SWNOVELS Pucking Sweet: Chapter 45
Poppy slips off my lap in her wobbly heels, the fringed beads of her top softly clicking as she walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge. Lukas comes over and places a hand on my shoulder. “You’re sure?”
I nod. “This is what I want.”
“If you’re sure,” he says, giving my shoulder a squeeze. He follows Poppy over to the bed, dropping down to one knee on the carpet in front of her. All her attention is on him as he reaches out and smooths his hands up her calves, brushing his fingers over the thin gold laces of her strappy heels. He leans down, kissing the tops of her knees as he works the laces loose.
I only know the Novy that chugs beers and slams guys into the boards. The Novy who would spit out his own teeth and keep skating to deliver a hard hit. The Novy who jokes and chirps and wears the name “asshole” like a badge of honor.
This Novy is a revelation. He’s gentle with her. Fuck, he’s tender. Loving, even. He doesn’t say anything personal about himself, but if you really look, you can read it all in his body language. Right now, he’s shouting it from head to toe. He’s in love with her. Religiously. Hopelessly.
Join the fucking club.
Poppy reaches out, flipping his hat off his head to the floor. Her fingers sift through his hair as he unwraps the gold laces from her leg, slipping the shoe off and tossing it aside. Taking her leg by the ankle, he holds it up, peppering kisses up her calf to her knee, showering her with affection like only a queen deserves.
Hunger and need coil in my gut. The third beast is jealousy. I let myself sink into that feeling, loving the burning ache that accompanies it. I’m jealous of Lukas, there’s no denying it. I’m jealous of his easy way with her, how he makes her laugh and distracts her with jokes. I’m jealous of the way she watches him, on and off the ice. She likes to watch him when she knows he can’t see her.
I’ve seen it all. The voyeur. I’ve known almost from the start that my path to her wasn’t clear. I was kidding myself pretending it was. They’d be the last to admit it, but they’ve been circling each other for weeks, always one good argument away from fucking in a hallway. She wants me, but she wants him too.
I have to see it. I have to understand what they have together.
He gets her other shoe off, tossing it aside. Leaning down, she kisses him, unable to wait a second longer for more. God, she’s insatiable. In her business role, she’s always so buttoned up and professional. But that tension and stress have to go somewhere. She has to have a release valve. For me, it’s always been hockey. For Poppy, it’s sex.
But I get the feeling her partners haven’t always been generous. Her need for praise and reassurance is troubling, as if she’s always half-doubting whether I’m enjoying myself. She dances on the edge of subspace with wild abandon. When she’s worshipped, she can get so overwhelmed that she dissociates. She leaves her body and becomes a raw nerve of pleasure, begging and desperate and willing to do anything for release.
I love the sound of her begging, but I want her to know the roles can be reversed too. I want my queen to take her pleasure as much as she wants. I want her to stay present in her body, claim control, and demand her satisfaction. That’s my long game. For now, we’re playing the short game. Our girl wants orgasms, and she’s going to get them.
She breaks her kiss with Lukas, pulling at his shirt. “Take this off,” she pants. “God, I need to touch you. Need to feel your skin.”
I drop my hand to my dick as I watch them undress each other. Eager to join them, I undress down to my boxer briefs, my dick hard and heavy, aching in my lap. I fight a groan as Lukas gets her little beaded top off. From his knees, he’s in the perfect position to lean forward and suck her sweet tit into his mouth.
Tipping her head back, that tumble of blonde hair touches the quilt as she moans out her pleasure. “God, it feels so good,” she whimpers. “Lukas, please. Baby, come on.”
He lets her go, claiming her mouth instead. Then he pulls her up standing. Out of her heels, she barely reaches the middle of his chest. They look beautiful together, strong and confident. They vibrate with passion, like two magnets desperate to connect.
Lukas drops his jeans and boxers to the floor as Poppy shimmies out of her little gold sequined miniskirt. They chase with lips and hands, bared to each other as he pushes her down onto the bed. My dick leaks precum. It drips onto my leg as I watch him hoist her up the bed, making room for himself between her spread thighs.
“Oh my god,” she cries, arms over her head as she arches back, freeing herself from the tangle of her hair.
Lukas is all power, those colorful tattoos swirling up his arms and over his rounded shoulders. He drops his face between her legs and takes his first taste of her cunt. She squeals, her hands dropping down to his head as she spreads wider, relaxing her hips. “Yes—baby, please. Don’t stop.”
I don’t touch myself. Not yet. I just sit in this roiling ache, letting it build in my gut and bloom like a weed up into my chest. I want it to fester. I want it to fucking burn. It will feel all the sweeter when the balm of her touches wash it all away.
“Are you a needy girl?” Lukas teases, giving her cunt a little slap that has her jolting. “Are you a good little whore who likes to get fucked by two men?”
“Yes,” she cries, squirming under his mouth. “Yes—god, I fucking love it. Colton is watching us, and I’m dying. I want you both. Want him watching you fuck me.”
This has me sitting up in the chair, dick twitching.
“He can look, but he can’t touch,” Lukas taunts. “This pussy is all fucking mine.” He licks her again, groaning into her cunt as she writhes. “This body,” he goes on, smoothing his hands up her naked sides. “These perfect fucking tits.” He cups her with both hands, pinching her nipples tight until she moans.
“Imagine if I had another pair of hands to help me fuck you,” he goes on. Shit, this asshole likes to talk. I’m embarrassed to admit how well it’s working for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard in my life. “Imagine if Cole got off his lazy ass and helped me pleasure this greedy fucking cunt.”
I glare at him. He doesn’t even bother looking over at me, but I can see his smirk from here.
She whines, moving her hips under him as she chases her release. “Lukas, please. Baby, please—”
“God, you’re so wet.” He groans. “Come for me. Gonna make you soak yourself before you get a taste of my dick. Come.” He shoves his fingers up inside her, working her clit with his mouth until she shatters. It starts in her toes. They point as her orgasm shoots up her leg, making it shake. When it hits her center, she detonates, her flat little tummy going taut as she curls forward on a cry.
He teases her through it, not taking his mouth off her clit until she’s weak and trembling and begging him to stop. He crawls over top of her, roughly cupping her face. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she echoes dreamily. “God, baby, you fuck me so good.”
I’m losing control of my patience. I need to touch her. I need her saying those words to me. Need to feel her beneath me, trembling as she takes my cock one greedy little inch at a time.
“Get up,” Lukas growls. “Hands and knees. I’m not done with you.”
She rolls herself over. From this new angle on the bed, she’s looking right at me. Fuck me, her pretty blue eyes are alight with lust. She looks drunk with it, high on sex like some woodland nymph who sees visions of her god only through physical communion. She holds my gaze as Lukas gets in position behind her. Then they’re both looking at me, and I’m frozen to this goddamn chair. They keep their eyes on me, their expressions heating with desperation as he slides into her tight cunt.
“Oh, my fucking god,” he groans, his eyes shutting.
“What’s wrong?” she pants, glancing over her shoulder.
He shakes his head, not moving. All the muscles across his chest and down his arms are tight. “I’ve never taken a woman bare before,” he admits. “I’m just—Poppy, you feel so fucking good. This wet silk, this raw fucking heat. Baby—I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last.”
“Then don’t,” she urges, pushing back against him. “Lukas, please, fuck me. I’ve missed you inside me. I need your cum. I want it. Please—ah!” She cries out, her back arching as he slams in to the hilt, burying his dick inside my girl with no rubber in his way.
I know exactly what she feels like. I dream of it. I know how perfectly she squeezes a dick, how she trembles. I have to have her. I have to get my taste. My balls ache, heavy and warm between my thighs as I tug my briefs down. I pull out my dick, wrapping my fist around it. I smear my precum around my head, groaning with need as Lukas starts to move inside her.
Poppy grips to the comforter, shoulders down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Lukas holds onto her hips as he pounds into her, riding her closer toward the edge of another orgasm. I rise from the chair, and her gaze sweeps down my body, landing on my hand stroking my dick. She smiles, lost to her lust. “Is that for me?”
“It’s all for you,” I reply, speaking my presence into the room. We all know I never left, but speaking makes me take up new space.
Lukas has all his attention on her as his rhythm starts to stutter. Fuck, he’s gonna come inside her. Leaping into action, I cross over to the bed and grab her under the arms, pulling her right out from under him. “No—fuck,” he shouts, glaring at me like he’s going to tear off my fucking head.
I crow with power and Poppy cries out. Her arms go around my neck as I hoist her up my body, my hands wrapping under her thighs. I press her against the post of the bed, finding her center with the tip of my dick. Holding her gaze, I sink in.
“Oh god, oh god,” she cries, her pussy pulsing around me as I press in deeper. She fits me like a fucking glove. The squeeze is so tight as she fights to relax around my girth.
This is heaven. She clings to me, giving me her body, claiming my lips in a kiss as she begins to move on her own, desperate to take all of my dick. Holding her in my arms, I move her off the bed post and over to the dresser. I set her down on top of the white lace doily and begin to piston my hips into her, taking her all the way to the hilt.
Her nails grip my shoulders as she shifts her hips forward, her heels digging into my ass. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she pants.
We rattle the dresser against the wall as I barrel toward the edge of my own release. I have to fill her. I need my girl full up of me, dripping with my cum. Only then can Lukas have her back. He can come anywhere he wants—her mouth, her cunt, her tight little ass. But he’ll come after me.
“God, help me,” she cries out, her rhythm hitching.
Reaching up, I wrap a hand around her throat, applying careful pressure. She gasps, her eyes flashing with desperation as I slam my hips against hers. “Come on this dick, Poppy. Lukas can have you when I’m finished. Our good girl is gonna take all our cum. You want it?”
“I want it,” she whimpers, arching her neck to offer more for me to squeeze. God, she’s fucking cosmic.
“You want me dripping out of you when Lukas slides back in? You want to be our filthy, cum-filled whore?”
“I’m yours,” she chants. “Yours—god—fucking fill me.”
“Such a dirty fucking mouth when you’re getting fucked,” I tease, slapping her tit. She squeals, rocking her hips harder into me. “Where’s this mouth when you’re selling season tickets to our games, huh?”
I swear to god she growls like a little hellcat, her eyes burning through to my goddamn soul. She grabs my jaw, her grip firm, nails biting. “I’m not waiting another second. Come inside me or I’ll—ahh—”
She lets go at the same time I do. I slam into her with three more hard thrusts as the heat of my release rockets through me. I burn up, letting go in a stream of muttered promises and curses. My body curls around hers, aching with peace to feel the way she trembles and clings to me. With a groan, I haul her up in my arms, keeping my dick buried in her as I walk her the three steps over to the bed.
Lukas is standing now, watching with his dick in his hand. I lay Poppy out on the bed, pulling out of her. She’s boneless as she sinks onto the mattress, her blonde hair fanning out around her head like a halo. I take in her every curve, the peak of her rosy pink nipples, the faint lines of a swimsuit tan that leave her little breasts creamy white. I let my gaze travel down her toned stomach to her bare pussy lips.
She pants, breathless, eyes closed.
“Open your legs,” I say.
Biting her bottom lip, she stifles a little moan. Her legs drop open, exposing her used pussy to us. She’s wet and glistening with her own release.
I lean over the bed, parting her pussy lips with my fingers. “Squeeze your cunt. Show Lukas what you did, my perfect good girl.”
She whines again, lost in her orgasm haze, thrilled by my praise as she squeezes those tight inner muscles. My cum leaks out of her, white and runny, dripping down onto the bed.
“Holy fuck,” Lukas mutters.
Inside, I roar with delight. She’s mine. She’s claimed.
Lukas steps in, his gaze intense as he looks from Poppy to me. “Can I taste it?”