Page 149 of Pucking Sweet

“But—”

“Get on the fucking bed.”

Lukas gets on the bed, shifting himself under me as Colton holds me up, his cock buried deep in my ass.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Colton says at me, helping me widen my stance so Lukas can slide under me.

We’ve never done anything like this before. It’s thrilling.I’m flying and falling, so desperate for them both. “Take the condom off,” I tell Lukas. “No barrier. I wanna feel you in my pussy, baby—want your cum—please, fill my pussy with cum—”

He takes it off, muttering a curse as I start to sink my weight on top of him. “Let me guide you down,” he says, his fist gripping his dick as he cups me with the other hand, feeling for my entrance. “You tell us if this is too much,” he commands, his eyes locked on me.

I nod, whimpering as I feel his fingers sink into my wet pussy.

“Hurry up,” Colton groans.

“Patience is a fucking virtue,” Lukas replies, his fingers sinking deep. I think he’s scared they’re gonna break me.

“Not right now,” I say on a breath. “Please, baby. I’m ready. Need to feel you both. God, I’m dying for it.”

He kisses my lips as he slips his fingers out of my pussy, replacing them with the tip of his cock. “Slow,” he says. “Nice and slow.”

I sink down on his cock, the pressure of them both filling me enough to have me ready to burst into tears.

“Oh god,” Colton groans. “Fuck—Nov, I feel you.”

Lukas keeps his hands on my hips as I sink him in deeper. “Keep going.”

I settle on his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. Then Colton adjusts, pressing in behind me. “I feel you,” he says again.

“I know,” Lukas replies, eyes closed. “This is a fucking mind trip. This is…”

“Everything,” Colton mutters, kissing my shoulder, his hands cupping my breasts.

The three of us hold each other there in that moment of perfect union. Their cocks are together inside me. They feel each other as much as they feel me. Not for the first time, we feel likeus. The three of us. This is meant to feel just like this. I’m theirs completely. I’m filled and claimed in a way I never dreamed possible.

I can’t hold back the tears. I start to cry as I beg them to move, beg Lukas for his cum. I transcend my body as they make love to me, moving together in a tandem of thrusts that has me coming on a wave of cries. I collapse onto Lukas as he thrusts up into me, finally coming on a groan. I feel him warm and wet between my legs,dripping from me. Colton folds himself over me, pressing in deep as he comes too.

The first time we had sex, Lukas teased that he was going to rewrite my DNA. God help me, he did. This feels like a second transformation, a rewriting of Poppy St. James. Being here with them, the three of us together, I know deep in my soul that nothing will ever be the same…for any of us.

52

Practice ends, and I make my way with the rest of the team into the dressing room. The guys are all feeling rowdy today, laughing and joking. We’re riding a wave of wins, and moods are high. I’m trying to share in their enthusiasm, but instead I’m all in my head. The team may be playing great, but this is shaping up to be one of my worst seasons since my groin pull. Nothing is outright injured, but something definitely feels off.

As a former heart patient, I’m deeply in tune with all my body’s functions—recovery time between shifts, pulse and heart rate, muscle aches and pains. I’m fast, and I’m strong, and I’m making all my passes and taking the hits. My stats would show that I’m still a solid player, worthy of my spot on this team.

But the sensation lingers, growing stronger. I feel out of sync on the ice, like I’m constantly catching up to the action instead of driving it…and I fucking hate this feeling. Is this all just my mental game affecting my physical performance?

Hockey is such a demanding sport. So much pressure, so many games, so much travel. It can grind you down if you let it, body and soul. Not for the first time, I wish I still had my dad. He was someone in my corner who helped me catch my breath. His pep talks helped me align the physical with the mental.

If you can’t accept losing, you can’t win.

You can only control your own performance.

Keep your mind in the game, Colton.

He was always good for a little sports psychology.

It’s easy to focus on hockey when hockey is all you have. But my life is changing. I have more now. Iwantmore. My loyalties feel divided. Do I chase the happiness I feel on the ice, the power, thepurpose? Or do I embrace the happiness I have off it, the love and comfort, the unexpected feeling of family I’ve found?

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