Pucking Around: A Why Choose Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 1)

I moan, back arching off the bed, as I grip tighter to my wrist restraints. “Yes—Cay baby, I’m gonna come—”

Caleb lifts his mouth away from my pussy, letting the spiral of my orgasm fizzle and fade, leaving me panting on the bed. He’s been edging me for the last ten minutes, ever since he hung up the call with Jake.

“Please,” I say on a sigh, unable to see him through my blindfold. I love the sensory deprivation, as every other sense is heightened. The taste of him on my tongue, warm and inviting. The feel of his hands on my body as he explores me, the softness of Jake’s high thread count sheets. The man is a snob when it comes to bedding. I swear, it’s like sleeping on a cloud. Right now, strapped down to the mattress, I feel like a debauched angel. And I love it.

The security unit on the wall chirps and we both go still. Moments later, the front door slams shut.

“Uh-oh,” I tease. “Somebody’s in trouble now—ah—”

His tongue in my cunt shuts me up. I’m gasping as he spears me, his hands rough as he forces my thighs apart a little wider, my ankles straining against their ties. I sink into the feeling of his mouth on me, devouring me.

“CALEB!”

Jake’s voice echoes through the house as, down the hall, Poseidon whines, scratching at the door of Caleb’s room. He’s far too innocent to witness what’s happening in here.

“You better be hiding or on your fucking knees,” Jake shouts, his voice coming from the stairs now.

Mouth on my pussy, Caleb laughs. God, this man is fearless. He wants to get caught, wants to get punished. Meanwhile, my heart races, pulse hammering in my throat. I know the moment Jake can see us stretched out on his bed.

“Cay!” he bellows.

Caleb lifts his mouth off me, peppering my thigh with quick kisses. “It was nice knowing you, Hurricane,” he laughs.

I can’t see anything as Jake and Ilmari burst into the room, but I feel their feral energy as the weight of Caleb’s body leaves the bed.

“Finally,” Caleb calls out. “Sorry we didn’t—whoa—fuck—”

I shriek as I hear the unmistakable sounds of a fight. “Guys, stop,” I cry, knowing there’s nothing I can do.

“You’re fucking dead,” Jake growls, his voice muffled as they wrestle each other to the floor.

“Ouch—shit—you punch like a golf pro,” Caleb teases.

“Get his—his arm—”

“Ow—”

“Paska—”

“No—not the face,” Caleb grunts.

Oh my god, they’re gonna kill him. He finally let that smart mouth take a joke one step too far. There’s a continued scuffle as it sounds like they wrestle him to the floor.

“Hold him,” Jake mutters as Caleb laughs.

Ilmari mutters darkly in Finnish.

“Think that was funny, asshole?” Jake shouts, his voice moving as he heads over to his closet. “Your little jersey switching game is gonna cost you big time. You’ll be lucky if you’re not sleeping out on the dunes tonight.”

I go still, waiting for Caleb to give up the truth that switching the jerseys was all my idea. But I know he won’t say anything. He’s having too much fun. And he did agree to switch rather quickly.

“No one wears my number but Rachel,” Ilmari growls. “The only way you wear it again is if we tattoo in on your forehead. Agreed?”

Caleb groans and I can only imagine he’s being pressed into the floor, Ilmari’s heavy weight on top of him. “Ungh—agreed.”

“Get him up,” Jake calls from his closet. “We’re gonna tie him up.”

“Ooo, getting kinky, angel?” Caleb teases.

“Shut him up.”

More scuffling.

“Guys, don’t,” I plead, ready to turn myself in and offer myself up to their mercy.

“Oh, come on man. Not the sock,” Caleb grunts. “Not the—nuuuungh—”

I arch up, trying desperately to see something through my blindfold. Someone gagged Caleb, and now he’s grunting as they get him up. The dresser rattles. Oh god, they’re tying him to the dresser?

“Blindfold him,” Ilmari growls.

When Caleb wordlessly protests, I hear Ilmari laugh. The sound sends a chill though me. These men are not playing any more games tonight.

“You wanna know what happens next, Cay?” Jake teases. “Just listen close and use that colorful imagination.”

Caleb grunts and I know they must be blindfolding him with something too. It’s a rare kind of torture for a man who likes to watch, likes to tease with his words. Now he gets to stand there, his only intact sense his hearing as he audibly witnesses the circus they’re about to make of my body.

As if I need any reminder, Jake calls out. “Don’t think we didn’t see you flitting around in our jerseys tonight, spinning us up with your flirty smiles. You’re fucking next, Seattle!”

“We’re fucking you next,” Ilmari corrects.

My entire body lights up in anticipation. We’re all here. We’re all in. The four of us. I suck in air through my heaving lungs as I hear them dropping their clothes to the floor. Whatever the punishment is, I want it.

“I’ll take her first,” says Jake. “Stretch her out before you attack her with that anaconda. We need her to last tonight. All fucking night. Wait—do you guys have snakes in Finland?”

“No talking,” Ilmari growls, and I can’t help but smile.

“You gonna fuck me, angel?” I call. “Gonna teach me a lesson for being a brat?”

Weight sinks down at the end of the bed as I feel something brush along the skin of my shins. “Jake—”

“Feel this, baby?” he says, that deep, velvety voice doing unspeakable things to my insides. “What do I have in my hands?”

I gasp, knowing full well what was left on the floor in my rush to undress earlier with Cay. My mouth tips into a smile as he trails the fabric up my thighs. “Your jersey,” I whisper.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, dropping his body over me as he shoves two fingers deep inside my cunt.

I cry out, trying to arch my hips into his seeking fingers, but my ankles are restrained, the jersey caught between us. The leather straps tug at my skin, chafing. It’s the best possible kind of pain. “Jake—”

But he silences me with his mouth, stealing all my air as he kisses me like it’s the first and the last time I’ll ever be kissed. I moan into him, body on fire from head to toe as he keeps working his fingers in me, our kiss messy as we try to devour each other.

He pulls back, panting, his breath warm on my face. “If a girl wears my number, that girl is mine. Are you mine, Rachel?”

“Jake—”

“And I don’t just mean that I get to fuck you and hold you and orbit you like a satellite,” he adds. “I mean that you’re all fucking mine. You’re my Seattle Girl.” He grips tight to my jaw, holding me still as I pant. “Wear my jersey, you better be ready to wear my ring and my name, because that’s where this is going for me. Don’t fucking tease me again unless you’re all the way there too.”

I gasp, but he silences the sound with another kiss, his fingers still working me, his thumb pressing down on my clit until I’m moaning, desperate to come. Jake loves me. He wants to marry me. He’s teased me about the Elvis minster, but this is different. He’s all in.

He pushes off me with a groan, sitting back on his knees between my spread legs. “Mars, anything to add about the jersey business before we get down to business?”

“Yeah, I will throw that one away,” he says quietly.

I go still, my head slowly turning in the direction of his voice. “Why?” I whisper.

“Because my woman doesn’t wear a store-bought costume bearing my number,” he replies. “She wears my jersey. That is what you wear, Rakas.”

“Fucking agreed,” says Jake. “It’s settled then. We’ll burn these in the fire pit and make s’mores,” he adds, tossing the jersey to the floor. “Now, back to business. We’re going to take this body and make it ours, baby,” he growls, one hand cupping my pussy again as the other palms my breast. “You are all fucking ours, Rachel. Cay doesn’t get to touch. He doesn’t get to look. Not until we say.”

Using the wetness between my legs, he rubs it on my peaked nipple. “Mars, taste,” he orders.

Heart in my throat, I wait for that perfect feeling of Ilmari’s closeness, of him joining in fully. The bed sinks on my left side and my senses fill with the smell of his cologne.

He brushes his nose along my jaw, his beard prickling. “Tell me to stop, Rakas.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Never stop. Love me.”

His mouth closes around my nipple, and I sigh into him, my arms bristling with goose bumps as Jake drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy. They work me together, Ilmari’s massive hand palming my other breast as he teases me. The feeling of two men pouring their hearts and souls into my skin, teasing me, cherishing me. It’s almost more than I can bear.

Tears sting my eyes behind the blindfold as I squirm, desperate to touch them, to reciprocate with my hands, my mouth. I want them everywhere.

“Free her legs,” Jake orders, taking his mouth off my clit before I can come.

Mars shifts his weight, dropping off the bed to do as he’s told. I don’t know what happened between them that Jake is taking on this dominant role, but I don’t mind one bit. I love a bossy Jake. My pussy clearly does too because I’m quivering with the need for him to take control.

Ilmari’s hands are tender as he releases the restraints from my ankles one at a time, kissing the inside of each ankle reverently as he lets me go.

Meanwhile, Jake keeps teasing me with his fingers and his mouth, working me right up to that edge. “Has she come yet?” he calls at Caleb.

“Ngho,” Caleb says through his makeshift gag.

“You okay?” I call, my voice whiny and breathless.

He grunts again, rattling his fists against the dresser drawers. I guess if he really wanted to, he could Hulk-out and jerk the drawers loose from the frame. I can’t help but smile, picturing him standing naked, tied up in a web of his own making. I don’t intend to leave him there all night, but this is an important lesson for him that actions have consequences. The jersey switch may have been my idea, but he’s always stirring the shit and dancing away like my little naughty devil. Besides, the guys have to know they can check each other, and I won’t interfere.

As soon as both my legs are free, Jake tips my hips back, his weight hovering over me as he seeks my mouth again. I open for him, kissing him back as I sigh at the feeling of being so in sync. This man is part of me. I was unraveled in Seattle, and his threads wove me back together. We’re part of the same tapestry now, making a new, beautiful picture.

“Please, angel,” I beg. “I need you.”

“You need me?” he pants against my lips.

“So much.”

“You mine, Rachel?”

“Yours,” I say, gripping my wrist restraints. Feet flat on the bed, I tip my hips, notching his cock at my wet center. “Please, Jake. Come find me. I need you. Find me. Find—ah—”

He slams into me, his cock sliding in deep. The cradle of my hips catches him as we rock together, riding out our pleasure. I wrap my legs around him. He helps, shifting his weight as he comes down on top of me. Then we’re both sighing, breathing through our mouths as we work our hips together.

“No waiting, baby,” he says against my lips. “Come with me. Come now. Again and Again,” he breathes. “All night. Come for us. Be with us, baby girl.”

It feels so easy with the blindfold on to sink into my bliss, letting him wind me up as he slips a hand between us and works my clit. The heat spreads through my whole body, tingling across my chest, down to my fingertips. My breath catches, and then I’m flying and falling, spiraling through the air. My pussy clenches tight as the orgasm catches fire, spreading across the whole of my core, rocking me deep.

“Yes,” Jake groans, his face buried in my neck as he slams deep with his hips and holds me there, letting my core pulse around him as he comes too. The moment of our shared euphoria cascades down around us like the rain that first painted the sky on our night in Seattle.

“I love you,” I whisper, breathless and spent. “Jake, I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeats, kissing my neck, my shoulder, his hand lovingly cupping my face to turn it so he can claim my lips. “I love you, Rachel. Never let me go.”

I nod, knowing in my heart that I can’t. It would take ripping at the fabric of my soul to do it, something that now feels unthinkable.

He pulls out of me and rolls to the side, his arm still draped over my middle as he catches his breath. “Mars,” he calls. “She’s all yours.”

The end of the bed sinks low as my goalie drops to his knees between my spread legs. His hands press to the mattress just above my hips on either side, sinking us down. I shiver at the feel of his bristly beard on the sensitive skin of my thighs as he kisses my hips. First one, then the other. His fingers sink deep inside me, and he groans as he pushes Jake’s cum back in.

“Release her hands,” he says, and I feel Jake roll to his side and crawl up the bed.

As Jake works to free me, Ilmari studies me with his hands, his face, his tongue. He alternates between brushing against me with the tip of his nose and tracing a line with his tongue—across my hip bone, under my navel, above my clit.

I whimper, dropping my left hand to Ilmari’s head as Jake releases my wrist from the restraint. My fingers feel tingly as I stroke his bearded face.

Ilmari arches into my touch, chasing it. My thumb brushes the shaved side of his scalp above his ear. When my right hand comes free, I drop it down too, both hands smoothing along the grain of his hair.

“Kulta,” I say on a sigh, my hands cupping his bearded cheeks. “Kultaseni. Please. Mä haluun sut. Oon sun.” It’s the only Finnish I know, but it’s effective as his body covers me, his lips claiming mine.

I wrap myself around him fully, feeling so small in his arms. Small, but strong. He’s the biggest of my guys, but he doesn’t treat me like a tender flower. He takes hold of me, sinking his body against mine until he’s dropped to his elbows, letting me bear his weight. I love the press of him on top of me.

“Mä kuulun sulle,” he murmurs, his lips against my lips. “Say it, Rakas.”

“Mä kuulun sulle,” I repeat. “What does it mean?”

His thumb hooks under the edge of my blindfold as he tugs it gently free.

I open my eyes, blinking up at him, his handsome face swarming my vision. I smile at the look of love and longing in his eyes. My quiet one. The one who needs to be seen the most. “What does it mean?” I say again.

He gazes down at me with those deep blue eyes. “I belong to you.” As he says the words, he notches his cock between my legs and presses in.

I arch into him, widening my hips to take him. “Say it again.”

“Mä kuulun sulle,” he repeats. “Mä rakastan sua.” He works his hips, sinking in deeper than before. My body works to accommodate his size. He slides a hand over my hip, tipping my thigh open so he can sink all the way into the hilt and we both groan.

I’m lost in this new feeling of fullness as his words continue. He pours his heart out in Finnish, speaking softly to me as we kiss and move together. A tear slips down my temple as I arch my head back, my flesh pressed against his, his cock moving so deep inside me.

Then suddenly he’s growling, his arms wrapping around me as he rears back. I cry out, holding on as he balances me on the lap of his splayed knees. I’m fully impaled on him, my legs wrapped around him as he holds my weight on his thighs. When he moves again, I drop my head back, eyes shut, crying out.

He’s so deep. Gravity is pulling me down so that I practically feel him in my chest. We rock together, his strong arms around me as our hips move in sync. His power is on full display like this, holding me as if I weigh nothing. I arch back, my breasts bouncing as I ride him. It feels fucking amazing.

“Ohmygod,” I cry out, my orgasm building deep and low. Usually, I need some kind of clitoral stimulation to get me all the way there. This angle makes that impossible, but I feel it all the same. It’s looming, just within reach.

“Kulta,” I whimper, my hands sliding over his inked shoulders to cup his cheeks. “Teach me how to say it.” I know he knows what I mean. I think he’s been saying it. I hold his gaze as we move together. “Ilmari, please—”

Those deep blue eyes gaze into my soul as he stills inside me, his cock buried so deep. “Mä rakastan sua,” he murmurs, his hands holding tight to my hips, thumbs brushing my sensitive skin. “Mä rakastan sua,” he says again, slower.

“Mä rakastan sua,” I repeat.

“En voi elää ilman sua,” he says, shoving against me with his hips. “Oon sun,” he pants.

“Vain sun,” I echo, arching back.

I fight a scream as my body gives over to the sensation of being split in half by this man who loves me. Then he’s crying out too, his hips bucking against me as he comes. The feel of his warm release triggers mine, and suddenly I’m caught in the throes of another orgasm, my core squeezing him with everything I have.

By the time the waves of my release fade, we’re both shaking, bodies sweating. He gently folds forward with excellent core control, placing me gently down onto the bed. Then he pulls out. I feel the warm mixture of their releases between my legs. I’m so full of them both, but I want more. I want Caleb.

I let my gaze go to him at last. They’ve tied him to Jake’s dresser at the wrists with what looks like neckties. Another tie holds the sock in his mouth, while someone draped Ilmari’s discarded jersey over his head. He looks ridiculous.

“Let him go,” I say at Jake. “Please, angel. Let him come to us.”

Jake rolls off the bed to free Caleb as I turn my attention back to Ilmari. He gently moves my legs to the side, lying next to me. His massive frame makes me feel so sheltered and loved. He turns my face towards him, his large fingers light against my skin. His fingertip brushes my septum ring and he smiles. “Mä rakastan sua,” he says again, voice low. “You understand me?”

I nod, my hand brushing along his forearm. “You know I love you too, right? I’m theirs. They’ve claimed me and there’s no letting go. But you’re mine. I claim you, Ilmari. No letting go,” I whisper with a shake of my head.

He catches my hand as I stroke his chest, bringing it to his lips as he nods.

Jake leads a darkly brooding Caleb over to the bed by the meat of his shoulder. “Doesn’t our girl look beautiful, Cay? She’s full of our cum. It’s dripping out of her. A sign that she’s claimed. Loved. She’s mine. You want to be mine too, troublemaker?”

Caleb’s dark gaze roves my body, taking me in from my sweaty brow down to the sticky mess between my legs. Slowly, he nods.

Jake slings an arm around his bare chest, pulling him back against him as he whispers in his ear loud enough for us all to hear, “Then get on your knees and lick her clean…while I fuck this tight ass.”