Page 43 of Sin Bin (BU Hockey Season 2, #1)

Ollie

I ’ve done this countless times before. And I know Aven’s mind nearly as well as I know my own. We have rules set in place and I have no doubt he’ll follow them.

But I’m still nervous.

It’s not that I think anything will go wrong. I couldn’t do this kind of thing if I didn’t have complete faith in both Aven and Fallon—and I do.

My nerves are because I want to make this everything she wants to be. We may not have planned on getting married, but she’s my partner in every sense of the word, and I’m completely committed to her pleasure.

So, yeah, this is going to be good for her. Hell, it’s going to be good for all of us.

Aven’s sprawled out on the chair by the window. The curtains are drawn, though I know my buddy loves an audience of any kind. His pose is casual, but I can see the outline of his half-hard dick through the fabric of his jeans.

I can’t blame him, though. Fallon has the same effect on me.

She’s standing by the bed, wearing leggings, a sports bra, and an oversized sweater.

I’m in black joggers and a Wolves t-shirt.

And we’re both waiting for Aven to take the lead.

“Do you want him to get rid of his shirt, Fallon?” Aven asks. “Let us both see his chest and abs?”

We’re standing so she has a clear view of his face. Even if we move to the bed, I’ll make sure that’s true. It’s not just about reading his lips, it’s about watching his eyes and knowing she can trust him.

Fallon smiles at Aven’s direction and I reach for the back of my collar while Fallon lifts the hem. I toss my shirt in an arc toward the hamper. Her fingers play with the waistband of my sweats, but she looks to Aven before she goes any further.

“Hell, yes,” he says. “If that’s what you want, Fallon, then do it. Take his pants off and let us see that ass he’s always bragging about.”

She doesn’t just obey his words, she slips her fingers under the elastic and drops to her damn knees in front of me as she peels them off.

It surprises no one that I’m naked under my joggers, and Fallon licks her lips as she takes in the view. My cock responds and I swear to god it reaches for her, desperate for her lips.

I turn my head to see that Aven’s fully hard now, gripping his dick. He’s got the top button his jeans undone, and his shirt is riding up just enough to show some skin.

“Do it,” he tells me, a smile in his voice. I know he’s not telling me to slip my cock between Fallon’s lips. It’s too soon for that. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I tug her upward, letting her body drag against mine as I bring her up to a standing position.

“This has to go,” I tell her, grabbing a fistful of her loose cotton sweater in my grip.

Her eyes flick to Aven’s and my cock surges.

God, I love this. He must smile or nod in response because she lifts her arms. Her shirt is gone in two seconds, leaving her in just her sports bra.

I take two steps back and to the side, so I’m behind her now and we’re both facing Aven.

My hands trace a path up her ribcage and breach the band of her tight little top.

She arches her back as I lift her bra up over her head, releasing her breasts.

Aven’s face is full of wonder. “Fuck,” he mutters.

My hands return to her waist and idle there, but that’s no hardship.

“Damn, her skin looks soft,” Aven says. “Taste it. Kiss her, right there, behind her ear.”

He’s purposely drawing this out, but I have no complaints. Her peach scent is on my lips as they press against her skin. I feel Fallon shiver against me. It’s both the contact of my body on hers and the fact that Aven’s eyes are trained on us.

“Your wife is a fucking goddess, Jablonski, and you need to worship her. Cup those pretty tits. Feel the weight of them in your hands.”

At the mere suggestion, Fallon arches her back and thrust her chest in Aven’s direction.

When my hands glide up to wrap around the full swell of her breasts, she gasps.

The view from here is incredible. I watch as her lips part and her nipples harden.

My thumbs caress her soft flesh and my touch is just short of what she needs.

She squirms a little, trying to force the contact between my fingers and the sensitive tips of her breasts, but I keep satisfaction just out of reach.

Until she says my name.

“Ollie,” she pants, breathless and eager. That’s my undoing. She’s here with both of us. She’s acting out a fantasy.

And the word that falls from her lips is my name.

I give her what she wants, and not just because it’s what I want, too. Not just because Aven is watching, his zipper down, his cock in his hand.

I give it to her because I can’t deny her anything. I play with her tits, softly kneading them lazily, then pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her clench her thighs.

She’s leaning into me, and I know she feels my hard cock as it presses into her back. Her head lolls onto my chest and I can see the flush of her cheeks and the hungry look in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Aven murmurs, stroking his cock. “You think this is making her wet?”

I see Fallon’s lips transform into a smile. I know damn well she’s wet. Her panties are soaked, and she wants me to find her dripping for me.

My left hand keeps touching her breasts, while my right hand delves between her thighs to cup her over her leggings. I can feel her heat through the layers of fabric. She’s tilting her hips up, dying to connect her center with the palm of my hand.

“Yeah, I do,” I tell him.

“Maybe you should check,” he answers back. “That okay with you, Fallon? If he slips his hand inside your panties. If he runs his finger along your slit to see if you’re as turned on as we are?”

“Yes,” she breathes, arching up as if she can’t quite help herself.

Slowly, I drag my palm up over her mound, across her belly, and up to the edge of her high-waisted leggings. I’d swear she wants to help me, that her hands are itching to tear her leggings off and toss them onto the floor. But instead, she raises her hands and reaches them up into my hair.

Fuck.

I love the way she’s damn near edging herself.

I love the way her fingers grip my hair.

I love the moan that escapes her lips when my thumb slides under the material.

I’m trying like hell to go slowly, but when I graze the nearly bare skin of her pussy, I can’t help myself.

I pull the fabric down just low enough to give me what I need.

My middle finger sinks inside her and it’s everything.

My dick gets impossibly harder with envy.

I add another finger, pulling her even closer, rocking my cock into the cleft of her ass while I tease her with what’s to come.

Aven’s watching as he fists his cock over and over. His chest is bare now, ready to be covered with his climax when he finally breaks.

Fallon’s eyes are wide, taking it all in.

I touch her and tease her until my dick is so hard it could pound nails. My left hand leaves her breast so I can capture her chin and turn her face toward me. “Look what you do to him, Fallon. Feel what you do to me. You’re so damn sexy you’ve got both of us on the edge.”

“I’m on the edge, too,” she tells me.

“You want to go over?” I tease. “You want me to stroke this pussy until it comes apart? You want me to hit this spot until you can’t hold back any longer?” I ask, thrusting my fingers deep and curling them to tap her inner wall.

Fallon moans in response, and I look at Aven. His body is taught with need, but he’s waiting for Fallon. “Should I make her come?” I ask him.

“Yes,” she cries out, and I have no choice but to obey.

I’m damn close to coming myself, so I need to take her there.

I pump my fingers in short, rhythmic bursts, and then longer ones.

I’ve been paying attention and learning what she likes, what she loves, and what makes her knees go weak and her mouth turn dirty.

We’re so desperate for each other that we haven’t even made it to the bed.

Fallon’s still standing in front of me, though standing isn’t really accurate.

She’s melting into me and I’m supporting most of her weight because my wife is feeling so damn good that she doesn’t have time to worry about standing upright.

“I fucking love the way you feel,” I tell her honestly. “There’s nothing better than watching you let go.”

My words push her right over the edge. Her body trembles, as wave after wave hits her in the very best way.

That’s all it takes for Aven, too, and I know the feeling.

He cries out as ropes of cum hit his chest and abs.

The satisfied look on his face is one I’m familiar with, but when I see it, something shifts deep inside me.

I’m not a jealous man. I never have been.

My bedroom policy has always been the more, the merrier.

And Aven has always been my favorite person to play with.

His appetite is as insatiable as mine, and we both love watching and being watched.

But apparently there is a limit to how far I’ll go, and I just found it.

Sharing this with him has been incredible, and I don’t regret it at all. But this is where it ends. I’m seconds away from making love to my wife, and that’s a private show.

Fallon’s completely unraveled, so I scoop her up and carry her to the bed. Aven watches, then uses his t-shirt to wipe up the mess he’s made.

He stands and it’s clear that he knows what I’m going to say before the words leave my mouth. “It’s getting late,” I tell him.

He nods and flashes half a smile in my direction as he zips his pants and heads for the door. Aven knows exactly what’s running through my mind and if I’m not mistaken, he thinks it’s funny that I’ve fallen so hard. Absently, I wonder if he’ll be laughing like that when it’s his turn.

When the door shuts, Fallon leans up on her elbows and looks at me. “The party ended early?” she asks.

“No,” I tell her, maintaining eye contact as I peel her leggings and panties all the way off her. “The party’s just starting.”

I can easily think of a dozen ways to make her come, but I turn off my brain for a second and crawl into bed next to her.

I’m not gonna plan this out, I’m just going to feel.

To give. To react. Suddenly, it’s like somebody turned on the lights even though our room is lit only by a bedside lamp.

But when I fully tune into the woman beneath me, the world becomes vibrant.

I pull Fallon close to me because I just can’t get enough of her—the way she feels, the way she smells, the way she tastes.

We kiss each other, content for the moment to get lost in the pleasure of something as simple as the joining of our lips.

Her nails scrape against the base of my neck, and damn, I love that she knows what that does to me.

Soon enough, we’re starving for each other, so I lift her leg up over my hip and press my dick against her entrance.

“Guide me in,” I tell her, squeezing her hip and letting my eyes close when she takes me in, inch by inch.

I’ve had sex before. Probably a lot more than my share.

But nothing has ever felt so right, so intimate.

Fallon’s whole body is flushed and aroused.

I can feel her pulse speed up when I bottom out and hit that spot deep inside her.

When she bites her lip, I know to keep doing whatever magic I’ve been doing.

When she spreads her legs wider and opens her eyes to look at me, I know she needs to see that I’m in so fucking deep I’ll never see my way out of this.

And that’s fine with me.