Page 146 of Pucking Around

“Do you consent?” he mutters, his thumb rimming me, making me squirm.

“Mars—I—”

“Say stop, and it stops,” he says, lifting both hands away. “If you can’t handle me, Rakas—”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I pant. “I just—will it fit?” I know it’s a stupid thing to ask, but it’s the best my dick-drunk brain can manage. I’m legitimately concerned.

He smirks as he stands, reaching for the little bottle of lube. “It will fit.”

I’ve never taken such a big cock in my ass before. Jake has serious girth and length, but it’s like comparing a big, delicious bratwurst with a two-pound salami. No way will this fit. My insides already feel rearranged. But I must be crazy, because apparently, I’m nodding. “Do it,” I murmur. “Mars, take me.”

He works me slow, taking his sweet time to play and stretch me out. It becomes a whole new round of foreplay as he trades off between working his fingers into my ass and strumming my clit with his free hand, dipping his fingers into my cum-filled cunt to own me with both hands.

I’m squirming, desperate to come again by the time he’s notching his fat cock head at my back door, telling me to breathe and relax as he pushes in. I’m slick with lube, but it’s still a tight fit.

“You take me so well,” he murmurs appreciatively. His hands soften on my hips as he works himself in deeper.

“Please,” I whimper. “Go harder, Mars. I need you to go harder.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. Now that he’s in, he means to claim me. He starts moving his hips in earnest, my rounded ass slapping against his thighs as we fuck, his monster cock buried deep in my ass. I’m a moaning mess, loving the feel of my next orgasm building in my core and spreading across my chest, all the way down to my fingertips.

I need more. I need to feel connected to him in all ways. I arch up, changing our angle as my right arm reaches blindly to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to me. Keeping my ass pressed tight against his hips, I arch my back and glance over my shoulder, taking in the features of his rugged face. “Kiss me—Ilmari, please—”

One hand cups my face as the other wraps around me to fondle my breast. Then he’s kissing me, pouring his passion into me with his entire body. We rock together, sharing air, moving as one.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whine against his lips. “Don’t stop, I’m—” My words die as I ride out another orgasm. This one is deep and packed with pulsing waves that have my whole body trembling. I squeeze him with everything I’ve got, desperate for him to come with me again.

In moments he’s groaning, his hips jerking against me, lost in the spasm of his release. “Mä tuun,” he grunts. “Rakas—” I feel it hot and wet in my ass, filling me.

After a moment of suspended euphoria, we fall in slow motion down to the bed. He’s only partially on top of me, but that’s enough to feel his sinking weight. The man is a tree.

“Roll over,” he mutters, lifting off me enough that I can flop like a fish, rolling to my side to face him. Then his left hand is dipping between my legs, his fingers swiping the entrance of my pussy. He raises a pair of glistening fingers to my lips, coated in a mix of our releases. “Taste.”

I suck his fingers into my mouth with a soft sigh, savoring the taste of pure sex on my tongue.

He’s looking at me with such tenderness. I can hardly believe it’s Ilmari Kinnunen naked in my arms. “Now your body knows mine,” he intones. “My cum has claimed all your holes, Rakas. You’re mine.”

I smile up at his beautiful face, feeling so at ease in his arms. So safe and content. For so long I’ve felt like a small boat set adrift on a perilous sea. Ilmari Kinnunen came skating into my life as this closed-off, moody bear of a goalie. I smile, knowing with such clarity how he fits with us. He’s my safe harbor.

Jake is my joy. Caleb is my comfort. Ilmari is my rest. I want them all.Needthem all. Please, god, let him want this too.

“I’m yours,” I echo, my hand brushing down the planes of his chest. “Oon sun.”

He smiles, tucking my hair back behind my ear.

“But I’m Jake’s too,” I say, watching his smile fall. “And I’m Caleb’s. Nothing has changed for me when it comes to them. Ilovethem, Mars. I intend to keep loving them. But my love isn’t finite. There’s room for you in my life, in my heart…if you want to be there.”

He rolls away, one arm still pinned under me, staring up at the ceiling.

I bite my tongue, letting him process his swirling thoughts and emotions.

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” he admits at last. “The idea of them touching you…loving you…I can’t get perspective.” He drags a hand over his face with a groan. “I’ve never done this before, Rakas.”

“None of us have,” I say. “There are no rules, Ilmari. Other than honesty,” I add quickly. “We’re all figuring it out as we go. Jake and Caleb are on their own journey. I’ll support them, come what may. And this doesn’t need to be about competition. You make me happy. Jake and Caleb make me happy too. They make each other happy. Separately. Together. And it’s not just about sex,” I add. “It’s a whole life we share, Mars. We live together.”

“What?” he growls, his head turning to face me. “You live with Compton and Sanford?”

“And Poseidon,” I add. “You can’t forget about the dog.”

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