23. Wren
WREN
“You guys coming?” Shaun, one of the players, asks Ronan. The rest of the team is filing out after a late-night practice. All the admin staff have already left, leaving just me and the team in the entire building.
Ronan shares a look with Silas and Lucian before answering Shaun. “Nah, man. Not yet. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
“No worries.” With a wave of his hand, Shaun leaves the locker room. He’s the last player, bar my three guys.
“You should probably head out, too,” I say, my back to them while I gather towels to put in the laundry basket. “You have practice again in the morning and need your rest.”
There’s a hand on my upper arm before I’m turned around and gently yet forcefully pushed back into a row of lockers.
“I can think of something much more fun that we need,” Ronan states, brown eyes heated as they slowly roam down my front.
I’m wearing a bra that pushes up my tits, and a low-cut blouse that shows them off, along with a pencil skirt that makes my ass look incredible and bright red high heels that give me the height I need when dealing with hockey players.
It means I only need to tilt my head back a little to meet Ronan’s lustrous stare.
Silas and Lucian move to my sides, watching me with equally heated looks.
My teeth sink into my lower lip, and I look up at each of them through my lashes. “What’s that?” I ask, swallowing around the lump of anticipation that has formed in my throat.
“You,” all three of them answer.
My breath catches as Ronan presses closer. The hard strength of his body slides along mine, and God does he feel good. Better than good. His hands glide down my sides, over my waist, and squeeze my hips before moving lower.
I shiver as he slides a hand over my ass.
“You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are in these outfits,” he rasps, voice thick.
“Fuck, you make it impossible to focus during practice,” Lucian adds, watching Ronan’s hands on my body like a man starved.
Silas grasps my chin, turning my face toward him before covering my lips with his. I melt into his kiss, opening my mouth and moaning as his tongue connects with mine.
My hand slides into his hair, pulling him closer as my veins heat and desire curls low in my stomach. I feel Ronan’s hands drift lower, slipping beneath my skirt and inching it higher as they glide up my thighs.
I shiver at the touch, while silently crying out for more.
More hands slide across my waist, deftly popping the buttons on my shirt before dipping beneath to feel my heated skin. I know instantly that the rough skin belongs to Lucian.
Breaking my kiss with Silas, my head falls back against the locker door, my breath coming in heaves as I watch the three of them worship my body.
Silas moves to kiss along my jaw and neck, while Lucian pushes my blouse over my shoulder, leaving me in my bra and bunched-up skirt. A flush has formed on my chest.
“So pretty,” Lucian murmurs before ducking to run his tongue along the heated skin. Flicking my bra strap down my arm, he pulls the cup away from my breast so he can dip lower. His tongue glides over the swell of my breast before circling my peaked nipple.
When he sucks it into his mouth, I moan, my back arching as pleasure sizzles along my nerves.
Ronan’s fingers press against my core through the fabric of my panties, and I tremble with need. He smirks knowingly. “These are only going to be good for the trash,” he says, before fisting the flimsy fabric and ripping them right off.
I gasp in surprise, but then he is a hockey player, of course he has the strength to destroy panties.
They’re discarded somewhere on the floor as he returns to casually running his fingers through my folds, touching but not really touching. Teasing me with only a hint of what I really need.
“Ronan,” I groan.
My hips rock, trying to encourage him to go further, but he holds steady, gaze locked on mine as he keeps me on the edge.
“Is this what you want, Wren? All three of us?”
“Yes,” I respond earnestly. “I need you. All of you. I want you to make me feel alive. To make me burn with need and melt with pleasure. Individually. Together. All at once and separately. I want you in every way imaginable.”
Done waiting for him to make the move, I fist the front of his T-shirt and haul Ronan’s lips to mine. My mouth collides with his in a clash of teeth and desire that has gone too long unfulfilled. He meets me instantly, pressing me back into the lockers as his fingers find their home inside me.
I gasp into his mouth, fingernails embedding into his skin as pleasure rocks through me.
“This what you want, Wren?” he asks again, but this time, there’s an edge behind his voice as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“Yes!” My hips rock in time to his rhythm, and I feel his eyes on me, watching, as Lucian’s lips suck on my skin and Silas’s hands push me higher toward that peak.
“You want to be fucked by us? To come on our fingers, our tongues, our dicks.”
“God, yes. All of that,” I gasp, head spinning.
On the next thrust of his fingers, I come apart. They don’t bother to silence me as I cry out my release.
“Fuck, Little Moth, you sound so incredible when you come. I want to hear you make that noise again on my cock.”
I nod, half-delirious, already turning toward him. I want that too.
My arms wrap around his neck, and before he lifts me off the floor, someone unzips my skirt. It falls to the floor.
“Keep the heels on,” Lucian says, before lifting me up, so my legs wrap around his hips. I feel warmth at my back as he pushes me back into Silas, using one hand to free himself from his pants.
I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I shimmy in his arms, so it glides across my clit, making me hum.
“God, Wren, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me, baby,” Lucian rasps, squeezing me tighter before reaching down between us. I can feel Silas helping to hold me up as Lucian pushes inside me. I gasp at the stretch, my eyes rolling back at how big he is.
“Fuck,” he chokes with quick, shallow pumps.
Silas rips off my bra before palming both breasts in his confident palms, while Ronan captures my lips, distracting me with a whirlwind kiss.
After a few more pumps, Lucian is all the way in. I feel like I’m being impaled in the best possible way, and needing more, I begin to rock against him. He uses his grip on my thighs and Silas’s presence at my back to thrust harder.
The wet sound of our fucking fills the locker room, sounding daring and erotic.
My fingers claw at him. At Ronan. At Silas. Needing more. Needing them.
Tearing my lips from Ronan’s, I gasp. “I want all of you.” I catch their looks of surprise, quickly followed by one of liquid passion. “It’s the four of us, right?” I ask, looking between the three of them. They nod. “Then I want all of you. Now. Together.”
“If you’re sure—” Ronan hedges.
“I am.”
“Then let’s give the little moth what she wants.
” The grin Lucian gives me is sinfully wicked as he adjusts his grip on me before moving to a nearby bench.
He lowers himself onto it, his hands moving to my hips and encouraging me to move.
I slide along his length, reveling in the expression on his face every time I bottom out.
A presence appears at my back, and glancing over my shoulder, I catch Silas’s eyes. There’s a question there that I quickly answer with a nod of my head. It’s all the confirmation he needs as he presses closer, lips sliding over my skin as his hand moves between Lucian and me.
He coats his fingers in our pleasure before looking at Lucian. With a nod, Lucian leans back until he’s lying on the bench.
“Kiss me, baby,” he tells me, his hand sliding into my hair and tugging on the strands as I move to hover over him.
There’s a slight pressure against my ass before Silas’s finger pushes inside, and after a moment, he begins to move it in time with Lucian’s shallow thrusts.
Goosebumps pebble along my skin, a feeling like nothing I’ve experienced before building low in my core.
“Oh, God,” I groan. My legs tremble, my breathing choppy as I struggle to contain this mounting pressure.
Soon, Silas’s finger is replaced with something bigger. Something wider. The initial burn only intensifies the pleasure, and knowing I have both of them inside me makes me come. My entire body shakes with the force of my release.
They don’t give me any reprieve, the two of them easily finding a rhythm that works for all of us as they begin to push me back up that peak.
There’s one more person missing, though.
I look Ronan’s way. His hazel eyes are blown wide with desire as he watches the three of us, his hand already wrapped around his cock.
“You want to suck on my dick while my best friends, my teammates, fuck you?” he asks, looking like he’s begging for the answer to be yes.
Which, obviously, it is.
I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.
I nod, licking my lips as saliva pools in my mouth.
Smirking, he swings a leg over the bench, standing above Lucian’s head.
“Your legs better not give out when she sucks the cum from your balls,” Lucian warns, earning a scoff from Ronan before he focuses his attention on me.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, Little Serpent.”
Being the good girl that I am, I do.
My lips part, and I watch hungrily as he brings his cock to my mouth.
I flick my tongue out, tasting the bead of precum, before he slowly guides it into my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I wrap my tongue around him as I suck him as deeply as I can. He hisses as he slides down my throat.
All words are lost, the room filling with the sounds of our pleasure. Moans. Groans. The sound of skin on skin. It’s intoxicating and erotic. Heady in a hedonistic way.
Silas comes first, pulling out at the last second to explode over my back and ass. Ronan is next, and I swallow his cum, before he pulls out. He replaces his cock with his lips, no doubt tasting himself on me as his tongue tangles with mine, his kiss bruising.
Fingers rub over my clit as Lucian thrusts erratically, nearing his own release.
I am on the cusp of a third one, myself, and when Ronan tugs on my hair and Silas pinches my clit, I explode on a cry, collapsing onto Lucian as he finds his own release.
The four of us collapse into a sweaty, panting heap, and when I finally catch my breath, I only have one question on my mind.
“When can we do that again?”