Page 184 of Pucking Around

“I love you,” I whisper, breathless and spent. “Jake, I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeats, kissing my neck, my shoulder, his hand lovingly cupping my face to turn it so he can claim my lips. “I love you, Rachel. Never let me go.”

I nod, knowing in my heart that I can’t. It would take ripping at the fabric of my soul to do it, something that now feels unthinkable.

He pulls out of me and rolls to the side, his arm still draped over my middle as he catches his breath. “Mars,” he calls. “She’s all yours.”

The end of the bed sinks low as my goalie drops to his knees between my spread legs. His hands press to the mattress just above my hips on either side, sinking us down. I shiver at the feel of his bristly beard on the sensitive skin of my thighs as he kisses my hips. First one, then the other. His fingers sink deep inside me, and he groans as he pushes Jake’s cum back in.

“Release her hands,” he says, and I feel Jake roll to his side and crawl up the bed.

As Jake works to free me, Ilmari studies me with his hands, his face, his tongue. He alternates between brushing against me with the tip of his nose and tracing a line with his tongue—across my hip bone, under my navel, above my clit.

I whimper, dropping my left hand to Ilmari’s head as Jake releases my wrist from the restraint. My fingers feel tingly as I stroke his bearded face.

Ilmari arches into my touch, chasing it. My thumb brushes the shaved side of his scalp above his ear. When my right hand comes free, I drop it down too, both hands smoothing along the grain of his hair.

“Kulta,” I say on a sigh, my hands cupping his bearded cheeks. “Kultaseni. Please. Mä haluun sut. Oon sun.” It’s the only Finnish I know, but it’s effective as his body covers me, his lips claiming mine.

I wrap myself around him fully, feeling so small in his arms. Small, but strong. He’s the biggest of my guys, but he doesn’t treat me like a tender flower. He takes hold of me, sinking his body against mine until he’s dropped to his elbows, letting me bear his weight. I love the press of him on top of me.

“Mä kuulun sulle,” he murmurs, his lips against my lips. “Say it, Rakas.”

“Mä kuulun sulle,” I repeat. “What does it mean?”

His thumb hooks under the edge of my blindfold as he tugs it gently free.

I open my eyes, blinking up at him, his handsome face swarming my vision. I smile at the look of love and longing in his eyes. My quiet one. The one who needs to be seen the most. “What does it mean?” I say again.

He gazes down at me with those deep blue eyes. “I belong to you.” As he says the words, he notches his cock between my legs and presses in.

I arch into him, widening my hips to take him. “Say it again.”

“Mä kuulun sulle,” he repeats. “Mä rakastan sua.” He works his hips, sinking in deeper than before. My body works to accommodate his size. He slides a hand over my hip, tipping my thigh open so he can sink all the way into the hilt and we both groan.

I’m lost in this new feeling of fullness as his words continue. He pours his heart out in Finnish, speaking softly to me as we kiss and move together. A tear slips down my temple as I arch my head back, my flesh pressed against his, his cock moving so deep inside me.

Then suddenly he’s growling, his arms wrapping around me as he rears back. I cry out, holding on as he balances me on the lap of his splayed knees. I’m fully impaled on him, my legs wrapped around him as he holds my weight on his thighs. When he moves again, I drop my head back, eyes shut, crying out.

He’s so deep. Gravity is pulling me down so that I practically feel him in my chest. We rock together, his strong arms around me as our hips move in sync. His power is on full display like this, holding me as if I weigh nothing. I arch back, my breasts bouncing as I ride him. It feels fucking amazing.

“Ohmygod,” I cry out, my orgasm building deep and low. Usually, I need some kind of clitoral stimulation to get me all the way there. This angle makes that impossible, but I feel it all the same. It’s looming, just within reach.

“Kulta,” I whimper, my hands sliding over his inked shoulders to cup his cheeks. “Teach me how to say it.” I know he knows what I mean. I think he’s been saying it. I hold his gaze as we move together. “Ilmari, please—”

Those deep blue eyes gaze into my soul as he stills inside me, his cock buried so deep. “Mä rakastan sua,” he murmurs, his hands holding tight to my hips, thumbs brushing my sensitive skin. “Mä rakastan sua,” he says again, slower.

“Mä rakastan sua,” I repeat.

“En voi elää ilman sua,” he says, shoving against me with his hips. “Oon sun,” he pants.

“Vain sun,” I echo, arching back.

I fight a scream as my body gives over to the sensation of being split in half by this man who loves me. Then he’s crying out too, his hips bucking against me as he comes. The feel of his warm release triggers mine, and suddenly I’m caught in the throes of another orgasm, my core squeezing him with everything I have.

By the time the waves of my release fade, we’re both shaking, bodies sweating. He gently folds forward with excellent core control, placing me gently down onto the bed. Then he pulls out. I feel the warm mixture of their releases between my legs. I’m so full of them both, but I want more. I want Caleb.

I let my gaze go to him at last. They’ve tied him to Jake’s dresser at the wrists with what looks like neckties. Another tie holds the sock in his mouth, while someone draped Ilmari’s discarded jersey over his head. He looks ridiculous.