Page 42 of Power Play (Titans Hockey #2)

"This woman is my family. If you think I'm above stealing a peak at at classified medical reports to make sure she's safe, you clearly don't know me at all."

I look at Garrett, worried about his reaction. He looks down for a moment before nodding.

My shoulders relax .

"Ben, on the bed. She's going to ride you while I take her delicious ass. Jonesy, you wanna fuck her mouth or her tits?"

"Both?"

A tiny chuckle escapes me. Of course he'd want both.

Like a well-oiled team, my guys obey. They take orders from Scott every day on the ice, so it's only natural they're comfortable taking orders from him in the bedroom.

All to bring me pleasure, and to make me happy.

I start to get choked with emotion, but then Ben's lying next to me, blessedly naked, with an adoring look on his face.

"Hey pretty girl," he whispers, hands going to my thighs. "Your chariot awaits," he says, motioning a hand to his waiting cock. I snort a laugh before resting my hands on his broad chest and mounting him.

"You're such a dork." I roll my eyes.

"Made you laugh, though."

The laughter dies as we both groan as I slide myself down on his cock, impaling me and filling me perfectly.

A sharp slap to my right ass cheek has me jumping, and my walls clenching, causing Ben to grunt, fingers gripping into the flesh of my thighs.

"Open up for Jonesy, slut, and let him fuck that mouth of yours."

I look up to see Garrett, looking slightly unsure of himself. He's standing on the bed, towering over us all, but it puts his cock at the perfect height.

One hand braces against the wall for support on the shaky mattress, while the other reaches out to me. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, but his hand wavers there.

"Can I...? "

I'm not sure what he's asking for, but the answer is yes. I trust this man implicitly. He's given me so much trust, so much vulnerability and intimacy. I want to give him everything. My heart, my body, my trust, my forever.

"Open."

I do.

He hooks his thumb into my mouth and secures my lower jaw. I smile as I realize he wants to try out some of Scott's degradation. The smile must be the permission he was looking for. Releasing my jaw, he strokes his hard length, causing my walls to clench again in anticipation. Ben hisses below me.

"I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth now, baby. And you're going to take it all like a good little slut, won't you?"

I whimper and squirm on Ben, needing movement, needing friction. It earns me another slap to my exposed flesh from Scott. I'm so hot, so needy. My skin feels two sizes too small, and I need to escape.

Before I can squirm again, Garrett palms the side of my face and slides his hot cock between my teeth. I gag a little and moan as he hits the back of my throat. It's so good. So dirty. And I want more.

I squirm on Ben, earning another slap, eliciting another whimpered exhale through my nose.

Scott finally takes pity on me, pressing one thick finger past the ring of muscles.

I bear down on the pressure, wanting more, needing more.

It's not long before he's adding a second thick finger, scissoring them, and opening my body for him.

Garrett starts at a gentle pace, but before long, the hand palming my face slides underneath my jaw, his thumb pressing my lip against my teeth. I open wider, awkwardly, hoping to accommodate both his cock and his thumb .

He slips his thumb inside again, holding me by my jaw, as his pace starts to pick up. The opening in my lip allows saliva to escape, dripping down my chin and onto my chest and Ben's. I'm a sloppy, spitty mess, but the look of sheer desire on Garrett's face has me feeling like a queen.

"Gonna need you to hurry up back there, Coach. I can't take much longer."

Just then, his fingers disappear. I whine, and go to look over my shoulder, but Garrett doesn't release my jaw. Instead, he thrusts harder, faster, deeper, causing me to gag some more and tears form in my eyes.

"Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good like this.

" Baby. My heart clenches in on itself painfully.

Garrett has been so amazing about learning my body, making love to me, being respectful of me as we figure out our relationship in and outside of the bedroom.

But knowing I do this to him? That he's losing control?

I don't have time to wax poetically about Garrett, when the wide head of Scott's cock presses through my backdoor. I have to take a moment to breathe and bear down through the pain. But Scott knows what he's doing. He gives me an inch before taking it away again. Two inches and then gone.

And soon, the very little control I have snaps.

I'm being filled by my men, overwhelmed with pleasure and pressure and sensations that I simply become pleasure and pressure and sensation.

My body is helpless to do anything but feel .

And it's more than just them coming together to give me an incredible night of sex.

These are my men. My men. They love me . They're with me . And I'm with them .

Tracey's already tested each of them, but they passed. They didn't give in to her advances. They exist for me. They live for me. And for the babies growing in my belly.

And I love them. All of them. So much it aches.

Ben and Scott find a rhythm. When one enters, the other retreats.

Ben is groaning. Scott is grunting.

Until they change their rhythm and they're both entering me at the same time, touching every sensitive nerve ending, splitting me apart with pleasure.

From my toes curling, to each individual hair on my head getting its own heartbeat, I come and come violently.

I can't even scream out my orgasm. But it's enough. I must squeeze Ben and Scott in my orgasm, my internal walls clenching repeatedly as I grind myself on them, wanting to milk this feeling of ecstasy only my guys can give me.

Garrett pulls out of my mouth as my vision tunnels and I collapse onto Ben's naked chest, my own chest heaving, pulling big gulps of air into my lungs.

"Roll over, pretty girl," Ben whispers after placing a soft kiss to my temple once he's caught his breath.

"Huh?"

Scott pulls out of my ass, warm cum dripping out. Ben wraps his strong arms around me and rolls me onto my back before gently pulling out with a wince.

"Fuck, that's a pretty sight," Scott growls, and I imagine what he's seeing. Both of my holes, red, swollen, dripping with cum. And the image is dirty, pornographic, sensitive and perfect.

"Grab her wrists, arms overhead. "

My eyes fly open. We're not done? I thought we were done? I can't take anymore!

But Ben does as commanded, wrapping my wrists in his giant hands and pulling my arms over my head.

Scott moves to the bathroom now, so I look at Garrett, whose cock is so angry it's red, spit and pre-cum dripping from his tip.

I relax. He wants to fuck my breasts. They've gotten so big in pregnancy I almost don't recognize myself in mirrors.

But the boys have been loving the changes happening to my body.

Which has been amazing, because I don't always love them. Changes are scary.

But when Garrett's thick thighs, covered in soft hair, bracket in my ribs, I can't help but smile. "Fuck me, baby. Use me. Cover me with your cum. I'm all yours."

The silence in the room is deafening. I don't do dirty talk. I never have. I've never had a partner for more than a few minutes, let alone someone I feel comfortable being vulnerable and trying new things with. But they've all given me that. And they deserve my vulnerability back.

"Jesus, that's hot," comes from above my head.

Jonesy, on the other hand, looks like he wants to propose. Except he's a bit too late for that. "Fuck, I think I love you."

The laugh that lights up my chest feels good. It's freeing. It's mine.

"What?" Garrett asks, looking between me and a chuckling Ben, whose dropped his forehead to the bed trying to cover his laughter. "What did I do wrong?"

"Never change, Garrett. Never change. You're perfect just the way you are. "

"Bro, you don't tell her you love her for the first time with her other two boyfriends' cum dripping out of her right before you titty fuck her and come all over her face."

His shoulders sink a little, as a small 'oh' slips from his lips.

I admonish Ben. "No. It was perfect. It was perfectly imperfect, and honest," I say, before muttering, "Not a story we can tell the grandkids, though."

Garrett locks eyes with me, an intensity there I'm not used to, and his hand has stopped stroking himself. "Did I ruin it?"

I shake my head. My hands itch to hold him, to reassure him, but I don't want to give up on this game we're playing either.

I shake my head earnestly. "Absolutely not, Garrett.

There's nothing here you can ruin. If you make a mistake, you'll make it up to me.

If I make a mistake, I'll make it up to you.

You told me you love me in the moment, when you felt it, and it was so beautiful and honest and perfect.

And..." I pause, making sure I have his full attention.

"And I love you too, Garrett Jones. Every part of you. "

He sucks in a breath, a boyish smile crossing his face. "No one's ever told me that before...and meant it," he whispers, voice full of tender awe.

Ben groans. "Are you going to titty fuck her or not, because I'm getting hard again, and I don't think she can take much more."

My smile turns into a wicked grin. "So, what's it going to be, husband? Are you going to titty fuck your wife in front of her boyfriends?"

He groans, eyes closing, face rolling backwards and up to the ceiling. "Abso-fucking-lutely. "

He inches closer at the same time Ben moves.

Ben traps my hands between his knees, letting him scoot above me and squeeze my large breasts together, the spit from earlier acting as the perfect lube.

My boyfriend, working to present me to my husband like the perfect sexual offering, has me hot all over again.

I squeeze my thighs together and feel the squish of our combined releases.

Garrett thrusts his soft, warm length between my breasts. I can't touch him like this, so I urge him on with my words.

"That's it, baby. Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me."

He leans down, bracing his hands on either side of my head.

Ben shifts to make room. Garrett ruts into me with a scorching need.

He needs to come. He needs to release. And he's chosen my body to do it.

It's dirty, but I feel honored. He could have any woman, and he has before.

But he's choosing to stay with me, be faithful to me.

Anything he needs, I'm going to give to him.

"Fuck," he grunts, and pinches my nipple. I whine loudly, unashamedly. This man is my husband. My future. My love.

"I... I’m coming..." he grinds out through clenched teeth.

"Watch me," I command.

His eyes finally open and he watches, convulsing, as rope after rope of thick, warm cum coats my cheek, my chest, my neck, my lips. I lick the corner of my lip, savoring the taste of him.

"Jesus. Fuck," he grunts as the last tremors of his orgasm wrack through him.

Covered in his cum, I feel claimed. Owned. This man owns me, body and soul. And then I look up at Ben, and know he owns me, too. And when I find Scott, still stark naked, big arms crossed across a broad chest, looking content and smug as hell. I know they all own me.

"Alright, darling. Time for a bath. You've made quite a mess."

And I smile. Because I want to spend the rest of my life making messes with these men.