Jake smiled at me, and I waved at Logan, giving him permission to have first taste. He leaned forward to kiss Logan softly on the mouth and the sight had my skin tingling. They were so beautiful together, and I would have given up twenty hat tricks to see them like this every day of our lives.
“Can we?” Jake asked quietly, and Logan nodded quickly.
“Yes.” He swallowed and sent me a needy look. “Please.”
Jake ran his hand down Logan’s chest, and I touched his thigh, squeezing. I kissed Logan this time, mouth flush against his in a passionate mashing of lips that had him moaning into me. The sound of his zipper being lowered reached my ears, and excitement churned in my stomach. I wanted to make Logan fly apart, and Jake and I were doing that together.
I cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss, leaning him back against the seat as a shudder went through him. Peeking down at Jake, I smiled at the sight of Logan’s cock in his mouth, swallowing him down to his balls like the master he was at blow jobs. He massaged Logan’s balls in his palm, tugging them gently. Logan’s jeans were undone and bunched around his thighs, exposing him completely to us.
“What if someone sees?” Logan whispered, groaning and jerking his hips up, making Jake choke for a moment.
“Who cares?” I murmured, but in the back of my head I knew it mattered. I had sponsorships and a team I represented. We were in the corner of the parking lot, though, and I didn’t think we had to worry too much. “My turn.”
Jake popped off Logan’s dick and we kissed. The taste of Logan’s saltiness was lush on Jake’s tongue and it was the hottest thing ever. We were tag teaming Logan’s dick. A dirty thrill shot through me as I bent over to take him into my mouth. Jake was kissing Logan like I’d been moments ago.
I licked at the tip of his dick, watching it jerk under my teasing, before I took the head into my mouth. Suckling gently, I tickled my fingernails over his balls, the reaction of his moans and humping hips the exact one I wanted out of him.
“Please.” His word was half-muted by Jake’s lips as they kissed roughly, and Jake framed Logan’s face with his hands.
I slid my mouth completely over Logan, taking in as much of his cock as I could. I wasn’t as talented as Jake, but I did the job. Tonguing the length of his wood, I moaned around his flesh. Logan’s frantic groan was the answer I was searching for, and he thrust his hips up, driving his cock deeper into my mouth and into the back of my throat. I gagged around him and pulled back, licking across his slit again.
“You taste so good,” I murmured, and he trembled, his thighs shaking so hard that I had to place my hand on one to stop them.
Jake bent down again and we shared a kiss over Logan’s cock. He whispered, “You take his dick, I’ll suck his balls.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Curling my fingers around the base of his erection, I placed him between my lips, adding suction to his sensitive skin while Jake tilted his head and sucked on Logan’s balls. Jake rested his hand on Logan’s thigh and I covered it with mine, interlocking our fingers.
Logan’s body tensed and he thrust up again, driving his cock deeper, but I was prepared this time and didn’t choke. He shuddered. “I’m going to come.”
He thrust harder and grabbed whatever of my hair he could, yanking on it roughly enough to get a nice burn on my scalp. I rubbed myself through my jeans, my chubby growing a little more under my attention. He exploded in my mouth, cum shooting to the back of my throat, and I swallowed as much as I could.
When he was done, he fell against the seat, panting with his mouth open and eyes screwed shut. I straightened, and Jake grabbed my chin, bringing me in for a rough kiss. I shared Logan’s cum with him, and we both moaned.
“Delicious,” Jake whispered, caressing Logan’s bare thigh.
He gave us a tired but satisfied smile, sweat beading on his forehead, and Jake leaned forward to press his mouth against his. I did the same when they were done.
“You’re ours,” I said without hesitation.
Jake hummed in agreement. “I need to go back to work and you two have to go.”
Logan pouted, brushing his reddish-brown hair off his forehead. He straightened, and we helped him yank his jeans back up and zip them. “Do we have to? Can’t we go home and have sex?”
We laughed.
“No,” Jake said, though I saw on his face that he loved that idea.
We said our goodbyes, which took longer than they should’ve because Jake couldn’t stop kissing us and it took him forever to actually leave and get back to work.
After that I left so I could get to practice, dropping Logan at home on the way to the ice rink. Popping a kiss on his lips as a goodbye, I headed to work. Coach was in a particularly good mood, and I didn’t know what made him that way, but I wasn’t going to complain. If I noticed a few side-looks he was giving our assistant coach’s son, I wasn’t going to admit it, either. I was definitely not getting involved in that drama, even if I knew Coach was bi.
Halfway through our practice, I called the lawyers our goalie, Hemsworth, suggested. Mr. Polunin’s assistant gave us an appointment early this afternoon. Getting Coach to agree to another hour away wasn’t so hard, and that made mereallysuspicious. He was never this cool during the season.
I texted Jake to let him know.
The response I got in return wasn’t a particularly happy one.
Why? Can’t we just approach her?
