Page 89 of Hockey Nanny

“Good,” I said, voice rough. “Because I never want you to.”

He shifted then, attention moving lower, and I followed every inch of him with my eyes. His hands skimmed down my stomach, familiar and sure, tracing me in a way that made my thighs tense in anticipation. When his palms closed around my legs and guided them apart, the exposure sent a hot pulse straight through me. He looked up to make sure I was watching, waiting until my breath caught before leaning in.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he dragged his tongue from just below my entrance, through my folds, and up over my clit in a slow, deliberate stroke that tore a gasp from my chest and had my hands fisting the sheets, already asking him not to stop.

My eyes fluttered closed at the delicious drag of his tongue, the way he dipped inside me before circling back to suck my clit into his mouth. Just the way I liked it.

He was always unhurried, deliberate, but devastatingly effective. I could feel every pulse of pleasure rolling through me, blood rushing downward in a heated flood, moisture poolingbetween my folds. My body was awake in a way that made every nerve sing, every gasp feel too small for what I wanted.

“Tastes as good as she looks,” I heard from across the room just as Gage slid a finger inside me, lips and tongue still circling, teasing my clit. Dawson continued, his voice low, measured. “Talk about delivering on a promise.”

My eyes snapped open to see him moving toward the bed, predatory and deliberate, taking in my naked form with an intensity that made my skin prickle. Gage didn’t pause. He added a second finger, fingers curling just so, and slightly increased the speed of his tongue. I looked down at him and met his eyes at the exact moment he glanced up at me, that wicked smile curling his lips as he pressed his ministrations harder, drawing shivers through me.

“Eyes on me for now,” Dawson said, his voice a steady anchor. He was at my side, one hand stroking his own hard cock slowly, but deliberately, his gaze drinking me in. He always liked to watch first, and I loved the way it set my body on fire, the way it made every nerve taut and responsive.

He circled us slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes and tucking it behind my ear with the lightest touch. Nothing in the room blocked his view. No headboard, no footboard, just me laid out, exposed, trembling, while he circled savoring every detail. He stopped at the head of the bed and leaned down, bracing himself on one hand, planting searing, open-mouthed kisses along my throat. His teeth dragged lightly along my pulse, and I moaned, almost too loud, my body arching toward him on instinct.

Just as the tension behind my clit threatened to shatter me, both Dawson and Gage slowed, then stopped their maddening movements.

“Not yet,” Gage murmured between slow licks of my pussy. “We’re just getting started, babe.”

I groaned, rolling my hips, desperate for more of him, needing the wet heat of his mouth. That familiar smirk lit his face again, teasing, but he didn’t move.

“Looks like somebody’s extra needy tonight,” Dawson said, nodding toward him, voice low, teasing.

Gage’s practiced tongue returned, and I let my head fall back the second he made contact. Every nerve ignited. Dawson brushed my cheek with a finger, then slid his hand to the back of my neck, lifting and settling a pillow beneath me. Support. Care. And I melted into it, heart hammering, body slick and arched.

When I looked up, he was right there. Hard, pale, flushed pink at the tip, a bead of precum glistening along the side. My mouth watered before I even realized I was parting my lips. The mattress dipped beneath me as Gage adjusted, and I tilted into him, my desire already consuming me.

“You look so ready for us,” Dawson murmured, dragging the head of his cock along my lips, smearing precum across them. My tongue darted out on instinct, chasing the salty tang that was unmistakably him, and my stomach clenched, every inch of me trembling with need.

And all the while, Gage never stopped. He dragged himself through my folds, collecting my slick along his shaft, circling me without entering, and I shivered at the friction, every nerve ending on fire.

“She’s ready alright,” Dawson murmured from beside me.

Breathless, I gave them a single word, my body trembling around them. “Yes.”

Almost simultaneously, both cocks sank into me, and I was immediately flooded. Dawson’s taste on my tongue, Gagestretching me from below. I moaned around Dawson, my pussy clenching reflexively around Gage, and both men groaned in response.

Gage thrust slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed, his thighs brushing against mine, hair tickling me as every inch of him filled me. At the same time, Dawson pushed deeper into my mouth, each time a little further, until he too was completely inside. They moved with perfect synchronization, and I whimpered, caught in the delicious chaos of their hands and mouths.

I grasped at anything to anchor myself… Dawson’s forearm, Gage’s wrist, the tangled sheets. Saliva coated Dawson as I swirled my tongue over his tip, my eyes watering from the intensity. He bucked his hips, and I flexed my throat, adjusting to take him deeper, letting the heat roll through me.

“Think you can handle some more?” Dawson rasped, glancing at Gage. “You’re taking us so well. I know you’re ready.”

I muffled my affirmations around him, my voice shaky but eager. More was all I wanted when it was them.

“You take me so well, Carissa,” Dawson growled, low and rough. “You’re making this too easy. Ready for just a little extra?”

I felt something rigid, slick, and deliberate pressing at the tight ring of muscle of my ass. I couldn’t see it, but I knew Gage’s finger was teasing me there. I bucked instinctively into his hand, desperate for more, and he chuckled his approval.

“Eager, my love?” he murmured. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get everything you want.”

He paused the teasing and slid fully inside me, lifting my legs to rest on his broad shoulders. The new angle had me moaning instantly, waves of sensation radiating from Dawson below as hecontinued to drive into my mouth. Gage dragged his hands along my side with deliberate pressure, lust warming my skin, while his other hand trailed down my thigh, fingers circling my clit with a slow, teasing rhythm.

Every touch, every press, sent shivers across me. My hips rolled of their own accord, desperate for more friction, more fullness, more of the heat only these two could pull from me.

“Are you all right, Carissa?” Gage murmured, his voice low and warm. “Can I give you more?”