Page 13 of Puck Daddies
“I—”
His kisses trail lower until his mouth hovers between my thighs. One last glance up for permission, and I give it with a nod. That’s all he needs before hooking my leg over his shoulder and devouring me, clit first.
I lose my balance, but Rocco is right there, keeping me on my foot. His dark voice growls, “Let’s see if we can’t make this easier for him, eh?”
“What—”
He lifts me up, and out of instinct, I hook my other leg over Oliver’s shoulder. It’s not needed. Rocco has me securely in his arms, my ass on his hands like a throne, my body spread wide for Oliver.
When he moves side to side, going deeper, I can’t stop the gasp. Or the whine. “Mm, fuck!”
“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Hudson murmurs just before he takes my breath away with another kiss.
I am dizzy on them—all of them. It’s not long before my body throbs in that familiar way. I roll myself toward Oliver’s handsome face, needing more, wanting more.
Wanting.
I shatter on Oliver’s tongue, cry out in Hudson’s mouth, and writhe on Rocco’s hands. It’s too much. It’s perfect.
Hudson helps me move my locked thighs from Oliver’s shoulders, and Rocco sets me to my feet, before Oliver comes in for a kiss of his own, tasting like me. He’s panting, nothing but lust in his warm brown eyes. He presses his forehead to mine as his erection digs against my hip. “I need to be inside you.”
I quickly nod and take his hand, leading him to the bed with the other two following. Oliver lies on the bed face up, looking every bit like the Ken doll I teased him he was when we were teenagers. Except anatomically impressive instead of just a weird bulge.
Never thought I’d see them naked. And each of their bodies is so different. Aqua was right about that. Oliver is the tall, tan, blond pretty boy, muscular and lean. Rocco is huge.Everywhere. He looks like he’s straight out of Italy with those hazel-green eyes, high cheekbones, dark brown hair, and a jawline that could cut glass. And Hudson looks like danger. Black hair buzzed short to match his angular beard. Sizzling blue eyes that promise a memorable time, good or bad is up to you. Muscles on muscles.
Each of them is a craveable variant of masculinity. Each of them is my best friend. I never saw them this way until today.
Is that true, though? Naked on my bed with them, I’m not so sure about that anymore.
Rocco comes in clutch once more, lifting me astride Oliver’s ready lap. He rumbles in my ear, “Take him first. He’ll get you warmed up for us.”
Oliver looses a laugh. “I tasted how ready I got her, and I know for a fact—” When my pussy kisses the top of his cock, he lets out a hiss of pleasure as his eyes roll back. “Fuuuck.”
“Condoms anyone?” Hudson blurts.
But I shake my head. “I tested free since my last. You guys?”
“I’m good,” Oliver says.
“Same here.” Rocco strokes down my back.
Hudson hesitates. “You sure, Meg? Birth control?—”
“I’m on the shot.”
He breathes at ease. “Understood.”
I roll myself forward and slide back, too wet to take my time with this. Oliver stretches me open, making me shudder onto him until I have every inch inside of me. It takes a minute to adjust to his length, but when I do, there’s hands all over my body. Mouths too, on my nipples, my neck. The pleasure overwhelms until I can’t breathe anymore.
I surrender to it and explode.
When I come back to my body, I’m on my back, Rocco at my right, Hudson on my left, Oliver chugging water like his life depends on it. Hudson kisses over my heart. “Welcome back, pet. I need to see that again.”
“What?”
“How you are when you come. The way you lose yourself to it. I want to make you fall apart and put you back together again.”
I slowly nod, still foggy.
