Page 139 of Pucking Sweet

“Oh my god,” she cries, her pussy squeezing me tight.

“You want that?” I tease, biting her breast. “You want us to fill both your tight holes?”

“I’m gonna come,” she cries. “Lukas—”

“Take his cum,” Colton growls. Reaching a hand down between us, he works her clit as I pound into her tight cunt. His fingers set her off and she bursts in a flurry of weak cries and trembling limbs, clinging to me, trying to pull me in deeper.

Groaning with exhausted relief, I release inside her. I shut my eyes tight, my body folding over hers as I hold her to me, letting myself savor this moment of coming inside a woman for the first time.Thiswoman. My Poppy.

I don’t even realize that I’m saying her name, chanting it into her hair. I don’t want to crush her, so I pull out, dropping down to the bed on her other side. The three of us lie there, naked and panting. After a moment, Poppy starts to giggle.

“What?” I say, brushing my hand down her arm.

When a laugh leads to a snort, she covers her mouth, the sound shaking her shoulders.

Cole pushes up on his elbow, staring down at her intensely. “What is it?”

She just shakes her head, those pretty eyes wide. Slowly, she lowers her hands. “I mean, are y’all freaking kidding me? Is this what I’ve been missing all these years?”

Colton’s brown furrows. “What?”

“Before us, she hadn’t had sex in, like, three years,” I explain.

“No,” she cries. Slipping down between us, she all but stumbles off the bed. We both sit up, watching as she keeps laughing, her shoulders shaking. Her blonde hair is a beautiful mess, trailing down her shoulders.

“Poppy, you gotta fill us in, babe,” I say. “Laughing after sex is kind of a major turnoff. You’re gonna give Cole a complex thinking he didsomething wrong.”

She turns around, smiling from ear to ear. She stands there without a scrap of clothing on. God, she looks beautiful. She’s glowing, like someone lit a candle under her skin. “You don’t get it,” she says. “I’ve never felt so wanted before, so…alive.” Dropping her hands to her side, she rolls her shoulders back, resolve shining on her face. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had.” She points between us, still smiling. “You two gave me the best sex I haveeverhad.”

Warmth blooms in my chest at her praise.

She hurries forward, crawling back onto the bed. With one hand on me and one on Cole, she leans in, giving us each a quick kiss. “I don’t work tomorrow. Come over to my place? I’ll make us dinner, and we’ll do this again.”

47

It’s official, I’m an addict. It’s been a week, and I simply cannot get enough of these men. If I’m not busy working, baking, or running (or dodging calls from my mother), they’re inside me. Sunday night was a marathon of sex unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. They took turns fucking me in every room of my apartment, every surface. I didn’t know it was even possible to orgasm that many times.

Then they were gone for two days for an away game. When they came back, I was ravenous. They barely got in the door before I had their clothes off. After that round of sex, we made a pact that our hookups would only happen in the privacy of my home. We all have important jobs to do, professional reputations to protect.

Okay, maybe it’s happened a few times at work too.

Addict, remember?

Two days ago, Lukas pulled me into that little mop closet where we argued and fingered me against the door until I came. Twice. Yesterday, I was daydreaming about the naughty things Colton whispers in my ear when he appeared in my doorway as if summoned. We fucked on my desk, knocking my phone to the floor with a loud clatter. It’s fine. Not like it works anyway.

Now I’m standing in line at the coffee cart, waiting to get my caffeine fix for the day, and I can feel their eyes on me. I hear them too. They’re chatting, but it’s a ruse. I know they’re only here to watch me.

I don’t turn around. Not yet. That would ruin the game. Oh god, I can feel them undressing me with their eyes. Colton’s heavy gaze feels like a weighted rope, an anchor sinking deep. Lukas’s attention sizzles over my skin, lighting a fire in my belly. How am I supposed to do this? How do I function as a professional person with themlooking at me? God help me, how do I stop wanting them every minute of the day?

I bite my lip, fighting the urge to squirm. We need a room.Now. Just make it any room with a door and a lock. I’ll be able to breathe again if I can just have a taste.

Next to me, Claribel raises a dark brow. “Boss? You okay?”

“What? Oh—yeah, I’m fine. Fit as a fiddle.”

She eyes me suspiciously. “What the heck are you thinking about right now?”

Three-way sex.

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