Page 186 of Pucking Around

I glance up at Ilmari. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

“Tell us what?” says Jake, his gaze darting between us.

“Mars has basically no refractory period,” I reply.

“He—what?” Jake cries.

“Of course,” Caleb mutters shaking his head.

Jake is less diplomatic. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mars? You’ve got the height and the looksandthe accent…andyou can fuck all night long?”

“Yes,” Mars replies, wholly nonchalant.

“Fuck, I even bragged to you about the night of six times,” Jake cries. “You didn’t say anything!”

“Are we really going to complain about this?” I say quickly. “Caleb asked when he’s ready and he’s ready now.”

“It’s just not fucking fair,” Jake mutters.

“You do just fine, angel,” I tease.

“Right, here’s what’s gonna happen,” says Caleb, up on his knees as he gestures between us. “Mars is gonna lie down. Hurricane, you’ll ride him. I’ll take your ass while Jake takes mine. Agreed?”

I glance quickly from Caleb to Jake and watch as Jake’s expression changes from one of confusion to interest to excitement.

“That is the kinkiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he says with a grin. “Mars,pleasesay you’re in. I’m gonna die if you don’t. We gotta try it.”

Mars glances between them. “I’m fucking Rachel, yes? No one is fucking me?”

Caleb laughs again as Jake says, “I mean, we could probably put some peanut butter on your toes and get Poseidon in here if you’re feeling like you need it to get a little freaky—”

“No,” Mars growls as Caleb and I laugh.

“Well then get ready,” Jake orders.

I crawl to my knees, folding myself against Caleb. My hands loop around his neck as I kiss him, peppering along his jaw to reach his ear. “You’re good?” I murmur. When he nods, I drop my face to his chest, breathing him in.

“Come here, Rakas,” Ilmari calls.

I glance over my shoulder to see him reclined against the headboard, fisting his hard cock.

“Better you than me,” Caleb teases, giving my ass a swat.

I hiss, turning in his arms as I crawl over to Ilmari. He scoots down the bed, reaching for me with both hands. He grips me by the hips, helping me swing up onto his lap. His big cock is nestled in front of me. I reach down with a free hand, stroking him from root to tip. Seeing him on his back for me, I feel like a queen.

He makes me feel like one. He looks at me like I hung the moon and all the stars, both hands sliding up from my hips to palm my breasts. Taking a breath, I arch up on my knees, slipping his cock between my thighs to notch him at my entrance. I hold there, teasing his tip. The feeling of waiting stretches between us as we both know the sensation that will jolt us to our cores.

“Do it,” he growls. “Sit down, Rakas.”

I shudder, my breath shaky as I sink down on his length, his thick girth filling me so tight. I’ll never get tired of this feeling. Each time is a little claiming. I’m claiming him and he’s claiming me. He’s mine and I’m his. This is where we fit, where we find our home. We both exhale together as I start to move my hips, working him inside me. His hands drop to my hips, his body relaxed as he watches me move on top of him, my breasts swaying.

“Oot kaunis, Rakas,” he murmurs, lifting a hand to trace a finger down my chest tattoo.

I lean over him, my palms flat against his chest as I ride him. “What does that mean?”

“You’re beautiful,” he replies, his right hand shifting its hold of my hip until he’s strumming my clit with his thumb.

I moan, biting my bottom lip as my back arches, loving the feel of having him so hard inside me.

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