Page 74 of Puck Daddies
I write all of it down. The list looks like a manual, and that helps me breathe. “Okay. We’re a four-cornered partnership with a plan.” I look up. “Any objections?”
Hudson shakes his head. “No objections.”
Rocco smiles. “None.”
Oliver squeezes my knee under the table. “Adopted.”
The room shifts. Saying the thing took weight off my chest and put heat under my skin. From the looks on their faces, I’m not the only one. Hudson notices first and grins. “Kitchen’s a bad place for this next part. My room?”
“The next part?” I smirk. “What makes you think there’s a next part?”
But we all know it. Those bedroom eyes, the way Rocco’s whole energy darkens when sex is on his mind. Even sunshiney Oliver can’t keep eyes face placid. And Hudson’s smirk is downright dirty.
My body answers before my mouth does. I blow out the candle and carry the pot of tea to the sink on reflex. Then I stop and leave it. Tonight is not about tidy.
Hudson scoops me up from behind, and I laugh until his lips are on me as he carries me to his room. Rocco and Oliver follow. Inside, the lamp is on low. Hudson bounces me onto his bed, and the three of them work together to remove my clothes. All I have to do is lie there.
As soon as I’m nude, Hudson kisses me like I’m the only thing in the world. His mouth is warm, and his stubble burns my lips. Rocco comes behind me, rolls me onto my side, and kisses the back of my neck while his hands slide up my arm. Oliver joins us with his hand on my hip, grounding me. I sink into all of it.
Hands over my ribs and waist, patient at first because they know I like to take my time. “More.” I tell them. “Don’t go slow. Not tonight.”
The pace shifts. Hudson’s mouth goes to my throat, and he breathes there until my knees feel loose. Then, his teeth clamp as his hand slides between my thighs.
Oliver kisses my mouth again and again, small and careful, a question each time that I answer by opening. Rocco’s hands are slow and sure, and he lets out a quiet hum in my ear as he finds the paths that make me shiver.
I have no idea when they stripped too.
Hudson kisses down my chest, asking with his mouth and his hands where to stop and where to press. He wedges between my thighs, face-first, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, lights burst behind my eyelids.
Oliver lies next to me and keeps my face in his hands while he kisses me slow enough that I don’t spin. “Tell us what you want, baby.”
Even with Hudson’s mouth on me there, I manage to speak. “Make me forget.”
“Done,” Hudson says between licks. Then he goes for it even harder, and my eyes roll back. I can’t hold on to his hair like Oliver’s—it’s too short. I dig my nails into his scalp instead, aiming him where I want him and riding his face. It’s all I can do not to clamp my legs over his shoulders too.
But then Oliver is in my face, straddling my chest to feed me his pretty cock. I nod when I see it and swallow him down, earning a pleased tight hiss from him as he begins to fuck my face.
Rocco’s hand finds the line of my waist and holds me while Hudson settles between my legs. He knows my tells now—the way my hips twitch, the way my breath changes, the sounds I make when he’s right there, just right there.
They hold me down, just like they always have. The weight of them isn’t smothering. It makes me feel safe and wanted and hot and a little trapped, but in that good way.
My breath catches and then releases. The world narrows to the sounds they make and the way my body says yes again and again.
Just as Oliver’s cock throbs against my lips, he pulls out. He kisses me first. “Not yet, baby.”
Rocco kisses my shoulder and keeps me steady as Hudson pounds into me. Oliver kisses my mouth and strokes my hair off my face so he can see me. We move together for a long time,the four of us making small adjustments without words. When Oliver needs his mouth on my throat, I tilt for him. When Rocco needs to feel my hand, he takes it and laces our fingers and squeezes. When I tighten around Hudson, he bucks back.
Together. All of us together.
The heat builds inside of me, and just as I think I might burst, Rocco’s big hand flattens over my mouth. I panic for just a flash, but it dies when I see the love in his eyes. “Hold the breath. You’re close, amor. This will make it better.”
I trust him completely. Even if it’s scary.
And then, I feel it. That buildup crests, swells, and crests again. No more thoughts. The edges go black. And then, chaos inside.
I don’t remember screaming, but I hear myself do it. Rocco kisses me, Hudson slams himself inside of me, and Oliver pins my hands over my head, while they wreck me completely. Pleasure rides me, every cell, every vein, every nerve.
I am nothing but my orgasm, a firestorm within until the world goes quiet.
