Page 166 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

“Ready?” Carter asks me.

I nod.

He starts off slow. Every inch rattles me with pleasure, and he seems to sink deeper with each thrust. His hips finally slap my ass, my whole body jerking forward.

Oliver slides. He seems to have enough movement to thrust his hips, too, and I gasp.

“Oh, fuck,” Carter groans. “He can’t say it, so I will.”

“Did you feel it, too?” Penn asks him.

“Yep.” He leans over my shoulder. “Do it again, Ruiz.”

If looks could kill?—

He does it again.

My eyes roll back. I lose track of who’s doing what, but the next thing I know, there are fingers on my clit and another tugging at my nipple through my sports bra, then slipping under it to get contact with my bare skin.

“Stay with us.”

I sink down on Oliver. Dig my nails into his chest. The flutter is back—a good one this time that builds between my legs. The sensation of both of them, plus Carter’s wandering hands, is overwhelming.

My body can’t figure out what to focus on, so I end up watching Oliver.

His hazel eyes are so dark green, his pupils dilated. I reach for him. My fingers trail across the bands of the gag. He lifts his head a little, and I undo the buckle.

He turns his head and spits it out.

“Kiss me,” he whispers. “Please.”

I do. Hard. He strains against the binds, his muscles tensing under me. Our lips slide, parting and opening. I catch his lower lip between my teeth and bite.

He groans.

“This is fucking hot,” Penn comments. “Hurry up, C.”

Carter hurries. I taste blood on my tongue and release Oliver’s lip. Carter’s fingers force an orgasm from my body. I cry out at the sharp burst of pleasure. I clench around them and bow forward, burying my face in his chest.

Carter lets out a groan and stills suddenly. Oliver jacks his hips up again, and Carter hisses. After a long moment, he pulls out.

“Come here, princess.” Penn’s voice is dark.

I rise. Oliver’s cock slides out of me, and I slip away from him. His eyes track me, although he doesn’t protest. He’s still hard, impressively so. The veins along his shaft stand out, the head a dark red.

But I move toward Penn anyway. He grabs me and flips me onto the mattress under him, sliding into me with ease. He kisses me softly, completely at odds with how hard he drives into me.

I wind my arms around his neck, keeping him pressed against my chest.

He drags his lips across my jaw.

“Not gonna last long,” he says in my ear.

I wind my legs around him and pretend not to be broken. Pretend I didn’t go radio silent for a week. Pretend I don’t have a serious problem. Pretend, pretend, pretend.

He, too, spills inside me. I close my eyes as he kisses my neck, sucking and biting at a spot that’s sure to be visible.

It doesn’t matter.