Trouble : Boston Bolts Hockey

I never could have imagined that watching Dec fuck Mel would be more of a turn-on than the perfect way she’s sucking my dick right now. But watching my best friend sink inside my girl has my blood heating in a way that is permanently altering my body chemistry.

And then he has to go and moan when I accidentally slide my fingers against his dick.

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I touched Mel in an effort to ground myself to this moment. I felt as though I was floating away, lost to the thrill of witnessing his powerful thrusts jolt her tits in a way that had me halfway to orgasm. But when he thrust as I was teasing her clit, causing my fingers to graze across his hard, wet cock, and a deep growl rumbled through his chest? I about lost it.

Teeth gritted, I rein myself in. Once I know I won’t lose control, I’m feeling all sorts of brave.

Mel convulses around his cock in response to his reaction, a long, low, muffled sound escaping her as she clenches around him.

As she rides out her orgasm, I do the most ridiculously brazen thing.

I grip his cock and squeeze. Jaw locked tight, I grit out, “Don’t come.”

Declan’s eyes widen, then zero in on me.

Fuck. Did I go too far? Is he about to tell me to back up?

To my fucking delighted surprise, rather than losing his shit, he pants through the moment, his chest heaving as his hungry gaze holds mine.

I’ve stopped thrusting, allowing Mel time to come down from her first orgasm. “Give me a color,” I say to Declan.

Eyes flaring, he swallows audibly. He’s going to say red. He’s going to admit this is too much.

But fuck if I’m not wrong again. Instead of backing off, he thrusts into Mel, into my hand, his face giving nothing away. “Green.”

I inhale, unable to breathe through this lust-filled haze.

I’m touching Declan’s dick, and he’s not stopping me. In fact, if the way he’s slowly thrusting is any indication, he doesn’t want to push too hard into her for fear that I’ll release him. Maybe he likes my touch.

Maybe he wants more.

That hope has me growing even more curious. Even more daring.

I live for risks. For the thrill of the moment before I take one. When possibility looms large, and the potential for failure is a thought I put aside to deal with later.

But this is Declan.

Not a game of hockey.

Not a one-night stand.

Our relationship is the most important I’ve ever had, and one wrong move could ruin it all.

But with the way he looks from my face to my hand to Mel, and with the way he’s inching closer, it doesn’t feel like such a risk at all.

So, holding my breath, I twist my hand around his shaft and cup his balls.

In response, his eyes widen, and he lets out a guttural moan.

Spurred on by his reaction, I squeeze lightly and tug just a little.

“Just like that,” he whispers.

With excitement zipping up my spine, I do it again.

Mel, who released me when I stopped fucking her mouth, angles up and watches the way he sinks inside her slowly while I touch him.

“Like that?” I ask, directing the question to her. I want her to be okay with this, because god, I’m not sure I can stop.

“Oh, yes,” she murmurs wickedly, her tits rising and falling with her harsh breaths.

In one quick movement, she’s flat on her back, and her mouth is around my dick again, like the idea of my hands on Declan just ramped up her desire. She’s swirling her tongue, working her hand up and down my cock, squeezing me, cupping my balls, just like I’m doing to Dec, all while he watches us, never slowing his movements.

This moment is so much better than even my wildest fantasies.

Mel whimpers, catching my attention. As I focus on her, a niggle of worry worms its way into me. Am I being too rough, too aggressive?

Declan brings his hand to her clit and massages her slowly. “Need more, Melina?”

She nods around me, closing her eyes in ecstasy.

He thrusts deeper this time, hitting her where I know she needs it.

She moans around me, the vibration making my balls tingle and tighten. I squeeze Declan’s, and they do the same. I give them a tug, and he curses.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

I want to beg for him to empty into my mouth. I want to feel the swell of his cock on my tongue. Hear his guttural groan as he comes down my throat.

But I stay silent.

Melina wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, making it obvious she wants him to unload inside her. Fuck, that’s even hotter than my instinctual need. Just the image of him swelling and coming in thick spurts as she pulses around him has me losing control.

“Fuck,” I groan, lost to the sensation. Overwhelmed with bliss, I’m blinded by white spots in the darkness. “I’m so sorry, Trouble,” I mutter, palming her cheek and rubbing my thumb against her soft skin as she swallows me down.

With a lick of her lips, she smiles up at me, her eyes watering but bright.

“Let me get a towel, and we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Once again, Declan shocks the hell out of me when he slips out of her and waltzes over to the couch in his office. He settles down with an ease I don’t think I could muster right now and says, “No. Clean her up with your tongue.”