Page 90 of Hockey Nanny

Dawson pulled back from my mouth, giving me space to answer. I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling in desperate anticipation, letting them wait just long enough to make it deliciously agonizing before I shot Gage a wicked grin. “Give me everything.”

They both responded with those smiles I loved, full of hunger and promise.

Dawson wasted no time, sliding back into my mouth, and I hummed instinctively at the hitch in his breath, the sound spurring something wild in me. “So spoiled,” he murmured, and I pressed my lips harder against him, tasting and teasing him as best I could.

At the same moment, Gage shifted inside me, sliding into the tight heat of my ass, and the sensation stole a sharp moan from my throat. He set a rhythm—thrusting, pulling, sliding—so that I felt him in just the right ways, his cock driving into me while the pressure inside kept me raw and trembling. I bucked instinctively, desperate to feel him fill me, to ride the friction he gave me.

The vibrations through Dawson made him slow for the briefest second, a flicker of a smirk crossing his face, and I realized he knew exactly how much it pushed me. He didn’t pull back frommy mouth, only leaned forward, straddling my head, his chest pressing against mine, nipples grazing my skin and sending sparks down to my core.

Gage shifted again inside me, and Dawson followed, sliding his tongue over my clit. My slick coated Gage, pulling another guttural moan from him, while Dawson added that delicious vibration with his lips and tongue, teasing me higher and higher.

I felt Gage push another finger inside me as he kept thrusting, the combination of depth and pressure making my muscles clench uncontrollably. My hands dug into Dawson’s shoulders, nails grazing his skin as I shivered with every movement. My body twitched in ways I couldn’t control, a storm of sensation building as I couldn’t form words around the cock in my mouth, only whines and muffled gasps, my body curling toward the brink.

“She's close,” Gage murmured to Dawson, his voice low, edged with need. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

Dawson dropped his voice, rough and dark. “Come for us, Carissa. Let us feel you.”

Heat tore through me as both of them quickened, Gage plunging into me while Dawson’s tongue traced precise, torturing lines over my clit. My vision blurred with white spots, my body trembling as I came hard, my throat filled with frantic, muffled screams around Dawson’s cock. My pussy clenched around Gage, my ass gripping him, and every nerve ending was alight.

Both men groaned loudly, driving me higher, matching my rhythm with their thrusts. They slowed only slightly as I rode wave after wave of release, wringing every drop of pleasure from me before easing out, leaving me limp, slick, trembling, my muscles slack and still twitching with aftershocks.

“Beautiful,” Dawson breathed against my ear.

“Magnificent,” Gage crooned into my hair.

Then a new voice, sultry and commanding, cut through my haze. “That was quite the show, Princess.”

I turned my head, heart stuttering, to see Boone just a few steps away, violet eyes raking over me like fire. He stalked closer, and I felt the weight of his gaze, making me shiver.

“But the show is far from over,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Get on your knees.”

I smiled, keeping my eyes locked on him, and rose smoothly to kneel on the bed, legs spread, hands resting lightly on my thighs. I arched my back just enough to push my freckled breasts forward, savoring the way he drank me in.

Boone’s gaze dipped to my glistening folds, and he inhaled sharply through his teeth. He closed the distance, pressing roughly to the back of my head and crashing his lips against mine. Tongues tangled, teeth grazing, and I melted into the kiss, a low mewl escaping as another set of lips found my back, while Gage’s hands and mouth attended my breasts.

A fresh wave of heat shot straight to my core, and I whimpered against Boone’s mouth. He broke the kiss, chuckling softly, dark amusement in his eyes. “Ready for more, Princess? Hands and knees.”

Cool hands pressed firmly into the small of my back, bending me forward, bracing me on my hands as my hips lifted slightly, exposed and dripping. I glanced over my shoulder to see Dawson circling himself at my entrance before sinking in, the stretch delicious and full, every inch of him filling me.

Gage positioned himself beneath me, lips and tongue at one breast while fingers toyed with the other. I clenched around Dawson, a moan trapped in my throat, and he groaned at thetightness and wet heat. The chaos of their combined attention left me spinning, trembling, and utterly consumed.

Boone circled the bed, hand stroking himself slowly, but his eyes never left me. I caught his gaze and held it, letting him see exactly what I wanted. I gripped the base of Gage’s cock and leaned forward, taking him down my throat until his hairs tickled my nose. Gage moaned and I clenched around Dawson in response, making him groan too. Boone’s stare stayed locked on me, silent and sharp, daring me to take more.

I pushed back against Dawson with my hips, arching to let him sink deeper, and at the same time relaxed my throat to take Gage all the way to the root. Both men groaned, and Boone’s mouth dropped open slightly, his hand moving faster over his own cock.

“Come on, Carissa,” Boone said, voice low and rough. “Take it all.”

I swallowed around Gage’s length, holding my pace, and leaned harder into Dawson, meeting him with my hips. I looked up to see Boone’s violet eyes hooded with need as he knelt at the edge of the bed. I reached up, grabbed his ass, and pulled him closer, taking him deeper, my throat stretched and full.

Dawson chuckled, breath warm against my shoulder. “Yeah, that’s it. Take it, babe.”

The mix of sensations overwhelmed me—Boone sliding in my mouth, Dawson driving into me, Gage teasing my breasts with tongue and lips. I realized Gage had started stroking himself, and I let go of Boone’s ass for a second to take his hand in mine, guiding him. Drool ran from the corners of my mouth around Boone’s cock while Gage flicked, nipped, and sucked at my nipples, sending shivers straight to my core.

Dawson lifted a hand from my hip and swirled his fingers over my clit, collecting my slick and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Mybody betrayed me, building another orgasm quickly, trembling against both of them. I tried to meet Dawson’s thrusts, keep Boone deep in my throat, and stroke Gage all at once, desperate to feel all three of them at the same time.

But my own release hit first, a wave of heat crashing over me, muffled by Boone down my throat. My muscles clamped around Dawson, hand tightening on Gage, and he groaned, his movements wild and hungry. Together, the three of them guided me through it, never slowing until my body was shaking, slick, and trembling with overstimulation.

“You’re doing so good, Princess,” Boone murmured, voice low and rough. “But you’ve got one more for us, don’t you?” Not a question, just a statement, and I nodded, words impossible in my post-orgasm haze. “Good girl,” he added.