Page 60 of Three Hockey Hotties

“So where do you want to start⁠—”

I don’t even get the whole question out before Dash is at the end of the island, between Abby's knees, spreading her thighs.

Well, okay then.

My friend is usually shy, but not with Abby.

And I’m here for this.

He’s going to get to taste this amazing woman’s sweet pussy first, and I’m fine with it.

I move in and rest my hand on her belly, stroking up and cupping the breast that Benjamin’s left unattended. I watch as Dash strokes his big hands up her inner thighs.

She’s trembling, hips lifting, gasping.

Which is exactly how I hope we keep her for the next hour or two.

“Can Dash eat your sweet pussy?” I ask her.

If Benjamin’s going to be busy kissing her and Dash is going to have his mouth full of hot, wet pussy, I guess I’m in charge of the dirty talk.

She whimpers.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I tell her, tugging on her nipple.

She lifts her hips, and Dash takes the hint, running his hand over her mound and then sliding his middle finger up through her center.

She makes an amazing noise, and apparently Benjamin wants to hear more of it because he finally lifts his head.

“Oh my God,” she cries.

Dash is just getting started. He looks up at her as he runs his finger through her wetness again, lifting it to his mouth and sucking.

“Lucky bastard,” I say.

He meets my gaze and then gives me a smug little grin.

I love seeing that grin on my friend's face.

“Sweeter than anything you’ve tasted before, right?” Benjamin asks.

“Fucking right,” Dash says.

“More,” Abby begs.

Yeah, I like that from her too.

“This is all going so well,” I tell them. “I knew the three of you would be amazing together.”

Benjamin pets Abby's hair. “You’re fucking perfect, Abby girl,” he tells her. “Letting us pleasure you. Letting us make this gorgeous body ours.”

She mumbles something that none of us can understand.

Dash strokes her again and then eases a finger into her.

“Tight,” he grunts.

“You’ve got massive fingers,” I tell him.