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"You can take all of me, baby," he urged, spreading my legs more and rocking into me. Fuck, I hadn't realized that he wasn't all the way in yet.
Tate continued to ease into my body, giving me an inch at a time until he was finally filling me completely. My mind was blank and my eyes rolled back at the feeling of fullness. Even after being fucked thoroughly last night, this was the most I'd ever taken and I fucking loved it.
"Fuck me," I demanded, rocking my hips.
"No," he challenged, twisting us and lifting me up like I weighed nothing so I was on top, straddling his hips. I clung to him, the sudden moving making my head spin for a moment.
"God, Tate," I breathe out, trying to settle my pounding heart.
"Not a god," he teased, giving me a wink that would have melted my panties off if I were wearing any. "Use me, baby."
My hands braced on his chest as I started to rock my hips. No one had ever let me fuck them like this. Luke told me it would be impossible and now I realized he just couldn't handle me.
Not like they could.
My movements started slow and experimental but the moment I ground my clit against him I shuddered and did it again, creating a rhythm of pure fucking bliss as I rode him, the mix of him stretching me and the feel of my orgasm washing over me, was too much. I cried out, voice hoarse as I came. My pussy clenched around him and he took over then, bouncing me on his cock.
Tate's usual hard features were softened as his mouth hung open in a soft o, the pleasure just as good for him if that was any indication.
"What do we have here?" Elias asked as he walked in. I looked at him over my shoulder and he dropped a tray on the dresser, eyes locked on me fucking his friend. "If Brock wouldn't kill me for being the first I'd fuck that ass, Macy."
My breath hitched at the idea but it fell away as Tate moaned my name, pulling me down for a kiss. His lips moved over mine, full and demanding as he fucked me roughly. He bit down on my bottom lip as he came, the feel of his cum filling me sending a satisfied shiver down my spine.
Lifting myself off of him gingerly, I collapsed on the bed next to him. I could feel the cum between my legs and I knew I'd have to do the awkward walk to the shower sooner rather than later. Instead, I was scooped up and let out a yelp as I found myself in the air. Tate chuckled and didn't even break a sweat as he carried me into the bathroom. He dropped me to my feet right in the shower. I was far enough back the spray didn't hit me as he got it to warm. I hitched it a little higher before stepping into the spray and groaning as it soothed the ache in my body.
Who needed exercise when you fucked hockey players with the stamina of gods.
Elias slipped into the bathroom with us. Tate didn't protest as he joined us, just washing himself quickly and slipping out with the brush of a kiss on my head. I loved that there was no real jealousy between them as they gave each other space.
"Let me help," Elias said as he took the body wash from me and squirted some on his hands. "This one was mine, good choice." His teasing words were still soft as he ran his hands over my skin, washing me with enough caring attention that my chest ached.
I'd never felt so coveted.
This was one of those moments that would be etched into my memory forever. A pivotal moment that rewired my brain and reminded me that I was worthy of that level of sweetness. I didn't have to be used and tossed aside because no one would want me.
They did.
When he was done, I took it from the rack and poured some into my hands, giving him the exact same level of attention. My soapy hands glided over his muscles and a lazy, relaxed smile filled his face as he simply enjoyed the moment. I stroked his hard cock once but didn't take it further. He had studs on his nipples, too, and when I got him alone in bed I would be sure to give them the same treatment I gave his other piercing.
We both rinsed off and I washed my hair, though he did push my hands aside for a moment to massage the conditioner into my scalp.
"I could get used to having you here, princess," he said. The happiness in his tone was everything.
"Me, too," I admitted. "Do you think things are going too fast?"
"We're not kids," he shrugged as I turned to face him. "I've dated, I'm over that life. When you know you have someone great, you hold on tight. At least I do. I'd never settle for less."
His voice was hard at the end and I raised my eyebrows.
"There's a story there."
He smiled sadly and nodded, his green eyes clouded with shadows of his past.
"My parents are insanely wealthy and very caught up in the whole idea that a name holds merit. Just being born a Williams was something that gave me a very cold but very privileged life."
"‘Cold?’"
He looked down, his fingers teasing in my sopping wet locks as he thought it over.
