Page 136 of Pucking Sweet

Poppy slips off my lap in her wobbly heels, the fringed beads of her top softly clicking as she walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge. Lukas comes over and places a hand on my shoulder. “You’re sure?”

I nod. “This is what I want.”

“If you’re sure,” he says, giving my shoulder a squeeze. He follows Poppy over to the bed, dropping down to one knee on the carpet in front of her. All her attention is on him as he reaches out and smooths his hands up her calves, brushing his fingers over the thin gold laces of her strappy heels. He leans down, kissing the tops of her knees as he works the laces loose.

I only know the Novy that chugs beers and slams guys into the boards. The Novy who would spit out his own teeth and keep skating to deliver a hard hit. The Novy who jokes and chirps and wears the name “asshole” like a badge of honor.

This Novy is a revelation. He’s gentle with her. Fuck, he’s tender. Loving, even. He doesn’t say anything personal about himself, but if you really look, you can read it all in his body language. Right now, he’s shouting it from head to toe. He’s in love with her. Religiously. Hopelessly.

Join the fucking club.

Poppy reaches out, flipping his hat off his head to the floor. Her fingers sift through his hair as he unwraps the gold laces from her leg, slipping the shoe off and tossing it aside. Taking her leg by the ankle, he holds it up, peppering kisses up her calf to her knee, showering her with affection like only a queen deserves.

Hunger and need coil in my gut. The third beast is jealousy. I let myself sink into that feeling, loving the burning ache thataccompanies it. I’m jealous of Lukas, there’s no denying it. I’m jealous of his easy way with her, how he makes her laugh and distracts her with jokes. I’m jealous of the way she watches him, on and off the ice. She likes to watch him when she knows he can’t see her.

I’ve seen it all. The voyeur. I’ve known almost from the start that my path to her wasn’t clear. I was kidding myself pretending it was. They’d be the last to admit it, but they’ve been circling each other for weeks, always one good argument away from fucking in a hallway. She wants me, but she wants him too.

I have to see it. I have to understand what they have together.

He gets her other shoe off, tossing it aside. Leaning down, she kisses him, unable to wait a second longer for more. God, she’s insatiable. In her business role, she’s always so buttoned up and professional. But that tension and stress have to go somewhere. She has to have a release valve. For me, it’s always been hockey. For Poppy, it’s sex.

But I get the feeling her partners haven’t always been generous. Her need for praise and reassurance is troubling, as if she’s always half-doubting whether I’m enjoying myself. She dances on the edge of subspace with wild abandon. When she’s worshipped, she can get so overwhelmed that she dissociates. She leaves her body and becomes a raw nerve of pleasure, begging and desperate and willing to do anything for release.

I love the sound of her begging, but I want her to know the roles can be reversed too. I want my queen to take her pleasure as much as she wants. I want her to stay present in her body, claim control, and demand her satisfaction. That’s my long game. For now, we’re playing the short game. Our girl wants orgasms, and she’s going to get them.

She breaks her kiss with Lukas, pulling at his shirt. “Take this off,” she pants. “God, I need to touch you. Need to feel your skin.”

I drop my hand to my dick as I watch them undress each other. Eager to join them, I undress down to my boxer briefs, my dick hard and heavy, aching in my lap. I fight a groan as Lukas gets her little beaded top off. From his knees, he’s in the perfect position to lean forward and suck her sweet tit into his mouth.

Tipping her head back, that tumble of blonde hair touches thequilt as she moans out her pleasure. “God, it feels so good,” she whimpers. “Lukas, please. Baby, come on.”

He lets her go, claiming her mouth instead. Then he pulls her up standing. Out of her heels, she barely reaches the middle of his chest. They look beautiful together, strong and confident. They vibrate with passion, like two magnets desperate to connect.

Lukas drops his jeans and boxers to the floor as Poppy shimmies out of her little gold sequined miniskirt. They chase with lips and hands, bared to each other as he pushes her down onto the bed. My dick leaks precum. It drips onto my leg as I watch him hoist her up the bed, making room for himself between her spread thighs.

“Oh my god,” she cries, arms over her head as she arches back, freeing herself from the tangle of her hair.

Lukas is all power, those colorful tattoos swirling up his arms and over his rounded shoulders. He drops his face between her legs and takes his first taste of her cunt. She squeals, her hands dropping down to his head as she spreads wider, relaxing her hips. “Yes—baby, please. Don’t stop.”

I don’t touch myself. Not yet. I just sit in this roiling ache, letting it build in my gut and bloom like a weed up into my chest. I want it to fester. I want it to fucking burn. It will feel all the sweeter when the balm of her touches wash it all away.

“Are you a needy girl?” Lukas teases, giving her cunt a little slap that has her jolting. “Are you a good little whore who likes to get fucked by two men?”

“Yes,” she cries, squirming under his mouth. “Yes—god, I fucking love it. Colton is watching us, and I’m dying. I want you both. Want him watching you fuck me.”

This has me sitting up in the chair, dick twitching.

“He can look, but he can’t touch,” Lukas taunts. “This pussy is all fucking mine.” He licks her again, groaning into her cunt as she writhes. “This body,” he goes on, smoothing his hands up her naked sides. “These perfect fucking tits.” He cups her with both hands, pinching her nipples tight until she moans.

“Imagine if I had another pair of hands to help me fuck you,” he goes on. Shit, this asshole likes to talk. I’m embarrassed to admit howwell it’s working for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard in my life. “Imagine if Cole got off his lazy ass and helped me pleasure this greedy fucking cunt.”

I glare at him. He doesn’t even bother looking over at me, but I can see his smirk from here.

She whines, moving her hips under him as she chases her release. “Lukas, please. Baby, please—”

“God, you’re so wet.” He groans. “Come for me. Gonna make you soak yourself before you get a taste of my dick.Come.” He shoves his fingers up inside her, working her clit with his mouth until she shatters. It starts in her toes. They point as her orgasm shoots up her leg, making it shake. When it hits her center, she detonates, her flat little tummy going taut as she curls forward on a cry.

He teases her through it, not taking his mouth off her clit until she’s weak and trembling and begging him to stop. He crawls over top of her, roughly cupping her face. “You’re mine.Sayit.”

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