Page 12 of Puck Like A Girl

“How about her ass?” Fin swings his towel in a circle, preparing it to snap my body, waiting for Royal’s answer.

“Fine, you can snap her in the ass, but not the face, tits, or pussy,” Royal concedes, his eyes continuing to burn into mine.

I’m not sure how many more times I can listen to Royal talking about my body. The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through my pussy. Add his words, and my panties are soaking wet.

“Shit, look at the wet spot spreading across the front of her panties,” Coulter chokes out, sounding more like a man gasping for his last breath than a top-notch athlete.

I fight the urge to cover my lust from them. With all three of their gazes locked on my panties, I take a quick peek to see how soaked they really are. With my pussy lips clinging to the silk fabric for dear life, there’s no way I can pass it off as the moisture from Fin’s towel when it connected with my pussy.

“Holy fuck! Her panties are drenched.” Fin’s eyes snap to mine, and he drops his voice to a seductive whisper. “Do you need me to take care of your aching pussy? My huge cock can make the pain go away. Hell, I bet our three cocks could ease the pain in all of your holes.”

My heart thumps wildly in my chest, and my head begins to nod, silently agreeing with Fin’s offer to ease my throbbing body because all of my holes are aching to be filled by them.

“What the fuck, Fin? She’s our teammate, not one of your puck bunnies you can just fuck and throw away.” Royal’s eyes glaze over in lust, contradicting his words.

Does the thought of them all fucking me at the same time turn him on?

The air crackles with the untamed lust rolling off of the three of them. My body shivers as it tries to absorb every drop of sexual tension filling the locker room. I move my eyes from Royal to Fin, then finally to Coulter, and they all have the same primal look in their eyes, making me want to take off my bra and panties and get on my hands and knees, presenting my backside to them to claim me in the most primitive way.

None of us move for what feels like hours, standing motionless with only the sound of the faint trickle of water escaping the loose shower heads and connecting with the floor tiles. Our labored breathing morphs into one sound, the same speed, the same depth, as if we were truly one person.

It’s almost hypnotic, making me want to give in to the desire thickly coating the air of the locker room when the bang of the locker room door pulls me out of my trance.

“Guys, are you almost done? Coach wants all of us in the film room now.” A voice I don’t recognize yells from the locker room as a mop of messy brown curly hair pops around the corner of the shower wall.

“Get the fuck back, Henderson!” Coulter yells, placing his massive body in front of mine, shielding me from the prying eyes of the guy.

“Tell Coach we’ll be there in ten minutes.” Royal barks the command, the lust in his gaze now shifting to anger.

“O-oh, okay,” Henderson stutters, slamming the door in his haste to leave the locker room and the guys’ anger.

“Let’s get this over with.” Royal positions himself in front of me with Coulter moving to my right side and Fin to my left side.

“Are you ready, Teagan?” Fin gives me an encouraging nod.

“Ready.” I tilt my chin up, standing my ground to accept my earned hazing.

The anticipation causes goosebumps to erupt all over my body. My nipples tighten to an almost unbearable level of awareness, and I hold back a groan.

The stings of the towels instantly hit my body, and true to his word Fin sends smack after smack of the towel to my ass, making my cheeks burn with each hit. My pussy clenches, imagining it’s Fin’s hand and not a towel smacking my ass.

Coulter and Royal refrain from smacking me anywhere but on my arms and legs. Thankfully, they’re putting some force behind each slap of the towel, letting me know they’re taking this hazing seriously and treating me like any other new player on the team.

I try to hold back the moans that are dying to break free from my lips. I’m sure none of the other players, or even Royal, Fin, or Coulter, got aroused when they went through this hazing. My body betrays me again by releasing more moisture into my already-soaked panties.

Just when I think my mouth is going to betray me by moaning with all the bottled-up lust I feel, Royal puts an end to the hazing.

“That’s enough,” he commands.

I inwardly sigh in relief, knowing I survived my lustful thoughts without letting them know how it affected me. Well, everything but my soaked panties, which are now hopelessly ruined.

“We’ll watch the door while you put your clothes back on.” Royal motions for Coulter and Fin to follow him out of the showers.

Knowing I can’t go to the team meeting in drenched panties, I quickly slip them off before sliding my jeans on. I tug on my T-shirt before tucking my wet panties in the front pocket of my jeans.

I glance down at my arms to see small red welts covering them, and I smile, knowing that in a day or two, the redness will be replaced with healing white scars, proving my worth in the eyes of my team captains and earning my badge of honor in the hockey world.

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