Page 74 of In Too Deep

“I love you,” he whispers, just for me.

“I love you,” I parrot, pecking him with a quick kiss before moving away.

I shift back toward Tori’s and Spencer’s faces, stroking my pre-cum down my length. They both turn their heads as I rise. Using one of the beams above us for balance, I look down to watch Tori take my cock in her hand, bringing the tip to her mouth to suck. My eyes flutter closed as I fall into the sensations, jolting slightly as a second tongue, a much broader one, licks wide stripes around my aching knot, a calloused hand coming up to play with my heavy balls.

“Deep breath, princess,” Oli instructs, though his voice sounds like it’s coming from the other end of a wrapping paper tube.

Tori’s mouth pops off my tip as she complies, letting out a string of whispered cuss words, but I don’t get any relief. Not when a second hand tilts my cock down, and a different mouth wraps around me. I tremble as I try to hold still, not wanting to make Spencer choke when he’s knot-deep in our omega, but fuck, does it take all my concentration. He pulls back and guides me to Tori’s mouth, stroking the parts of me she can’t take down her throat.

“Look at you, princess. Taking all your alphas in all your pretty fucking holes. Fuck, that’s right, squeeze my cock when I fuck your ass. You are so fucking perfect,” Oli babbles, and I’m not sure if he’s fully aware of the absolute filth coming out of his mouth.

“Not gonna last. She’s so fucking tight,” Spencer gasps, panting like he’s just finished a brutal bag skate.

Tori moans around me, and the vibration goes directly to the base of spine, where I can feel my own orgasm building. I open my eyes and direct my gaze downward, gathering Tori’s hair in my hand to pull her off my cock and see my face. Spencer takes over without hesitation, wires crossing in my brain as he works his tongue along the underside.

“Whose cock is going to fill your cunt with alpha cum?” I ask, words half garbled with a growl.

Tori looks at me, confused, but then Spencer releases my cock. Using one hand, he turns her chin to kiss her hard.

“Your alpha’s cock is going to breed our omega’s pussy,” Spencer snarls with an intensity I don’t know if I’ve seen before.

“And your alpha is going to pump your ass full of cum, and give our omega his thick knot,” Oli adds, his voice just as ragged.

Tori looks close to tears again as she locks eyes with me, and I flash her a warm smile.

“And your alpha is going to fill your throat with so much cum, you’ll be dripping from all your holes.”

Tori moans as Oli shifts, half leaning over her as he snakes his arm between Tori and Spencer. I can tell when he finds her clit by the way Tori’s eyes roll back into her skull, her mouth falling open wide enough for me to shove my cock deep down her throat. She doesn’t fight it, pleasure relaxing her so thoroughly that I can push my length down her throat until my knot is brushing her lips with each brutal thrust.

Oli is the first to shatter, setting off a chain reaction of orgasms. He’s swearing in a garbled mix of French and English as he pushes his knot beyond the muscles of her rear entrance, his body shuddering with each pulse of his climax. Spencer falls next, his hips pushing so far off the mattress that Tori and Oli nearly lose their balance. Spencer doesn’t use words, but lets out an almost primal snarl, his hands clinging to Tori’s back as he fills her. Tori’s scream of bliss as she finally comes goes right to my balls, and before I even try to stop it, I’m coming, too. Load after load of hot cum shoots down her throat, stars bursting behind my eyelids as it just keeps going. And Tori, like the goddess she is, doesn’t spill a drop, and even has enough strength to suck the tip to make sure she got everything.

The room smells like sugar and pine trees and citrus and sex as we struggle to catch our breaths. I close my eyes, and in the haze, a moment of clarity hits me.

If it ever came down to choosing between this—the people I love and trust implicitly and want to spend the rest of my life with—and playing hockey, there isn’t a cell in my body that would protest hanging up my skates.

I never thought I’dgrow tired of playing at our home arena, but after nine straight home games, I’m just about at my limit. Thankfully, we’ve only got three more and then we’re on a four-game road trip. The only positive that’s come out of being at home for this long has been the time I’ve been able to spend with Tori. It’s mostly been at her place, because the arena has been busier than a pissed-off wasp nest, and it’s been impossible to find privacy at the St. Charles house with all the parades. And as Tori established in our talk about limits, exhibitionism is not one of her kinks.

So it’s after another long day of practices and meetings that I find myself making the drive to my apartment alone, everyone else busy with other things. Tori’s deep in the final stages of prep for the Krewe of Olympus ball that’s going down in a few days, and the boys need to rest, especially Oliver. He would never admit it, but he’s lost some of his conditioning during hisrecovery, and playing in real games is taking more out of him than it used to.

A ping on my sedan’s dash makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts as I see the incoming message from Tori, and one sent to me rather than the group chat. Pressing a button on my steering wheel, the automated voice reads the message as I navigate through traffic, and I use text-to-speech to reply.

Tori

By a stroke of luck, I don’t have to work as late as I thought.

That’s great! You should try to get a normal night’s sleep for once.

I was actually hoping to spend the night with you.

I groan, shoulders slumping. I’m three turns away from home, and normally I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment before turning around and speeding toward her house. But the city is already shutting down roads for the parades tonight, and getting back across the river is going to be a giant pain in the ass. I’m weighing my options when her next message comes through.

Tori

I’m downtown and it’s going to be a while before the bridge clears enough for me to get home, though.

What were you doing downtown?

Finalizing the menu and seating chart with the venue.

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