Page 39 of Santa's Pucking Hat Trick

“Yes,” I sighed. I’d never been more ready for anything. “Please, I need you both inside me. At the same time.”

Their groans were the perfect synchronized agreement to this plan. Wes slid his hand over my vulva, cupping it carefully. “I don’t know how it works, Rach, but I want to give you what you want.”

“You want him to fuck your sweet ass while I fill your pussy?” Sawyer asked from my other side, and I realized as I nodded frantically that that was exactly what I wanted. I’d tried anal before with my ex, but he was smaller than both of these men, and at the time, it hadn’t done anything for me. But now, there was nothing hotter than the thought of being filled by both of them at once.

“Fuck, Rach,” Wes gasped against my neck. He craned up to kiss my mouth again, hot and messy and full of need. At the same time, he guided my hips so that I was twisted a little, giving him access to my ass. He ran a finger over my hole and I gasped. Wes licked his lips, staring into my eyes. “You’re so tight. I…I think we’ll need lube.”

Luckily, I had some stowed in my nightstand. At my direction, Sawyer found the tube without fully breaking contact, bending over backwards to pull it out of the drawer. He saw my vibrator in there too—a purple silicone rabbit with tons of settings I’d never even explored. Sawyer let out a low hum, thoughtful. “We’ll have to play with that sometime too,” he mused aloud. “But right now, you just need us.”

It was so true. I’d never needed anything more in my life. Together, both of these men adjusted me on the bed so that I was on my side. I faced Sawyer, and Wes took up position at my back, pulling me into his chest with a long, lean arm around my waist.

Neither of them quite knew how to start, it seemed. So I took the initiative, reaching for Sawyer and pulling him down to lay nose-to-nose with me. I kissed him hard and found his cock with my hand, stroking him from base to tip so slowly as I parted my thighs.

Wes kissed my neck again, even as I stroked my tongue against Sawyer’s, and their warmth surrounded me. The best feeling in the world. That is, it was the best feeling in the world until they both pressed their hips in closer to me at the same time. Sawyer’s cock poked at my belly, and I felt Wes slide himself between my thighs from behind, coating his length in my wetness.

Without either of them needing to say anything, Wes pulled back just in time for Sawyer to put himself at the cleft of my pussy. I felt Sawyer breach my entrance with his tip as I heard Wes open the lube behind my back.

“You two are a good team even off the ice,” I breathed, smiling dazedly. I imagined how good it would be if a certain third player joined in too. Both of my guys laughed, but then Sawyer edged forward, entering my slick channel with his swollen head. I wasn’t laughing anymore.

He was hardly even inside me, only giving me an inch or two of his considerable length, but it already felt incredible. This angle was intimate, and despite the two orgasms I’d already had, my pussy was desperate for more. Cool, slick fingers found their way to my ass, now, and another partial entrance, just the tip, nudged inside. This was just the beginning, and I was already so happy I could cry.

“You ready for all of me, Rachel?” Sawyer asked as he thrust his hips a tiny bit forward, giving me another fraction of the fullness I craved.

“Yes,” I told him. “Yes, please, fill me up. I need every inch of your cock inside me right now. Both of you.”

Wes swore at my back and nipped at my neck with his teeth, a subtle encouragement. This was so fucking hot. It was even hotter when he showed his signature caring side, breathing, “I’m gonna go slow, beautiful. Let Sawyer fill you up first, and we’ll work up to it, alright?”

I nodded, and Sawyer took it as his cue to plunge himself all the way inside.

God, there was nothing like that stretch. Sawyer’s huge hardness pushed me to the edge, made me feel almost like I’d split in half. But it was perfect too, and as he fucked me in slow, undulating motions, he kissed my mouth, my jaw, my forehead. I spread my legs wider for him, for Wes too, as a long finger slid into my ass.

It was easier than I remembered. Wes had slim fingers, sure, but I was also so much more ready for him than I’d ever been in the past, so relaxed after coming twice against his mouth thatthere was no tension stopping him. He massaged my hole open slowly as Sawyer slid in and out of my pussy, and I gripped each of them with my hands—one in Sawyer’s hair, the other reaching back to find purchase on Wes, his perfect ass. Soon, the teammates again communicated effortlessly, their years of friendship and hockey cooperation coming into play as they decided to slow our rhythm to a stop. Sawyer stayed seated fully inside me, buried to the base, but now Wes was positioning his own cock, cool and slick with another healthy dose of lube, at my ass. He kissed my neck softly as he murmured reassurances, and then, he was working his way inside.

I was so fuckingfull.Even with just the head of Wes barely spreading my ass, I felt like I was being completely invaded, and I liked the feeling way more than I even though I would. With Sawyer still inside me too, I almost worried I wouldn’t have room for them both. But with several long seconds of trying, two sets of hands caressing every inch of my skin, two mouths telling me I was beautiful and perfect andtheirs,Wes finally was able to sink further inside me.

“Fuck, I’m so—it’s so good,” I gasped out, not quite a sob but getting close. “You’re both so deep. I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Wait just a minute, sweetheart,” Sawyer pleaded. “Let us give you more of what you need. Then you can come around both of our cocks, alright?”

I nodded, and finally, Sawyer started up his thrusts once again.

It was too hard, the fit too tight, for Wes to really thrust into me too. Instead, as Sawyer worked his hips against me and I threw my leg over his thigh, Wes contented himself with smaller, quicker grinding. The contrasting rhythms, the two very different men both giving themselves to me fully, was a hypnotic kind of pleasure. Soon, I really was crying, babbling through mypleasure about how they both felt so good, they were both so hot,please, please, more.

They didn’t even have to touch my clit directly. This angle, Sawyer’s depth within me in combination with Wes at my back, was better than a thousand fingers or vibrators paying attention to that one bundle of nerves. Inside me, the tremors were starting, my inner muscles fluttering around the two cocks filling me up. Sawyer growled as he picked up his pace, and the harder thrusts increased the friction for Wes too, until I could tell he was close to coming.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” I gasped out. “Wes. Fuck, you feelsogood.”

“You too,” Wes panted behind me. “So tight. Perfect.”

“The best feeling in the world,” Sawyer agreed, adjusting his angle slightly so his cock was hitting my G-spot more directly, now. “Come for us, Rachel. Let us feel you fall apart. Let us fill you up.”

I didn’t have to be asked again. The pleasure was too much, these men and their bodies far too good to deny. In seconds, I was moaning aloud, my pussy violently clenching around Sawyer’s shaft as I came hard enough to see stars, my head falling back against Wes’s chest. Wes followed me over the edge first, his hot seed spraying over my ass and then over my lower back as he pulled out of me suddenly, groaning as he did. The sudden emptiness made me gasp as the waves of my orgasm continued to carry me through. Sawyer roared as he found his own release, then, spraying inside me with a force that I could feel, deep and hot and utterly perfect.

We only got a few minutes—or were they hours? Time didn’t exist anymore; I was so utterly satiated and spent. Maybe it was the afterglow of it all, but I felt truly happy for the first time since I’d been home, half convincing myself in my freshly fucked state that maybe I could lay down roots in Mistletoe after all. There was nothing small-town boring about my secret tryst with threesexy hockey stars, and even the idea of knowing something my family didn’t was thrilling just now. Maybe later I’d panic about it, worry that my brother would find out or I’d hurt the guys’ feelings—a prospect I hadn’t considered until now, but one that sounded really, really awful. I was starting to like Wes, Sawyer, and even Roman Jett, not just because of the care they took with my body, but because of who they were as people too.

It had to be the endorphins talking, right?

My brain hadn’t even reentered the building, hadn’t really started overthinking what had just happened and what all of this meant for my job or my relationship with the men I’d once just seen as a trio of annoying jocks, when I heard my phone ring. Remembering, suddenly, that it was a workday, that it was morning when Wes arrived and I had no idea what time it was now, I scrambled out of the bed on shaky baby-giraffe legs.

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