22. Cara
twenty-two
Cara
T he team had killed it. Alec had played one of the best games of his life—two goals and five assists was a spectacular effort.
Monroe and I had watched every second of play from the front row at centre ice—the best seats in the house.
We were already in the stands when the Seals hopped over the boards for their warmup. Monroe and I had stood up, holding hands and cheering ourselves hoarse. We’d screamed Alec’s name for the whole sixteen minutes. He’d heard us loud and clear, too, if the shy smile he shot us as he left the ice was anything to go by.
The game was fast from the puck drop. The Seals only got stronger as the time ticked by. Each period, they were faster, and they looked like they were having a blast on the ice. I hadn’t seen that jubilation in any of the games they’d played here. There was no doubt they were good—amazing, in fact—but it wasn’t why I’d become a fan. When the Seals had joined the league, the whole team looked like they lived for moments on the ice. They’d played with a kind of joy that couldn’t be faked. But it’d been missing since they’d flown into Brisbane. They still played with a level of skill that was mind-blowing, except that they weren’t having fun. It was as if they were crumbling under the pressure, but now I understood that it wasn’t the game. It had been everything else.
Now that I knew what had happened, I understood. TMZ’s story had been the catalyst. The cheating scandal had left the team scrambling. Their loyalties were divided and their bond, their brotherhood, had been left teetering.
Not knowing what else to do, they’d iced out Alec and he’d retreated into himself.
But I had seen the old Alec shine through tonight. He hadn’t hesitated, even for a moment. He didn’t overthink anything. He got his stick on the puck and every time he did, it was like magic. He had made every play look like he could do it with his eyes closed.
I refused to think it was because we were on the outs. We were there cheering for him. He’d blown me a kiss after he’d scored the first time. That wasn’t walking away. That wasn’t an I’m-better-off-without-them reaction.
Now, two hours after the game finished, Monroe and I were standing in the hotel lobby waiting for him. We wanted him with us.
We’d left the Tennis Centre shortly after the buzzer. The arena, which hosted anything from the Australian Open to concerts—and now apparently ice hockey games—was only a short ride away, barely even out of the city. But it was taking forever for the team to arrive at the hotel.
I’d spoken with Zali earlier. She’d encouraged me to go for it. She’d reminded me that things weren’t always as they seemed, especially when the media twisted it. Alec wasn’t my dad. I may be angry and frustrated by the way he had reacted in my hotel room, but this thing between us—whatever we could become—was too important to let it go. I owed it to Alec not to paint him with the same harsh brush as I had my dad, and I owed it to both Monroe and myself to prioritize our happiness together. I had jumped to conclusions, and I shouldn’t have. After all, Alec might have had a perfectly innocent reason for being at his teammate’s house that night.
Out of everything, though, I just wished that someone had stood up for him. The team’s press release was decidedly neutral, and no one else had come out denying the rumours. Not even Alec. I guessed that he had a reason for it, but it left everyone to speculate, which I’d learned the hard way was so much worse.
Zali asked me if I trusted him. I had before I’d heard the gossip. He’d been kind and sweet to me. He’d let his walls down with us, and I’d seen who the real Alec Huxley was. The man was undeniably sexy, but there was so much more to him. He’d taken care of me. He’d been kind and introduced me to sex by showing me ecstasy, not by taking advantage. I hadn’t had much sex, but I knew the difference between a transactional hookup where the guy was after a hole and what we had. It meant something to all of us. It wasn’t just sex.
Maybe I was projecting, but in my heart, I knew that there was something real between us.
When Zali asked me if I believed that he could have intentionally hurt his teammate, that he could have lied and deceived him, I realized I didn’t need Alec to deny it. I didn’t believe that he was capable of hurting anyone like that.
I trusted him.
And that was enough.
I didn’t need to know the truth. If Alec wanted to share it, I’d be there for him. But I didn’t need him to tell me.
I looked across at Monroe, who was anxiously shifting his weight from side to side as he waited with me in the lobby, and knew he felt the same. He’d been angry and hurt, completely blindsided by Alec and the way he’d walked into the room swinging. But Monroe wanted this, too, and no matter what form their relationship took, I was behind them one hundred percent.
The bus finally pulled up, and Monroe reached for my hand. He squeezed it tight. He bit his lip. The furrow in his brow and his wide eyes gave away just how nervous he was. I loved that Alec meant so much to him too. My beautiful man had such a big heart.
I smiled at him and squeezed his hand tight. He stepped closer, then wrapped his arms around me from behind. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and breathed slowly. When I snuggled into him, Monroe’s nerves seemed to melt. He went lax against me and pulled back after a moment to kiss my temple.
“If Alec doesn’t want to talk about his past—”
“Then we respect that,” I finished, and his lips curved up in a smile against my cheek. He turned my face and kissed me again, his tongue teasing mine with barely there touches. I sighed happily, my legs turning to jelly and my whole body aching to get close to both of them again.
“Mmm,” he hummed.
I leaned back into the bulge in his jeans that pressed against my butt. He hadn’t pushed me—in fact, Monroe had insisted that Alec be the first one inside me because of his size—but I was ready now. Well, ready enough to try taking him inside me at least. He was so big, it was intimidating. But I wanted it. What was the saying? No pain, no gain? I just hoped it didn’t hurt too much.
The team filed into the lobby, and I waved the purple, silver, and black flag I was holding. I wanted to scream and shout, to cheer for them and have the whole lobby participate, but just the thought made my throat close up and heat flush my cheeks.
Monroe pulled back a touch and whistled before he shouted, “Go Seals!” In an instant, it was as if the whole lobby was in on it. The dozen or so people in jerseys sitting in the bar celebrating and equally commiserating cheered them too. I called out, shouting even though I was hoarse. I did better with the flag, waving it high.
Rune stopped in his tracks and laughed. My cheeks flamed. I wanted to hide, but Rune fist bumped me on the way past, and I beamed. The other boys on the team joined in with the cheers, whooping and yelling themselves. Jackie stopped and hugged me before slapping Monroe on the back, while Hewitt high fived us. They made a beeline for the bar, most of the team following, to the delight of the fans there. The boys had a day off tomorrow, and they were already celebrating.
Alec pressed his lips together in a small smile as he walked past us. But it was forced. The flag stilled as I stopped waving it.
Monroe snagged Alec’s arm, stopping him. I raced around him, stepping into his path. Alec gestured with his free hand and murmured, “The team are celebrating.”
“Stay,” I begged. “Just for a minute. Please, hear us out and then join them.”
“I want to, but I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Roe asked, and Alec closed his eyes.
He looked down at the floor for a moment before squaring his shoulders and opening his eyes. He was looking past me, refusing to meet my stare. Monroe slid his hand down Alec’s forearm until his pinkie was flirting with Alec’s.
Alec shivered.
Monroe didn’t wait for him to answer before he added, “Please, just give us a few minutes to hear what we have to say. We won’t keep you long if you want to party with the team.”
Alec dropped his gaze to mine, and the conflict I saw there was a kick in the guts. I sucked in a sharp breath. My chest squeezed tight. Why was he unsure? Was it because he actually thought he was better off without us?
I hesitated before reaching up slowly and cupping his cheek. I wanted to kiss him more than anything. I carded my fingers through the hair at his nape and tugged him down to my level to kiss him, just a soft and sweet press of our lips together. I pulled back, praying that it wasn’t the last kiss of his I’d ever have.
“You cheered for me tonight,” he commented, his voice soft and filled with awe.
“We did,” I replied.
“I know we need to talk, but I’m scared,” he confessed, leaning into my touch. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine.
“We won’t hurt you,” I promised.
His smile was sad when he said, “I didn’t think they would either.”
“We’re not them.” I stroked his face with my thumbs before running my fingertips over his cheeks. Monroe and I had both wanted privacy for this conversation, preferring for Alec’s sake not to have it where anyone could overhear us talking.
“Come upstairs with us, Alec,” I urged.
His nod was small but decisive. I led us to the lifts before he could change his mind. When the doors slid open a moment later, we stepped inside. The ride up to the twelfth floor was quiet, even though we were the only people in the cab.
Monroe swiped his card, and we crossed the threshold to his room a moment later. Alec stopped in the middle of the space and slid his hands into his pockets, waiting. Monroe faced him head-on, but it wasn’t confrontational. It was beseeching.
He drew me into his side before he said, “I owe you an apology.” At exactly the same time Alec spoke, saying, “I’m sorry.” They smiled at each other, the warmth in their gazes making my insides tingle.
“Please, let me speak first,” Monroe said, and Alec gestured for him to continue. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have thrown those rumours in your face. It was hurtful.”
He blew out a breath and rubbed his stubbly beard. The silver hairs were a beautiful contrast against his tanned skin. I wanted to memorize every inch of him. I wanted to trace every part of him with my fingertips and follow with my lips.
“My past is… difficult,” he continued. “I lost nearly everything, and it came far too close to breaking me. I have my daughter and two very good friends to thank for me being here today. When you mentioned the podcast, I immediately went on the defensive, and that wasn’t fair to you.”
“No, me bringing it up wasn’t fair to you. I was angry at the article and the shitstorm on social media. I was even more afraid of my feelings for you. But instead of protecting both of you from the trolls like I should have, I lashed out. I pushed you away. You didn’t even get to ask me if the rumours were true before I started accusing you of keeping secrets—”
“We don’t believe them,” I reassured him, resting one hand on his chest and sliding the other around his waist. “We’re here if you want to talk about them. We’ll both listen, but you don’t have to tell us.”
“Gauthier knows,” Alec admitted. “Or he suspects something.” He pressed his lips into a tight smile. “I want to tell you too. But maybe not right now?”
“We’re here whenever you’re ready,” Monroe offered. He rested his hand on Alec’s shoulder before moving it to his nape and threading his fingers into Alec’s hair. Alec melted into his touch, soaking up the tiny display of affection.
Monroe’s voice pitched deeper when he spoke again and was softer, too, as he promised, “That’s what we wanted to tell you—we’re here. We want to be here for you and with you. I don’t need to know what’s in your past. I’m here now. Cara’s here now. We wanted to put that out in the open.”
“I’m here now too,” Alec murmured. He reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering at my jaw. I licked my lips, and Alec’s eyes darkened. “I need to feel you,” he rasped.
“No celebrations with the team?” Monroe asked, his lips tilting up in a smirk.
“Maybe another time.”
Monroe hummed appreciatively and led us to the bed. He flipped down the covers, sending the pillows tumbling all over the place, and ordered, “Get naked, beautiful.”
Monroe’s words rolled over me like a storm, gathering in intensity as he eyed me like a starving man ready to gorge himself at a Vegas buffet.
I reached for the hem of my jersey, the one with Alec’s number on it, but he stopped me. “I love seeing you wearing my number. It’s like my own stamp of ownership.”
Monroe chuckled and moved behind Alec to slip his jacket off his shoulders. “You’re ours, too, Alec.”
Alec nodded and a needy whimper escaped from his throat. Goodness, he was sexy. Monroe continued, his voice dark and delicious, filled with sinful temptation. “Fill Cara up, Alec. Get her nice and wet and stretched for me so I can feel her pussy hugging my cock.”
Yes.
My kitty throbbed, and Alec moaned softly. Monroe tugged Alec’s tie loose and bit down gently on his shoulder. Alec pushed his butt back, rubbing himself on Monroe like a cat.
“How many times should we make her come?” he asked Roe.
My kitty throbbed, every nerve ending in me lighting up. I rubbed my legs together. My panties were damp, and I was so sensitive that every movement sent shocks of sensation through me.
“We’ll make her legs shake, and when she can’t handle any more, I’ll get my dick inside you, Alec.”
I watched enraptured as Monroe grasped Alec’s butt and squeezed tight. “I want this sexy ass to strangle my dick. I want to see you explode without you touching your cock.”
“Yes,” Alec moaned. “Fuck, I need your dick in me.”
“Cara,” Monroe called, and I startled. I was so focussed on them that I’d zoned out. Monroe moved his hands back to Alec’s shirt and slowly undid each button to reveal a widening sliver of skin. I licked my lips, and Monroe continued, “Show us that pretty pussy, gorgeous. We want to see all your sexy curves.”
I whimpered, flat-out moaned, and reached for my skirt. It was frilly and purple and matched perfectly with my jersey. I slid it down my legs, and the material pooled by my feet. I was left in a new pair of black tights, Chucks, and my jersey. I swallowed. They’d seen me naked before and had made me feel beautiful. I knew this wouldn’t be any different, but it didn’t make it easier to expose myself like that.
Alec fell to his knees before me, and I gasped, anticipation thrumming through my veins. Monroe shifted his hands into Alec’s hair, loosening his bun and letting the strands fall free. He ran his fingers through it, tugging gently on the ends. Alec moaned, stilling as Monroe momentarily played with his hair. When he stopped, Alec took the hint and made quick work of my shoes.
I toed them off and inched my jersey up, wishing he didn’t have quite a prime view of my belly roll curled over the tights around my waist. Alec slid his hands up my legs and pressed his face against the juncture of my thighs, breathing me in. He exhaled long and slow, and I moaned. He moved his hands around to my butt, palming it as he pressed a line of kisses to my kitty.
Then he nuzzled me with his nose and curled his fingers under my tights. He tugged them down. “Show me your curves, pretty girl,” Alec begged, and it made me brave. I lifted up my jersey and tossed it aside, together with the black thermal shirt I’d worn underneath it.
“Strip everything off, Cara. I need to see you,” Monroe ordered, not taking his eyes off me.
Heat bloomed in my cheeks. But it wasn’t embarrassment. It was desire. Monroe licked his lips, his chest rising and falling as he sucked in one deep breath after another. The tenting in his jeans was unmissable, his cock a thick rod pointing toward his hip.
Alec rolled my tights down my legs and slipped them off my feet. I was standing there naked except for my bra and panties. They were the sexiest pair I owned—a pale pink matching set with tiny strawberries printed on the cotton. The waistline had a cute little pink bow on it, and there was another one between my breasts.
Their expressions were filled with awe. Desire radiated from them.
They wanted me, curves and all, not in spite of them. Shy, inexperienced me.
They showed me just how beautiful they thought I was, and I believed them. I was beautiful.
It was empowering.
It didn’t matter that my belly wasn’t flat, my thighs were thick, and my butt was big and round. Monroe and Alec loved every part of me.
“Fuck me, you’re sexy,” Alec rasped, fingering the edge of my panties. “On your back on the bed, sweetheart. Spread those pretty legs so I can get you ready for my cock.”
Wetness coated the insides of my thighs, and I squeezed them together, desperate for some friction. When I climbed onto the bed, Monroe followed. He flicked open my bra and eased it off my shoulders. My breasts tumbled free. My nipples instantly hardened despite the heat being on in the room.
I lay down and pressed my knees together, but Alec was there, easing my panties down. My kitty tingled in anticipation.
Alec bunched up my panties and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “I could get drunk on your scent, beautiful. But I want to taste you more.”
I shivered. The constant praise from both of them was like riding in a hot air balloon—it took me higher and higher with every word.
He splayed his hands and ran them down my legs. When he got to my ankles, he grasped them and spread my legs wide. I was open to him, completely exposed. He could see the evidence of my desire, and it only seemed to turn him on more.
“You’re both wearing too many clothes,” I breathed, my voice thready as need overtook me.
Monroe went for Alec and undid his cufflinks before tugging off his shirt. His pants, underwear, and socks followed soon after.
Alec was battered and bruised, dark marks blooming on his shoulder, hip, and down his thigh. I knew exactly when he’d gotten it. The Kings’ defenceman had slammed him into the boards after Alec had passed off the puck. Our man had gotten a powerplay from it, Gauthier scoring off Alec’s assist. It was the final goal of the game and the last time he’d been on the ice.
“Are you sore?” Monroe asked, trailing his fingertips near Alec’s injury.
Alec smiled at Monroe’s concern, his eyes filled with warmth. “A little, but I’ll be fine. I’m made of tough stuff.”
“I don’t want fine, Alec. I don’t want you to endure this. I want to make it fucking spectacular.”
Alec moaned. His eyes fluttered closed, and his lips parted on an exhale. Monroe ran his hand down Alec’s back, and he arched into his touch. He shifted onto all fours and rested his forehead on my mound. Monroe touched his uninjured hip and said, “Spread your knees, babe.”
Alec did so. His back was perfectly arched as he presented himself to Monroe. I could imagine how sexy the view was, but knowing Monroe was hard because of both of us was even sexier.
Monroe didn’t waste any time after that. He shucked off his clothing and retrieved a bottle of lube from his suitcase that he tossed on the bed after applying a liberal dose to his fingers. He brushed them down Alec’s crack, and he shivered, moaning again. The vibration zapped through me like I’d touched a live wire.
“You’re going to need about four fingers before you’re ready for my cock, Alec. So, for every orgasm you give our gorgeous girl, I’ll give you an extra finger.” Alec hissed and canted his hips back, and I threaded my fingers in his hair, urging him on. “And Cara’s going to need the same. So you give her what she needs, and I’ll do the same for you.”
“Make me come, Alec. I want Monroe buried inside both of us,” I begged.
I cried out at the first lash of Alec’s tongue, and Monroe swallowed my cries with his lips. He tasted sweet, and I couldn’t get enough.
Alec buried two fingers inside my kitty, and my feet scrambled for purchase on the bed. My entire body trembled from the way he worked me over. He sucked on my clit, and Monroe teased my lips with his barely there kisses.
The buildup was quick, my core muscles tightening around Alec’s fingers as he relentlessly tagged my G-spot and licked and nibbled my clit.
“Pinch your nipples, beautiful. Show me how pretty they are when they’re hard,” Monroe instructed as he hovered above me.
Alec flicked his gaze up, watching as I let go of his hair and reached for my breasts. I pinched my nipples, sending shocks of sensation down to my kitty like they were connected to one another by a direct line. Monroe braced himself above me with one hand, the other running circles around Alec’s hole.
Monroe closed his lips over my fingers, and he sucked and licked me. Lightning shot through me, and I gasped.
A sheen of sweat broke out over my skin.
My legs shook.
Alec moaned, and the vibration set off a chain reaction of ecstasy throbbing through me in time with Alec’s thrusts. I cried out, my toes curling as I shattered in their arms.
“Good boy giving our pretty girl what she needs,” Monroe praised and sank his finger inside Alec.
Alec cried out and pushed back, riding him. Watching them together was incendiary. These two men, gorgeous and so different, were so obviously turned on by what was happening. Monroe’s balls were drawn up tight, his shaft thick and as hard as nails. He dripped precum onto the comforter and I reached up, swiping the liquid from his tip. I wanted every drop. I brought my finger to my lips and licked it, my eyes rolling back at his taste.
Alec groaned and rocked back and forth, riding Monroe’s finger. His body was begging for more, his breaths choppy and his hips canted high.
We were daisy chained together, all of us connected. Alec teased me with another finger, but my core muscles were still clenching. The moment they released, relaxing enough for him to penetrate me, he slid another finger in.
My first orgasm hadn’t taken the edge off. I needed more. I needed it again and again. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and spread my legs wider, inviting Alec deeper. He scissored his fingers inside me. The pressure against my inner walls was a delicious stretch.
He rubbed his stubbled chin on my clit, and I saw stars.
He sucked me into his mouth and brushed his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I moaned.
He rubbed my G-spot, and my hips thrust up off the bed without any conscious thought on my part.
Alec worked me harder, overwhelming me with sensation. He was everywhere at once, his mouth and his hands all over me. I hadn’t even come down from the first orgasm and a second one was already building.
Oh God.
Monroe worked another finger inside him, and Alec pulled back, resting his head on my thigh as his body stretched to accommodate Monroe’s intrusion.
Alec went on like he had been, pouring his everything into making me come again and again. Every time I fell apart at the seams, he shouted out, his body going rigid before he relaxed again. I wasn’t sure what Monroe was doing to him, but Alec was going out of his mind, and I was reaping the rewards.
My legs were like jelly, my sweaty hair was plastered to my forehead, and my heart was beating like crazy when Alec pulled his mouth away from me. “I need you,” he moaned. His cock was glistening and red, precum beading at the tip.
I drew my shaking legs to my chest, and Alec surged forward. He fell to his elbows over me and lined himself up. He lifted his gaze to mine and pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth in a tease of a kiss.
Then his eyes rolled back, and he went rigid. “Roe,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. Fuck, I can barely see straight as it is.”
Monroe hummed, his bottom lip trapped firmly between his teeth as he looked between me and where he had his fingers buried inside Alec. Monroe snuck his tongue out to wet his swollen lip, and I wanted to suck on it.
“Get inside our girl, Alec. Make her come again. Get her all nice and wet for me. I want your spunk to be my lube,” Monroe growled, his voice like a spell hypnotizing us.
Alec shook his head and gasped. “Want you inside me when I come. Need you to split me open and fuck me so I can feel you for days.”
I moaned and reached for Alec, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to haul him closer. He came without argument, guiding his shaft inside me. The stretch was delicious. The throb in my kitty was sublime as he rocked forward slowly, his erection hitting me just right. He bottomed out in one long thrust. Then he stopped and breathed, his face a mask of concentration.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, and his shaft pulsed inside me. He withdrew, riding Monroe’s fingers before he slammed inside me again. My body jiggled from the movement, and Monroe moaned. The sounds we made were like an illicit symphony, all sex and want, and I loved it.
Alec pressed his weight against me and rolled his hips, grinding against my clit and G-spot at the same time. Sensation exploded through me, and I gasped, arching my back and rubbing my breasts against his smooth chest. We were sweat slicked and wet, and all I could focus on was the stretch of Alec’s hard shaft inside me.
“Fuck,” Alec hissed. “So close.”
He was on the edge, holding back his orgasm through sheer force of will. Alec braced his weight on one arm and slid his hand between us, thumbing my clit.
He pressed down, and I screamed, shattering in his hold.
Then Monroe was there, easing Alec out of me despite what he’d said about Alec coming inside me. Alec was still hard, his dick red and engorged, the vein on his underside pulsing. His balls were drawn up tight and precum dribbled from his tip in a steady stream. He collapsed to the side. He reached out to palm my mound, sliding his fingers through my wet folds.
I shivered and watched in awe as Monroe slicked up his cock with more lube. He asked, “Are you ready for me, Cara? Think you’re stretched enough?”
“God, yes,” I breathed, still not satiated.
He notched his dick against my kitty and pushed forward slowly. The stretch bordered on a burn, but the way he rolled his hips was magical. He inched forward inside me, rocking back and forth slowly until he hit the spot that whited out my brain and made my toes tingle.
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice breathy.
Monroe hooked my knee over his elbow and plastered his body to mine, pressing me into the mattress. The rasp of his chest hairs against my nipples set me on fire, and his girth stretched me so good. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to take him, but there I was, acing my advanced-level training class.
“That’s it, gorgeous girl. You’re doing so well,” he murmured against my ear, and I gasped, his praise lighting me up. “You love that, don’t you? We love telling you how sexy you are and what a good girl you are for coming on our cocks.”
I didn’t have the words to respond, the noise that came from me more animalistic than human. My brain went offline, and my body climbed toward another orgasm. I’d lost count of how many I’d had, but I knew I had one more in me—one I wanted to share with Monroe.
“Come on his dick, Cara,” Alec murmured. He shifted over until his lips were a hair’s breadth away from my breast, which was bouncing with every slow glide of Monroe’s hips. When he kissed me there, I arched up, trying to get closer. “Squeeze Monroe’s cock like you did to mine, sweet girl. Send him to heaven with your pretty pussy.”
The pulsing started deep inside me, contractions tightening my channel on Monroe’s shaft. Wave after wave of ecstasy hit me, and I sucked in breath after breath as it threatened to pull me under, drowning me in rhapsody. Star lights burst between my closed eyelids, and my body trembled.
Monroe growled. The noise was loud in my ear, and it set off a tsunami inside me. He snapped his hips forward time and time again, and I screamed once more, powerless to do anything except ride out my orgasm as my kitty strangled his erection.
Monroe rested his forehead on my shoulder, breathing hard. He pulled out slowly, his fingers clamped around the base of his angry cock. I was boneless, my whole body tingling as I gasped in breath after breath.
“Fuck, Alec. Need you,” he rasped.
I’d never seen Alec move so quickly. He flipped over, his erection bouncing as he shifted to his belly and spread his legs wide. He canted his hips, hiking his butt up, and he used both hands to brace himself against the headboard.
“Fuck me hard, Roe. Fucking unleash on me. I want to feel you for days.”
Monroe applied more lube to his shaft, shuddering despite the tightly clamped fingers he had around his base. He was on the edge but clearly wanted to make it good for Alec. He shifted, moving between Alec’s legs, and pressed himself against Alec’s hole. Monroe flicked his gaze to me and swallowed, trepidation in his gaze.
“Make him ours,” I rasped, encouraging Monroe.
Alec whimpered, and Monroe smoothed his hand down to his unblemished hip. With the other, Monroe guided his cock to Alec’s hole and eased his hips forward, breaching him.
Alec buried his face in the snow-white sheets and moaned. “More,” he gasped when Monroe paused.
Alec pushed back, taking Monroe to the hilt in one slow move. Oh, God. It was hands down the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Monroe clenched his jaw tight. He sucked in a breath and held it as Alec slowly pulled off and slammed his hips back, riding him.
I moved my hand to my kitty, fingering my clit as I watched Alec take what he needed. But my move triggered something in Monroe, his eyes, already blown out with lust, darkening more. He grasped Alec’s shoulders with a white-knuckled grip and punched his hips forward, the slap of their bodies connecting even louder than Alec’s shout. He drew back and slammed forward again, taking Alec in deep strokes that shook the bed and banged the headboard against the wall. It wasn’t fast, but it was hard—so hard that I knew Alec would be feeling Monroe for days.
“Fuck,” Alec gasped. “Fuuuck.”
His voice wobbled in time with the shaking bed, and I cried out, my orgasm smaller than the others, but it still sapped the last of my energy out of me.
Monroe pressed into him, grinding deeper before he wrapped his hand around Alec’s throat and pulled him back against his chest. With his arms wrapped around Alec, Monroe pumped his hips, and Alec shouted out. “Jesus, fuck,” Alec cried, and a drip of precum fell from his slit.
“Want to see you blow hands-free,” Monroe growled. “Paint Cara. Come now,” he urged.
Alec bellowed, and his body went rigid, every one of his muscles strung taut. I scrambled to move, lining up my breasts with Alec’s cock. He reached up and gripped Monroe’s nape. His body bowed, a stream of cum erupting from his slit. Pulse after pulse hit me, and I scooped some of it up with my fingers, then licked them clean.
Monroe shouted and punched his hips forward, his body trembling as he unleashed inside Alec.
They collapsed to the side, Monroe’s arms still around Alec. Monroe’s hips twitched, slowly rocking back and forth, and Alec shivered, more cum dripping from his slit.
Monroe slid his hand down and pumped Alec’s cock, brushing his thumb over the mushroom head. He scooped up the glistening liquid and held his fingers to my lips. I licked them clean and ran my fingers through the mess on my chest, presenting them to my guys. Monroe sucked on my fingers, and Alec moaned. He rasped, “Fuck me.”
“A good ‘fuck me’?” Monroe asked, the hint of vulnerability in his tone making me move to my knees and brush my fingers through Monroe’s hair.
“So fucking good,” Alec breathed. “Never want you to pull out. I want your dick buried inside me all the time.” He reached up and slid his fingers through his cum, rubbing it into me.
“Mmm, maybe we should get you a plug to train in,” Monroe murmured and grasped his wrist, bringing Alec’s fingers to his lips. He licked them clean, and Alec moaned. “I’ll keep you stretched for me so I can bend you over anytime. I’ll fuck your tight ass and Cara’s pretty pussy whenever I want.”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll get hard again,” he warned.
I moaned and spread my legs wider, inviting Alec inside me again. I’d had him already, but I was ravenous for more of both of them.
Monroe groaned. “I’m happy to watch, but I’m gonna need more time than that to participate. My refractory period isn’t what it used to be.”
“I don’t think I can get it up either,” Alec bemoaned, then tugged me closer. I fell forward, bracing myself on the headboard. He propped himself up on his elbow and licked me, cleaning the remainder of the cum off my chest.
Monroe shifted back and eased himself off the bed, then moved to the bathroom. The water ran, and less than a minute later, he was back with us. He wiped us down with wet facecloths before he raided the mini bar and brought two bottles of water to us.
I closed my eyes, bliss filling me. It wasn’t the high from the orgasms that was doing it. It was them. It was the way that Alec opened up and confessed his fears to us and the way Monroe cared for us. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind anymore that I was in love with them. We hadn’t said it yet, but I knew their feelings ran deep, too, and that turned it from terrifying to thrilling.