Page 45 of The Trophy

“Bella,” Luca’s warm, deep voice is tortured, his cock so deep in my throat that my eyes tear up. “This is the time to stop if you don’t want me to shoot my load in your mouth.”

I make a displeased noise, grabbing his hips to keep him from moving away from me.

“Well fuck,” Blaze chuckles, the tips of his fingers massaging my scalp in a way that causes the ache between my legs to become almost painful. “It looks like our pretty girl wants to taste you after all.”

Blaze isn’t controlling my movements, his hands are just keeping my hair away from my face and caressing my head and the sides of my face.

I confirm his words by sucking a little harder, massaging the underside of Luca’s shaft as I come up for air.

“Lake,” Luca moans as his shaft becomes impossibly hard.

I keep my eyes fixed onto his, loving the sound of my name on his lips.

The first spurt of his salty, warm release touches my tongue, spurring me on to keep licking and sucking.

It’s a heady feeling to know that I made him lose control and I swallow every drop he gives me.

Luca withdraws slowly, offering me his hand to help me back onto my feet. “That felt so fucking good, bella. I love your mouth.”

My heart flutters at the L-word spilling from his mouth. Granted, he said he loves my mouth, he didn’t say he loves me but I see it in his eyes that he’s starting to care just as much as I am.

This might not be love yet, but every kiss, every caress, every increment of time spent together is taking us to that final destination.

The way Luca kisses me, exploring my mouth thoroughly is erotic, intimate and a little taboo as he’s no doubt tasting himself on my tongue.

My body is alive with need, I’m so wet that I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

A couple of weeks ago I would have been embarrassed, but now I know how much Blaze and Luca like it when I’m wet for them.

I’m not the only one who’s excited though, as Blaze’s soft lips kiss a path down the back of my neck, I can feel his steely hard-on pressed against my ass.

“Do you want to come, pretty girl?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I pant, breaking the kiss with Luca.

Something passes between the guys, their gazes meeting over my head. “How fast do you want to come?” Luca asks.

“Please,” I beg. “I really need you guys.”

I don’t even have time to think how my ex would have reacted to such a request; things were cold and distant with Jon when it came to our physical relationship.

Luca scoops me up into his strong arms, carrying me to the king sized bed in his room as if I weighed nothing.

“What do you say, Blaze,” Luca asks, placing me on the expensive dark blue comforter. “Do you want to show our girl that we can work together off the ice too?”

“I’m game,” Blaze smiles, throwing one of his knee-weakening winks in my direction. “However, I think Lakyn is way overdressed for the occasion. Wanna help me get her out of this sexy little black dress? I’ve been wanting to take it off of her since I walked out of the locker room.”

I need to remember to thank Bay for letting me borrow this dress. I’ve seen the Chanel label, even though she tried to hide it earlier; she knows I’m always worried about ruining one of her designer items that probably costs more than my rent.

But right now the way the soft fabric swishes, tickling my heated skin when Blaze moves my skirt up my thighs makes it worth the risk of spilling something on it.

Luca’s fingers trace the sweetheart neckline with a featherlight touch that makes me arch my back in the hopes of feeling that touch over my tits, down my stomach and where I need it most.

“Ah ecco (ah, that’s it),” he chuckles, finding the zipper in the back. “I was starting to worry that we’d have to rip this dress off of you, bella.”

“Fuck,” Blaze murmurs when the dress slides off my body, ending on the wooden floor of Luca’s bedroom. “Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you don’t wear a bra?”

“She has the most perfect tits,” Luca agrees.

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