Page 176 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter
Saturday morning, I wake up to Penn and Carter in my room. I hadn’t heard either come in, which should be alarming. But I just inch closer to Carter, burying my face in his chest. Penn is on the foot of the bed, curled up more like a cat than boy.
“Couldn’t decide?” I ask when Carter’s fingers slide into my hair.
He laughs. It rumbles his chest, vibrating into my face. I like that I can feel his laugh as well as hear it.
“It was Penn’s turn,” he admits. “But I just wanted to wake up with you when we don’t have anywhere to be.”
“You do have somewhere to be.” Penn uncurls and stretches. He crawls up over me, ignoring Carter entirely and dropping his weight onto me. He buries his face in my neck. “Mmm, you smell good. He’s got a bus to catch, princess. But I’ll be here until our game tonight.”
“I have a presentation to finish at the library,” I mumble.
Plus another mission: tracking down Dylan and Brandon and actually shoving my apology down both of their throats. The volleyball team is playing tonight, anyway, and I’m absolutely going to be there.
One of their hands—can’t tell whose—slips between my body and Penn’s. The fingers inch into my panties.
Penn grunts, making me think it’s Carter’s wandering hand. The long finger slides through my wetness. Penn rolls off me, his gaze dropping to where Carter’s hand is between my legs. I was right, at least.
My legs fall open. He strokes me slowly, lazily. Dipping inside and then dragging my arousal up to my clit, which he rubs in tantalizingly soft circles.
We haven’t talked about choosing in a while. I haven’t voiced that I don’t want to pick between them. They seem to be letting it go for now.
My alarm goes off.
Carter groans. On the outside of the bed, and therefore closest to my alarm, he rolls away to shut it off.
Quick as a whip, Penn yanks down my shorts and panties.
I let out a squeak, but Penn’s already got his face buried between my legs.
Carter flips back over and lets out a hiss. “Not gonna lie,” he says, his voice strangled. “That’s hot.”
Penn smirks and lowers down. My eyes flutter shut when he makes contact with my lips, his tongue perusing. He thrusts inside me, then drags back up to my clit. A similar pattern Carter’s fingers followed. He sucks and nibbles until my hips jerk against him.
Carter pushes up my shirt and palms my breast. His lips close over the other nipple, and I gasp. He pinches the one, nips at the other, alternating attention and stimulation until I’m trembling. Penn seems to be of similar mind. He slides one finger inside me, curling and touching along my G-spot, then a second.
His lips never leave my clit.
“I’m going to?—”
“Good.” Carter kisses up my breast, over my collarbone, to my throat. He nips my skin, then soothes it with his tongue. Finally, his lips drift over my jaw and claim my lips.
Penn sucks harder, his tongue flicking against my clit, until my orgasm crests.
I gasp into Carter’s mouth.
As soon as Penn moves away, Carter shifts. He edged his boxers down at some point, but now he thrusts into me with ease. My orgasm made sure of that. But after a minute of continuing to kiss me, he lifts. Then sits back on his heels.
He gathers my legs and hooks them on his shoulders, sliding back into me at a new angle. Deeper.
“Princess.”
I turn and focus on Penn. He’s standing by the bed, his cock pointing at me.
I open my mouth.
He slides across my tongue, going to the back of my mouth. He bumps deeper, and my gag reflex closes my throat around him. He grunts, gripping my headboard. His hips move, pushing him farther. I wrap my fingers around the base of him with one hand, my other going to his balls.
Carter’s hands are everywhere else. Trailing across my torso, up to my breasts, then back down to between my legs.