucked me while my two other boyfriends watched."
"Boyfriends who are still here, by the way!" Gabe's muffled shout rings through the air.
Luca chuckles too, rolling off of me to find his phone. I'm too blissed out to care about anything anymore, content to simply exist in the post-orgasm tingles.
The boys are arguing above me, but I can't quite make out what they're saying. I think they're giving Luca shit for proposing to me while his dick was still inside of me. Which makes me chuckle again.
"You pour her a bath and order room service, Luca, before you let her fall asleep.
They never serve enough food at weddings.
" Carter orders. His love language is absolutely acts of service.
And I love that, even from a distance, he's concerned about showing me I'm loved.
Although, he's quite generous with his words of affirmation as well. And physical touch.
How the fuck did I get so lucky to not only have one amazing man in my life, but three?