Page 81 of Pucking the Team

I trail my fingertips down Emma’s arms, relishing the way goosebumps rise on her skin. Her breathing quickens as I trace along the scalloped edges of her bra, teasing the swells of her breasts.

“Ryan…” she breathes out shakily. “Please.”

I grin and oblige her, cupping the lush mounds through the delicate lace. Her nipples pebble under my palms as I squeeze gently. Emma arches into my touch with a moan.

“That’s it, baby,” Lukas praises huskily. He tugs his shirt over his head and steps out of his slacks, revealing miles of toned golden skin. His cock juts thick and hard from his boxer briefs. “Let him make you feel good.”

I dip my head and lave my tongue over one taut bud through the lace. Emma trembles and tangles her fingers in my hair, holding me to her chest. I suckle harder, flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue. She whimpers between us, hips writhing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Lukas growls. He reaches around to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away. I switch my attention to her other breast, laving the rosy peak until it glistens. Emma’s head lolls back onto Lukas’s shoulder, lost in sensation.

My hands roam down her ribcage to her hips, hooking into her panties. I drag the scrap of lace down her legs until she can step out of them. Then I’m kneeling at her feet, gazing up the length of her body in wonder, memorizing every curve and dip of her body—the swell of her breasts, the indent of her waist, the flare of her hips.

She is a goddess, and I want to worship at her altar for hours.

Lukas makes an approving noise. “Like what you see, Ryan? Our girl is fucking stunning, isn’t she?” He skims his hands possessively up her sides.

I nod, not trusting my voice. Rising slowly, I trail open-mouthed kisses from her knee up her inner thigh. Emma’s breath hitches as I near the apex of her legs. The scent of her arousal floods my senses, musky and intoxicating. I glance up to meet her heavy-lidded gaze.

“May I taste you, baby?” I rasp.

“God, yes,” Emma breathes out. “I need your mouth on me.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. Parting her thighs, I lean in and run my tongue along her glistening slit, savoring her honeyed essence. Emma shudders and grips my hair tighter.

“Oh fuck, Ryan…” she moans as I circle her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue before suckling gently. I slide two fingers into her, pumping slowly, curling them until I hear her gasp and clench around my digits.

“That’s it, make her come on your tongue,” Lukas urges gruffly behind her, hands kneading her breasts. “I want to feel her fall apart in our arms.”

I double my efforts, licking and stroking Emma faster, spurred on by Lukas.

Emma writhes between us, her moans growing higher and breathier as she rockets towards her peak. I devour her like a starving man, lapping up every drop of her sweetness. Her thighs start to tremble and quake around my head.

“Oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop!” she cries out, grinding against my face.

But before she can come, there’s a sharp, insistent rap on the door to our hotel room.

CHAPTER 36

EMMA

The three of us spring apart like we’re teenagers caught doing something delinquent, not three consenting adults in the privacy of their own hotel room. I shoot Ryan a sheepish look as Lukas lets out a frustrated growl behind me.

I almost moan in agony as Lukas takes his warm hands off my aching breasts. In a few quick strides, he’s crossed out of the hotel bedroom and back into the living area. I can hear him open the door and then the low murmur of voices.

Ryan and I exchange confused looks.

Then Lukas re-enters the bedroom, his face flushed and a naughty look in his eyes. Behind him are Slade and Alex, both dressed in impeccably tailored suits and both sporting a mischievous smirk. They had a media commitment tonight, so I didn’t think we’d be seeing them. It must’ve wrapped early.

Alex looks between Lukas, Ryan, and me. “Guess you started the party without us,” he drawls. His eyes scan around the room, lingering on the bed and its headboard. Then I see him eye the suitcases. “You boys have any toys in there?”

Heat rushes through my body at the promise in Alex’s words, making me clench around nothing. God, the thought of them tying me up, using toys on me, having their wicked ways…I’m practically panting with need.

Lukas grins and moves to his suitcase. He opens it up and pulls out a bundle of red silk ropes and a thick, realistic dildo, almost as big as Ryan. My eyes go wide, and my pussy throbs at the sight. Lukas tosses the items onto the bed with a smug smile.

“Oh, we definitely brought toys,” Lukas says. “Thought you might enjoy being at our mercy tonight, sweetheart. What do you think?”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I…yes. God yes. I want that.”

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