Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
ARI
Aiden uses his forearm this time to press me up against the lockers, putting enough weight behind it that I can’t easily maneuver my way out of his hold.
Reaching for my shorts, he shucks them off me without any care.
“Ahhh, nothing underneath.” Dropping his head, he inhales my scent.
“Rushed out of the shower and threw some clothes on to come confront me but didn’t bother with panties.
Perfect.” Aiden runs his pointer finger down my breasts and over my stomach, but stops right above my hip line.
“I wonder, Ari, did you ignore my warning because you wanted to see if you could make me angry and escape unpunished?”
He hums thoughtfully and responds to himself, “No, that’s not it.”
Aiden lets his finger drop further, pausing at the top of my core.
“Or did you actually want to see what I would do to punish you?”
I can feel the wetness between my legs, so I squirm, hoping to dislodge myself a little.
If he notices that I’m wet, he will think the answer is the latter.
But moving does not deter him. Instead of just his finger, he uses his entire palm to press me backward and still my motion.
“Don’t move.” The threat is clear. If I move, my punishment will be even worse than whatever he already has planned.
Without letting up the pressure, I feel his thumb move down just over my slit and stroke—lightly but enough that I feel my wetness seep out and onto his finger. I cant my hips—once—and let out a soft moan.
Fuck.
When he speaks his next words, his eyes gleam, “Your pussy is begging for my fingers, little venom. But that would be a reward, and this is a punishment.”
Shivering at his words, I watch as he grabs his hockey stick from his open locker next to me. Confusion and wariness spike as he sets the stick between us, letting the top rest against my sternum.
“You don’t get rewarded because you ignored my warning. And using my fingers to pleasure you would be a reward.”
He slides the hockey stick down, the tip dragging along the same path that his finger just took. My eyes widen in shock as I realize his plan. When the butt of the stick hits a low enough angle, Aiden adjusts it so that it sits right on my clit. My thighs quiver at the unfamiliar sensation.
Holding it firmly in place, Aiden warns, “You are not moving until you come from grinding on the tip of my hockey stick.” That’s my only warning before he pushes the stick harder against my clit.
“Aiden, no. I am not going to get off on a goddamn hockey stick.” I try to move, but with the way his forearm is placed on my chest and my current angle, I am rendered immobile.
“Don’t fight me, Ari. You are not moving from this spot until you come. You asked for this.”
Aiden’s deep voice causes me to clench my thighs, and the pressure from the tip sends sparks to my core. I am so horny, but this is humiliating. Using a hockey stick to find my release. This is a new low when it comes to masturbatory devices.
As the seconds pass and the pressure doesn’t let up, I find myself clenching in a rhythmic sensation that is heightening my pleasure. Like my body is trying to pull the stick closer to heighten the feeling.
My cheeks heat and I know I’m blushing bright red because I am not pulling away. I am not fighting this anymore. In fact, my body is trying to increase the pressure on my clit to find its relief.
Aiden groans in approval as he sees me give in to his command.
“You filthy girl. You are really going to fuck a hockey stick.” His lips find my neck as he sucks hard, igniting the fire in my body.
Working my hips back and forth, I continue to stimulate my clit.
Aiden puts more pressure behind his grip, and when I look down, I see him white-knuckling the shaft of the stick.
His dick is hard, but he doesn’t release me or the stick to take care of himself.
I close my eyes and embrace the situation.
The rough wood feels a little softer now as I leak down the stick, but I need more.
I grind down on the tip even more, and with a shift of my hips, I see stars.
Yes. Fuck. Yes.
“You enjoying yourself, baby girl?”
With his voice rough with desire, I can almost imagine I’m with Brodie. Embracing that image, Brodie standing in front of me, holding the stick, I ride with even more determination. The stick continuously bumps and digs into my clit.
“That’s it. Let yourself feel.”
Brodie. I can almost feel the rough pads of his fingers against my skin. Reaching past the stick and caressing my slit. So close. My orgasm building to its peak.
“Come for me, Arianna. Come.”
With one final grind, I scream his name: Brodie. And when I open my eyes, all I see is gray reflecting back at me. A gray so silver and piercing… and angry.
Shit.
“Aiden, I didn—”
But Aiden cuts me off, “You can think about Brodie all you want, venom. Because we both know that I am the one who’s really getting you off.”
Aiden finally relents and releases me from his hold. Bringing the butt of the stick to his mouth, he licks up the side of it.
“Delicious. We might have to do this before every game in case I need a little taste on the ice.”
Resting the stick back in his locker, he grabs his clothes and puts them on.
My body doesn’t seem to want to move, the lingering orgasm making my legs feel weak.
Placing Bosco on his shoulder—I cannot believe he watched that—Aiden turns to leave.
“Oh, and, Ari? The next time you decide to test me, my cock will be buried so deep inside of you that you’ll be screaming for mercy. And I don’t believe in mercy.”
I bang my head against the lockers before I ask him again, “The ring…can you tell me now?”
I can hear his laughter as he exits the locker room. “Shut the lights off when you leave.”
Sliding down the locker, I land on the floor, and my head falls back.
What have I done?
AIDEN
Leaning down, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and pull her closer as I take her mouth in mine.
Her soft tongue delicately caresses mine, but I want more.
I crave more. So I massage her tongue with mine and suck it with a little more force.
Ari lets out the tiniest whimper, and it turns me feral.
Stroking my hands down her back, I palm the bottom of the indecently short white dress she is wearing.
The fabric is soft, almost translucent, making my mouth water the second she stepped into the bedroom.
Material so delicate that it would rip with minimal effort, leaving her naked in front of me.
Before I have a chance to tear it off, a strong hand grasps my throat, forcing me to release Ari’s mouth. I growl until I hear a deep voice in my ear. “You have to share, Aiden.”
My cock fills impossibly fast at his words, leaving me almost lightheaded. His hand squeezes my throat, adding pressure and enhancing the feeling. Brodie’s free hand grips my waist—hard. Ari’s delicate hand reaches out to touch Brodie behind me. To connect all three of us.
Brodie leans over me and whispers to Ari, loudly enough that I can hear, “Baby, I am going to pound Aiden’s hole while he fucks you. Are you ready for both of us?”
Her eyes flutter as she looks away; a smile graces her face like she has a secret she’s not willing to share yet. “I’ve been ready for years.”
Brodie turns his head and licks the pulse point in my neck, and I shudder when he says, “You hear that? She’s been waiting for years for the two of us. Let’s not keep our girl waiting.”
He murmurs commands, his tone low and sultry. I follow them without thought, letting him lead. Submitting to him in this moment.
Slip off her dress.
Unbutton your belt and remove your pants.
Cup her breasts.
Palm his cock.
Finger her clit.
Until Ari and I are naked and panting and drowning in need for each other.
Ari scratches her nails down my chest, leaving light red marks in their wake while Brodie traces my hole and teases me, “Spread his ass cheeks so I can see his hole, Ari.” A soft gasp leaves her lips at the order.
Cupping each ass cheek, she pulls them apart, and I can feel the cool air on my entrance.
The feeling makes me tremble with anticipation.
A need to have something filling me, splitting me in half. No, not something.
Him.
Brodie.
“How wet is she?” My fingers move from her clit and graze her sex.
I slip my fingers into her, the sounds obscene from how wet she is. “She is dripping for us, aren’t you, Ari?”
Ari presses her head against my chest and nods. “Yes,” she says, her voice soft as she tries to push my fingers past her entrance.
“Wonderful,” he hums, “Ari, open your mouth.”
Ari opens her mouth, and Brodie reaches around me, placing his fingers on her tongue.
“Now, suck. Get them nice and wet.” Wanting to encourage her, I begin to pump in and out of her wet cunt.
Ari whimpers around Brodie’s fingers, wanting more but not being able to ask for it.
She uses her hips to grind down on my hand, but the hard press of my thumb on her clit halts her.
Ari whines when Brodie removes his hand from her mouth, not wanting to let go, but he reassures her, “Don’t worry, baby girl, I’ll fill your mouth with my cock next.”
A wet finger circles my hole, testing the tightness.
Pressing up against my back, I feel the soft fabric of his clothes brush my skin.
Brodie being dressed while Ari and I are naked in front of him does something to me.
I lean my head back on his shoulder as he pushes past the tight opening with just the tip of his finger.
“Relax, brother. Let me in, and I’ll be sure to reward you.
” It’s just the tip. The tip of his finger moving in circles, trying to loosen the muscles back there.
There is some pain, a tightness, but beneath that, there is an unrelenting need for more.
Brodie bites my shoulder as I breathe out, giving me something else to focus on.
“Now, I want you to focus on our girl. Lift Ari up and sit her on your cock while I get you ready for mine.” Grasping her hips between my hands, I lift her up and slam her down on me.
Her tight, tight heat feels euphoric. The walls of her cunt squeeze my dick as I push deeper.
Pressing her back against the wall, I use it as an anchor to slip even deeper inside.
Caught up in Ari’s tightness, I almost miss the sounds of Brodie spitting. His finger comes back to my hole, and this time pushes further inside with the added slickness. The combination of her spit and his inside of me, mixing, lubing me up, makes me groan as I rut into Ari.
“Shhhh, slow. Take her nice and slow. Let her feel every inch of your fat cock.”
I slow my hips and realize that Brodie is matching the press of his finger to the tempo of my thrusts.
“How does he feel, Ari?”
“Good, so good. I need—” she pants, “—harder. Harder please, Aiden.”
Lunging forward, I take her to the hilt. When I look down, I can see an obscene imprint of my dick pressing just above her navel. Christ, nothing has ever looked more perfect.
Brodie has worked his entire finger into me.
He feels around inside of me until he finds my prostate.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant, now swinging my hips into Ari.
Brodie spits more, right on my hole and starts adding a second finger.
Pressure builds inside me as I continue to thrust into Ari.
I need a distraction. Slamming my lips down on hers, I suck her tongue into my mouth, claiming her breath as mine.
“You ready for me, baby?”
I grunt in response, not willing to let Ari’s mouth go. Removing his fingers from my ass, I hear Brodie pull his zipper down and take out his cock.
Brodie grabs the lube from the side table and slicks up his shaft. Slowing my hips, I feel his cock nudge my hole, almost testing the openness. Just the pressure from the head of his dick on my asshole has me sweating and shaking. Hell.
Shifting my focus to Ari, I kiss down her neck and squeeze her breast. She is a sight. Flush up against the wall, squirming on my cock. Each thrust has her dripping a puddle onto the floor beneath us.
Brodie works himself into me—determined to fill me—gradually adding an inch at a time, rocking his hips into me.
Feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck, my hole squeezes tighter around his cock as I feel my release start building. He lets out a low groan, pounding into me harder, pushing me deeper into Ari. “Such a slut for my cock in your hole, little nightmare.”
A faint, dark chuckle breaks the moan coming from behind me. It feels almost out of place…
I jolt awake, screaming their names, cum shooting out of my cock as I hump the bed furiously. Fucking hell. Wet dreams are for teenagers, not adults.
That chuckle, it sounded so real and close, like it was in the room with me. Is that what woke me up? Doing a quick scan of my room, I don’t see anything out of place or movement that shouldn’t be happening. Everything is as it should be.
Not bothering to change the sheets in the middle of the night, I roll to the other side of the bed and stare at the ceiling. A longing for what I dreamt to be real punches me in the gut. Not used to wanting something that I can never have, I fling my arm over my eyes and embrace the darkness.
But the echoes of that chuckle still ring in my ears.
I can’t knock the sensation that someone was watching me.