Page 7 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

Just as I’m floating down from my high, the cock in my mouth swells and pulses, shooting a load of release down my throat faster than I can swallow. It spills out and drips down my chin and neck.

Colt pulls back, and before I can fully catch my breath, Major shifts over my body, giving me his full weight. Mercy, he’s huge and rock-hard. His mouth claims mine as his hands dig through my hair. His hips are punishing as he continues thrusting, hitting my clit with his pelvis on every stab of his hips, and making my pleasure circle like a vulture, waiting to attack when I least expect it.

My legs get pushed up my sides by the other two men, and somehow, Major slides deeper, fucks harder, and my body detonates. The orgasm painful in its intensity. It’s with half an ear that I hear him bellow out his release, and I feel him shooting inside my body. A moment of panic flashes before remembering I’m on the pill, and we had wellness checks before coming. It’s part of the rules.

He barely lifts off my body before the last man, the one whose name I don’t know, takes his place. Major’s seed making his drive inside me easier. I hiss with pain as he begins assaulting my pussy with an enthusiasm that matches the words he’s been saying to me all along.

This night has been more than I ever could have imagined, and now that we’re nearly finished—surely, it’s been hours since we started—I find myself sad because I’ve somehow become invested in these men.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whisper against his lips, breathing in every one of his ragged exhales.

“Never, darlin’. I’m addicted to this virgin pussy. You should see all the innocent blood on Major’s cock. It’s a sight to behold.” I want to scream with need at his filthy mouth.

My body is exhausted, my mind in need of rest, and as this man continues his beautiful assault on my body, I know I’m not ready to give them up yet.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby, your pussy is milking me so damn good. You’re taking me so well. Squeeze that pussy harder. Pull the seed out of me. Every. Fuckin’. Drop.” He explodes in the next second, and I follow him into the abyss before my body decides it’s had enough, and I pass out just as I feel him withdrawing from my body and Colt taking his place.

THREE

Diesel

Hitting the ice, it never matters how hot NOLA is, the chill from the empty arena always cools me down. Our girl was still out cold when we were forced to leave her this morning. Despite taking her two or three more times overnight, much more willing than the first time, she refused to remove the blindfold or give us her name. Fuck, I don’t even think she knows mine. I shared Colton and Major’s with her because I needed her to humanize us.

Exiting that room was the hardest thing we’ve ever done. That pussy of hers, her willing mouth, and her sweet-as-sin body all have me hooked like an addict. I want more—which is why I left our numbers in her bag. I’m hoping like hell she’ll call or text. Anything. Even if it’s only to get pissed about the fact that I stole her birth control and every pair of panties I found in her bag.

Skating through the practice with ease and muscle memory, I allow my mind to sink back into last night with her and the way her body contorted with pleasure. How even when we were hurting her, she would beg for more. She enjoyed the pinch of pain with every gasp of pleasure, and I can’t wait to do it again.

Growing up, life wasn’t always easy for me or my little brother, Finn. With a single mother working two jobs to make sure we were taken care of, I’d barely made it to the NHL before life caught up to her and cancer took a shot at her body. It was caught early on, and if not for my signing bonus with the Black Bears, I don’t think she’d have survived. She fought me every step of the way about paying for her treatments, but there was no way I wasn’t giving that woman every dime I made in order to ensure she was taken care of and beat the disease battling to steal her away from us.

Treatment worked, and in six months, she was cancer-free. It was worth every penny because now she lives a carefree life, traveling, joining book clubs, cruising, and doing everything she didn’t think she’d be able to while we were growing up.

I’malsofree to do and get all the things I want. Which right now begins and ends with a certain swarthy brunette whose moans are so addicting I still hear them ring through my head. The coach’s whistle blows just as I finish a small area drill.

Major skates over to me as we wait on the centers to wind down, a knowing look on his face. “Can’t get her out of your head, either?” No doubt I’m not the only one thinking about her.

“Nope. I didn’t want to leave her this morning, either. I want that fucking woman tied to us,” I express with a vehemence I know he feels as well.

“She’ll be ours,” Colt adds, coming up from behind us, out of breath and a massive grin on his face. “I know it, you guys know it, and I’m almost certain she knows it, too. Plus, you stole her birth control. It’s distinctly possible that missing it could lead to pregnancy; then she’ll be forced to find us.”

“How the hell did you know that?” I didn’t take those damn pills until after they’d walked out of the room.

“Dude, I know you. As soon as you noticed them, I saw your wheels turning, and I figured she was about to lose them.” Colt’s grin is so boyish, you’d never know he was choking her with his dick last night.

“I left our numbers, too,” I finally confess.

Major shakes his head as he’s called back over by his coach, but the smirk on his lips and the possessive look in his eyes tell me all I need to know. He’s glad I’m taking control on this one. If there is one thing about Major Reeves, it’s that he doesn’t trust emotion. Not with the way he grew up and how easily women have burned him in the past.

“He’s going to open up with her,” Colt shares with me.

“I fucking hope so because if he doesn’t, we won’t have a chance in hell of keeping her.” We all have to be all-in, or a relationship like what we want will never stand a chance.

The rest of practice passes by much the same. The team is ready for our game against New York tonight, and all I want is to hear from that sweet kitten of ours so I can make sure she has tickets and is wearing one of our numbers until we can get one made with each of our names and numbers for her.

Christ, what I wouldn’t give to have her name right now. I could search her up, find out what her social media is like. See her likes and dislikes. Find out who her family is and where she’s from. I need so damn much more from her, and leaving it up to chance that she might call or text one of us is killing me inside.

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Colton

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