Page 162 of Pucking Sweet

Novy’s eyes are wide, his lips parted with the joke he’s not telling. Yeah, if he keeps teasing me, I’ll shut him up with my dick in his mouth—

Fuck, that just made my balls twitch. Am I into this? Do I like him watching me like this, even without Poppy here? He’s not leaving, and he’s not telling any more jokes. Does he like watching me? I groan, the sound deep in my throat as I rub my soapy thumb all around my thick head. “Fuuuck.”

“Don’t stop,” he says.

I keep stroking myself, luxuriating in the silky wetness, the heat of my hand. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always prefer Poppy’s hands on my dick, but there’s no shame in self-pleasure either. I know what I like, and I know what makes me come hard and fast.

Lukas steps away, and I pause. “What are you—”

“I said, don’t fucking stop.”

I watch him walk over to the sink, taking his shirt off as he goes. He tosses it to the floor and pumps some of Poppy’s lotion into his hand. Then he returns to stand in front of me. Slipping his shorts down with his other hand, they drop to his ankles, exposing his dick. He stands there naked and wraps his lotioned-up hand around his hard length, giving it a stroke.

My dick twitches at the sound of his desperate groan. I fist myself tighter, matching his rhythm as he fucks into his hand. My senses fill with the smell of Poppy’s body wash as I add more, lathering myself with it.

“I’m close,” he mutters, his breathing labored.

“Put your hand on the glass.”

He reaches out with his free hand, pressing it palm-flat against mine, aligning our splayed fingers. Fuck, why is this so hot?

“I’m right there,” I grunt.

“Me too. Don’t fucking stop. Come on the glass. I wanna see it.”

I groan, moving my hand faster over my dick, squeezing at the base as I roll my palm over my tip.

“Look at me, Cole.”

I blink, lifting my gaze away from our hands to meet his eyes through the glass.

“Don’t stop,” he pants.

“I’m coming—”

“Fuck,” he shouts, stepping closer to the glass as he comes too.

I lean in, the heat of release building inside me until I’m roaring out my climax. My cum shoots from my tip, hitting the glass. I keep stroking my dick, gliding with my thumb on the underside of my shaft until I spurt again.

“Oh, fuck,” Lukas cries. “Col—I’m coming so fucking hard.”

“I know,” I say on a low hum. “Me too.”

I give my dick one more long, slow pull. Then I drop my hand away, leaving my dick twitching as the warm shower washes it clean. I look at Lukas through the glass just as the asshole dares to say, “Next time, I’m catching it in my mouth.”

Twenty minutes later,we’re dressed, Poppy’s shower glass is clean, and we’re rolling into the parking garage of the practice arena. Lukas parks his truck in his assigned spot.

Grabbing the bag of granola we’ve been munching on, I get out. “So, how do you wanna do this?”

“We just need to be straight with them,” he replies. Pausing in his steps he grins and adds, “Well…you know what I mean.”

I know he’s joking again, but it is an interesting conundrum. I’ve always considered myself to be a straight man. I’ve only ever been attracted to women. I’ve only dated women. I’ve only fucked women. That means I’m straight…right?

Well, now I feel like I’m straight plus Novy.

Is that a thing?

Sharing Poppy like we do, I can’t help but also be interested in sharing more with him. When the three of us are together, it’s hard not to let hands and mouths wander. I’d like to know it’s not a problem if occasionally my hands touch him…maybe they wrap around his dick…maybe my mouth does too…maybe I lick her climax off his shaft when he’s done with her—