“Come, Jody,” Magic ordered. I grabbed his shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around him, and lost myself in our rhythm. My back arched, and I panted against his shoulder. My release was building, and Magic upped his pace. He sank his teeth into my throat and sucked, and I screamed as my orgasm hit hard. My pussy clenched his cock as I milked it, seeing stars. It had been several years since my last, and this went on forever.
Light-headedness hit me, and I sagged in Magic’s embrace; as I did, he found his own and shot into me. I could barely hang on as he stiffened in my arms and then pumped hard. Magic was panting like me, and he leaned back against a wall, still holding me.
“That was better than I remembered,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Magic didn’t ask, and I wouldn’t ever say, but sex with Vulcan had been just as great. I was lucky. Two men who knew how to fuck. One was a rarity, two were freaking unicorns. I slowly slid down Magic’s body as he pulled out.
“Give me five minutes recovery time, and we’re repeating this. We’ve got nearly two decades to make up for,” Magic teased, and I smirked. I turned around and bent over, and Magic was between my legs in an instant, his hands full of my butt. “Maybe two minutes,” he murmured and slapped me hard. My ass jiggled, and Magic made a growling noise that shot deep into my core. Oh God, I needed him again!
Magic
Jesper eyed me over breakfast, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake staying the night. Lars and Oskar were giving me dark looks while Laila seemed almost giddy.
“Morgot some!” she chortled, and I choked on my orange juice. Lars and Oskar turned their glower on her while Viggo and Jerrik appeared appalled.
Jody spun around, holding a spatula, unsure how to react. Laila held her hand up for a high-five, and after a few seconds, Jody slapped it.
“Some what?” Jesper demanded.
“Nothing!” Jody said quickly.
“Marbles,” Viggo suggested. Marbles? What the fuck?
“Orange juice!” Lars stated, and Oskar nodded.
“Aunt Jody wanted to play with some balls,” Jerrik interjected, tongue in cheek, and Lars and Oskar glared at him as I started laughing. These kids!
“I want a ball!” Jesper demanded, and Laila began giggling.
“Not that type you don’t,” Lars replied darkly.
“Are you moving in?” Jesper asked sharply. “If you are, there’s a tax.”
“Huh?” I wondered what he was going to come out with now.
“Yes. You have to take me on a bike ride every Sunday. And drive me to Delta Force once a week. Plus, you’ve gotta attend my games, and attend my stupid school plays.” Jesper folded his arms and stared at me.
“Think I can do that even if I don’t move in,” I replied.
Jody’s phone rang, and she frowned before picking it up. “Oh, hello, Principal Weathers. How can I help?” she asked, moving away. Lars and Oskar both wriggled, and I wondered what they’d done.
“I see… is that so… why weren’t they considered beforehand? Surely, they tried out… okay, I see, borderline racism… no, it’s quite clear what it was… well, thank you for the call.” Jody hungup and turned to Lars and Oskar, neither of whom appeared repentant. Viggo began to slip away, and Jody offered him a gimlet eye, and he slunk back to his seat.
“Anything you wish to tell me?” she inquired mildly. “Like, why is the principal calling me on a Saturday?”
“Nope,” Oskar said, and Lars smirked. Oh, they’d done something. I knew that expression; I wore it often enough myself.
“So, you didn’t challenge the hockey team to a match. The three of you against the team?”
“They did what?” I asked, checking them over for bruises.
“Yeah, and kicked their ass, five-one. The coach isn’t too happy that his top players got taught a lesson by three kids.”
“That’s the coach’s issue,” I stated. Inside, I was laughing.
“Oh, I agree. But he wants them to join next year. Wants to chat about their skills and what they plan to do with them,” Jody replied.
