20. Rachel

20

RACHEL

I wasn’t sure what I did to deserve my greatest, most erotic dream coming true, but I wasn’t about to question it now. Not when I was already wet just from the thought of both of these men filling me at the same time.

When Wes stepped up to pull me into a bruising kiss, Sawyer took up a position behind me, those strong, capable, goalkeeper hands bracketing my hips. I leaned back against him while I melted just as bonelessly into Wes’s mouth, wanting nothing more than to be completely controlled by these two men. I knew now that I could trust them entirely, at least with the task of giving my body what it craved.

We ended up on the bed, Sawyer sitting up on his knees behind me, holding me up by my hips as Wes pulled open my robe, revealing my nakedness. He looked at me with a level of disbelief he should have gotten past by now, since he’d seen it all before, but I got the feeling that he’d never get over the wonder of seeing my body open for him. Just like I’d never get over his own gorgeous bare skin, which I was too impatient to wait for now. I helped him shed his shirt, his pants, until the outline of his hardening cock was visible in his dark blue boxer briefs. Of course he’d even be wearing underwear that looked perfect with his eyes.

Wes smiled, disbelieving his own luck. Then he was leaning in to kiss each of my breasts with something like reverence. He didn’t linger, didn’t take my nipples into his mouth the way he had that day in my office, and I would have complained had he not left me wanting him in order to coordinate wordlessly in perfect teammate fashion with Sawyer to get us into the next position.

Sawyer used his impressive strength to lift me as Wes slid down onto his back. I liked where this was going even before I knew exactly what idea they’d dreamed up. Sure enough, the next thing I knew, I was facing Sawyer, perched with my knees on either side of Wes’s head. Sawyer moved back against the pillows on my bed, a lazy sort of lean that made him look all the more delicious as he freed his enormous cock and stroked it a couple of times for good measure.

“Rachel, sweetheart,” Sawyer started, his voice low and gravely with need, “be a good girl and sit on Wes’s face. Let him taste how sweet you are.”

Oh my God. The careful command, the prospect of feeling Sawyer watch as Wes kissed my pussy just as well as he’d kissed my lips, my breasts…it was all unreal. Too good to be true. But somehow it was true, and I wasted no time getting into position. Hesitant as I was to really sit on Wes, the sweet boy next door wasn’t having it. After too long of adjusting, trying to lower myself on Wes with forced gentleness that strained my thighs before I even had a chance to ride either of these men like rodeo horses, a pair of long-fingered hands grabbed my ass with an audible smack. I gasped once, then a second time as Wes impatiently yanked me down onto his open, waiting mouth.

The second his hot tongue found my folds, Wes moaned loud enough that I could hear him despite my own body muffling the sound. I moaned too, locking eyes with Sawyer as I felt the exquisite undulations of the tongue, the lips, the heat that enveloped my most sensitive nerves. Wes ate me like he wanted to savor every last drop, slow and careful and full of passion. And feeling that while I watched Sawyer lazily stroke his cock to full, rock-hard attention…I was the luckiest girl in the world.

“Your cock looks—” a gasp when Wes found my clit and sucked it, almost too much before he let up— “so, so good, Sawyer.” It was a shaky way of asking him if I could taste it, but he grinned like he knew that was my request. Like he wasn’t sure I could handle it.

I definitely couldn’t handle it. Not how I had with Wes, that slimmer length that slid so nicely to the back of my throat. Sawyer would stretch my jaw just like he’d stretched my pussy. But I wanted a chance to suck him regardless.

“Mm, you’re pretty like this,” Sawyer said thoughtfully as he continued to watch the scene before him. His warm eyes slid down my body, bare and flushed with hardened nipples, to see where Wes had his face buried in my wetness, his nose pressing above my clit. Sawyer watched hungrily as I started to rock, sliding my hips forward and back, an involuntary movement in search of even more pleasure. Wes moaned underneath me again, and I felt the sound right in my clit.

“I’d be prettier sucking you,” I panted. Sawyer’s eyes snapped back to my face, noting how my lips were parted, my breath coming in jagged bursts. Was I really so close to coming already? Wes really was amazing with his tongue, kissing my soaked folds like it wasn’t his first time, no ounce of his usual uncertainty in it. He knew how to play my nerves to his advantage— my advantage too, since it felt so fucking good.

“You want to taste me, pretty girl?” Sawyer asked me, and I whimpered when I saw his cock jerk in his grip, eager for the same thing I wanted. Wes was picking up his pace between my legs at the same time. I felt his fervor like a spark, hot and steadily catching my entire body on fire.

Yes , I wanted to sob. I leaned forward a little, reaching for Sawyer and repositioning myself over Wes at the same time. Before I could reach that thick shaft, though, the new angle Wes’s tongue found on my pussy shocked me into the beginnings of an orgasm. I moan-gasped as it began, and Sawyer grinned.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come all over his face, and then you can have my cock every way you like.”

What choice did I have but to obey? My body was a train running off its tracks, rumbling and shaking as Wes licked me through the pleasure, heightening it, dragging it on. I arched and squirmed and shook, every muscle seeming to tense and break apart at once, and I had to grip my own breasts for purchase, pinching my nipples hard to ground myself in the overwhelming ecstasy.

I’d barely come down enough to breathe when two pairs of hands guided me forward so I was on my hands and knees, my face positioned above Sawyer’s thickness. He was glistening at the tip a little, and my lips were so close that I followed my impulse to lean in a little and lick him.

“Go ahead, gorgeous,” Sawyer almost whispered. “You came so nice for us. Take what you want.”

I opened my lips and sloppily kissed his cock without another second’s hesitation. He sighed, his hand finding its way into my hair as he threw his head back and enjoyed.

Just the tip of Sawyer filled my mouth so completely that I moaned around him. It felt so naughty. The fullness was delicious, the taste of him heady and impossible to forget. I almost forgot everything else as I started to suck him a little deeper, unable to stretch my jaw wide enough to get him very far into my mouth, nowhere close to my throat. But then I felt Wes slide two long fingers into my wetness, and awareness snapped back into place between my legs too. He was still positioned underneath me, and he began licking my clit again as his fingers fucked in and out me.

I couldn’t speak, but I wanted to say, Yes, yes, yes, more . Instead, I moaned lustily, sucking Sawyer even harder. Wishing I had room to suck Wes too. It was overwhelmingly good having both of these men inside me at once, and I couldn’t wait until skilled fingers were replaced by a hard cock slamming into my dripping pussy, until I was completely owned by the two of them and could feel them both fill me with their cum. I sucked Sawyer hard, bobbing my head so that the sounds of my mouth grew louder, filling the room just as surely as the sound of Wes eating me out. Sawyer’s grip in my hair became harder, and I heard him breathe “fuck,” which only seemed to spur Wes on further too. He picked up the pace of his finger fucking, hooking them a little inside me to reach my G-spot as his tongue flicked harder at my clit. I felt myself rocking back and forth, giving more access to Wes in one moment and taking Sawyer deeper the next, unable to decide what I wanted more.

That was the beauty of it. I didn’t have to decide. They both wanted to please me just as much as I wanted to pleasure them. And it was the combined eroticism of Wes playing my pussy to perfection and Sawyer’s cock in my mouth that made me come apart a second time.

It was earth-shattering. Releasing Sawyer from my mouth, I cried out in my ecstasy, my body becoming a whole fireworks show as I spasmed through the orgasm. Sawyer stroked my hair back away from my face, and when Wes had finally had his fill of licking me, he pressed a gentle kiss to my lower stomach, right above my pubic bone, and slid out from under me. I let both of them move me like a rag doll until I ended up lying back against the pillows, boneless and still panting.

“Doesn’t she taste perfect?” Sawyer asked his friend as the two of them closed in around me. Sawyer was fully naked, his erection looking painfully hard because he hadn’t come yet when I’d become too overstimulated to continue my blow job. He took up residence on my left side, lying beside me with his cock jutting against my hip. His hand covered my breast and squeezed, hard but not without sweetness.

“I could eat her all day,” Wes confirmed from my right. He’d shed the last of his clothes too, and then there were two amazing, hard cocks touching me, one on either side of my hips, close to where I wanted them but not close enough. Wes slowly rocked against me as he kissed my neck, his hand sliding down my belly to lightly stroke my pubic hair. “You taste even better when you’re coming,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to see you do it again. Feel it.”

“You ready for us to fill you up, sweetheart?” Sawyer purred in my other ear. His hand had found its way to my other breast, now, and he rolled the nipple expertly between his fingers, building my pleasure yet again.

“Yes,” I sighed. I’d never been more ready for anything. “Please, I need you both inside me. At the same time.”

Their groans were the perfect synchronized agreement to this plan. Wes slid his hand over my vulva, cupping it carefully. “I don’t know how it works, Rach, but I want to give you what you want.”

“You want him to fuck your sweet ass while I fill your pussy?” Sawyer asked from my other side, and I realized as I nodded frantically that that was exactly what I wanted. I’d tried anal before with my ex, but he was smaller than both of these men, and at the time, it hadn’t done anything for me. But now, there was nothing hotter than the thought of being filled by both of them at once.

“Fuck, Rach,” Wes gasped against my neck. He craned up to kiss my mouth again, hot and messy and full of need. At the same time, he guided my hips so that I was twisted a little, giving him access to my ass. He ran a finger over my hole and I gasped. Wes licked his lips, staring into my eyes. “You’re so tight. I…I think we’ll need lube.”

Luckily, I had some stowed in my nightstand. At my direction, Sawyer found the tube without fully breaking contact, bending over backwards to pull it out of the drawer. He saw my vibrator in there too—a purple silicone rabbit with tons of settings I’d never even explored. Sawyer let out a low hum, thoughtful. “We’ll have to play with that sometime too,” he mused aloud. “But right now, you just need us.”

It was so true. I’d never needed anything more in my life. Together, both of these men adjusted me on the bed so that I was on my side. I faced Sawyer, and Wes took up position at my back, pulling me into his chest with a long, lean arm around my waist.

Neither of them quite knew how to start, it seemed. So I took the initiative, reaching for Sawyer and pulling him down to lay nose-to-nose with me. I kissed him hard and found his cock with my hand, stroking him from base to tip so slowly as I parted my thighs.

Wes kissed my neck again, even as I stroked my tongue against Sawyer’s, and their warmth surrounded me. The best feeling in the world. That is, it was the best feeling in the world until they both pressed their hips in closer to me at the same time. Sawyer’s cock poked at my belly, and I felt Wes slide himself between my thighs from behind, coating his length in my wetness.

Without either of them needing to say anything, Wes pulled back just in time for Sawyer to put himself at the cleft of my pussy. I felt Sawyer breach my entrance with his tip as I heard Wes open the lube behind my back.

“You two are a good team even off the ice,” I breathed, smiling dazedly. I imagined how good it would be if a certain third player joined in too. Both of my guys laughed, but then Sawyer edged forward, entering my slick channel with his swollen head. I wasn’t laughing anymore.

He was hardly even inside me, only giving me an inch or two of his considerable length, but it already felt incredible. This angle was intimate, and despite the two orgasms I’d already had, my pussy was desperate for more. Cool, slick fingers found their way to my ass, now, and another partial entrance, just the tip, nudged inside. This was just the beginning, and I was already so happy I could cry.

“You ready for all of me, Rachel?” Sawyer asked as he thrust his hips a tiny bit forward, giving me another fraction of the fullness I craved.

“Yes,” I told him. “Yes, please, fill me up. I need every inch of your cock inside me right now. Both of you.”

Wes swore at my back and nipped at my neck with his teeth, a subtle encouragement. This was so fucking hot. It was even hotter when he showed his signature caring side, breathing, “I’m gonna go slow, beautiful. Let Sawyer fill you up first, and we’ll work up to it, alright?”

I nodded, and Sawyer took it as his cue to plunge himself all the way inside.

God, there was nothing like that stretch. Sawyer’s huge hardness pushed me to the edge, made me feel almost like I’d split in half. But it was perfect too, and as he fucked me in slow, undulating motions, he kissed my mouth, my jaw, my forehead. I spread my legs wider for him, for Wes too, as a long finger slid into my ass.

It was easier than I remembered. Wes had slim fingers, sure, but I was also so much more ready for him than I’d ever been in the past, so relaxed after coming twice against his mouth that there was no tension stopping him. He massaged my hole open slowly as Sawyer slid in and out of my pussy, and I gripped each of them with my hands—one in Sawyer’s hair, the other reaching back to find purchase on Wes, his perfect ass. Soon, the teammates again communicated effortlessly, their years of friendship and hockey cooperation coming into play as they decided to slow our rhythm to a stop. Sawyer stayed seated fully inside me, buried to the base, but now Wes was positioning his own cock, cool and slick with another healthy dose of lube, at my ass. He kissed my neck softly as he murmured reassurances, and then, he was working his way inside.

I was so fucking full. Even with just the head of Wes barely spreading my ass, I felt like I was being completely invaded, and I liked the feeling way more than I even though I would. With Sawyer still inside me too, I almost worried I wouldn’t have room for them both. But with several long seconds of trying, two sets of hands caressing every inch of my skin, two mouths telling me I was beautiful and perfect and theirs, Wes finally was able to sink further inside me.

“Fuck, I’m so—it’s so good,” I gasped out, not quite a sob but getting close. “You’re both so deep. I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Wait just a minute, sweetheart,” Sawyer pleaded. “Let us give you more of what you need. Then you can come around both of our cocks, alright?”

I nodded, and finally, Sawyer started up his thrusts once again.

It was too hard, the fit too tight, for Wes to really thrust into me too. Instead, as Sawyer worked his hips against me and I threw my leg over his thigh, Wes contented himself with smaller, quicker grinding. The contrasting rhythms, the two very different men both giving themselves to me fully, was a hypnotic kind of pleasure. Soon, I really was crying, babbling through my pleasure about how they both felt so good, they were both so hot, please, please, more.

They didn’t even have to touch my clit directly. This angle, Sawyer’s depth within me in combination with Wes at my back, was better than a thousand fingers or vibrators paying attention to that one bundle of nerves. Inside me, the tremors were starting, my inner muscles fluttering around the two cocks filling me up. Sawyer growled as he picked up his pace, and the harder thrusts increased the friction for Wes too, until I could tell he was close to coming.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” I gasped out. “Wes. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You too,” Wes panted behind me. “So tight. Perfect.”

“The best feeling in the world,” Sawyer agreed, adjusting his angle slightly so his cock was hitting my G-spot more directly, now. “Come for us, Rachel. Let us feel you fall apart. Let us fill you up.”

I didn’t have to be asked again. The pleasure was too much, these men and their bodies far too good to deny. In seconds, I was moaning aloud, my pussy violently clenching around Sawyer’s shaft as I came hard enough to see stars, my head falling back against Wes’s chest. Wes followed me over the edge first, his hot seed spraying over my ass and then over my lower back as he pulled out of me suddenly, groaning as he did. The sudden emptiness made me gasp as the waves of my orgasm continued to carry me through. Sawyer roared as he found his own release, then, spraying inside me with a force that I could feel, deep and hot and utterly perfect.

We only got a few minutes—or were they hours? Time didn’t exist anymore; I was so utterly satiated and spent. Maybe it was the afterglow of it all, but I felt truly happy for the first time since I’d been home, half convincing myself in my freshly fucked state that maybe I could lay down roots in Mistletoe after all. There was nothing small-town boring about my secret tryst with three sexy hockey stars, and even the idea of knowing something my family didn’t was thrilling just now. Maybe later I’d panic about it, worry that my brother would find out or I’d hurt the guys’ feelings—a prospect I hadn’t considered until now, but one that sounded really, really awful. I was starting to like Wes, Sawyer, and even Roman Jett, not just because of the care they took with my body, but because of who they were as people too.

It had to be the endorphins talking, right?

My brain hadn’t even reentered the building, hadn’t really started overthinking what had just happened and what all of this meant for my job or my relationship with the men I’d once just seen as a trio of annoying jocks, when I heard my phone ring. Remembering, suddenly, that it was a workday, that it was morning when Wes arrived and I had no idea what time it was now, I scrambled out of the bed on shaky baby-giraffe legs.

Michael’s name lit up my phone screen. Damn it. I answered, panic half convincing me he somehow knew what I’d just been doing.

“Hey, bro,” I answered, having to clear my throat to alleviate my hoarseness. I’d blown out my voice with my screams of pleasure, and my throat was still recovering from my attempts to take Sawyer’s cock too. “Um, what’s up?”

“Nothing, really,” Michael said, casualness perfectly at home in his tone as usual. The sounds of his car made themselves apparent in the background. “Just heading into the ice center for a meeting with the PT. Nothing wrong, just want to make sure I’m keeping all my muscles in tip-top shape with the right stretches. When are you heading into the office?”

I glanced down at my phone to see the time before I put it back up to my ear. “Um, soon. Might be a little late this morning. I, uh, overslept.”

“That’s not like you,” Michael pointed out. “You spending all your time having crazy parties without me or something? I feel like I’ve barely seen you in weeks.”

“Sorry,” I said sincerely. “No crazy parties. Just, uh…” I glanced down at the floor, where Wes and Sawyer’s hastily shed clothes had made their way into a pile. “Busy. Work and stuff, you know.”

“You work too much,” my brother told me.

“Yeah, that’s what they tell me.”

“Well, find some time for us to hang out soon, will you? Things are getting crazy with the season, but I miss my twin sis.”

Guilt seized my throat. “Yeah, I miss you too. We’ll hang out soon, alright?”

“Alright. Don’t be too late to work, Rach. I want to keep you around with the team as long as I can!”

“I’ll drive like the wind,” I told him with a soft smile.

“Just don’t hit any more Santas.”

Ironic that he’d bring that up now, when I’d just hit two Santas—in a different way than with my car, of course. It felt way too natural to look over at Sawyer and Wes, the two men in my bed, and share a secret, knowing smile.

“No promises,” I said, and I hung up the phone.