Page 24 of Pucking Amazing

Glancing up at the rearview mirror, I confirm that Tyler’s car is gone. I’m parked on a side street behind the bar, dark and residential. There’s no one else around and all the buildings in the immediate vicinity are dark.

Perfect.

I’m not comfortable touching myself at home, not with Selena’s room a thin wall away. I know just how thin, thanks to several late-night sleepovers she’s had lately with Tinder guys.

What am I thinking?

I really shouldn’t indulge these fantasies, not when I’m parked on a public street, where someone could see.

But the ache between my legs is insistent, demanding attention, and I know I won’t find satisfaction at home. I glance around my dark surroundings, a dizzying sense of danger and excitement coursing through me.

Biting my lip, I slip a hand between my thighs, brushing over the damp lace of my panties. I stifle a gasp as my fingers find my sensitive clit.

Closing my eyes again, I lose myself in the delicious daydream of Tyler and DJ.

Tyler’s deep, rumbling groans vibrating against my throat as he suckles my pulse point. DJ’s wicked tongue flicking over my nipples before drawing one into his hot mouth.

Both of them whispering dirty promises of all the filthy things they want to do to me.

I rub desperate circles over my clit, hips rocking against my hand, chasing release.

In my mind, it’s their fingers stroking me, Tyler’s blunt and thick, DJ’s long and clever, taking turns plunging into my wet heat. Their hard cocks prodding against my thighs, aching to be buried inside me... each wanting to claim me as their own.

I imagine them fighting over who is allowed to take me first, taking turns pushing inside of me, pounding me.

My breath catches in my throat as the fantasy spirals, my mind spinning with the vivid images of their bodies intertwined with mine, all three of us pushed against each other in a hot tangle of limbs.

I bite down on my lower lip, stifling the moans that threaten to escape. Sensation builds and crests. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, leaving me trembling and breathless in the aftermath.

Clarity seeps back in as my body quiets. Shame wars with satisfaction.

What the hell am I doing, getting myself off in public to completely inappropriate fantasies, like some sex-crazed degenerate?

But even as I straighten my clothes with shaky hands, I can’t deny how right it felt to surrender to those sinful fantasies, if only for a stolen moment. With a sigh, I turn the key in the ignition.

Time to head home, where a cold shower should set me right.

Hopefully I’ll be able to meet Tyler and DJ’s eyes at work tomorrow…

I step into the apartment, hoping against hope that Selena is already asleep so I can avoid rehashing every detail of my date. But as luck would have it, there she is on the couch with Emma, munching popcorn and sipping white wine like the night is still young.

“Well look what the cat dragged in!” Selena calls out with a grin. “How was your hot date, sis? We want all the juicy details!”

I groan, kicking off my boots. “Can’t a girl get some rest around here? I’m beat.”

But they’re having none of it. Emma pats the cushion between them. “Oh no you don’t! Park that booty and spill, girl. How was Tyler? What was he like off the rink?”

With a sigh, I flop down on the couch and snag a handful of popcorn. The buttery scent makes my stomach rumble. “It was...nice,” I say carefully. “He took me to that bar that all the guys like, Finnegan’s.”

“And?” Selena probes, eyes gleaming. “Did you two hit it off? Any sparks flying?”

I shrug, trying to play it cool even as memories of Tyler’s strong hands and smoldering eyes flash through my mind, making my cheeks heat.

“I mean, the conversation flowed well. He’s easy to talk to. But it’s too soon to tell if there’s anything...more there yet.” I shake my head in frustration. “There shouldn’t be anything anyway—even if he isn’t technically one of my three patients, he’s still, you know, a client of sorts.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Emma says knowingly. “You just keep playing coy then. But I think you’d be crazy not to go for it, that man is fine!”

“Enough about my love life,” I say, eager to change the subject before they weasel anything else out of me. “What’s new with you, Em? How are things with your boys?”

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