Page 15 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

"Alright, mock game. Second line, your team two. Grab the jerseys." Caleb shouts.

The players groan and start shuffling off the ice, sweat dripping from their brows. I head toward the bench to grab my clipboard when something catches my eye near the boards—a scrap of fabric in the penalty box, white with strawberries.

Frowning, I stride over and bend down to pick it up, the material soft between my fingers, and this can't be what I fucking think it is.

As I hold the fabric in my hand, I can't help but feel a rush of desire tingling through me, a sudden surge of desire coursing through me. It can't be true, I tell myself, trying to push away the images of Josie’s flush cheeks and pink lips as she whimpered and rocked her pretty little pussy on my fingers. But the scent of vanilla hovers in the air and I know for a fact it is Josie's panties from that night. They must have fallen out of my jacket pocket when I gave it to her to wear.

My breath gets caught in my throat because this only makes me think about how Josie hasn't answered my calls in days and I have been giving all my attention to Abby to get rid of any misconceptions she may have about who Abby is. I was planning on cornering her tomorrow and forcing her to forgive me on my tongue, but this small taste of her has to do for now.

With trembling fingers, I bring the fabric to my face, inhaling deeply as I imagine her skin against mine. Fuck, the way her soft breast fit so perfectly in my hand. The way she throws her head back right before she comes. How sweet her pussy tastes. I groan silently to myself,fuck— what is this girl doing to me?

The sound of the guys hitting the ice again causes my back to straighten. I look out over my shoulder, and nod towardsCaleb who is looking at me with a puzzled look. I bet if he was any closer to seeing what I am doing, he would never let me live it down. I signal over my shoulder that I am going to take a bathroom break as I stuff the panties into my pocket, and walk towards my office. The sound of his whistle follows me down the tunnel to the locker rooms, and all I keep doing is rubbing the panties between my fingers.

I pace towards my office, my cock stiffening in my pants, pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I groan silently, my breath hitching as the image of emerald eyes locking onto mine, pleading for more flash across my mind.

I push open the door to my office, closing it quietly behind me. The room is dimly lit, the only sound is the rhythmic ticking of the old clock on the wall. I lean back against the door, my chest heaving as I slide the panties out of my pocket and take one last deep breath, savoring the scent of Josie,fuck. At this point, she is like a drug to me.

I close the blinds to the office, turn around against the door so I hold myself up with my forearm. I unbutton my jeans and slide them down enough to let my cock spring free, precum already beading at the tip. My thumb runs across the bead and I already know that I am going to punish Josie for making me want her this bad all the fucking time.

I fist her panties and wrap them around my cock, imagining Josie's delicate fingers gripping me, her nails grazing my skin as she strokes me slowly. The little moans she would make. How she would probably be a dirty little princess and lick her lips at the cum sliding down her fingers.

I groan, the idea of making her lick me like a popsicle, and daring her not to miss a single drop. “Fuck, Josie,” I murmur, my voice rough and low.

My thumb swipes across the head of my cock, smearing the precum down my length. I pump my fist, the friction makes my balls tighten and the thought of Josie’s full, pouty lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, makes my hips buck involuntarily.

The pressure builds, and I can hear Josie’s soft moans, feel her warm breath against my skin as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

“God, yes,” I grunt, my grip tightening on my cock. “Suck me, baby. Take it all.”

My pace quickens and I can already tell Josie would want to touch herself, shifting her thighs from side to side as she takes me so deep she couldn't breathe. Her emerald eyes would lock on mine, filled with desire, heat, and fucking submission. "Fucking naughty girl." I groan.

My thumb circles the head of my cock, spreading the precum around evenly. I can feel the tension building in my groin, the pressure mounting until I think I might explode. I picture Josie’s tight, wet pussy, glistening with moisture, waiting for me to plunge inside.

"Oh shit," I growl as my release spills over Josie's panties. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, and I lay my head against the door, Josie’s cum-filled panties in my hand, and my breathing so shakily it sounds like I just ran a fucking marathon. I slide my cock back into my jeans and turn to lean my back against the door.

The fucked-up part in all of this? Now all I want is more. Not just the idea of her. Not the fantasy I’ve built in my head. I needher. Now. Squirming beneath me, moaning my name, and looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters. I need her in a way that feels like a goddamnsickness.

I run my hand over my face, trying to get a grip, but my body isn’t listening. My cock is still hard, twitching against the zipper of my jeans like it has a mind of its own.

I grab the panties and stuff them into the back of my desk drawer, slamming it shut as if that could somehow block out the thoughts racing through my head.

No more waiting. No more second-guessing. I’m done pretending I can keep this shit under control. Done allowing her to think she has a choice not to choose me.

I shoot Caleb a quick text:"Finish practice. I’m out."

He’ll give me hell for bailing, but I couldn’t give less of a damn right now. The only thing on my mind is finding Josie—my little ice princess—and making her melt until she’s nothing but soft, needy gasps and broken whimpers, begging me to take her apart.

I grab my jacket off the bench and head for the exit, my boots echoing off the arena floor as I stalk through the hallways with a singular focus. There’s no hesitation in my step. No plan, no caution—just need. I’ll find her.

And when I do?

She won’t stand a fucking chance.

CHAPTER 7

JOSIE

He was talking to another girl. Got a call from his girlfriend or fuck buddy right after making me squirt all over his hand against the wall of his rink. I want to cry, but I am too angry , and I want to get this anger out, but it runs so hot I feel like I am going to freaking explode.

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