Page 12 of Puck Me All Night Long

"My turn." Caspian frees my legs and spins me around to straddle his hips. "Are you ready for me?" He grips my hips and lifts me into the air as I hover over his hard length, waiting for me to say the word.

"Yes." I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back the needy sounds coming from my throat.

Caspian smiles, keeping me suspended above him, "You're such a horny little thing—you've already had two giant cocks inside you, and you're still begging for more." I nod, and he thrusts me down on his waiting cock, pumping deep inside me, just like Barnett and Holden did only moments ago.

"Show me." His hand connects with my ass, and I jump, not expecting the spank but not hating it either. "Ride me and show Barnett and Holden how much you like to be fucked by all three of us."

"Oh, yes." I moan, bracing myself on his thighs, and bounce on him with everything I have, glancing over my shoulder as Holden and Barnett stare at me hungrily.

Yes, this is exactly what I want—the four of us together like this. This is the last thought I have before I'm coming all over Caspian's cock, and he's erupting inside me.

The sensation of being lifted off him and carried upstairs to a warm bed is either a dream or reality, that and the feeling of a warm clot cleaning me between my legs, which ends up as a reality when I wake up in the middle of the night without the sticky residue of our love making clinging to my body as we go for round number two of many that night.

twelve

Hadley

"There you are. We were starting to get worried about you." Britt greets me with a hug, her numberless Minnesota Norse hockey jersey hanging to her knees over black leggings like the rest of us. "We were about ready to send out a missing persons alert."

Dating three hockey players at the same time has its ups and downs. It's hard to be a supportive girlfriend when you can't wear their individual numbered jersey. That's why Britt had special jerseys made for all of us. Except for Cassi, she wears Teagan's number thirteen jersey to all the games.

"Very funny. You know we've been attending various events all week." I don't add that I've been spending my nights wrapped in Caspian, Holden, and Barnett's arms. Some things a girl has just got to keep to herself.

"Have I missed anything?" I ask, taking a sip of my soft drink.

"You mean other than our weekly Girls' Night?" Cassi accuses. "Heidi's joined the Ladies of the Norse group, but other than that, nothing exciting." She shrugs.

"Heidi, but she's not old enough to drink yet—Holden will flip out," I say.

My relationship with the guys hasn't been all sexual. I've learned a lot about Holden and his younger sister, Heidi. Caspian has even shared stories of his childhood in Norway. The only one who hasn't been very forthcoming about his family is Barnett—well, other than that night in the closet.

That's something else I can never share with these guys—could you imagine how much Cassi and Teagan would tease Barnett, Holden, and Caspian about playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with me in Teagan's basement closet?

"Of course, we know that—we gave her a special wine glass," Cassi smirks over the rim of her coffee cup.

"It's not a wine glass, Cassi. It's a sippy cup." Britt hits Cassi on the shoulder. "You gave that poor girl a sippy cup that reads, I don't give a sip.

"What? She's just a baby—a little big sister teasing is just what she needs."

Cassi's not wrong—Heidi and Holden didn't have the most loving childhood. Being friends with Cassi might be exactly what Heidi needs.

The Norse take the ice for their pregame warm-up stretches, and Britt and I focus our attention on our boyfriends. It's my favorite part of the game—when they stretch out their hips with their hands and knees on the ice, it reminds me of being under them as they pound inside me.

I let out a little moan, but it must have been louder than I thought, "Okay, you two, if you keep moaning like that over watching your boyfriends hump the ice, I'm out of here." Cassi says, and I realize Britt was moaning over her boyfriends, too.

"They're not humping the ice," I say, trying to defend them.

"Right, you two keep telling yourselves that while I call the janitor to wipe up the mess you've made on your seats." Cassi barks in laughter.

Once again, Cassi is not wrong; my panties are soaked just from watching my men stretch. And by the red flush on Britt's face, I'm guessing her panties are ruined, too.

thirteen

Hadley

The last week has gone by in a blur of hockey games and red-carpet events (or purple-carpet event if you count the Prince Memorial tribute concert in Minneapolis we attended), topped off with nights of endless pleasure from my fake boyfriends, who are starting to feel like the real thing.

"Finally, a free night to relax and hang out." Holden leans back onto the couch next to Caspian and Barnett when I notice they're all wearing grey sweatpants with their huge bulges outlined in the crotch.

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