Pucking Around (Jacksonville Rays, #1)

by Emily Rath

“Rachel…what do you want to have happen here?” Jake presses. “Do you want me?” His words cut through the swirling torrent of my thoughts. Every part of me softens at the look in his eyes. Oh, my sweet Mystery Boy, always doubting himself. “Jake, yes,” I say, crossing over to him. I cup his face, tipping up on my toes to kiss him once, twice. “I want you,” I murmur against his lips. “I want you. You know I do.” He holds me by the elbows. “But you want him too…don’t you?” He doesn’t sound angry or hurt. He just needs to know. Oh god, is this possible? Have they done this before? Jake didn’t strike me as the sharing type. Caleb is the wild card, always so difficult to read.

This is the kind of moment where the best approach is the most direct. Heart in my throat, I part my lips and say those four little words. “Do you want me?”

Caleb holds my gaze, not looking at his best friend. “Yes.” Jake’s hands brush down my sides and around to frame my hips. He tucks me in against him and leans down, kissing my shoulder. “Tell us what you want, baby. What happens next?”

“I want you both,” I admit. “I want you at the same time.” “You know I’m clean,” Jake says, his hand slipping inside the stretchy fabric of my halter top to cup my breast. He weighs it in his hand, kissing my neck and flicking my nipple until I’m arching against him. He pauses, his hand on my tit, and looks over my shoulder at his best friend. “Cay? You clean?” Caleb gives us a curt nod. “You broken over there?” Jake teases. Caleb shakes his head. “No.” Jake huffs a laugh. “Well, I’m not leaving this room until she comes. So, get over here and help me, or get out.” As if to prove his willingness to share, he tugs on the fabric of my halter top, stretching it wide enough to expose my bare tits to his best friend. “Shit,” Caleb mutters. He crosses the few feet of space separating us and smashes his mouth against mine, pressing me against Jake, who is already up against the door.

Caleb breaks our kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck and collarbone to my breast. He sucks and nibbles, driving me wild. Jake’s hand slips between us, diving inside my pants. His fingertips brush the silk of my undies, just over my clit. “Fuck, you’re such a little liar,” he growls in my ear. “You’re soaked, baby girl. Tell us what you want. Unless Cay is a kinky freak, I doubt we have lube.” “No lube,” Caleb mutters. He cups my cheek, glancing from me to Jake over my shoulder. “But you might wanna see what I’m working with before you invite me to play,” he admits.

In answer, Caleb unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. Taking my hand, he slips me right inside, letting me feel his hard cock. His— “Oh my fucking god,” I say on a breath, my smile spreading. “Holy shit, Caleb.” I stroke him from root to tip and he groans, one hand going to my shoulder. My hand is wrapped around his dick. His pierced dick. Four times pierced. I brush my thumb over four stiff, metal rods with barbells at either end. “What is it?” Jake says, clearly concerned. “You have an accident or something, man?” I snort, my smile spreading. “Oh no,” I reply. “He’s just fine.” My eyes lock on Caleb as I give him another stroke, running my thumb over his tip. He twitches in my hand. I want him in my mouth. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than this to scare off a Hurricane.” “Well, I’m scared,” says Jake. Caleb’s smile mirrors mine as he leans in. “Why don’t you take it out? Show Jake.”

Jake shifts to my side. “What are you—oh—fuck—” He gasps, his hand going to his mouth like a Southern Baptist church lady. “When the fuck did you do that? How did you do that? Why did you do that?” His gaze darts up to Caleb’s face. “You wanna get into all that now? Or you want to fuck our girl before the staff kick us out of here?” Caleb deadpans back. “Well…both,” Jake admits. “I mean, does it help?” I snort again. “Help what? His balance? I doubt it.” Jake rolls his eyes at me. “I meant like, with sex. Is it…does it make the sex crazy good or something?”

I turn around, wrapping my hands around his neck. “You think you can’t make me feel good, angel? You worried I’ll fake my orgasm? Chant your name while I’m dreaming of his ribbed dick?” Behind me, Caleb laughs, his hands brushing over my bare shoulders. Jake scowls at us both. “No.” But his eyes give him away. Yes. I purse my lips, trying hard not to smile. “Tell you what, angel,” I say, flashing Caleb a heated look over my shoulder. “Caleb is going to stand back with his fancy dick in his hand and watch us. Show him how good you make me feel.” I run my hands down his chest to the top of his pants. “He doesn’t touch me until you’ve had your fill.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just started.” I glance between them. “What?” “Cay likes to watch,” he replies. “He likes to boss me around—or at least he did in college. We haven’t fooled around with a girl in a long time.” I turn in Jake’s arms, fisting Caleb’s polo shirt and pulling him closer. That sense in the back of my mind flickers like the flame of a little candle. “Is that right, handsome? You want to watch him take me? Want to watch him fuck my mouth?” “Yes.”

“I’ll let you boss me around. I’m already wet just thinking about you bossing him. But I’m bossy too,” I add, pushing him again until his back hits the supply shelf with a rattle. I drop my hands to his belt and jerk it loose. He grunts, his hard dick still sticking out the top of his pants. “What do you want, Hurricane?” “I want you aching for me,” I reply, grabbing both his wrists. “Done.” But I shake my head with a tsk. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. Not yet.” With that, I slap his belt around his wrists and raise them up over his head.

“Oh shit—baby girl, what are you doing?” Jake says from behind me. “He can look, but he can’t touch,” I reply, arching up on my toes to tie him loosely to the supply shelf. Caleb smiles at me like the snake to the rabbit and I fight a hungry shiver. This man has layers. A little light bondage is only the beginning, I can tell. It would take nothing for him to tug his hands free, but I know he won’t. “He can boss us around,” I say, running my hands down his chest. “Until his hands come down, we do whatever he says.”

“Do you consent, Caleb?”

“You kidding me? Fuck, yes. I’m dyin’ over here.” His eyes heat as he looks to Caleb too, waiting for his first direction. He’s my good little hockey player, used to taking orders from coach. And he clearly loves a game. I have a sneaking suspicion these men will ruin me.

“Kiss her. Those perfect lips, her tits. Make her moan.” My core clenches with excitement as Jake wraps me in his arms, doing as he’s told. The thrill of his submission to Caleb has me ready to come and no one has even started touching my clit. Jake pours himself into me, leaving nothing unsaid with his hands, his eager lips. God, he’s such a good kisser. How did I go without this for months? How did I walk away from him in Seattle? “Touch her clit,” Caleb orders. “Feel how wet she is.” With an eager groan, Jake slips his hand back inside the front of my pants, never breaking our kiss. His large fingers part my pussy lips and then he’s sliding through my wetness, so slick and warm, so ready for him. We both groan with longing as he drags that middle finger over my clit, circling it with his fingertip. “Is she wet?” asks Caleb. “So fuckin’ wet,” Jake replies, breaking our kiss with a panting breath. He leans back to watch me as he sinks a finger inside me. “Show me,” Caleb growls.

“Taste.” Jake doesn’t hesitate to suck his wet fingers into his mouth, letting out a satisfied groan. “Good boy.” Ohmygod. I shiver as Jake shivers. We’re both so turned on by this, we might orgasm without any stimulation. “Face me, Hurricane,” Caleb directs. “Hands on me. Look at me while he fucks you with his fingers. Jake, don’t stop until she comes.”

Jake is right there, bracing me with his body as he slips one hand back inside my pants, fingering me until I’m a trembling mess. His other hand tweaks my nipples, teasing me. He kisses me—my neck, my shoulder, my earlobe. All the while he grinds with his hips, letting me know how hard he is for me. And Caleb watches, that dark gaze so hot and heavy as he breathes through parted lips. I hold his gaze as I come with a long moan, Jake’s fingers in my cunt and his thumb on my clit, his hot breath against my ear. “What a good fucking girl. You’re squeezing me so tight.” “Fuck, get inside her,” Caleb growls. His arms flexing, testing the hold of the belt. “I need to watch you fuck her. Hurricane, don’t you dare look away.”

Jake smooths his hands over my ass, his fingers curling under the string of my thong. He gives an almighty jerk, tearing them clean off me. Reaching around, he stuffs them in Caleb’s pocket. “Spread for me, baby,” he murmurs. I shuffle my feet wider as he puts pressure on my back, bending me forward a bit. The angle brings me that much closer to Caleb’s face. “You’re so beautiful,” Jake says, reaching between my legs to sink his fingers into me. I know what he’s doing—he’s using my wetness to lube his cock. I’m so ready to go again. I want this man inside me. I want Caleb to watch. “God, you make we wild, baby,” he pants. “Stop talking and do it,” Caleb growls, his eyes still on me. “You want me to stop talking too?” I tease. “Why don’t you put my mouth to work.” “Don’t mouth off, and you’ll get exactly what you want,” he replies, his eyes molten. “Hold still,” Jake pants. “Fuck—baby—” He’s got his hand and his dick between my legs, his tip rubbing at my entrance, before I spread a bit more and he’s able to notch in. I gasp, sinking down on his tip. “Oh, right there—” “Fuck—hold still—” Jake slips his hand out, bending his knees, and then he’s lifting up and in at once, impaling me on his cock. The fullness slams through me, lifting me up on my toes.

Feeling him around me and in me, I can’t help the swell of emotion in my chest. My Mystery Boy. My Jake. Oh god, he’s mine. I ride the spiraling of my next orgasm, feeling the flood of heat course through my body. “Oh, please,” I’m saying again and again. I’m begging, but I don’t know for what. Then Jake’s hand is in my hair, tightening to a fist as he jerks my head back, bending my neck. I cry out, back arching as he pounds into me. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it off. “Please, Cay,” Jake pants behind me, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucks me so good. I love being between them. I just wish— “Suck my cock, Hurricane.” Dead. My second orgasm shatters me as Jake grunts out his approval, shifting back even as he pushes down on my head, his hand still twisted in my hair. He wants this too. He wants to see me on Caleb. He wants us all in. I love the way he dominates me, even as he submits to Caleb, bending me forward until I’m able to wrap my eager mouth around Caleb’s tip. Holding Caleb by the hips, I sink my hot mouth around his shaft, taking him deep. The metal of each piercing clicks over my bottom teeth as I swallow him, sucking him until he’s crying out.

“Fuck—shit—” He jerks on the belt, his hands coming free. Then he’s dropping them to my head, the belt still wrapped around his tatted wrist. He buries his fingers in my hair, taking over for Jake. He gags me on his cock, tapping the back of my throat as I choke, loving every second. The shelf behind him rattles as his hips hit it. The barbells of his piercings roll over my tongue. I can only imagine what they’d feel like in my pussy. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna—” Jake pants from behind me. I moan in approval around Caleb’s dick, giving them both my consent. We’re not stopping until we’ve all chased our release. I want them undone. “Fuck—you’re so tight—so goddamn perfect—” Jake slams his hips against mine twice more and then he’s crying out, his warm release filling me. I suck on Caleb and he lets loose too, his cum filling my mouth. I swallow him down, pulling back to gasp for air. Just when I think I’m shattered beyond repair, Jake snakes his hand around and flicks at my clit, setting off one last little shuddering tremor of release. It’s an echo of my other orgasms, an aftershock, an unraveling.

I have Caleb’s taste in my mouth, Jake’s cum between my legs. I love it. There’s nothing that compares to the feeling of being used by two men at once.

The next time we do this, I want them both stripped bare. They’re too gorgeous to hide all that perfect skin away from me. Jake drops to one knee, shimmying my jumpsuit up my legs, covering me. When it gets to my hips, he zips me up. “Come on,” Caleb murmurs, lifting me away until I’m swaying on my feet. He gives me an appraising look before he lifts both his hands brushing his thumbs lightly under my eyes. I can only imagine what I must look like—my hair tousled from their hands, my makeup streaked with tears from choking on his cock. But I don’t care. He’s looking at me like I’m his reason, and in this moment, I want to be.

My clothes feel like armor. They also represent reality setting in. I’m alone with one of my players and the equipment manager in the storage room of a busy club. We just fucked. All three of us. Together. My resolve to keep Jake at bay lasted all of a month. Oh god, this is hopeless. I can’t deny them. Can’t escape. “Come on, beautiful,” Caleb murmurs, tucking his belt back through its loops. “We’ll take you back to the hotel,” Jake adds.

truth sets in. I want Jake Compton. And I want Caleb Sanford. Separately. Together. I want them both. I’ll be counting down the hours until this can happen again.

Every moment of the last two hours flashes in my mind like one of those old school slide projector things. The images are spinning, spinning— “What does this mean?” I blurt out. Next to me, Rachel goes stiff, and I hear Caleb’s muttered ‘fuck’s sake’. What? Do they actually expect me to have a threesome in a mop closet and have no comment? Have they even met me? “Get over yourself, Cay. We had sex, and I wanna talk about it.” “Maybe wait until we’re in private, asshole,” Caleb mutters. “I won’t say anything,” our driver calls from the front seat in a sing-song voice.

Rachel groans, and now I’m officially starting to panic. She regrets it. She’s pulling back again. God, I can’t win with this girl! It’s always one step forward and five steps back. I mean, sure, Caleb is a bit of a surprise. He’s been such a surly asshole since his accident that I was starting to wonder if he’d just sworn off romance altogether. I’m not surprised that he’s interested in her because she’s totally his type. And I’m not surprised at all that she’s interested in him because, again, he’s kind of totally her type— And that’s when my heart drops out of my chest. Jake Compton, you’re a fucking idiot.