Pucking Around: Chapter 68

Mars Kinnunen is still here. He’s standing at the sink with Rachel while they clean up from dinner. Jake is outside taking care of his precious grill. He’s a total snob when it comes to his grills. I don’t care so long as I get to enjoy the meats of his labor. Tonight, it was steaks and grilled shrimp. Inside, Rachel prepped wild rice and a salad. Since the guys are in season, they also ate their weight in broccoli.

Now Mars is washing plates as she sets them aside. Her music plays over the surround system, something soft and girly. It’s been on all evening. They murmur to each other as she takes a sip of wine. She says something, her dark eyes glancing up towards him and he smiles. She bumps him with her hip, laughing as he nearly drops a dish. It plops back into the soapy water.

Watching them in this moment I know the truth: she’s worked her magic on him too.

Fuck, he’s not going anywhere.

Not that I thought he would. I’ve watched this building between them for weeks. The explosive sexual tension between them may be gone, but the simmering need remains. He’s crazy about her. And she’s crazy about him. It’s new. It’s exciting.

But this isn’t going to work for all of us if he thinks he gets to keep his relationship with her totally separate from ours. Jake may have been joking about the sharing thing, but I’m not. I’m not going to hide away just to make him more comfortable. This is my house too. My girl. My life.

Setting my ice water down on the island, I snatch up the breadbasket and the butter dish from the table, bringing them around to the sink.

“Thanks, babe,” Rachel says, flashing me a smile.

The butter dish goes rattling down as I reach for her with both hands. Cupping her face, I pull her to me, sealing our mouths with a hungry kiss. She gasps against me, her lips parting. Then her hands come up, gripping to my elbows as she kisses me back.

My entire body lights up, loving the feel of having her in my arms. She’s so yielding, brazenly kissing me back in front of Mars. My hands brush across her shoulders, down her sides, to her waist, as I pull her to me.

She comes willingly, her soapy hands dragging through my hair before they drop between us, pressing against my chest. We break our kiss, foreheads pressed together, and she lets out a soft laugh. Her wet hands are splayed across my ratty Minnesota Hockey t-shirt.

“Look who finally decided to come out of his shell,” she teases. “Hey, baby.” She cups my cheek, tilting her head back to look at me. “Wanna help him finish up the dishes?” She glances over her shoulder at Mars.

He’s standing there, arms crossed over his barrel chest, his sporty man bun, blond beard, and fierce cheekbones giving him that GQ Viking look. He glares at me, tugging the dish towel off his shoulder and tossing it down. “Say what you need to say, Sanford.”

I turn my gaze back to Rachel, brushing my thumb along her soft cheek. “I want to fuck you, Hurricane. Right here. Right now. And I want him to watch.”

She sucks in a breath, eyes wide. “Cay—”

“We can’t move forward until we all know he can handle sharing. And currently he’s not sure,” I say, pointing over her shoulder at him. I lift my gaze to look at him. “Are you?”

She turns in my arms to look up at him with those pretty brown eyes. “Mars?”

A muscle in his jaw twitches as he stares at me. I don’t dare adjust my hold on her. If my touching her is enough to coil him like a spring, what will my fucking her in front of him do? We have to know.

And screw Jake and our stupid coin toss last night. He’s much more valuable than me. We’re not going to open this door only to have Mars barrel through it and knock Jake’s lights out. If someone has to take the hit, it’s going to be me. My defenseman deserves to have someone put him first for once.

“Tell her the truth, Mars,” I say.

All three of us already know it.

“No,” he admits, letting out a low breath. “I’m not sure. Sanford, I need you to take your hands off her.” He says it so damn politely, but his meaning is clear. He wants to rip my fucking head off.

“Mars,” she whispers, going tense in my arms.

“Easy, Hurricane.” I brush both hands down her arms. “He’s not going to do anything to me, and we’re not going to stop. We’ll call this exposure therapy. It’s one thing for Mars to say he wants you. But he doesn’t get to take you away from us. And he doesn’t get a nice, sterile version of our life where the only one who touches you in his presence is him.”

As I speak, I skate my hands over her shoulders and around to cup her breasts. She arches slightly into me, her body responding to the heat of Mars’ gaze and the teasing of my hands. Fuck, our girl loves to be shared. Loves to be watched. She’s insatiable. Is he willing to set his damn pride aside and help me? Or is this over for him before it begins?

“You love it when we fuck, don’t you Hurricane?” I whisper, one hand trailing down her front to slip inside her leggings. “You’re always so wet for us. Such a good girl. This perfect pussy is so smooth. Should we show him?” I tease, nipping her earlobe.

When she just whimpers, I jerk her leggings down enough to expose her bare pussy. Then I give it a slap that has her gasping, her ass pressing against me.

“Cay—” She closes her eyes, tipping her head back against my shoulder.

I lift a hand to her jaw and hold her tight. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. You look right at Mars. You let him know when I do something you like.”

Two feet away, Mars stands there, horrified and mesmerized in one, his lips parted as he watches my hand slip under her t-shirt to cup her bare breast. Meanwhile, the fingers of my right hand are parting her pussy lips, letting my middle finger glide through her wetness.

“She’s tight, isn’t she, Mars?” I tease as she squirms in my hold. “Her cunt is heaven. Have you had her ass yet? You strike me as an ass man—”

“Stop talking” he growls.

“No.”

Fuck, I’m totally getting punched in the face. It’s worth it to feel her pressed against me. I shove two fingers in her, and she winces. I drop my hand away immediately as Mars take a protective step closer, his gaze a blue-eyed inferno.

“Jake was right,” I tease, letting my finger circle her wet clit. “Mars wore your pussy out last night, didn’t he, Hurricane?”

She just sighs in my hold, letting me tease her clit.

“Did he take your ass too, baby? Tell me,” I growl, my free hand wrapping around her throat. That has Mars tensing, his muscles tight across his shoulders.

“Yes,” she whispers, breathless as I work her over.

“Did you ride him, Hurricane? Did you take him to the hilt?”

“Yes.”

“Did you suck him off?”

“No,” she replies on a moan. I know she’s close, teetering on that edge.

I glance over at him, a smile in my voice as I say, “You didn’t suck him off? But that’s your specialty. Should we show him how good you take a cock down your throat? You look so beautiful on your knees. And we both know how much you love to gag on me.”

I slap her pussy again and she cries out, her body strung so tight with the need to come. “Please, Cay,” she whispers, trying to turn in my arms. “Please, don’t tease me.”

I let her turn away from Mars, cupping her cheek with a steady hand. “Get on your knees and take out my cock,” I command, holding her walnut brown gaze. “You’re gonna suck me off while the goalie watches. Only after you’ve choked on my cum will I put you on this counter and hold you down so he can tongue-fuck you. We don’t stop until you come all over his stupidly handsome face. Agreed?”

She nods, her eyes glassy with need.

“Agreed?” I say over her shoulder at Mars.

He’s fighting his every urge to step in, but slowly, he nods. He’s curious enough not to kill me…yet.

With a grateful sigh, Rachel drops to her knees in front of me. She tugs up on my ratty shirt, but I’m already ahead of her, jerking it off one handed and tossing it on the island. Then both my hands are in her hair, pulling it up until I fist it one-handed on her crown.

She presses her face against my crotch, breathing me in before she gives my grey sweats a sharp tug. I’m not wearing underwear, so my cock bobs free in her face, hard and ready to fucking go.

“Mitä vittua,” Mars curses, his voice low and gravelly. “Sanford—your cock.” His eyes are wide as he stares down at my pierced dick.

I chuckle as Rachel wraps her hand around my base. I tug her hair, tipping her head back. “You didn’t tell your new boyfriend about me?”

She shakes her head, her mouth curling into a lusty smile.

“Do you think he wants to see it up close?” My gaze darts over her head to Mars. He towers almost five inches taller than me. “Have you never seen a pierced dick before, Kinnunen?”

“No,” he mutters. “Never. Mitä helvettiä…does it hurt?”

“Right now, my only pain is blue balls,” I reply. “Our girl was in the middle of something.” I give her hair a soft tug. “Show him, Hurricane. Let him watch.”

She wraps her mouth back around me, teasing me with her tongue.

“Why did you do it?” Mars mutters, watching her suck me. “Why go through such mutilation?”

I huff a laugh that comes out part groan. Fuck, she’s good at this. “Ask Rachel if it was a good investment of time and pain.” I pull her off me. “Hurricane, do you like my pierced dick?”

She nods, gazing up at me. “You know I do. But it’s not enough to have the piercings,” she adds, flicking her tongue over my tip like a fucking siren. “You have to know what to do with them. But you guys all know that. It’s not about the stick, it’s about the handling,” she teases, her free hand dropping from my hip to cup my balls.

I groan, my hand in her hair softening as I let her get back to work.

“What does it feel like for the man?” asks Mars.

“Jeezus,” I pant. “If you’re so curious, go get it done and find out. Or find a different pierced man willing to fuck you in the ass. Then you’ll know.”

Rachel looks up between us with a smile. “Do you want to come down here with me?” she says at him, batting her lashes.

He deadpans her. “The man has four metal bars through his cock, Rakas. I don’t have to be gay to find that fascinating.” He looks over her at me. “Can I touch it?”

Well, kill me dead.

Those are four words I never expected to escape from the mouth of Mars Kinnunen.

“You want to touch my hard dick, Mars?”

“Only if you’re amenable,” he replies.

Holy fuck, this guy is totally serious right now. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I drag a hand through my hair, the other still holding Rachel’s hair up on top of her head. One minute we were fucking. Now, I guess it’s show-and-tell hour. “Be my fucking guest, Mars. Her dick is your dick, apparently.”

He steps forward, bending slightly to look at it from a lower angle. “I can see how the placement would bring women added pleasure.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Rachel teases, still on her knees.

And now I’ve stepped into some alternate reality where Mars Kinnunen is reaching out his hand, his calloused thumb stroking the underside of my cock, rubbing along my piercings while Rachel holds me still at the base.

“It feels quite strange,” Mars murmurs, his tone almost academic.

Behind me, the door slams shut. Mars drops his hand away from my dick and we all turn. Jake is standing there, eyes wide, dirty grill tongs in hand. He goes from surprised to serious in 2.5 seconds.

“What the fuck is going on?”