Page 123 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Tell me where you want me, Lollipop,” I tell her.

“On your back,” she says breathlessly as Benjamin cups her breasts from behind and tweaks her nipples.

I immediately comply, lying back on her bed, my cock practically standing straight up.

Her gaze rakes over me, and she licks her lips. The little minx.

“Love your room, Abby girl,” Dash says. “Thank you for letting us be here with you.”

“I always want you with me everywhere,” she says, lifting on tiptoe to kiss him.

He cups her face and kisses her deeply, obviously giving her lots of tongue.

I wrap my hand around my cock, squeezing and stroking as I watch them.

Benjamin kisses the side of her neck, making her moan. “You’re such a sweet girl,” he praises. “You know how happy you’re making us just by offering yourself and your bed up to us like this.”

She tips her head so he has more access to her neck. “I want you all at once,” she says.

She said it in the kitchen too, but now I feel it’s important for us to clarify what that means.

Benjamin apparently does too. “Tell us exactly what that means Abby,” he says gently but firmly. “We’ll do anything you want. We want you to have everything you need. But you have to be specific.”

She takes a deep breath and then says, “I want you to fuck me together.” Her gaze finds mine. “You asked me about anal. Can we do that?”

All three of us groan simultaneously.

Dash, of course, is the one to ask, “Are you sure? Do you know what that means?”

She looks up at him with a smile that makes my cock and heart ache at the same time.

She’s not doing this just to make us happy. She wants this.

“I wish I could feel all three of you at once. But that way, I can feel at least two of you.”

“You can have one of us in your mouth and have all three of us at once,” I offer.

Benjamin’s gaze snaps to mine, and I see the heat there.

I shrug. “It’s true. We can all take her at the same time. Love our girl together.”

Even from where I’m lying, I can see the shiver that goes through Abby's body.

“God yes,” she breathes. “That’s what I want. To feel all of you together at the same time.”

The guys seem to hesitate, as if still not sure if this is the right move or if she really knows what she’s asking. “You’re safe word is carrot cake,” I tell her.

They all look at me.

“She told us at the fall festival that she doesn’t like carrot cake. Besides, why would carrot cake come up during sex?”

She laughs. “Okay.”

“If anything is going too far or too fast, or if anything hurts, or if you just need a break or want to ask a question, you say carrot cake and everything stops.”

She nods her understanding.

“Then we’re good,” I say, meeting the guys’ gazes. I trust them completely, and I know they feel the same about me. “Everyone good?”