Pucking Around: A Why Choose Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 1)
Pucking Around: Chapter 66

“Oh god,” I whisper, sitting up. I can’t look away from the proud length of his cock. “Yeah, you are ready,” I say, my smile growing. “Haven’t you ever heard of a refractory period, Kinnunen?”

He just stares down at me, the heat of his gaze breaking me open, melting me inside and out. Total marshmallow goo. “You will tire long before I do, Rakas. Now, I won’t say it again. Come to the edge of the bed.”

I fight the urge to tremble as I do what I’m told. I’m getting the feeling I’m in way over my head here. “What are you going to do?” I murmur, turning around at the bed’s edge and dropping down to my hands and knees. I glance back over my shoulder. “Mars?”

He’s gazing down at me, taking in the lines of my shoulders, my hips, my ass. It’s almost unsettling to feel the way he covets me without touching. I need his touch. But then suddenly he’s turning away, leaving me on the bed.

I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to breathe. It also gives me an unobstructed view of his gorgeous back tattoo. It spreads across the entire surface of his muscled skin, stretching down his lower back and ending at his ass.

“Mars, what…”

He says nothing, dropping down to one knee to get something from his bag. Then he comes back over to the bed, a travel-sized bottle of lube in hand.

“Well, aren’t you Mr. Prepared,” I say with a grin.

“I want this.” His right hand raises up to cup my ass cheek. Then his thumb grazes down my crack, pressing in at my hole.

I gasp, clenching on instinct. “Mars—”

He drops down to one knee, tossing the bottle of lube on the bed as he spreads my cheeks wide, his hot mouth covering my hole as he teases me with his tongue.

“Oh—fuck—god—” I’m a shaking mess, falling forward to my elbows when he adds two fingers in my still-dripping cunt.

“Do you consent?” he mutters, his thumb rimming me, making me squirm.

“Mars—I—”

“Say stop, and it stops,” he says, lifting both hands away. “If you can’t handle me, Rakas—”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I pant. “I just—will it fit?” I know it’s a stupid thing to ask, but it’s the best my dick-drunk brain can manage. I’m legitimately concerned.

He smirks as he stands, reaching for the little bottle of lube. “It will fit.”

I’ve never taken such a big cock in my ass before. Jake has serious girth and length, but it’s like comparing a big, delicious bratwurst with a two-pound salami. No way will this fit. My insides already feel rearranged. But I must be crazy, because apparently, I’m nodding. “Do it,” I murmur. “Mars, take me.”

He works me slow, taking his sweet time to play and stretch me out. It becomes a whole new round of foreplay as he trades off between working his fingers into my ass and strumming my clit with his free hand, dipping his fingers into my cum-filled cunt to own me with both hands.

I’m squirming, desperate to come again by the time he’s notching his fat cock head at my back door, telling me to breathe and relax as he pushes in. I’m slick with lube, but it’s still a tight fit.

“You take me so well,” he murmurs appreciatively. His hands soften on my hips as he works himself in deeper.

“Please,” I whimper. “Go harder, Mars. I need you to go harder.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. Now that he’s in, he means to claim me. He starts moving his hips in earnest, my rounded ass slapping against his thighs as we fuck, his monster cock buried deep in my ass. I’m a moaning mess, loving the feel of my next orgasm building in my core and spreading across my chest, all the way down to my fingertips.

I need more. I need to feel connected to him in all ways. I arch up, changing our angle as my right arm reaches blindly to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to me. Keeping my ass pressed tight against his hips, I arch my back and glance over my shoulder, taking in the features of his rugged face. “Kiss me—Ilmari, please—”

One hand cups my face as the other wraps around me to fondle my breast. Then he’s kissing me, pouring his passion into me with his entire body. We rock together, sharing air, moving as one.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whine against his lips. “Don’t stop, I’m—” My words die as I ride out another orgasm. This one is deep and packed with pulsing waves that have my whole body trembling. I squeeze him with everything I’ve got, desperate for him to come with me again.

In moments he’s groaning, his hips jerking against me, lost in the spasm of his release. “Mä tuun,” he grunts. “Rakas—” I feel it hot and wet in my ass, filling me.

After a moment of suspended euphoria, we fall in slow motion down to the bed. He’s only partially on top of me, but that’s enough to feel his sinking weight. The man is a tree.

“Roll over,” he mutters, lifting off me enough that I can flop like a fish, rolling to my side to face him. Then his left hand is dipping between my legs, his fingers swiping the entrance of my pussy. He raises a pair of glistening fingers to my lips, coated in a mix of our releases. “Taste.”

I suck his fingers into my mouth with a soft sigh, savoring the taste of pure sex on my tongue.

He’s looking at me with such tenderness. I can hardly believe it’s Ilmari Kinnunen naked in my arms. “Now your body knows mine,” he intones. “My cum has claimed all your holes, Rakas. You’re mine.”

I smile up at his beautiful face, feeling so at ease in his arms. So safe and content. For so long I’ve felt like a small boat set adrift on a perilous sea. Ilmari Kinnunen came skating into my life as this closed-off, moody bear of a goalie. I smile, knowing with such clarity how he fits with us. He’s my safe harbor.

Jake is my joy. Caleb is my comfort. Ilmari is my rest. I want them all. Need them all. Please, god, let him want this too.

“I’m yours,” I echo, my hand brushing down the planes of his chest. “Oon sun.”

He smiles, tucking my hair back behind my ear.

“But I’m Jake’s too,” I say, watching his smile fall. “And I’m Caleb’s. Nothing has changed for me when it comes to them. I love them, Mars. I intend to keep loving them. But my love isn’t finite. There’s room for you in my life, in my heart…if you want to be there.”

He rolls away, one arm still pinned under me, staring up at the ceiling.

I bite my tongue, letting him process his swirling thoughts and emotions.

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” he admits at last. “The idea of them touching you…loving you…I can’t get perspective.” He drags a hand over his face with a groan. “I’ve never done this before, Rakas.”

“None of us have,” I say. “There are no rules, Ilmari. Other than honesty,” I add quickly. “We’re all figuring it out as we go. Jake and Caleb are on their own journey. I’ll support them, come what may. And this doesn’t need to be about competition. You make me happy. Jake and Caleb make me happy too. They make each other happy. Separately. Together. And it’s not just about sex,” I add. “It’s a whole life we share, Mars. We live together.”

“What?” he growls, his head turning to face me. “You live with Compton and Sanford?”

“And Poseidon,” I add. “You can’t forget about the dog.”

He grunts, turning away again. “The dog I can tolerate. It’s Compton and Sanford I want to push off a cliff.”

“Push them away, and you’ll push me right along with them,” I warn. “And this isn’t some kind of ‘they came first’ situation,” I add. “Even if you came first, this is just who I am, Mars. I’m…complicated.” I wish there was a better way to describe me, but now the word is out, and I’m going with it.

“There are so many facets of Rachel Price,” I go on. “The idea that one person could satisfy all of them and be my perfect match…I just don’t think that’s possible. You make me happy, Mars. Caleb makes a different part of me happy. It’s not more or less happiness; it’s just different. By feeling such happiness with all three of you, I get to be the fullest, best version of myself. Am I making any sense?”

His face is stoic as he breathes quietly next to me, saying nothing.

“It’s a lot,” I admit. “And I understand if you need this to be a one-night only thing. I mean—it’s fine—if that’s all this can be for you. I can accept that—”

He rolls to his side, placing three fingers over my mouth to quiet me. “Rachel…”

“Hmm?” I say behind my muzzle.

His gaze softens somewhat. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Heart in my throat, I push up on one elbow, studying his expression. ‘You’re sure?”

He gives a curt nod and I sigh.

“This is kind of a big moment, Mars. I’m gonna need more than a nod.”

He’s quiet for another long moment, looking for the right words, before he finally speaks. “I’m willing to admit I’m curious. I think I need to see you with Compton and Sanford. I need to understand what this is, what you have with them, and where I fit.”

My eyes go wide. “See us together as in like…see?”

He growls low, pulling me against him and twining our legs together. “I’m not talking about sex, Rakas. I don’t want to think about their puny cocks poking anywhere near you.”

I can’t help but snort a laugh. “No one’s going to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” I say more diplomatically.

He’s still tense, his gaze locked on the ceiling. “But you are with them in that way.”

“Yes,” I reply. “Separately and together. They love sharing…and I love being shared,” I admit. “And I think maybe you should also know that Caleb is queer. He likes men and women. He’s been in relationships with both. And Jake is currently exploring his own bicuriousity,” I say with a soft smile.

“Bicuriousity?” he repeats.

“Yeah…I think Jake’s in love with Caleb,” I admit, my stomach filled with warm fuzzy thoughts as I remember the way Caleb gazed down at him with such wonder in his eyes, Jake on his knees. “He just doesn’t know it yet. But he’s on the path.”

“So, they are with you and each other?”

“Jake’s not quite there yet. But I think it’s on their horizon.”

“And would they…” He doesn’t finish the thought, but I know where he’s going with his question.

“Mars, are you asking if the guys will want you to enjoy sexy times with them without me there?”

“It’s not happening,” he mutters.

“Fair enough,” I reply, snuggling in next to his massive frame. His hand traces soft circles against my skin. “You’ll walk your own path, Mars. If you only want to be with me, that’s fine.”

His hand stills, his breathing slow and steady in his chest. “Do you want me, Rakas?” he murmurs, not looking at me. “Beyond this night…do you want me in your life? In your bed?”

I can’t help but think back to our dinner tonight, hearing him admit to being all alone. No father. No mother. No siblings. Just a demanding job that requires endless travel. He left everything behind in Finland. His home, his surrogate family. Mars Kinnunen is all alone.

Not anymore.

My heart thrums as the words echo down to my very bones. No one deserves to walk through life alone, especially not someone as wonderful as the man lying naked in my arms. “Yes,” I say, cupping his face. “Ilmari, yes.” I kiss the tip of his nose, both his cheeks. “Yes, I want you,” I whisper, trailing my kisses down his neck. “Yes, I need you.”

“Then you have me,” he replies, his fingers digging into my hair.

“Say it,” I tease, slinging a leg over his hip as I press myself against him, leaning up for a kiss.

“Oon sun, Rakas,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing against mine.

“Damn straight,” I reply, pushing on his shoulder as I roll on top of him, straddling him. “Now, get your fine Finnish ass in that shower. I’m not done with you yet.”