Chapter Twenty-Two
Carmen
A pparently, group settings were now my thing, or at least that’s what Ava wanted me to believe. The pay for this one was too good to pass up. However, she forgot a very important detail about tonight’s client—it was an entire fucking hockey team.
I took a deep breath as I walked into the private suite, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses echoing around me. The energy was electric, the anticipation thick in the air. I squared my shoulders and put on my best confident smile, ready to face whatever awaited me.
Ava had prepped me for the night, but nothing could have fully prepared me for the sheer number of athletes filling the room. Tall, muscular, and brimming with testosterone, they turned as one to look at me, their eyes raking over my body with unabashed interest.
“Gentlemen,”” I greeted, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “I’m Carmen.”
A chorus of greetings followed, some more respectful than others. I moved deeper into the room, my hips swaying with practiced ease. This was my stage, and I knew how to play my part.
The team captain, a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. “Carmen, it’s great to meet you. I’m Eric.”
“Nice to meet you, Eric,” I replied, my gaze locking onto his. There was something about him, a commanding presence that set him apart from the rest. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
Eric’s smile widened a hint of mischief in his eyes. “We’re celebrating our latest win. Thought we could use some company.”
I raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Celebrating, huh? And what exactly does that entail?”
He chuckled, his hand reaching out to lightly brush my arm. “A little bit of everything. Drinks, conversation… a little tossing and turning if you’re up for it.”
I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I think I can handle that.”
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the guys,” Eric said, taking me further into the room. I didn’t miss the way the guys devoured me with their eyes, and I wasn’t mad about it at all. I loved being the center of attention, especially in a room full of handsome men.
“God, you’re hot,” a tanned man sitting on the couch said as he took a large gulp of his beer.
I smiled, letting my gaze linger on him. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Eric guided me to a plush armchair, and I settled into it gracefully, crossing my legs. The players gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.
“So, Carmen, what do you like to do for fun?” one of them asked, a playful smirk on his lips.
I leaned back, letting my gaze sweep over the room. “Oh, I have a few hobbies,” I said coyly. “But I have a feeling tonight might introduce me to some new ones.”
The guys laughed, the sound rich and inviting. I felt the tension ease, the initial nerves melting away as I engaged in banter and flirtation. Drinks flowed, and the atmosphere grew warmer, more intimate.
Eric remained close, his hand occasionally brushing mine, sending sparks of electricity through me.
“You’ve got good taste, Eric,” one of the players said, raising his glass in a toast. “Carmen’s a keeper.”
“She sure is,” Eric agreed, his eyes never leaving mine.
The night wore on, and the playful touches grew bolder. Eric’s arm slipped around my shoulders, pulling me closer, while another player’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb stroking the fabric of my dress.
I could feel the heat building, a simmering tension that made my pulse race. The way they looked at me, touched me—it was intoxicating.
“So, Carmen,” Eric whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Ready for a little more excitement?”
I turned to face him, my lips inches from his. “Absolutely,” I whispered back.
With that, Eric stood, taking my hand and pulling me up with him. “Gentlemen, shall we kick this party up a notch?”
The room erupted in cheers and laughter, and I was led to the king-sized bed in the center of the suite. The anticipation was real, and my heart pounded in my chest. Eric guided me to the bed, his hands sliding down my arms as the other players gathered around. The tanned man from earlier approached, his eyes dark with desire.
“May I?” he asked, his hand hovering near my waist.
I nodded, my breath hitching as he touched me, his fingers slipping under the hem of my dress. Eric’s hands joined his, and together they lifted the fabric, revealing my lacy underwear.
“God, you’re stunning,” Eric murmured, his hands roaming over my curves.
The tanned man’s lips found my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. I moaned softly, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. More hands joined in, exploring, teasing, making me feel worshipped and desired.
“Let’s see just how much fun we can have,” Eric whispered, his voice thrilled me. He kissed me, hard and fast and our tongues danced together perfectly before his lips moved down to my neck and then my breasts. “Marcus, taste that pussy,” he says, motioning to the tanned man from earlier. I noticed the rest of the team, gathered all around him wasted no time in pushing down their pants and stroking their dicks, watching as their friends devoured me.
“Look how wet she is,” he marveled, his breath hot against my skin. Marcus was quick to comply, kneeling between my thighs, his hands skimming up my legs. He pressed his lips to my inner thigh, his tongue tracing a slow, torturous path up to my core. My head fell back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping my lips as he tasted me. His mouth was skilled and hungry, sending waves of pleasure through me.
Just when I was about to moan from the pleasure Eric thrust his now fully erect cock in my mouth. As his hands found my hair I could feel the tip of his dick touching the back of my throat. As soon as I felt the first drop of precum dripping into my mouth, I began swallowing, trying to get every drop. As his balls slapped against my chin, he groaned, the sound making me even wetter.
Marcus continued to eat my pussy, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud and making me arch back with pleasure. My hands wandered over the chiseled bodies surrounding me, taking turns stroking cocks.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” one of the guys groaned.
The sensation was building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly. Eric pulled away just as I was about to reach my peak, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
“Don’t worry, Carmen. We’re just getting started,” he promised, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
One of the other players replaced Eric; he wasn’t as gentle as the captain and immediately shoved his huge dick all the way to the back of my throat, pushing my gag reflex to its limit. He pulled out and I took in a deep breath before he shoved it back inside, fucking my mouth roughly as Marcus continued his assault on my clit.
“That’s right, swallow that dick,” he growled, his hands fisting my hair. “You’re such a good little slut, taking it all.”
“Fuck, she’s a hot little whore,” Eric commented, watching with a hungry expression as his friend used me. “Do you like how Nathan fucks your mouth, Carmen?”
“Mhmm,” I managed, his cock muffling my words.
“God, she’s so fucking wet,” Marcus marveled, his fingers dipping into my slick heat. “I want to fuck her.”
“Not yet,” Eric replied, his gaze meeting mine. “Team captain goes first, buddy.” Marcus reluctantly withdrew, his lips glistening with my juices as the other teammate, Nathan, I assume, pulled out of my mouth, flipping me over on the bed. “On your knees,” he commanded.
I was eager to obey, settling into the position, my ass in the air, presenting myself to the captain. Eric gave my ass a sharp slap before shoving his dick into my soaked pussy. He gripped my hips, fucking me hard and fast, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the room.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my flesh. “You feel so fucking good, Carmen.” His friends wasted no time, now it was Marcus shoving his cock in my mouth as someone else grabbed my hand and had me stroke their dick. Another mouth was sucking on my breasts, the sensation was overwhelming and intense.
Eric pounded into me, his cock hitting just the right spot, and I felt the pressure building again. I moaned around Marcus’ dick, the vibrations making him groan with pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck my cock, slut,” he murmured, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“I want to fill that pussy up,” Eric growled, his rhythm growing erratic as he approached his peak.
“Fucking do it,” another teammate urged. “Come inside her.”
The filthy words sent me over the edge, my body shaking with pleasure as I came, my pussy clenching around Eric’s cock. That was enough to send him over the edge too. He groaned loudly, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling deep inside me. I felt him pull out, and when I glanced behind me, he was gathering some of his seed with his hand and spreading it around my sensitive skin.
“After tonight, I have a feeling you’re going to really like hockey,” Eric says with a chuckle as he places a kiss on my ass cheek, and I am so sensitive everywhere from the other men still touching me I almost come again.
Marcus takes his turn, replacing Eric, but he lays down on his back and pulls me on top of him. “Spread her,” he tells Nathan who wastes no time to join Marcus, spreading my legs wide on top of the other man. He thrusts his cock inside me with one swift move, making me whimper. He pounds into me mercilessly, his balls slapping against my skin as he fills me completely.
“Ride his cock,” another man orders, and I obey without hesitation. Marcus grips my hips, guiding my movements, urging me on as I grind against him.
“She’s such a good little slut,” one of the players murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he watches me.
“I want a taste,” Nathan says, stepping forward and kneeling between Marcus’ legs. He swipes his tongue over my clit, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through me.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, my head falling back as the pressure builds again. Nathan’s tongue is relentless, driving me toward the edge.
“Oh, god, yes!” I cry out as I come, my body trembling with the force of my release. Marcus continues to pound into my pussy from under me and when I watch what Nathan is doing my eyes widen with surprise. He grins, grabbing his stiff cock and pushing it into my pussy, where Marcus’s cock is still buried.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream out in pleasure. “You’re both so big!”
My eyes roll back into my head as the two men take turns slamming into me, stretching me wide. Their cocks rub against each other, and the friction is too much to bear. My body quakes, overwhelmed by the sensations, and I let go, coming hard. They keep going, though, fucking me through my orgasm, their rhythm relentless.
Marcus and Nathan’s combined assault left me trembling, barely able to hold myself up on my hands and knees. The sensation of both of them inside me was almost too much to handle. I could feel every inch of them, their cocks rubbing against each other, the friction sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body.
“Look at her,” Eric said, his voice full of admiration as he watched us. “She’s taking it so well.”
“Such a good little slut,” Marcus agreed, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrust up into me.
Nathan leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re fucking amazing, Carmen,” he murmured, his fingers digging into my thighs as he matched Marcus’s pace.
I was lost in the sensation, my body responding to their every touch. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the wet, slick noises of their cocks driving into me, and the low, primal groans of the men surrounding us.
“More,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. “I need more.”
“Fuck, she’s insatiable,” Marcus growled, his eyes dark with lust.
Nathan pulled out of me first, and Marcus followed, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more. But there was no time to catch my breath. Another player stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“You’re going to take all of us tonight,” he said, his voice a low, commanding growl.
“Yes,” I gasped, my body arching in anticipation. “Please.”
He thrust into me hard, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation of being so full again almost overwhelming. But I wanted it. I wanted all of them.
Eric moved to the side, his cock still hard. He watched us with a satisfied smile, his eyes locked onto mine. “Look at you,” he said softly. “You’re perfect.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I moaned as the player fucking me picked up his pace, his thrusts deep and relentless. Another player knelt in front of me, his cock pressing against my lips.
“Suck me,” he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head.
The room became a blur of movement and sensation. Hands and mouths were everywhere, touching, caressing, taking. I was filled from every angle, my body a vessel for their pleasure.
“She’s so tight,” the player inside me groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me harder.
“Her mouth is perfect,” the one in front of me agreed, his fingers tangling in my hair as he thrust into my mouth.
I could barely think, barely breathe, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. But I loved it. I loved every second of it. I came again, my body convulsing around their cocks, my cries muffled by the one in my mouth.
They kept going, fucking me through my orgasm, their rhythm never faltering. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body theirs to do with as they pleased. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the player inside me tensed, his movements becoming erratic. He groaned loudly, spilling his seed deep inside me. He pulled out, and another quickly took his place, his cock driving into me with a fierce intensity.
I was barely aware of the passage of time, my world narrowed down to the sensation of their cocks filling me, the heat of their bodies against mine, the rough, primal sounds of their pleasure. I was theirs, completely and utterly, and it was the most exhilarating, liberating feeling in the world.
When the last of them had finished, leaving me trembling and spent, I collapsed onto the bed, my body sore and satiated. Eric was the last to touch me, his hands gentle as he gathered me into his arms.
“You were incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Better than I ever imagined.”
I smiled weakly, my eyes closing as exhaustion finally took over. “Thank you,” I whispered.