30. Sharing
Sharing
TALIA
For a second there, I was sure Macklin would kick Becks out of the room.
Instead, here I am, caught between the two men I can’t stop thinking about. The two men I can’t stop wanting, no matter how wrong that is.
The thing is that nothing has ever felt as right as having their arms around me, their mouths on me.
And the best part of it is that I have all the power here.
Macklin has been telling me that with his eyes every time we’ve crossed a line. He finally whispers it to me after helping me out of my jersey. His jersey.
“Becks and I will do anything you want, baby. Is that what you want? Both of us here to make you feel good, together?”
I nod and turn around to kiss his brother.
Macklin’s support makes me feel more confident, bolder. And before the kiss can get too deep, I lift Becks’s shirt to expose his ripped, muscular chest.
He gets the hint and pulls his t-shirt over his head the rest of the way.
The second that obstacle is gone, his mouth is back on mine.
His smooth, warm skin feels like heaven against mine; our chests are smashed together, my nipples reduced to two aching points, straining against the lace of my bra.
As Beck kisses me deeper, Macklin’s lips trail down the back of my neck, tracing the fabric of my bra.
Macklin says I can have what I want, and I’m not ashamed that I want more.
More of their solid bodies against me, more of their mouths on me. Up until last night, I had been barely touched by a man, and sex is still quite new. But I feel safe with them. I trust them not to ever hurt me, at least physically.
“This ok, baby?” Mack whispers, touching the clasp of my bra.
“Yeah.” I turn to respond, still keeping my arms around Becks’s neck.
When my bra slides down my arms, Becks’s blue eyes trail the movement.
Macklin has seen all of me, but with Becks, I’m in uncharted waters.
For a second, that familiar fear of inadequacy makes me want to cover my chest with my arms.
The way he looks at me, though, is all the reassurance I need.
“Fuck, Talia.” He murmurs after a long moment. “You’re perfect.”
His lips find mine again, but this kiss is quick and teasing. Becks’s mouth travels down my throat, past my collarbone, and then he hesitates.
He lifts those bright blue eyes to look at me, asking for my permission.
I nod and Becks kisses the swell of my chest, cupping my tits in his big, slightly rough hands.
“Fuck,” Macklin rasps out as he watches his brother close his lips over one of my nipples. “You look so hot while Becks kisses your tits, baby. Does it feel good?”
“So good.” I close my eyes, leaning against Macklin’s strong chest.
His solid body behind me makes me feel safe and protected, and I dare more.
I push my ass against him when Becks shifts his attention from one breast to the other.
“Talia likes to feel your teeth on those pretty nipples. Don’t you, baby?”
“Hmm, yeah.” I moan half to agree with that statement and half because Becks immediately follows his brother’s instructions, making me see stars and fireworks.
Macklin’s hands tease the waistband of my jeans as he peppers the side of my face with light kisses. “Shall we take these off?” He whispers so that only I can hear him.
I nod for the umpteenth time tonight, and he surprises me when he doesn’t pop the button of my jeans like I was expecting.
“Becks, help Talia with her jeans, please.”
When Becks releases the nipple he was tormenting with his teeth, I almost cry out my disappointment. But Macklin cups my tits from behind me, rubbing his slightly rough palms against the sensitive points.
I kick my shoes off when Becks slides my jeans down my legs.
He looks at the light blue panties with that same expression he had before, when he took my jersey off and saw the matching bra. He likes what he sees.
“Do you want more, baby?” Macklin whispers again.
“Yes,” I answer just as softly.
His voice dips even lower when he asks the next question. “Do you trust me?”
I don’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”
“Becks, Talia wants to feel good. Get down on your knees, brother.”
Becks looks from Macklin to me.
I answer the silent question in his blue eyes. “Please, Becks.”
Nothing could have ever prepared me for the sight of this tall, powerful hockey player getting on his knees in front of me.
His hands go to my hips, and he looks at me for a long moment before he says something unexpected.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the night we met.”
But I don’t have time to dwell on his words. His lips on my skin are all I can focus on.
Becks’s open mouth trails down my stomach, from my belly button to the fabric of my panties. He stops right before the apex of my thighs, his warm breath fanning over the part of me that’s pulsing with need.
He sucks on my clit through the thin lace, and I’m grateful for Macklin’s presence behind me, or I don’t think my knees would support me.
As Becks continues to kiss and suck on my most sensitive spot, pleasure begins building, hot and searing.
If he keeps this up, I’m going to come, but I want… more.
And I don’t even have to say it.
Macklin knows. Since we made our deal, the Cove Knights’ captain has been in tune with my deepest, darkest desires. It’s uncanny. Even now, he knows exactly what I want before the thought forms in my mind.
“Do you want Becks to take your panties off, baby? So you can feel his mouth on your clit?” This time he doesn’t whisper it into my ears. He asks the question out loud so that his brother can hear it.
I look at Becks as I answer. “Yes.”
The muscle in Becks’s jaw pops as he drags my panties down my hips. He keeps his eyes on mine the entire time, making me feel like he’s baring way more than my body.
Before Macklin, I had never even asked myself what I wanted. But he showed that I’m allowed to want things and to pursue my desires. As long as I don’t hurt others, there’s no shame in wanting to feel good.
If Becks’s mouth felt delicious over my panties, I wasn’t prepared for the burning hot pleasure that hits me when his mouth presses against my bare skin.
His lips are soft and warm, and he applies just the right amount of pressure.
My clit pulses and a choked sound escapes from me.
That’s Becks’s cue to do it again and again.
He’s kissing my clit the same way he was kissing my mouth earlier, using his lips and his tongue to rub, lick and massage the tight bundle of nerves.
For a second, I think about how we would look if someone saw us right now.
Me naked between the two hot hockey gods.
With Macklin holding me in his arms from behind, trailing soft kisses down the side of my neck, and his brother on his knees in front of me, eating my pussy like he’s starving for me.
I don’t want this to end, but Becks’s mouth is hot, relentless.
“Oh God, I’m gonna—”
“Come for us, baby.” Macklin coaxes, giving me one last push over the edge.
Macklin
Fuck.
Talia is so beautiful when she comes that I can barely take it.
And I’m not completely sure how to feel about the fact that Becks is the one who’s giving her that pleasure.
Sharing my girlfriend with my brother wasn’t on my bingo card at the beginning of the night. But seeing them kiss scared me and turned me on at the same time.
It’s undeniable that there’s something between them.
I have no idea what held Becks back from making his move on Talia when it’s obvious that he wants her.
The problem is that I want her too. I’m fucking falling for her and I know my feelings aren’t just one-sided.
I could have told my brother to get lost when he knocked on my door earlier. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it when I know that Talia wants him. When I agreed to help her get his attention.
Talia wants me too, though. Or she wouldn’t have said that she wants to keep our deal going.
This whole situation has the potential to explode in our faces, hurting us all. But it’s too late to change course now.
I’m all in with her. And maybe the only way to figure this out is to let it play out, letting Talia call the shots.
All I know is that I’m not backing down and I intend to be the one she chooses at the end. Not as her fake boyfriend. With her, I’m playing for keeps. If Becks wants Talia, he’s going to have to fight for her.
In the meantime, I can’t deny that seeing them together is unexpectedly hot.
Talia squirms against my brother’s mouth when she gets too sensitive.
He gets up, watching as I hold her while she comes down from her high.
My mouth drags over the back of her neck as I hold her upright.
Watching her come apart while Becks went down on her was almost enough to make me follow her over the edge. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking hard in my entire life.
But I have to remember that sex is all still very new to her. If what she wants is to sleep in my arms, I won’t push for more. I’ll take care of my blue balls later.
I scoop her up and carry her to my bed, lowering onto the mattress like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
When she looks at me, her eyes are still glazed over with pleasure. “Macklin,” she pulls me to her, and I go willingly.
The awareness of Becks’s eyes on us doesn’t stop me from kissing her slowly and deeply. “You were so hot, coming all over Becks’s tongue, baby.” I praise.
She cups my jaw. “I know you liked it.” There’s a hint of amusement in her voice as her hand trails down my body.
I hiss when she rubs her palm against the bulge in my jeans. “We have to take care of this. And you have way too many clothes for me to do that.”
My cock pulses under her hand, but I resist every urge that washes over me. “Are you sure? You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel ready or comfortable with. If you’re sore, I can wait.”
“Take your clothes off, Macklin.” She orders.
“Fuck, I love it when you’re bossy.”
I shed my t-shirt, jeans, and underwear faster than lightning, and I climb on top of her.
Last night, after I took her for the first time, we tried a few more things. And when I joined her for breakfast after morning skate, one thing led to another we ended up with me behind her.