Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

EDEN

For the first time since we met, I woke up with a hot hockey player on either side of me. Neither of them hurried to get dressed and leave the night before. Neither had bolted for the door the moment they came.

Instead, Mitch fucked me with his mouth, while Jagger fucked him from behind, then we all fell asleep. I woke up feeling sore, but rested. Relaxed in a way I’d never felt before.

Mitch snored softly, but Jagger was already awake. He watched me with those dark eyes, like a cat might watch a bird.

I rolled over to face him. "Morning."

He grunted in response. "Hey." He turned his face and yawned into the pillow, before stretching, his muscles rippling.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Like a rock." He yawned again, this time covering his mouth with his fist. He glanced at his watch.

For a moment I expected him to jump up and make a dash for the door. Instead, he nestled down deeper into the blankets and made no move to leave.

"I should probably have a shower," I said. I didn't have to open my shop for another couple of hours, but at some point I'd need to get up and head out. So would they; they had a game tonight. I didn't want to get them in trouble with Kage. Well, not professionally.

"We should get going," Jagger said reluctantly. "After I wash your back."

"That's going to lead to more than washing my back," I said with a sleepy smile.

"Yep." He pushed the covers off himself and grabbed my wrists to pull me over to the edge of the bed. Once there, he lowered his shoulder and scooped me up to drape me over, so my head was dangling over his back.

I let out a squeal of surprise, which woke Mitch.

"Now there's a view to wake up to," he said. From where he lay, he would have seen my ass and legs and not much more.

"You're welcome," Jagger deadpanned. He carried me into the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom and turned the water on in the shower. He didn't lower me down inside until the spray was nice and warm.

"You're a gentleman after all," I teased.

"Bullshit," he said lightly. His expression completely mild, he gripped my shoulders and moved me out from under the water so he could step under it himself.

"Hey!" I protested. I shoved my shoulder into his bicep to push him out of the way. I was too small to move him, but he pretended to stagger out from under the water.

He shook his head, sending droplets of water flying.

" Now you won't share?" he asked.

"No one asked me how I felt about sharing," I said. Eyes on his, I started to wash my hair, standing firmly in the centre of the water.

"If you're going to be a brat, I'm going to have to punish you," he said.

"Are you threatening her with a good time?" Mitch stepped into the shower with us, his cock already half erect.

"No, I'm stating a fact," Jagger said over his shoulder. He stepped around behind me, blocking off the water for a moment before he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could rinse off the shampoo.

"Is this punishment?" I asked.

"It will be if you don't keep your mouth shut," Jagger growled. "You'll get shampoo in there."

He had a point. I closed my mouth and eyes and let him work his hands through my hair. At the same time, Mitch started to wash the front of my body with body wash.

I cracked open half an eye, smiled at him, then curled my hand around his cock.

"If this is punishment, it needs to happen more often." Mitch thrust himself into my hand, his wet length sliding in and out of my fingers.

"This is just the start," Jagger said. He finished rinsing my hair and placed one hand on my shoulder. The other tangled in my hair, he pushed me to my knees in front of him. Holding me firmly, he guided my mouth onto his cock.

I parted my lips, letting him slide inside, all the way to the back of my throat. He stopped there, still for a few moments before sliding all the way back out and all the way back in.

"Fucking your mouth is one of my favourite hobbies." He thrust a few more times before sliding out of me and turning my face to Mitch's cock. "Watching him fuck your mouth is another one of them."

My head bobbed as I vigorously sucked. I ran a hand up Mitch's thigh, between his legs and over his balls. I did the same with my other hand on Jagger's balls.

Jagger groaned and moved me back to his cock. "Take me in deeper."

I opened my mouth as wide as it could possibly go, taking in as much of him as I could. With every stroke, he tapped the back of my throat. I gagged, but went on sucking and licking.

"Just like that," he said breathlessly.

I knew from the way he sounded and moved that he was on the verge of coming. Right before he did, he moved me back to Mitch's cock.

"I like it when you're generous," Mitch told him.

"I'm always generous," Jagger growled. "Especially when it comes to Eden. She deserves to have her mouth, pussy and ass shared with all of us and all of our cocks. She likes it when we use all of her holes, don't you, Eden?"

I glanced up at him and let my eyes smile, while I went on working Mitch as hard as I could. At the same time, I didn't lessen the pressure on Jagger's balls. If he wanted me to stop, he'd say so.

"Of course she does." Mitch moved his hips back and forth, thrusting between my lips as though he was in no hurry at all. As if he could have done it all day. He probably could. Neither of them were prone to rushing, not usually. Only when we hadn't seen each other for a few days.

"That's why she has three holes." Mitch smiled. "All the better to take three cocks at a time, and one in her hand."

"That's why you have two," Jagger told him. "I want to see you with Kage when all three of us are together. I'll fuck your ass and he can fuck your mouth."

Mitch groaned and leaned over to kiss Jagger on the mouth. "I want that too," he said against the other centre's lips.

I moved my hand from Mitch's balls, down between my legs. Picturing all three of them together made me need to touch myself. Where would Brock factor into this? Maybe he and I would be to the side of them, him buried deep in my pussy while the three guys fucked each other.

His hand gripping my head tightly, Jagger pulled me back onto his own cock right before he came, squirting warm cum into my mouth.

"Don't swallow yet." He moved me back to Mitch's cock, guiding me back onto him, and moving me while Mitch thrust. "Come inside her mouth."

Mitch let out a series of ragged gasps before he too came, adding his cum to the mouthful I was already holding.

I pulled my lips off him and breathed through my nose, forcing myself not to swallow. I swished their combined cum around in my mouth as I rose to my feet with Mitch's help. I pressed my mouth to his, and pushed the cum between his lips.

It was his turn to swish the mouthful appreciatively. He nodded his approval before kissing Jagger and letting the cum dribble into his mouth.

Jagger grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine, passing the mouthful back to me. "Now you can swallow."

While he held me, I locked eyes on him and swallowed every delicious drop.

"Mitch, get on your knees and make her come," he ordered.

"Yes, Coach," Mitch said smartly. He knelt down in front of me and parted my legs, before diving in with his mouth and tongue.

Jagger held me firmly in place, one hand hooked under my knee to keep my legs apart for Mitch.

Mitch pressed a couple of fingers into me and hooked them around to stroke my G spot while his tongue worked my clit.

"You're enjoying that, aren't you?" Jagger asked.

"Very much," I whispered.

"Louder," he said. "We want Brock to hear."

"Very much," I said, loud enough for the sound to pass through the walls.

"What are you going to do for us?" Jagger asked.

"I'm going to come," I said. "I'm going to come for you, Mitch and Brock." Brock's name came out as a moan.

"Yes, you are," Jagger said. "Nice and loud. Tell Opal Springs just how much of a slut you are for us."

I groaned, letting him support most of my weight, while I put everything into grinding against Mitch's mouth, all of my concentration going into doing what he told me to do.

When I came, it was hard, deep and loud. My scream of pleasure echoed through the bathroom, competing with the rush of blood through my ears and pleasure through my entire body. I came so fucking hard I could have literally shattered into a million pieces without knowing it, before coming back together.

When I finally came back down from my high, I was boneless. If it wasn't for Jagger holding me up, I would have flopped down to the tiles and disappeared down the drain in a puddle. He held me until I was able to hold myself.

"That's how you do it," he told me. "It's time to get out of here. Let's get dry."

I let him help me out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I could definitely get used to this.