Trouble : Boston Bolts Hockey

For a moment, I feel like I may actually black out. Like this entire night has been nothing but a crazy dream. These last few weeks, really. Because it can’t be real—the woman of my dreams grinding on me like this while the man I’ve been in love with for more than half my life is burrowing inside me like he never wants to leave, like if he was given a choice between breathing or never feeling the inside of me again, he’d stay right where he was.

Declan’s face as he finally works his huge cock into my ass, the pleasure that tinges his cheeks pink, that pulls a “fuck” from his lips and another heavy breath as he tries like hell to get used to this new sensation, is nothing short of beautiful. And despite the fact that he’s filling me in a way I’ve never experienced—because like Mel and I lament constantly, the man is huge—I refuse to so much as blink for fear of missing a second of it.

“That feel okay, baby?” he asks in that soft rumble that makes my toes tingle. He’s such a gruff man—one of so few words—so when he uses them, especially in that tone that is apparently reserved for only the ones he truly loves—I fucking melt.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt better than my girl on my cock and my man in my ass,” I tease, trying to bring some levity to the moment.

If I don’t—if I think about all we’ve gone through to get here—I may sob.

Every nerve ending in my body feels like a live wire, flying free and sparking each time one of them moves. Declan leans his forehead against Mel’s back and sucks in a heavy breath. “Give me a color, sweetheart.”

With her eyes on mine, she mumbles, “Green.”

“What do you say we get him to yellow?” I grit out.

She leans down and presses her lips to mine. “That’s your job tonight. Squeeze those cheeks. Give him a taste of his own medicine.”

Declan groans, but I think he knows there’s no way in hell I’m in control tonight. Especially when he finally moves, one of his hands landing on Mel’s hip while the other grips mine. When he begins sliding out, it hits me that there’s no way I’ll be able to speak, let alone taunt him. Then when he slams back in, it’s the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced. That is, until I feel the hot gush that comes from Mel as she clenches around me. “Oh shit. You fucked up into me when he fucked you.” Her eyes are wild, and they only grow more so as Declan fucks us both with abandon, using my cock and his own to pleasure us. It’s insane how good he is at this. The way he knows what we both need. But it’s not long before our girl is crying out, her pussy pulsing around me, and I’m seeing stars and panting “yellow. So fucking yellow.”

Declan stops all movement, and I know what’s coming before he speaks. “Hold it, baby. I want you to stay right there on the edge. Can you do that for me?”

Sweat coats my forehead, and a full-body shiver rolls down my spine as the aftershocks of Mel’s orgasm pulse across my already sensitive dick. But I suck in buckets full of air until I’m able to nod.

Mel collapses on my chest, and I rub a hand over her back, soothing her through the intense emotions we’re all feeling.

“What are you thinking?” I ask Dec over her shoulder.

He leans down and peppers kisses to her back, then meets my eye. “I want you to fuck me.”

All the air in the room evaporates then, and I grow dizzy. Is there such a thing as too happy? As too perfect? Because having him suck my dick and then sink inside me has been a dream come true. But fucking him? Holy shit…

“Oh, I like that idea,” Mel murmurs, even as her voice sounds sleepy.

“After Mel comes again,” I say.

Chuckling, Declan leans over her and kisses me. The moment is filthy, full of tongues and teeth and dirty words. “I love that you love to make her come as much as I do.”

Fuck, do I.

“Trouble, can I eat your pussy while Declan fucks me for a little longer?”

Mel practically scrambles off me. “Only if I can face forward and watch.”

For a moment, Dec catches my eye, and when he thrusts up into me, I lose myself.

“This doesn’t feel real,” I whisper.

Declan leans forward, and with his chest to mine, I can feel the unsteady pounding of his heart. “It’s real, baby. And it’s forever. You, me, and Mel. This is it.”

Mel is cuddled up next to me, her head kissing my own. She looks sated and happy and oh so in love. Without hesitating, I kiss her, getting lost when she whimpers in surprise. When we pull apart, Dec is watching us, expression hungry and full of lust, just like the first time he watched us kiss.

“Holy shit.” I huff out a breath.

Dec gives me that dangerous smirk of his. The kind that makes me do crazy things like throw my heart at him for years when he barely blinked in my direction. He grinds up into me, and my cock pulses as he rolls his body against it. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to give our girl her orgasm. I’m never going to last with your dick working its magic like it is right now.”

Declan takes my mouth in a rough kiss. “Come, baby. We can clean up and go again. Let me see you come with my cock in your ass. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Mel leans in and kisses my neck. Then she reaches between us and rolls gentle fingers against my weeping cock, squeezing and then fisting it, working me until I’m delirious.

We stare down at where our bodies are joined. The place where Declan fucks me ferociously. Like he’s been doing it for years. Like this is how we were always meant to be. And with her hand wrapped around me and him deep inside me, I unravel completely.

“That’s it, baby,” Dec says as his thrusts grow slower, as if he’s relishing the final moments of being inside me before he cries out. “Holy fuck, give me your mouth.”

I obey, and then he kisses me while he pulses wickedly inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

Panting, he pulls back and takes Mel’s mouth, murmuring thank yous and I love yous and reminding her that she’s our everything. It’s beautiful, despite our mess, because, like Dec said, we’ll just clean up and start all over again.