Page 4 of Puck Me

It’s a lot to ask, but Harlow’s worth it. I would rather share her than never be with her at all. And that’s more than enough to make me keep my hands to myself while I’m away. I’m not trying to ruin a good thing for the sake of getting my dick wet with some random stranger.

“So long as you’re not tempted,” I counter. “No screwing around.”

“I know the rules.” That’s all he’ll say, but then it’s all he needs to say. We all understand each other.

Though there’s something else. Something I wouldn’t dare say out loud. Hell, it’s something I can hardly admit to myself.

I don’t want anybody else. I only want her, because I’m pretty sure I’m falling for her. Hard.

It might be the worst idea ever, but there’s no helping it. I’m not even sure I want to.

3

RYDER

The energy in the master bedroom is almost electric as the three of us wait for Harlow to join us. One last night, and then who knows the next time we’ll all be together.

I’m not exactly good in situations like this. Wondering, not knowing for sure what’s going to happen. How long it’s going to take before the guys return. I guess it has to do with the uncertainty I faced throughout my childhood — ironically, I could work it out with the team therapist, but that would mean confessing to Harlow that I’m a little antsy. I’ll be vulnerable in front of her, but that’s a little too much to ask.

I hate not being able to predict what’s going to happen. I hate that there’s a question mark hanging in the air even now, while we wait, none of us looking at each other. Without Harlow in the room to draw our attention, there’s nowhere to look but at the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even. The room is big enough that we have space to pace around a little, impatient. She already lit a bunch of candles, and there’s a definite romantic sort of glow, but without her, it’s sort of awkward.

Luckily, she doesn’t keep us waiting for long. All three of us go still the second the door opens. In the light from the hallway, she might as well be an angel, wrapped in a white satin robe with her blonde waves framing her shoulders.

She takes my breath away. That’s the only way to describe the effect she has on me the moment I set eyes on her. It’s like a weakness that comes over me all at once. I’m frozen to the spot and at the same time, fighting to keep from going to her, wrapping her in my arms, and claiming her all for myself.

Without saying a word, she steps into the room, her bare feet silent against the wood planks. As she moves, she slowly tugs the belt holding her robe closed, so by the time she reaches the king size bed it hangs open to reveal glimpses of bare skin. She’s naked.

The robe falls from her shoulders, and I’m not the only one ogling her, drinking in the sight of every curve, admiring the way the candlelight plays off her full ass and hips, the way her tits sway gently as she climbs onto the bed and faces us on her knees. We move slowly, inching toward her, and I’m not the only one who’s already sporting a raging hard-on. She has us all under her spell.

“This is our last night together for a while,” she explains in a throaty murmur. “I didn’t want to waste any time.”

Neither do I. Especially since I have to go without touching, tasting, feeling for an unknown amount of time. At least those two get to go to Seattle and play for the Orcas. At least they have something to show for it. Sure, I’ll have her to myself, but I already know the struggle of fighting my need for her. It’s not exactly fun, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

She holds out her arms, beckoning silently, and I slide out of my shorts before being the first to climb onto the bed with her. I can’t help it — my arms slide around her body and I pull her close, groaning when my swollen head brushes her flat stomach before I sink my hands into her hair and draw her in for a deep kiss. I need to have something to remember, don’t I? Her helpless moans once I’ve plunged my tongue deep into her mouth are a good start.

“Don’t be greedy.” As usual, Soren has a hint of laughter in his voice as he takes Harlow’s jaw in his hands and turns her head to the side so he can be the one tasting her full lips, while I caress her supple ass. The hunger she stirs to life without trying is endless, bottomless. I could spend the next year of my life doing nothing but this and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Ash takes his place behind her and it’s a little awkward, having to move my hands so I’m not touching him instead of her. For one wild moment, I see myself throwing them out of the room and locking the door, forcing them to listen, while I take her mercilessly. Loud, rough, so hard she’d scream my name while they would pound on the door. It’s a nice little fantasy.

But she would never go for that, which is all that stops me. Instead, I dip my hand between her thighs and stroke her bald lips, already slick with her hot juices. Her head falls back against Ash’s shoulder, her tongue still tangled with Soren’s. I lower my head to take one of her pretty, pink nipples in my mouth.

“Just like that…” she moans. I’m greedy for the sound of her pleasure and the satisfaction of knowing I’m the one giving it to her. That greed drives me to slide two fingers inside her slick, tight tunnel and pump them slowly while thumbing her clit.

Ash and Soren take turns kissing her, while the other laps at her throat and they both stroke every bare patch of skin they can find. Though it’s my hair her hands run through, it’s me she’s moaning for the loudest. I am the one massaging her G-spot and stroking her pink nub, working her body, claiming her first orgasm tonight. I don’t even care that my dick is aching, already dripping precum by the time she begins tightening around my digits. “Yes, Harlow. Come for me, baby.”

Suddenly she does, arching her back and going rigid for a heartbeat before shuddering. Her juices coat my knuckles by the time she’s finished with my fingers still inside her, moving slowly, almost lazily to draw out her pleasure.

Once it’s over she goes limp and sags against Ash, who gets out of the way so she can lie back. Her eyes open in time to watch me lick her nectar from my hand. The sight makes her gasp softly, but she smiles. She likes it.

How did I ever find this perfect woman? I’m starting to think I don’t deserve her. None of us do.

Ash parts her legs, burying his head between them and licking up what’s left of what I drew from her. She reaches out blindly and takes hold of Soren’s dick, stroking it as she moans for Ash. For a minute or two, it’s enough just to watch, stroking myself to the sight of her being pleasured. When Soren drives himself into her mouth, she takes him almost greedily. Even if it’s not me working her body, seeing her lost in pleasure is the next best thing. And she is lost, writhing and moaning, grinding against Ash’s face.

Soren groans, disappointed, when she releases him with a popping sound and looks around. “Ryder,” she whispers, reaching for me with the hand whose nails were raking over Ash’s back seconds ago. Nothing can stop me from obeying her command, and soon she’s stroking me while sucking Soren like her life depends on it.

Her timing couldn’t be better, since she takes me into her mouth only seconds before her hips lift and her lusty moans rise in pitch, turning to something closer to desperate squeals.

Instead of letting her up for air, I take the back of her head in my hand and hold her in place, pumping my hips, fucking her face while she builds into another orgasm. The vibrations from her throat run through me – it’s a delicious thrill, but I have to fight it off. Not yet. I can’t come yet. There’s so much more to do to her tonight.

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