by Mia Luxe
I can’t feel shame. All I feel is pleasure, even as I see stars. I look up into Jason’s eyes, and he growls, fucking my mouth harder and harder.
“I’m going to have to punish you hard for that,” growls Jason, and his words turn into a low grunt as his cock flexes and spurts his seed in my mouth. He grips my hair hard by the roots, forcing me to fully take his cock down my throat and then holding me there. I need air, but he doesn’t care – depositing load after load deep down my throat. I can’t even swallow. He simply deposits his load into me.
“I’m going to whip that sexy ass,” says Caden, and he growls as he cums in my ass – filling me with his hot cum.
My pussy clenches uncontrollably as my orgasm brings me to impossibly high heights of need. I milk Ford’s huge dick until he gasps and fills my stretched pussy with his hot load.
The three men fill me with huge loads of cum, as my whole body shakes and pulses with need. Finally, Jason lets go of my hair, pulling his cock back slightly and filling my mouth with cum.
Though I’m desperate for air, my need to satisfy him is deeper. I swallow every drop of Jason’s cum, not wanting to waste a drop – and, as the three men drain themselves into me, I feel closer and closer to them.
I’m out of control – surrendering to desire until finally my orgasm subsides and I collapse, unable to do anything. I fall against Ford’s strong chest, his body slick and sheening against mine. Caden’s cock is still deep inside me – still hard, and I can feel their cum inside me. Jason pulls his cock from my mouth, and I gasp for sweet air. My lungs fill even as my head spins.
Jason slowly runs his fingers through my tangled hair, his touch gentle, and I don’t flinch even though minutes ago he was pulling my hair hard.
Oh, fuck. I loved every second of it.
I don’t know if the three men are turning me into their slut, or if I’ve always had these deep, dark needs inside of me – and I’ve just never had a man strong and dominant enough to show them to me.
Now I have three.
10
Sierra
I wake up in Jason’s huge arms. My body is sore and satisfied, and I swear I can still feel the men inside of me.
Jason wrapped himself around me after we showered again last night, while Caden and Ford slept in other parts of the house. But now, the smell of bacon wafts into the bedroom, and my mouth waters.
I slowly move Jason’s huge arm from around me, and he grumbles, pulling me closer to his broad chest. I twist, and with a sleepy sound he releases me. I tiptoe to the bathroom to freshen up, and then make my way to the kitchen in my pajamas.
“This is for the woooorld record!” Says Ford, and he throws a piece of bacon in the air. It travels twenty feet from the kitchen to the living room, where Caden snaps it up in his mouth. I giggle, and the two of them turn to me with a look like they’ve been caught doing something wrong.
“I’m even more impressed than when I watched you guys play hockey,” I say, and Ford grins. He grabs another half-piece of crispy bacon and lines up a throw.
“Go long!” He says, and tosses the bacon up. I open my mouth and it falls right in. Ford and Caden cheer for me. I crunch it down, then sit as Caden brings me a mug of coffee.
“This all feels too good to be true.”
Ford nods. “I know. Enjoy it while we can. Come Monday, we’re all going to be back to work. Coach Hendricks is going to grind us, and grind us hard.”
I gulp. “Ugh. Work. Cheese. I’m fired from my job at the sports bar. Oh well, I guess the manager was a creep anyway.”
Caden frowns. “What do you mean, a creep? He ever tried anything on you?”
There’s a look in Caden’s eyes that scares me. He’s giving me his full attention, and I can barely remember the guy who was catching bacon in his mouth and laughing just seconds ago. His jaw is clenched.
Holy shit. If I say the word, he would go after Russel for me.
I shake my head. “No, no. Nothing like that. He just gives me a really creepy vibe, and sometimes checks me out a little too long. But he hasn’t tried anything.”
Caden nods. “Good. What about at your other job. The Herald. No one giving you trouble there?”
I smile. “No, not at all. Oof – I just wish I got paid for my work there. I’ve got enough saved for next months’ rent, but I’ll have to find another job to pay the bills.”
Ford grabs a ladle. He’s got a mixing bowl full of pancake mix next to him, and he starts scooping it into a hot, buttery pan. “So? Get paid. You’re worth it.”
The pancake batter sizzles satisfyingly at the pan, and my stomach grumbles as I stare longingly at the plate of bacon. “That’s not how it works. I’m an intern. I get credits out of it.”
He smiles. “Credits? You can’t eat credits,” he says, holding out another piece of bacon. “I know your interview didn’t go smoothly, but you brought eyes to your networks’ web presence. That’s worth something. Jason told me when you were up in the helicopter you wanted to do a piece on the orphanage. About raising the money to try to save it...”
He holds the piece of bacon out, and I walk up to him, holding my hand out. He shakes his head slightly with a little smile, and I eat out of his hand. A shudder goes through my body. It feels good to take food out of his hand.
I crunch on the bacon, considering his words. I wash the bacon down with a sip of coffee and sputter. “Who made this? It tastes like water.”
Caden shrugs. “My bad! I usually use instant coffee.”
“You’re barred from the kitchen, mister,” I say with a laugh, going to the coffee pot and dumping out the weak brew. I fill my grinder with beans. Caden takes a couple steps back with a grin, pretending I’m exiling him to the living room.
“You’re right, Ford. I did say that. I want to do a story on you guys and the orphanage. Something that could bring attention to your cause. I want to make a difference.”
Ford shrugs. “That’s gotta be worth something. Look: The three of us will do whatever you need us to. We’ll dress up in our uniforms for pictures, give you an interview – whatever. People want to read that. Your manager knows it. Go play some hardball. Tell him you’ve got a great story, and if he wants it, he’s going to promote you to a paid position.”
I swallow hard and grind the beans, delaying my answer under the sound of coffee grinding. I hate confrontation. I’m always the one who keeps her head down, even when something bad happens to me. The only time I’ve ever been brave in my life is when I see something bad happen to another person.
I start the coffee and get a glass of water, my throat dry at the thought of trying to convince Bob of my value. I take a sip and set the cup down.
“And what happens if he tells me he won’t pay?”
Caden laughs. “Then you tell him you’re going to another paper with the story.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. I need this internship for credits. It’s one of the requirements for my first year of college. Oh, cheese, and I’m going to miss classes if I stay here!”
“Don’t stay here. Go back to New York. Hell, Sierra, your boss isn’t going to stonewall you. He’s going to hire you –he just might have some terms. Like, oh, I don’t know – that you’ll do some more stories on us. And we’ll be happy to help you. It’s time for you to stop hiding out here.” Ford says the words with confidence as he flips the pancakes. I know he’s right, but it feels so much safer in Scranton, where I grew up.
Here, there isn’t the same energy as New York – but there isn’t the same stress, either.
I pour myself coffee and sip, feeling my energy picking up.
“You’re right. But… ugh, I’m sorry… I just don’t know how I’m going to do a story on you three and the orphanage after that stupid tabloid! Unless we can think of something, I don’t know what to do!”
Caden’s jaw drops. “I’ve figured it out! You weren’t at our penthouse because you’re dating one of us. You were there with the three of us
.”
He steps into the kitchen, his face jubilant. I don’t fully understand, but I can sense his energy.
I furrow my brow. I don’t get it. That seems way worse. Is he suggesting I tell the world I’m dating all three of them?
“With… the three of you?” I say.
“Yeah,” Caden nods. “You wanted to help us get publicity for the cause, and we were up all night working on it with you.”
Ford throws a couple of pancakes on a plate, sliding it towards me with an unconvinced look. “It’s a good start, but it doesn’t really make sense. Why would we go with an unpaid intern instead of a real journalist?” He glances at me: “No offence, Sierra.”
I shrug. None taken. He continues:
“What possible reason could we have for going to her? How is she going to reach people that we can’t reach with a regular newspaper reporter?”
I almost drop my coffee mug as the idea flashes in my mind. “Twitch!”
Ford plates more pancakes, his eyebrows drawn down. “Twitch? What are you talking about?”
Caden grabs the plate of pancakes and pours syrup on them, then places the bottle down on the table next to me. “Twitch is a website where people play videogames. I used to watch a little – like, ten years ago. What does Twitch have to do with anything?”
I smile. “My roommate, Rebecca, is big on Twitch TV. This will work! I came to you three and said that I wanted to do a story on the orphanage with you. Then I said Rebecca would do a stream for charity. She’ll play, and instead of accepting donations for a day, all funds will go to the orphanage instead! Charity streams are huge. Some have raised… Well, I don’t the specifics, but I bet it’s over a hundred thousand sometimes!”
Ford nods slowly, a smile creeping on his face. “You know what? I have heard of that website. It’s like YouTube for gamers, or something – and we can argue that we did that live interview with you because we wanted to do the Twitch stream with your friend. We chose you because only you can get us that specific visibility. And those pictures? We were working on the logistics of the charity stream all night long!”
Jason lumbers in, and see all three of us beaming. “What’d I miss?”
Ford hands him a plate of pancakes. I sit down and dig in, hungrier than ever now that I have a way to go back to New York and keep my dignity. Ford quickly explains the new plan to Jason, who smiles and nods. “Hell yeah. That’ll work. Great job, team. You’re serious, though, Sierra? You think it could earn a hundred thousand?”
I bite my lip. “Well, I don’t know. I have no idea, honestly. But at least a… A few thousand. And doesn’t every little bit help?”
Jason nods. “Won’t be enough to keep the orphanage open, but if we can raise funds to hire staff, or anything to keep those kids together with their best friends… Hell, every little bit helps. Great plan. Fuck, I’m fired up now!”
I raise my eyebrows. “Just be careful, alright? We can’t let anyone know I’m dating you… All three of you. The only people who know right now are my mom and my roommate. Unless you guys have told anyone?”
They shake their heads in unison. “No, not a soul,” says Ford.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way. We can’t do anything in public that would blow our cover – so, remember: You three are just athletes who are trying to keep an orphanage open. I’m just a reporter who wants to cover the story. That’s all. When we’re in New York, we can’t see each other. I can’t go to your apartments, or have you over… or anything. I can only see you professionally.”
Caden nods. “We get it. But if after an interview you happen to slip into a little unused room…”
I imagine his body, pressed against mine in the darkness, taking me hard and fast while his hand covers my lips so no one hears my moans…
I shudder, my nipples peaking – but I hold my finger up. “Caden! This is serious. You can’t joke around with this. If we want this to work, we’ll have to be on the same page.”
Jason comes behind me, running is hand down my cheek. “We better make the most out of this weekend, then.”
Maybe the last weekend we can enjoy each other’s company for… God knows how long.
I smile. “I’m sure we will. Thanks for making breakfast, Ford. Let me clean up the dishes.”
He smiles. “Not a chance.”
I laugh. “Oh, come on! It’s not like you three are going to be cooking for me forever! I can help out too!”
Jason grabs the pan, rinsing it in the sink. “You’re our lucky charm, Sierra. You do more for us than you’ll ever realize.”
He finishes washing the pan and puts it to dry. Then he turns, looking at me. “You have no idea what it’s like. To go from the worst players in the NHL to the best. I’ve put in work to get where I am – all three of us have – but we never, and I mean never, thought we were going to be star players.”
Caden licks his lips eagerly. “We have what it takes to be a champion O line. I believe in us. I believe in our team. God, I just wish I could take you somewhere. Like a real couple, you know? I want to grab coffee with you. See a movie.”
Sadness hits me. I want that too, and it’s tough knowing I can’t have it. “It would be so much easier if you weren’t so damn tall! You three are so recognizable. If you walked into a building, everyone would turn and look at you even if you weren’t star hockey players.”
Jason stands behind me, his hands trailing up my arm. I bite my lip, sudden need surging through me – but I shift nervously in my seat. I can still feel their huge, powerful cocks stretching me, and I know giving in to lust would be painful.
“I know what we can do,” says Jason, in his low rumble – the one that travels up and down my spine and makes me shiver. Ford grins, his eyes burning bright with need.
“I… I’m too sore,” I say, and gasp as he gropes my breasts through my thin t-shirt, feeling my hard nipples.
Caden gets a wicked grin on his face. “Too sore? I’ve got an idea. It’s a weekend, and we can’t go out in public. But tonight, one of us can take you out for a midnight drive – out into the country, where the skies are clear and the stars sparkle.”
Jason ignores my protests, cupping my breasts in his hands and squeezing gently, making me gasp.
“That is a good idea,” says Ford, and I gasp when I see his cock tenting his pants. “And quite the prize, since only one of us can claim it. So, it’s a competition, then. How do we win?”
I bite my lip. “Jason, you’re torturing me,” I say, grabbing his arms. He’s much too strong, and takes my nipples in his fingers. I whimper, waiting for him to pinch them – and when he slowly squeezes my firm peaks, he sends pleasure throughout my body. I lean my head back, looking up at him as he wraps his arms around my body, holding me close.
“Whoever can make Sierra cum fastest with their tongue wins.”
My mouth drops at Caden’s filthy words. He looks at me with a smirk, knowing how badly he turns me on.
Jason kisses my ear, and I know I can’t resist their filthy contest.
“I’ll go first,” growls Jason. “I’ve got her warmed up.” His voice is hot in my ear, and I shudder with desire.
Jason unwraps his arms from me, and my body aches for his touch. The three huge men extend their fists, bumping them silently in the kitchen and looking at me like I’m a prize. I feel like I’m melting under their hot gazes.
“What are the rules?” Asks Ford.
“I’m right here! You’re talking like I don’t have a say in this,” I gasp, wriggling with need in my seat. My cheeks are bright red and flushed, my nipples obviously hard under my t-shirt. The thin cotton pressing against them drives me insane, and it takes every ounce of self-discipline to stop myself from touching them.
Ford steps upn to me, running his finger down my cheek. “You don’t want a say,” he states, and I gasp. I’m so turned-on I can barely think.
He’s right.
I want these men to do whatever they want to me.
The thought of their hot, lapping tongues on my body drives me insane.
“The timer starts when your mouth makes contact. Then it’s game on,” says Caden, and Jason steps forward, nodding. He lifts me from the chair, picking me up easily and I wrap my legs around him. He kisses me deep, the taste of maple syrup sweet in his mouth.
I know Ford and Caden are watching. Their eyes are devouring me, and I’m on display for these men. Having an audience gets me even more turned-on.
Jason wastes no time. He grips my ass as he carried me to the couch, breaking off his kiss to bring his mouth to my ear. “You’re going for cum for me, my gorgeous little fucktoy – and I’m not going to stop licking your sweet pussy until you’re begging me to.”
I get so fucking sensitive after I cum. It’s hard enough to handle sex – but the thought of his tongue directly on my clit after an orgasm shudders through me and makes me shiver.
Jason puts me down on the couch and pulls my t-shirt from my body, exposing my naked breasts to the whole room. All three men can see how fucking hard my nipples are for them.
“I’m going to keep sliding my tongue up and down your oversensitive clit, making you moan and scream until you lose your mind,” Jason promises, and he kneels in front of me, pulling my pajamas down. My pussy glistens, wetter than it’s ever been. I spread my legs without being asked, my eyes fixed on Jason’s mouth.
“That’s not fair,” says Caden, as he enjoys the view. “She’s going to be too sensitive for us.”
Jason grins, then buries his mouth between my legs.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, as his tongue finds my clit instantly. He doesn’t wait even a second before pressing his huge tongue against my sensitive clit, and I already can’t handle the pleasure. Caden has his phone out, the stopwatch app timing us… Then he gets a wicked grin and starts recording the action as Jason eats me out.
I moan out, know I’m being filmed. It turns me on so fucking much.