Page 30 of The Hat Trick

She sits up, and looks over at me, licking her lips before she reaches over to the nightstand, and takes a condom, rolling it over his length. Then, she straddles him, angling him right where she wants him before sinking down.

They groan together, and I bite back my own. I want to jack myself so bad, the visual in front of me is almost too much, and when she starts bouncing on him, I practically lose it. His hands dig into her hips while she rides him for her own pleasure. She bucks her hips, rubbing herself on him, and I can tell that’s what she likes the best.

Her hands land on his chest while she grinds harder, the slick noises, and their moans are the only sounds filling the whole room, I’m not even sure if I’m still breathing as I watch what’s happening. I can tell when she’s close because she starts moving faster and moaning louder.

“Come on, take your pleasure from him,” I say and that sets her off as she comes with another loud cry.

Dumont can’t take it, and as soon as she starts to go lax, he flips their positions so he’s on top of her and he fucks her hard. I want control over the situation, but I think I lost it a while ago, and I don’t dare to stop it now. Watching her get fucked like that is everything I want. Except I wish it was me.

He comes with a groan, and seals their mouths together in a bruising kiss. I know I should leave. That should be my cue to get out of this room, go back to mine and work my dick until it’s about to fall off, but I don’t. I watch as they both come down, and the kissing becomes less frantic. I watch the connection they have and realize I’m jealous of that too. Yet another reason this won’t work. And with that, I stand up and leave.

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Vince and I break apart at the sound of the door closing. The disappointment hits me instantly because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping Brent would break down and touch me. Every single word he spoke lit a fire in me, and even though it was Vince touching me I felt like Brent’s words were pulling at different strings inside me that led to my explosive orgasms.

“Do you think he’s upset?” I ask Vince softly.

He separates our bodies, and I don’t like the instant loss I feel. I don’t move as he goes into the bathroom, and returns with a towel, just like last time.

“No, I think he’s confused.” He tosses the towel to the side, and pulls me up with him as he settles under the covers.

I settle my body against his while I consider that. To be fair, I’m confused too, but I chose to run with it as opposed to away from it. Purely because I wanted to see what would happen. And all I learned is that I want more. I can’t help but look up at Vince and study his face for a moment.

“And how do you feel?” I ask, watching to see if he’s going to lie.

“I feel great, that was really fucking hot.” He nuzzles his face against my neck, nibbling at the skin there and I laugh as his light stubble tickles me.

“So, you don’t feel weird about it?”

“Not at all,” he places a kiss on my temple before pulling my body impossibly closer. “Do you?”

I shake my head, “Definitely not.”

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Vince leftin the morning with the rest of the team while they fly out to the next stop on their road trip. I stayed another day to spend time with my family, mostly my dad, which was nice. But by the time we all sat around for dinner with my mom and sisters I was counting down the seconds until I could leave.

“So, Chandler, what was the reason for this spontaneous trip?” my mom asks. Her voice is sweet like she actually cares, but the hint of snark makes an appearance.

“It was for a friend’s hockey game.”

“Hockey? Hmm, who’s your friend?”

“Can someone pass the salt?” I evade her question.

“Is it a boyfriend?” one of my sisters, Autumn, asks.

“No,” I say with my mouth full of food. I don’t miss the disapproving look Mom gives me.

“I heard hockey players are missing all their teeth,” my other sister, Abigail, says.

“Not all of them,” I say around the food.

“Chandler don’t talk with your mouth full, please,” my dad says after Mom directs the disapproving look to him.

“I also heard hockey players are bullies,” Autumn sasses.

“Ew, Chandler is dating a toothless bully,” Abigail chimes in with a gagging sound.

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