Page 61 of Three Hockey Hotties

He doesn’t disagree, but he shifts slightly and pulls his finger back. “Wanna see?”

Do I want to see? Is hockey the best fucking sport ever invented?

I slide my hand down our girl's body, my eyes on her face as I slide my own finger into her.

“Damn, he's serious.”

Abby's hand comes up to cover her face. “Your fingers are big too,” she pants.

I move my finger in and out. She’s hot, wet, and so tight my cock is aching.

“Too big for you, Lollipop?”

She shakes her head. “No. It feels good.”

“Need more,” Dash says shortly before lowering his head and licking his tongue over her clit.

With my finger right there.

I barely shift my hand out of the way for it to avoid having him lick my hand too. But I keep my finger in place.

He licks as I slide my finger in and out, and damn, that works very nicely.

Abby cries out as Benjamin tugs on a nipple.

She lifts her hips closer to Dash's mouth, and he goes from licking to sucking on her clit. I feel the result in the tightening around my finger.

“She likes that, buddy,” I tell Dash. “Give her more. Harder.”

Abby whimpers and I withdraw my finger, then add a second, stretching her as Dash sucks harder.

“Oh God,” she cries.

Benjamin covers her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, still toying with her nipples.

And a moment later, she comes apart.

Just like that.

I feel the heat and wetness coat my fingers and Dash grunts softly as she reaches down and pulls on his hair.

When Benjamins lift his head, she’s practically sobbing. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

I slowly withdraw my fingers, and we all just stop, giving her a moment.

She’s breathing hard, her hand is covering her face again.

After a moment, Ben shifts around, nudging us out of the way. He scoops his hands under her, lifting her off the island. He strides over to the table and takes a seat, cradling her in his arms. She cuddles in close, curling against his chest, and he pets her hair, kissing the top of her head and saying something soft that I can’t quite hear.

I simply lift my sticky fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.

I look at Dash.

He arches a brow, then slowly, his mouth stretches into a grin.

“Good start,” he says.

I chuckle. “Very good start.”