Page 187 of Pucking Around

And then Caleb is behind me, one hand on my shoulder. “Lean forward, Hurricane,” he says. “All the way down.”

My excitement spikes as I drop down to my hands on either side of Ilmari’s head. We hold each other’s gaze as Caleb starts prepping me, working the lube inside with first one finger, then two. We both pant, sharing breath as Caleb takes hold of my hip, controlling my movements.

“You feel ready?” he says, his hand smoothing up my back.

I nod.

“Words, Rachel—”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Take me, Cay.”

Caleb presses in closer between Ilmari’s spread legs, working his cock in my ass. I groan, relaxing for him, ready to let him in. Letting more of my weight fall onto Ilmari, I relax my hips and sigh on a long exhale as Caleb presses in.

“Saatana,” Ilmari curses below me. “So tight—Rakas, are you hurting?”

“No,” I say on a breath.

“Fuck—I forgot about his cock,” Ilmari grunts.

“You like that, Mars,” Caleb says, thrusting in hard and fast so his piercings tease my inner walls at the same time that they tease Ilmari. He gets the full effect, the muscles in his neck going tight as he closes his eyes, his breath frozen in his chest.

“Want Jake to fuck me into you, Hurricane?”

I whimper, arms already shaking.

“He’ll pound me, and I’ll pound you, which will set fireworks off for Mars. You both ready?”

“Do it,” Mars replies. “Rakas, lie down on me.”

He helps me get the weight off my hands, folding me over against his chest. I’m pressed completely against him as Caleb curls over top of me from behind, seated to the hilt in my ass. The pressure is overwhelming as their two cocks fill me so full. I breathe through it, waiting for Jake to join us.

Caleb grunts, cursing under his breath. “Come on, Jake. Fuckin’ do it.”

“You gotta relax,” Jake replies, his voice soothing.

“Oh, fuck,” Caleb groans. “Holy fuck—”

I moan as Jake presses into him, which moves him into me.

“Who would have thought that for being such a smart ass, you’d have such a tight ass,” Jake teases. “Cay, you feel like heaven, man.”

Caleb just groans, still adjusting to the feel of a cock in his ass.

“You ready for more?” Jake calls. “Cay, wake the fuck up and help me. You move when I move, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Caleb groans, one hand on my hip and the other pressed flat to the mattress.

Under me, Ilmari curses softly in Finnish.

“Remember, this was your idea,” Jake teases.

“Just fucking—ah—fuck—” Caleb’s curse ends on a strangled cry as Jake unleashes on us all. He pounds into Caleb, holding to his hips as he rocks forward.

Caleb is a swearing mess as he finds a rhythm, working with Jake to thrust in tandem, moving inside me. The piercings glide up and down my inner walls, moving tight against Ilmari’s girth and sending him into a storm of breathless Finnish cursing. Mars throws his hands up behind him, bracing against the headboard as two huge hockey players move above us.

Meanwhile, my soul quietly ascends to a higher plane. I’m gone. Deceased. Dead from too much overwhelming euphoria. My body is sandwiched between three men I love who love me. We all found our path to each other in the most surprising of ways. They’re working together to bring all of us pleasure. A unit. A team.

I can hardly draw breath as I let my men love me, tearing me open as they drive themselves deeper into every part of me—my heart, my psyche, my soul. Something in this moment marks a new change. For the second time, I’m experiencing an unraveling of my being. The first happened when I met Jake in Seattle. This is the second.