4. Maximus
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Maximus
" S he's right, you know. We can't keep jumping in to try and protect her from every little perceived threat." I turn to Monk and King after I know Wynn is safely on her way to her office.
I don't know what it is about Wynn, but she's gotten under my skin in such a short time. Thinking that picking up a woman in a bar last night might help this weird attraction, I feel for my coach—I went to the closest bar to the yoga studio. But once inside, I started comparing every woman to Wynn. None of them could hold a candle to Wynn, so I left before taking one sip out of my drink.
One other thing that stopped me was knowing Wynn is my neighbor. Even though we might not be in a relationship, the thought of her seeing a random hookup leave my house in the morning made my stomach turn—not that I bring random women to my home—it was more of knowing the woman was Wynn that left me feeling sick to my stomach.
With no other players around us, I bring up what we're all thinking, "I'm attracted to Wynn. And I'd like to see where this attraction goes."
"Me too," King adds. "there's just something about her I felt drawn to from the first moment I laid eyes on her."
Monk pulls off his helmet, "There's something I need to tell you. The reason I don't screw around with random puck bunnies or have even dated anyone since I joined the team two years ago is I met this amazing woman on the beach in Borabora at sunset two weeks before I joined the Iowa Posiden. We made love on the empty beach, swam naked in the ocean at midnight, and spent the rest of the night making love in every position possible. I woke up the next morning with her snuggled deep in my arms, and I freaked out a little. She was so beautiful and adventurous, with a sense of humor that matched my own that I'd never experienced before with anyone else. But the fear of a relationship had me bolting for the door before I knew anything more than her first name. I've always thought of her as my mermaid."
"That tattoo on your back of a dark-haired mermaid—it's Wynn, isn't it?" King presses.
"Yes. I foolishly hoped fate would bring her back into my life and we could start over. But now she's my coach, and the two of you obviously want her too. I don't want to cause problems with the team's chances by fighting over her, but if I have to choose between championship and Wynn, I'd choose Wynn every time."
Well, damn. This just got complicated.
"Why don't we take some time to figure this out before we do something rash?" I say. "Let's start by apologizing. But let's hit the showers first and get out of our practice uniforms." The last thing I want to do is to remind her we're her players.
"Hello, are you in there, Wynn?" I knock on her office door.
When she doesn't respond, I twist the handle, finding it unlocked—I glance back at King and Monk. They shrug, so I push open the door and double-check that Wynn isn't in her office.
As we step through the doorway, the sound of a shower running pulls our attention to the private bathroom, with the door slightly ajar and the soft moans of pleasure drifting through the air.
What the fuck? Who in the hell is she in there with?
We all realize the thought at the same time as we slam open the door, ready to face the asshole who's pleasuring our woman.
Our woman? Where did that thought come from?
I'm starting to sound like Zander, Owen, and Reese with their unreturned claim on Maggie. But damn it, if I'm going to let anyone but Monk, King, or myself touch Wynn.
The sight that greets us is one I never could have imagined. A naked Wynn with one hand gripping one of her glorious breasts and the other buried deep between her legs, with the water pulsing down on her skin and a pleasing look in her eyes through the glass door of the large shower.
"Please help me. I can't come." She drops her eyes as if angry with herself for begging for our help.
Fuck that. If our woman needs our help to orgasm, then we'll do it—it's our job to pleasure her.
She doesn't have to ask twice as we strip off our clothes and shoes, scattering them everywhere in our haste to get to Wynn.
"I got you, Mermaid." Monk gets to her first, replacing her hand with his much larger one between her legs.
Instead of the jealousy I expect to feel from someone else touching her, it turns me on even more, and I stroke my cock, watching Monk slide one hand between her legs as the other one plays with her breasts, all the while he rubs his body against her backside, his cock sliding between her thighs. "That's it, Wynn. Let us help you."
"Once, only this once." She moans, grinding her hips into his hand, and I have to squeeze my cock in fear of coming too early at the look of sheer pleasure on her face.
King must feel the same as I glance over and see him stroking his cock.
A strangled cry from Wynn has me shifting my gaze back to her and Monk. Her eyes are darting between my cock and King's while she licks her lips. All the while Monk continues to thrust his cock through her thighs until she cries out her release.
Damn, King and I didn't get a turn touching her, but that's fine. At least she was able to come with Monk's help—her pleasure is all that matters.
Monk shuts off the water and leads Wynn out of the glassed-in shower. With her hair soaking wet and the water still clinging to her body, she looks exactly like the mermaid Monk calls her.
King hands her a towel, coming to his senses before I do to take care of our woman. Instead of drying herself off as I expected, she drops the towel to the floor. "Since it's only going to be one time, there are a few more things I want to do, " she says before dropping to her knees on the towel and motioning for us to come closer to her.
We do as she instructs, circling her until she can reach out and take what she wants. Her right-hand reaches for King's cock as her left-hand reaches for Monk's cock, leaving her open mouth to mine.
I step forward, pushing my length deep into her throat, holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back to let her breathe. She greedily tries to swallow me whole when I push forward again ,causing my balls to tighten painfully, needing a release. But I hold off by wrapping my hand around her hair to control her movements, taking her as deep or as shallow as I want. She tries to resist at first, but I smack her ass with my other hand, reminding her who's in charge.
"None of that greedy girl. Your throat belongs to us now. We'll be the ones to decide how slow, how fast, or how deep you'll take us, but you'll always swallow when you're with us."
Her eyes roll back as she moans around my cock, her hands feverishly working King and Monk's cocks at a rapid pace. The sight of my cock in her mouth as she jacks off two other guys is too much to handle. My hips press into her face as I hold her mouth firmly against my balls and empty myself into her warm mouth. "Fuck! Yes, Princess!" I shout, pumping my hips back and forth, watching as she tries to swallow all my cum. "That's it, drink it all down." I coax, rubbing what's leaking out of her mouth onto her creamy tits, marking her with my seed.
After the last of my body's aftershocks from the orgasm, I release her hair and step back, pulling my cock out of her hungry mouth. Damn it, she doesn't look good with my cum running down her chin. I lift my finger to her chin and scoop up my cum and feed it to her. "Next time, you need to swallow all of it, or you'll be punished." She licks my fingers clean, moaning as she does her hands, never stopping their rhythm as she continues to stroke Monk and King.
She turns her attention to King's cock, and I feel sorry for her as I notice we all have large cocks. Her jaw is going to hurt tomorrow. But for now, she's all ours.