7. Liv
7
LIV
A iden’s words reverberate through my brain on a seemingly endless loop.
The correct answer is no for several reasons.
I got involved with a pro player while working in Minnesota, and let’s just say, that was enough to turn me off of hockey players for the rest of my life.
Then there’s Max and Dad. They treat me like a princess, which would be cool if that involved showering me in gifts and the freedom to do whatever I wanted. Instead, they have the mentality that locking me in a tower and not allowing anyone to see me until they’ve proven their worth is the right way to go.
Dad’s going to be in Scotland in two months with Mom, but Max…
No. I’m not going down that rabbit hole right now.
What happened ten years ago made things super awkward between us for months, but spending these past few weeks with them, hanging around the house with me and Max, has made me realize why we were such close friends and how much I’d missed them.
Do I really want it to get awkward again?
On the other hand, when things were good, they were amazing .
Ever since I left for college, I’ve been searching for someone who could make me feel the way they did over the course of that summer. To this day, I still haven’t found anyone like them.
I can’t stop thinking about them. The only thing I’ve been able to dream about since I returned is the feel of their hands on me.
And now they’re here in my hotel room.
I know I should send them away but I don’t want that. What I want right now is the three of them.
“Liv?”
“Yes?”
“You got really quiet,” Aiden says, concerned. “Are you okay?”
I scramble for the right words but I can’t find them. My hands are shaking with a mix of anxiety and desire.
Just say yes, I want to do this again. It’s not that hard.
I try, but my mouth refuses to work.
This isn’t like me. I can talk to anyone about anything and I am nowhere close to shy in the bedroom. I tell people what I want and when I want it, and if they don’t like it, they can leave.
So why do I feel like I’m sixteen and trying to tell them I want them all over again?
Taking my silence as a withdrawal of consent, Dimitri stands and cups my cheek apologetically. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. I just got caught up in the moment. I’m sorry.”
Connor detangles himself from me, then gives me a peck on the cheek. “We’ll go back to our rooms now, alright?”
“Don’t go.”
It’s barely more than a whisper, but it stops them at the door.
Just feeling their eyes on me makes me ache and my hands twitch at the thought of touching them.
Don’t just stand there. Tell them what you want.
“Seeing you all again and falling into old patterns stirred up some old feelings.” I begin. “From the way you’ve all been looking at me, it seemed like you were thinking along the same lines.
“I wanted you to come to my room and I wanted to make sure there’d be nothing in the way when you did. I called you out on purpose, Dimitri. I made sure to accidentally bump into the coaches when Max was walking me out to make sure he’d stay occupied. One last time won’t hurt anything, right? Just to get it out of our systems so we can go back to…”
Aiden’s lips crash into mine. His kiss is possessive, demanding even. It’s like he wants to take everything I have and then some.
He grabs my ass and lifts me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist as my hands tangle in his wavy brown hair.
Panic tightens in my chest for a second when I feel myself dropping backward until my back hits the mattress. Aiden climbs on top of me, pressing scorching kisses on every inch of my bare skin before I can even catch my breath.
I’m going to combust into a ball of flame any minute now.
I need more.
I push hard on his shoulders and roll us so I’m on top of him. He struggles to regain control but stops as I slide myself up his body.
I can slow down later but if this is the only night I ever get with them again, I need his lips on my clit, and I need that now.
I squeal in frustration when strong arms wrap around my waist, yanking me backward.
“Not so fast, angel,” Connor whispers in my ear. “Did you really think you could take what you wanted and just run away like last time?”
“I didn’t…”
His hand claps over my mouth. “You may have set this little escapade into motion, but it’s my game and my rules.”
I bite his hand in protest and he pulls my hair.
The moan that comes out of my mouth is embarrassingly loud.
“Did you forget that we know exactly how to handle you? You’ll get everything you want if you listen like a good girl. If you don’t, well, we’ll just have our fun and leave. Understand, angel?”
I nod.
“Got a safe word?”
My response is muffled by his hand.
“Sorry,” he says, then kisses my neck. “This part’s important.” His hand shifts from over my mouth to around my neck. “Go on. Say it again.”
“Phoenix.”
“Our old safe word. I can only speak for myself, but that’s pretty flattering.”
“I’m feeling way beyond flattered,” Dimitri growls.
Connor chuckles low in his throat. “See what you do to us, angel? We’re half-crazy just from the thought of getting to touch you again. And you were going to leave us out? I don’t think so.”
“I just want?—”
“I know exactly what you want , but what you need is something else entirely.”
His hands slip under my bra to cup my bare breasts, and my body trembles.
“But because I’m a gentleman, I’ll give you a chance to use that safe word and tell you what we’re going to do to you. What is it again?”
“Phoenix.”
I gasp as he pinches my nipple.
“Good girl. You ready for me to tell you what I want now?”
“Please.”
“I’m going to keep you at the edge of the bed just like this. Aiden’s going to come to you and bury his tongue in your pussy. Now, I know you’re wondering, how does that differ from what you were about to do, but the thing with your plan, angel, is that the headboard wouldn’t have left Dimitri much room to play with your ass, would it?”
I shake my head.
“What was that?”
“No, it wouldn’t”
“See, this way, he gets to tease you and help hold you steady at the same time. Now say thank you.”
My center pulses with heat at the image he puts in my head.
“Thank you for looking out for me, but?—”
He nips my earlobe. “But what?”
“But what about you? I want, I need?—"
“See, this is exactly why we call you angel. You are just too perfect. I’m going to be up there,” he gestures to the head of the bed. “And I’m going to be touching myself to the sight of your face as they fuck you.”
My heart starts to race and my breath becomes jagged.
“You like the idea of that, don’t you? Me stroking my dick to the sight of our friends fucking you?”
“Yes.”
He lets go so abruptly that if Dimitri hadn’t swooped in and grabbed me, I would have fallen off the bed.
Dimitri taps the side of my hip with his finger. “You’re going to want to take these off for me, angel.”
“Move them to the side or tear them off— whatever’s faster. I don’t care. I’m going to die if you don’t touch me soon.”
Connor smirks. “You heard the lady. Tear them off.”
It takes less than two seconds for my panties to hit the floor in two pieces.
Dimitri bites my ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark, and I moan.
“Can I take that to mean you’re ready for me?” he asks.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg.
Six years.
Six years of taking charge and getting nothing that I want in the bedroom is completely undone after only a few moments with these men.
I trust them to take what they want without making me feel anything but pleasure.
I feel Dimitri’s tongue tracing the rim of my ass.
My legs start to shake, but before they give out completely, Aiden’s hands grip the insides of my thighs.
“Don’t worry, Angel. You won’t fall until we want you to,” he promises. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”
I feel Dimitri’s hand on my back, shifting me forward to an angle that’s better for the both of them.
My hands hit the mattress with a smack.
The feel of their tongues caressing the most sensitive parts of me has me digging my nails into the sheets so hard I’m worried I’ll leave puncture marks in the mattress.
I’m not sure I even know my own name anymore.
The only thing I’m aware of is the knee-buckling pleasure spreading through every nerve in my body.
“Don’t fight it, angel.”
My head snaps up to where Conner is sitting at the top of the bed.
He strokes himself slowly and when our eyes meet, a lazy grin forms across his face.
I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of him.
I don’t care how it happens, but I need him in my mouth, now.
He must be able to read my mind because he chuckles and says, “Don’t worry. We’ll get there. What I need from you is to come for us. Can you do that for me, angel?”
As if waiting for permission, an orgasm rips through me as soon as he says it.
Dimitri’s tongue slips out of my ass, and I whimper at the loss of contact.
“You want more?” he asks.
I look at Connor for permission.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but the only person who can tell him yes is you.” He smiles. “Tell him what you want, angel.”
“Fuck my ass, Dimitri. I need you inside me.”
He gives my ass one last stroke with his tongue, then eases slowly inside me. Between Aiden’s lips around my clit and Connor’s filthy encouragement, it doesn’t take me long to relax into the feeling, establishing a steady rhythm.
A few moments later, I’m pressing my ass harder against him, begging for more.
He takes my very obvious hint and fucks me harder.
“There’s my good girl,” Connor praises. “As soon as he comes inside that tight little ass, I’m going to bury my dick in your pussy and fuck you until you scream.”
“And Aiden?” I gasp.
“He’s spent this whole time doing nothing but pleasing you. I think it’s only fair he gets to fuck your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please. I want it. I need to feel…” My stomach muscles tighten. “Oh fuck, I’m so damn close.”
Dimitri reaches around and tweaks my nipple at the same time Aiden hums around my clit.
My body tenses, my breath coming in frantic little gasps as the orgasm storms through with a passionate violence that drags Dimitri right along with me.
I scream with pleasure at the feel of his seed spilling inside me.
I don’t register that both Dimitri and Aiden have moved before Connor makes good on his promise to bury his cock into my dripping pussy.
“Fuck, angel. You’re so wet.”
When we hit a rhythm that makes my toes curl, my arms shaking from holding myself upright, Aiden comes back and kneels on the mattress in front of me.
“Are you?—”
His words devolve into a moan as I wrap my lips around his dick.
I fuck him with my mouth with the same intensity and fervor that Connor is fucking my pussy.
We’re a mess of moans and the sounds of skin hitting skin.
At this point, I don’t know where I start and they end.
When we come, we come together, and I don’t know whose pleasure I’m experiencing more, theirs or mine.
We collapse on the bed in a heap, our breathing ragged, and the last thing I remember thinking before sleep claims me is, I know I’ll never be satisfied by doing this just one time.