31. Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

M ac lays me gently on the bed as Dean closes the door behind him. My nerves get the best of me as I let out a nervous laugh. "We are the only ones here. I don't think the door being open or closed is going to make much of a difference."

Dean shrugs as he moves over to the bed. "I like the illusion of privacy."

They are both staring at me, and it only makes me more nervous. Do they plan on doing something or am I supposed to make the first move? I'm completely naked and, somehow, I'm still the only one unclothed. A few awkward minutes of silence pass, and I can't take it anymore.

I shimmy out from under the blanket, moving up the bed toward the headboard. Their eyes track my movement as, inch by inch, my body is exposed. "Are you two planning to stare at me the whole time?"

Mac gives me a devilish grin, then he reaches for his shirt. A bang on the window startles me, and I scream, grabbing the blanket again and looking over to find two figures. Two familiar figures. Their hands are cupping the glass as they try to peer in.

Another bang sounds, and Vicy yells, "What the fuck are y'all doing in there?"

I drop back onto the bed completely mortified. Did they seriously drive all the way here to check on us?

Dean yells back, "Fuck off, Vicy!"

"The sexual tension between y'all has been choking us for months! Fuck her already!" Taz yells.

"Fuck off, Taz!" Dean screams.

There's yet another bang on the window. "I can't hear anything. It's not that hard, just fuck her!" Vicy shouts.

Oh. My. God. Oh my FUCKING god! I really hope there aren't any people nearby to hear their screaming match.

"We don't need your help, Vicy," Mac says and growls.

"I can draw diagrams if you want!" Taz adds, unhelpfully.

Exasperated, I throw my hands into the air. Is this really happening? My embarrassment gets the best as I huff. "Do you need diagrams?" Mac and Dean both look at me with disbelief. I continue my embarrassed rant, "You didn't seem to have a problem finding it with your mouth."

I hear Vicy and Taz both yell, "Oh shit!"

From my position on the bed, I point to the window. "Those are tinted right? They can't see in here?"

Dean and Mac exchange a look at before Mac answers, "They can't see through, no matter how hard they try."

My body melts into the bed in relief. "Good. I don't think I could live through the embarrassment."

There's another bang on the window. "I don't hear any fucking! You guys must suck if I can't hear her making any noise."

Knowing they can't see inside, I jump off the bed and march to the window. I bang back as I shout, "Fuck off you two, or I'll make your lives a living hell on the ice."

The two of them look at each other before slowly backing away from the window. Vicy gives the window a salute. "Understood, Roe Roe."

Waiting until I'm sure they have indeed left, I turn around to face the guys. I attempt a sexy pose, but I'm not entirely sure I manage it. With my best siren eyes, I say, "Now. Who's fucking me first?"

They glance quickly at each other, then begin ripping off their clothes. They simultaneously yell, "Me!"

I squeal as they rush me. I manage to jump onto the bed before I hear a loud thump. Looking over my shoulder, I see Dean on the floor with his underwear around his ankles. Mac is frozen mid step. He looks over his shoulder when Dean groans, "Fucking hell."

I let out a snort, and Mac starts laughing. "Frère? Tu es bon?"

Dean thumps his head against the floor as he growls, "Fuck all the way off."

I can't hold back laughter anymore. "Did you seriously trip trying to get out of your underwear?"

He thumps his head against the floor again. "Fuck me…" he grunts.

"That was the plan. Are you okay?" I ask.

"Pretty sure I shattered my pride," he mumbles.

"Poor thing," I coo as I crawl off the bed and kneel beside him on the floor. "Come on, the night isn't ruined yet."

"I fell while getting out of my underwear, Liz," he groans. "I don't know how it can get any worse."

I poke his shoulder. "Don't say that. You know that's just asking for things to go wrong."

I push at him, trying to get him to roll over, but he huffs dramatically. "Leave me here to die."

I roll my eyes as I look up to Mac. "Help, please."

He shrugs. "If he doesn't want to fuck you, that's on him. I am completely fine with that. Leaves more time for me to ravage you."

My doe eyes are on point as I pout. "Please, Mac."

He immediately shuts his eyes. "That's not fair, Liz."

"Please," I whine.

He groans as he opens his eyes. "I'm only helping because I can't say no to you."

With a grin, I jump back onto the bed. "I love that you are such a cinnamon roll for me."

"Yeah," he grunts. "Not sure it's working in my favor at the moment." He pulls Dean from the floor grumbling, "If my dick touches your ass, it's all your fault for being a bitch."

Dean swats him. "Fuck off, man."

Mac points to the bed. "Get on the fucking bed," he demands.

Dean glares at him but does as instructed. I smirk as he collapses, refusing to make eye contact.

"Imbécile," Mac mutters.

I pat the bed next to me. "If he wants to act like a baby, let him. I'll give you a little reward."

Mac arches a brow. "A reward?" He moves so that he can lie on the bed beside me.

Shifting, I straddle him and begin kissing down his chest. He hums as I trail kisses down his body.

"Liz—" He hisses my name when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. He tangles his fingers in my hair as I suck.

I have to hold back a gag as his hips jerk. "Sorry," he pants. His grip tightens in my hair as I bob my head up and down. Sucking him as I hum around his cock. "Liz—fuck," he groans. "I-I'm not going to l-last much longer with you d-doing that."

I hum again and the vibration has his fingers tightening in my hair. I squeal as he rips me off his cock, and I look up to find his eyes scrunched tight as he pants for breath. I glance back down and see pre-come beginning to seep out the head of his cock.

When his eyes open again, they are no longer those of the soft cinnamon roll I've come to care for. No, these are the eyes of a famished man. He tugs my head to the side, and I roll with it as he suddenly straddles me.

"My cock will be inside you when I come, Elizabeth." He grunts.

A shiver shoots down my spine. He never uses my full name, and I fucking love the way it sounds coming from his lips.

He slides a hand between us, and his fingers dip between my folds. He chuckles. "So wet for me."

I suck in a breath as he slips a finger inside me. He pumps a few times before adding another. My arms wrap around his neck while my fingers tangle in his hair. My grip tightens as he glides another finger inside me, increasing his pace. "Mac…"

"Soak my fingers, Elizabeth," he growls.

My eyes fall closed as my pleasure builds but snap open when Mac snarls, "Eyes on me." He presses his thumb against my clit as he curls his fingers, and I scream with my release.

"Such a good girl," he praises. "Fuck, you soaked my hand, Chérie."

I'm not sure when I'd closed my eyes. His fingers slip free, and I open my eyes. I'm greeted with the sight of him sliding his soaked fingers into his mouth. He groans as he sucks them clean. Sticking his tongue out, he licks up his hand. With a wink, he says, "Delicious, Chérie ."

"Fucking hell."

Turning to my left, I find Dean staring at us. My cheek burns hot when he continues to stare. His eyes finally meet mine, and he says, "That was hot."

I don't even get a chance to react before Mac is sliding inside me. He moves at an achingly slow pace. "Mac…" I whine.

"A woman like you should be savored like fine wine." He pants as he continues his slow pace.

I pull his face down, so his lips are close to mine as I moan. "I don't want to be savored." Once he's fully seated, I bite his lip hard. He grunts, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. Releasing it with a pop, I say, "I want to be ravished like you're a starving man."

"A starving man, Chérie ?"

My eyes meet his as I smirk. "Like I'm your fucking oasis."

His eyes glitter with amusement as he slowly pulls all the way out. "As you wish," he grunts, then slams back into me.

I scream when his pace becomes brutal, but I fucking love it. "Yes!"

"Putain, Chérie." He groans.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I can feel myself grow warmer with each thrust. "Fuck me like you need me."

He growls and fucks me harder and deeper. "Tu es si belle. Tellement beau. Viens pour moi."

Fuck, he sounds sexy. I have no idea what he's saying, but his accent is thick with each word. He feels me tighten around him and huffs out a chuckle. "Do you love when I speak French, Chérie?"

"Yes," I pant.

He hovers over me, our lips almost touching, as he whispers, "Crie mon nom quand tu viens."

"What does that mean?"

He doesn't answer me, instead he slips a hand between us and demands, "Scream my name when you come." He pinches my clit right as he thrusts deep into me.

I do as told; I scream his name, "Mac!"

"Tellement serré." He grunts, his hips lose rhythm before I feel him come. He presses his forehead against mine as he pants. "Tu es si belle, ma Chérie."

I groan, and I feel myself tighten around him again. He grunts. "You really do love when I speak French," he teases with a chuckle, pulling away to look at me.

Opening my eyes, I find him grinning down at me. "It turns me on more than it should," I admit.

He laughs as he slowly pulls out, flipping over to lie down beside me. "Are you done pouting, Lewi?" Mac asks.

I turn to look where I last saw him and find him wide-eyed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I look down to find his cock standing at full attention and seeping with pre-cum.

I can't help but chuckle as I sit up. "Did you enjoy the show, Dean?"

"I swear to god if you touch my cock right now, I'll come." He warns. I begin crawling my way over to him, and he shakes his head, "Don't touch me! I've embarrassed myself enough tonight."

"Lie down."

He shakes his head. "Liz come on—"

"Lie. Down," I say more forcefully.

He gives in and closes his eyes. I can't wipe the grin from my face as I watch this grumpy hockey player whimper as I crawl closer. I throw my leg over to straddle him but make sure not to touch his cock yet.

"Liz," he pleads.

I smirk as I peer down at him. "Don't worry. You'll be inside me before you come." Positioning myself perfectly, I drop onto his cock. There's no resistance as I take him to the hilt.

His hands slap against my thighs as he yells, "Fuck!" And his fingers dig into my skin as he chants, "Don't move. Don't move. Don't fucking move, Liz!"

I steady myself, my hands on his bare chest. He's sucking in breath after breath like he can't get enough air. "I'm going to have to move soon."

"Ju-just give me another s-second."

I smirk as I lift up a smidge before dropping back down. He slaps my thighs and growls, "Sit fucking still for a second, Liz! Your cunt is wrapped so fucking tight around my cock that I am on the edge of coming right now! So. Do. Not. Fucking. Move!"

"Fine," I huff. I slip a hand between my legs and begin to rub my clit. Using my other hand, I flick at my nipples. I moan as I begin to massage my clit faster and pinch my nipple.

The feeling of him deep inside me as I play with myself is building that warmth back up. I can't stop myself as I wiggle on his cock, trying to help alleviate the ache of needing to come.

He growls as he slaps my thighs, making me cry out. I didn't realized I was so close, but Dean groans under me when my walls clamp down around him. "You better start bouncing," he instructs.

Rising up, I slam back down on him. His grip on my legs tightens and he meets my thrusts as I drop down making him hit deep. He growls. "You better fucking come again, Liz."

I moan as I bounce on his cock. He releases his grip on one of my thighs to slap my hand away from my clit, then pinches the sensitive nub while he slaps my thigh hard. "Drench my fucking cock!"

I scream as I see stars. He slams into me once more before snarling his release. I'm panting as I rest my hands on his chest. His heart beating frantically beneath my palms. His grip on my thighs loosen, and he begins rubbing up and down. "Fucking hell, woman."

"What?" I ask, my brow raised.

He smirks. "I've never come that fucking hard in my life."

I can't help but chuckle as I ask, "So… my pussy is just that good."

He reaches up, cupping the back of my neck to pull me down and press his lips to mine softly before pulling away. "You're just that good."

"Here you two go."

I look over to find Mac holding two washcloths and a towel around his neck. I slowly manage to pull myself off Dean, collapsing beside him. Mac throws one of the wash clothes at Dean before crawling onto the bed next to me.

He goes to wipe me down, but I grab his forearm. "I can do that, Mac."

"I know. But I want to."

"You want to?" I whisper.

He nods. "I want to take care of you, Lizzy."

My eyes burn as I release my grip on his arm. I give him a nod as I close my eyes. This is an intimate thing to do. All of this is intimate. This isn't just a fuck and flee sort of thing.

"Liz? Are you okay?"

I squeeze my eyes tighter. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, Dean."

Mac settles on my other side. "In the history of all women, ‘fine' has never meant ‘fine' when a woman's face looks like yours."

"It's alright. I'm just being stupid."

"C'est n'importe quoi, Chérie . You are not stupid. Tell us what's wrong."

I huff out a breath as I word vomit, "This isn't a fuck and flee for you guys, is it?"

"Fuck and flee?" Dean asks.

Groaning, I open my eyes and find both of them looking at me with concern and confusion. "You know… now that you've finally fucked me, you'll leave."

Mac jerks back as if I slapped him. "Is… is that what you think we would do, Chérie?"

My cheeks heat, and I cover my face. I know they wouldn't do that to me, but it's easy to let my insecurities get the best of me. "No."

My hand is pulled away from my face, and I look up to find Dean's soft brown eyes. His brows are furrowed as he says, "I know I'm not the best with emotions and expressing how I feel. But I would never do that to you, Lizzy."

I turn when I hear Mac whisper, "Chérie." He takes my other hand into his, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. "Je tiens beaucoup à toi."

"What does that mean?" I whisper.

He gives me a wink. "For me to know and you to learn, Chérie."

Closing my eyes, I thump my head against the bed. "Can we cuddle now that I've managed to turn an amazing moment into me unloading my emotional baggage?"

They both chuckle and move in beside me, shuffling closer. Mac grabs a blanket, throwing it over all of us, before lying down.

Mac snuggles close as he whispers, "Dors bien mon amour."

My cheeks heat as I whisper back, "I know what ‘mon amour' means."

He chuckles. "Good."