Page 172 of Pucking Around

“Come here.” I take her by the shoulders and walk her backwards until she’s bumping into the stack of old nets. “Turn around,” I growl. “Hands on the crossbar.”

She turns, bending herself over the top of the crossbar as I tug her pants further down, smoothing my rough hands over the round curves of her ass. She hums her need, pressing against me.

Desperate for that moment of connection, I free my rock-hard cock. Palming it roughly, I step in closer to her. “Spread wider, baby girl,” I pant, bending my knees to get at the right angle. I love taking her from behind. I get deeper and she feels tighter. We work as a team to get into position, my cock right there at her entrance, pressing in.

“Yes,” she hisses, her face falling forward onto her elbows as I slam all the way in.

We both groan, our bodies humming with that first feeling of connection. I pant, holding her hips as I work myself in and out, her wetness coating my hard shaft. “Baby, you feel so good,” I mutter, rocking into her. “I love you so much. Need you so bad. I want everyone to know.”

“Jake—” Her words are cut short as a noise behind us has us both gasping.

The door to the storage room squeaks opens to reveal Mars standing there in his pre-game warmup clothes. Rachel’s discarded box of medical supplies is balanced in his hand. She gasps, her whole body going tense against me. I’m still buried to the hilt inside her pussy while I’ve got her pressed up against a stack of goalie nets.

Oh shit…

The door clicks shut behind Mars and then he’s moving, his heated gaze locked on us. He drops the box to the floor, uncaring as the pieces rattle away.

“Not the face,” I grunt, unsure of what will happen next.

But then he’s stepping right past me to her, cupping her face as he bends down to kiss her senseless. I stand there, watching as she pours her heat into him. He’s fierce, gripping her hair and jerking her head back. She moans against his mouth, arching up against the crossbar as she slams her hips against me, working her pussy over my hard shaft.

Oh fuck, she wants me to keep going.

I missed out on the shower threesome, which earned Cay salty eggs and burned bacon the next morning. Since then I’ve seen Mars kissing Rachel and there was a playful moment on the couch where we passed her around for a hot and heavy make out session, but we were all too tired to do more.

He hasn’t shared her with me yet. Not like this. Not a full-on double team. Testing his limits, I slam into her, and she moans, her pussy clenching me tighter. “Good girl,” I groan. “You take me so fucking well.”

He tenses, a low growl in his throat. Hey, if he’s gonna learn to share with me, he better get use to an audio track, because I’m a talker.

She breaks her kiss with Mars, and he straightens himself upright, his gaze dark as he watches me fuck her against the net. She arches into me, loving every second.

I smooth my hand up her back under her polo shirt. “You love to be watched. Don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she hums, her pussy squeezing me tighter.

“Such a good fucking girl. This pussy is heaven. So tight and warm. Isn’t it, Mars?” I add, glancing over at him. I know how badly she wants this, and I want to make it happen for her. She wants the four of us to be together. “I think our girl might need more,” I say. “She loves to be filled.”

I pound her with each statement, and I know she’s close. He better fucking decide what he’s doing. “You just wanna watch this time, big guy? Wanna watch me show you how to use these nets?”

With a growl, he fists her hair, tipping her face back to look at him. “You want more, Rakas?”

“Yes. Please, Mars. Oh god,please—”

I slow my pace as he steps in, pulling her off the top of the crossbar. We have to shuffle and then he’s dropping his shorts just enough to release the beast. I groan, loving this angle as I watch my girl take him in her mouth. Mars holds her by the shoulders, rocking against her. I work my hips too, matching his pace until we’re owning her from both ends.

I never thought I’d want to share my girl with another man, but there’s something about seeing her like this that just does it for me. Rachel is a moaning mess, sucking and gagging on his huge dick as she takes me so well, her warm pussy squeezing me, bringing me right to that edge.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I groan. My hips jerk once, twice, and then I’m filling her as she squeezes me so tight, chasing her own orgasm.

Mars follows us, his hips stilling as he unleashes. I watch as she chokes and gags, swallowing him down. After a moment, he releases her, and she gasps for breath. One of her shaky hands goes up to clutch the crossbar.

I slip out of her, leaving my hands on her hips to steady her. I work quickly to right myself then her, slipping her pants up over her bare ass with my mess between her legs. Mars does the same. At least if someone comes in, they won’t see us all mid-fuck. But Rachel is still folded over the net, delirious as she gathers her senses.

Now that the heat of release is burned out of me, a cooler head is prevailing. Fuck, this was reckless. Anyone could have come in. Someonedidcome in. We’re just lucky it was Mars. It could have been Avery. That asshole would have gone stomping around the whole arena ratting us out.

Mars leans over her, whispering something I can’t hear as he brushes her hair back from her face. She nods and he kisses her brow. Then he steps away. “You played well tonight,” he says at me, dropping to one knee to gather the medical supplies. He hands the box out towards me.

“Thanks,” I say, still feeling breathless as I take the box.

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