Page 235 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter
Oliver and Penn exchange a glance. Penn sheds the cardboard crown, throwing it onto the desk, and climbs on the bed. He takes hold of my ankles and pulls me flat, then moves over me.
A chill travels down my spine. I part my legs for him, and he places a soft kiss on my throat. Then my jaw. The corner of my lips.
“Penn,” I breathe.
“Are you nice and slick for me, princess?”
He shifts, running his finger along my core. I whimper when he pauses on my clit, and my hips automatically shift.
“Hmm.”
“Stop teasing,” Oliver murmurs behind him.
“Captain’s orders, princess.” Penn meets my eyes. He notches himself at my entrance and pushes, slowly thrusting into me.
The stretch is delicious. But I have a feeling this is just a drop in the bucket. He rocks into me faster, until he abruptly stops and rolls us. I gasp at the change—and how I now straddle him.
He smiles. “Give us a show.”
I raise my eyebrows, but I’m not going to argue. My hands fall to his abdomen, keeping my balance as I rise up and lower back down.
“Oliver,” Carter says. “Help her out.”
The bed dips, and Oliver swings his leg over Penn’s. His hands come around, cupping my breasts. He pinches my nipples. Penn makes a noise under me. He grips my thighs, but they drift toward my core.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” Penn tells me. “But I think I want to feel Ollie in your ass, first…”
Fuck.
I glance over my shoulder. Oliver smirks, then presses a kiss to my shoulder. He releases my breasts and moves down, parting my ass cheeks.
“Lube,” Carter interjects, tossing Oliver a small bottle.
I should really be better at getting the birth control shot…
I may have missed my last appointment.
The sudden stress is offset by Oliver’s finger sliding down my ass crack and pressing inside me. He thrusts, almost lazily, for a minute.
No one is in a hurry, but I’m starting to burn up. Penn has gone still. Even his fingers on my clit aren’t moving. Just a bit of pressure. He can probably feel the throb of it that’s beginning to echo through my body.
Oliver removes his fingers. A hand on my spine urges me to lean forward. I touch Penn’s cheek as Oliver slowly—slowly—pushes inside.
“Oh, fuck.” Penn looks sideways at Carter. “How hot does this look?”
I glance over, too. Carter’s expression is intense. He’s got his cock out, and his hand is measuredly stroking it. I lick my lips, then open my mouth to say something—but then Oliver thrusts the rest of the way in, and my mind blanks.
“Ready?” Oliver asks.
Me, Penn—I don’t know who he’s talking to. I’ve never been this full. But Penn says yes, and suddenly they’re both moving. Penn’s fingers on my clit, the way he thrusts up into me. Oliver’s purposeful, powerful thrusts that seem to match his teammate’s. Every move feels compounded by the other.
“Fuck.” Penn stares up at me, his pupils dilating.
And then I’m at the edge.
“More,” Carter breathes.
Penn grabs the back of my neck, dragging me down and kissing me hard. His teeth score my lower lip. I give him my gasps of pleasure, and a minute later, I orgasm so hard everything goes white for a second. My vision, the sound in the room.