Page 74 of Three Hockey Hotties

One hand slides from my hip up under my sweatshirt, sending goosebumps across my entire body. He cups my breast, his thumb running over my nipple, making me whimper.

“I fucking love when you’re with Dash and Kane,” he tells me. “But I also love that you’re all mine right now.”

I feel the same way. Being with each of them is special and different, while being with all three is strangely comforting and hot at the same time.

The whole situation is beyond anything I ever imagined or can possibly explain, so I just nod.

“Need this gone,” he says, lifting his body so that he can strip my sweatshirt over my head and toss it away.

The simple bra I’m wearing is also easily discarded, and soon he has his hand full of bare breast, taking the opposite nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking in a way that is a relief and torture at the same time.

“God, Ben,” I moan, my hands going to his head and sinking into his hair.

“Love my name on your lips,” he says roughly, giving my nipple another lick, then a suck.

“More,” I beg.

“Anything you want,” he promises. His hand moves to cup me through my leggings. “You need me here?”

I press up into his touch, grinding my clit against the heel of his hand.

“Yes. God.”

“That’s it. Rub that sweet pussy against me,” he encourages, circling right where I need him.

“Too. Many. Clothes,” I pant.

He suddenly rears up, kneeling between my thighs, and grabs the waistband of my leggings and the panties underneath. In one quick, smooth motion, he pulls them down over my hips, then stands and strips them the rest of the way off.

He stands at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, breathing hard, just staring at me.

I feel wanton and gorgeous, spread out on the bed, completely naked for him.

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ. How did I get so lucky?”

“You’re you,” I say with a light laugh. “We’re supposed to be here together.”

I’m not sure where the words come from. I don’t think about them before I say them. But they feel right.

His eyes are full of emotion when they meet mine. Then he simply nods.

He reaches over his shoulder and grabs the back of his shirt, yanking the long-sleeved Henley over his head and tossing it to the floor. Then his hands go to his fly, and he sheds his pants and briefs.

I prop up on my elbows to get a good look.

“Oh my God, you’re hot,” I tell him.

He wraps a big hand around his bobbing cock and gives it a stroke, letting me watch.

“What do you want, Abby?” he asks.

Every time he says my name, I feel sparkles along all of my nerve endings. It’s not a nickname, not a pet name like Lollipop, but there’s emotion there when Benjamin says it that makes it sound special and intimate.

I think about his question. I know I could ask for anything. I could ask him to go to his knees and make me come with his mouth. I could ask him to put me in any position. But I find myself reaching out a hand. I know exactly how I want Benjamin the first time.

“Come here.”

He braces his hands on either side of my head, staring down at me.