by Mia Wilde
“Mm. No, god, please—I want you,” is all I can whimper back.
“You hear that, Chase? The little slut wants us, too.” Garrett moves behind me, positioning his cock as well. But this time, his shaft isn’t sliding against my pussy lips. His slick, honey-soaked cockhead slips between my ass cheeks instead, spreading them apart so he can settle his tip against…
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
“What’s the problem, Maddie?” Garrett nips at my earlobe as he shifts me in his arms. “You must’ve known what we were after. We told you as much, didn’t we? If you want Chase in your pussy…don’t you want me in your ass?”
I swallow hard, feeling a rush of excitement shoot through me. Maybe excitement…maybe fear.
“I’ve never done anal before,” I whisper back, suddenly feeling incredibly shy.
Chase and Garrett look surprised once more.
“Christ, Maddie…maybe you’re not as much of a slut as we’d like to pretend you are, then.” Chase moves his cock up and down my slit, catching my clit against his tip. My clit’s so swollen and sensitive right now, the sensation makes me coo and tremble with need.
“Still…if you’re going to be our slut, I think it’s about time you learned your lesson,” Garrett growls in my ear. “If you want all of the Stormbreakers, that means giving us all of your holes.”
“God,” I breathe. “Yes. Okay. Yes, fuck. Please. Please take all my holes. Please…god, just fucking give it to me.”
“Mm,” moans Chase.
Garrett slides his hand down my breast from behind, pinching my nipple between his fingers again. “Hoping you would say that.”
Then, all at once, they drop me. Or, really, all the strength they were using to hold me up with—they let it go. I don’t fall to the floor, though. They’re not quite that cruel.
No, what they’ve done is impaled me on their cocks. They’re not even taking me—they’re using my own weight against me, holding me up just enough to keep me steady but allowing my body to sink down on the both of them at once.
And Garrett and Chase don’t just have average sized cocks. Their cocks are Stormbreaker-sized—big, thick, and larger than life. At this point, the team ought to just rename themselves the Maddie-breakers, because as I take Chase into my pussy and Garrett into my ass, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so completely full in my life.
It ought to hurt. For a moment, I was even afraid it might. But Garrett has lubed his dick up perfectly with all the wetness that was spilling from my pussy, and Chase is holding me close to his chest even when I begin to shake from the sheer ecstasy of it all. They’re stretching me out, forcing my body down onto their dicks and making me take every last fucking inch of their big, hard, throbbing cocks…
But it doesn’t hurt. Not even a little bit.
Oh my god. If anything…
If anything, it’s almost the best I’ve ever felt.
The water continues to pour down over us, keeping our bodies hot and our muscles relaxed. But as all the tension of the day washes away, a whole new tension is growing inside each of us in its place.
“Fuck, Gar…it’s like she’s trying to milk my cum right up out of my balls,” Chase groans, lifting me a little so he can plunge inside me even deeper than before.
“If you think that’s good, you ought to feel how tight her ass is,” Garrett snarls, pumping up into me in time with Chase’s thrusts. “God, if we were any bigger than we already are, I don’t think she’d even be able to take us at all.”
I can only moan and sob in pleasure, clutching to them both as our bodies begin to move as one. I can feel them both inside me, just a thin wall of flesh between them as they fill up my pussy and my ass completely, taking me balls deep then lifting me up so they can thrust in together again. Everything feels red hot, pink hot, white hot as the steam surrounds us. My eyelashes flutter. Our breaths are all shuddering, desperate things, chests heaving together and releasing all at once, over and over again until…
“Come for us, Maddie.” Garrett reached around my hip to rub my clit, his teeth sinking into my neck. “We’re so fucking close—come with us.”
“Give it to us, babydoll,” Chase urges me, kissing and sucking on the other side of my neck. “Let us fill you with all this thick, salty cum while you lose control right along with us.”
“You’re ours now, Maddie.”
“Completely ours.”
“So give it to us.”
“Give in to us.”
“Give—”
I cry out, arching my back and feeling my whole body snap forward like a rubber band stretched past its breaking point. Everything within me is throbbing, pounding, completely uncaged and untamed.
As I orgasm, I feel Chase and Garrett let go, too. Their cum shoots up into me, pumping hard and deep into my pussy and my ass alike. I can feel their balls tensing against my ass and my thighs, squeezing every last drop of their seed up into me. Filling me to the brim and then some. What won’t fit inside me begins to drip out, slipping down our legs until the water washes it all away.
“Fuck,” Garret breathes. “That was so fucking good, Maddie.”
“Perfect thing,” Chase agrees. “You took that like a fucking goddess, gorgeous girl.”
“You two aren’t so bad yourselves,” I say back, feeling light-headed even as I laugh at their praise.
“But you know…” Garret says, his gaze sliding over to the soap. “I think this shower idea was kind of a bust.”
Chase laughs. “Yeah…looks like we just got dirty all over again.”
I grin and sigh, letting them help me keep my feet as they slip their cocks out of me and place my feet back down on the floor.
“Well…” I say softly, clinging to them both and smiling up at them, please. My whole body feels like it’s turned into a bowl of Jell-o, but there’s no pretending that I didn’t just enjoy the fucking they gave me. I feel incredible. Amazing. Perfectly, completely satisfied. “Tell you boys what. I’ll wash your backs if you wash mine.”
Chase and Garrett share a look, then Chase holds my body against his chest while Garrett goes for the soap.
23
Donovan
If someone had told me a month ago that this is how things would end up, I would’ve laughed in their fucking face. But one month after Madeleine Christensen made her big debut as the Stormbreakers’ new PR manager, and somehow, she hasn’t managed to fuck us over yet.
Maybe it has something to do with the way she’s just fucking us all—literally—instead. There’s barely been a day that’s passed since that first night in the restaurant where I haven’t either had Madeline’s cunt on my mouth, her lips wrapped around my cock, my dick buried in her pussy or my balls bouncing against her ass.
In fact, on a good day, I can manage to steal all four, and I know the other guys are getting plenty of action off of her too. Even when she’s not around, she’s all we fucking talk about now. And for once, when we call her that bitch, we’re usually bragging about how goddamn incredible she’s making us all feel.
“Alright, boys.” I call the team around me in the locker room where we’re all huddled just before our first game of the season. We’ve got everyone in here—not just my starters, but the coach along with our B team as well. I almost feel bad for the B-team guys—and not just because they’ve been missing out on Maddie’s hot, tight little body, either . With the way my starters and I have been skating lately, we’re fit to play the entire game as long as Jared doesn’t get thrown out for fighting and no one manages to break Garrett’s nose again.
I give a quick pep talk. Clean, fast, and for once, devoid of mentions of Maddie. While the starters and I might be fond of kissing and telling when it comes to each other, but we’ve all agreed to be gentlemen about hot piece of ass we’ve all been getting when it comes to the rest of the team. Jared, Piotr, Ash, Chase, Garret and I don’t mind sharing with each other—especially not where Maddie’s involved. But as far as I’m
concerned, it’d be cruel to get the B-team’s hopes up. Madeleine Christensen is our prize. Our woman. Our shared obsession. Now that we’ve laid claim to her, I have every intention of keeping her that way, too.
As we break in the locker room and head out onto the ice, though, I can feel thoughts of her buzzing around in all six of our heads. When the Stormbreakers are on the ice together, we’re a goddamn hivemind. It’s what makes us the best in the league. It’s what ruined us back when Maddie’s antics were forcing us to make substitutions nearly every game.
But now that she’s ours, she’s brought us all together more than ever. The B-team breaks off to start running drills, but the six of us take a lap around the outskirts of the rink to scan the crowd.
There’s only one reason why, and she’s standing down by the bench next to our penalty box. As soon as we lay eyes on her, I think our hearts all collectively skip a beat as our jaws threaten to drop straight through the ice itself.
Jesus. She looks too fucking good to be real. She’s got her hair down, long chestnut waves falling over her shoulders and those perfect tits of hers like she’s some kind of fairytale princess and we’re all her knights in shining armor. Hell, from the way we all skate over to her, ice spraying as we break to a stop along the edge of the rink, you’d think she was more than just a princess, too.
She’s only wearing some jeans, her Stormbreaker’s jersey and our numbers painted in tiny white print on her cheeks, but with the way she holds court over the six of us, she looks more like a fucking queen.
“You boys ready for the game?” She looks around, sizing up the crowd. “Better turn-out than usual, right?”
I smirk. “Looks like your little free-ticket stunt worked. This is more fans than we’ve had here since you took that job with The Shredder.”
“There’s still a ways to go, though.” She frowns. Incredibly, she even looks amazing doing that. With the way her soft, sweet lips drop into a pout, it nearly breaks my heart just staring at her. Fuck. “I think I’ve finally realized what hell I put you guys through with my stories at that rag, anyway.”
“You’ve more than made up for it at this point,” Jared says. He’s all puppy-dog eyes over her too now, and I can’t even blame him. Just being this close to her is making my dick stiff.
“Yeah, at least we’re going to play fucking great today,” Garrett gives Maddie a wink. “I think you’ve succeeded in putting us all in pretty good moods this month.”
Maddie grins immediately. That girl soaks up praise from us like it’s sunshine, and it shows on her perfect face, too. But it’s a short-lived smile. She’s still not happy about the turn-out. “I just wish I could’ve come through better on, you know. My actual job for you guys.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Piotr tells her.
“You’ve done really well, sweetheart,” Chase agrees.
“Yeah…And I reckon with all the time you’ve been spending with the team, by now you’ve come through plenty,” Ash adds, grinning like a bastard.
“Oh, very funny.” Maddie rolls her eyes, but our energy is infectious. Her grin returns by the time her gaze falls on me again. “Is there anything else I can do for you guys before I head out to check the merch table? I want to make sure everything is in place before the game starts.”
I lock my eyes on hers, still smirking. “I can think of at least one thing.”
Another eye roll. “I’m not blowing you six on the ice, Don.”
I laugh. “That’s fair. But I think after everything…a little kiss good luck couldn’t hurt.”
She raises an eyebrow, mulling it over. Even just that little shift in her expression makes my cock twitch like it’s trying to break through my jock strap and dare her to think twice about that whole blowing me on the ice thing.
But eventually, she smiles and nods.
“Okay,” Maddie agrees, leaning in towards me. “Only because you asked first. But if the rest of you want kisses as well…you’re going to have to win.”
I wrap my glove around the back of her head, pulling her so hard toward me that I leave her standing on tiptoe on the other side of the barrier. Her lips are hot and pillowy and so sweet, I nearly forget about the game altogether.
But when our kiss finally breaks, I can feel the urge to win all around me. Whether she meant it to or not, Maddie’s little challenge worked.
Now, there’s not a single fucking one of us who has plans for anything but a win.
24
Jared
There are hundreds of people in this stadium and I’m playing like Maddie’s the only one watching. What started as a desire just to break our shared enemy has become something so much more. Don’t get me wrong, my cock still throbs every time I look at her. Hell, she looks even better today than she did that first day she walked into our team meeting, or that first dinner when I got her cunt on my lips for the first time. But it’s more than that now. We’re playing for her because she’s ours, our woman. And that means that we do with her what we want, but it also means that we’re united deeper than ever. It’s made us stronger as a team. After years as the underdogs, we’re finally starting to play like a real force on the ice.
Just look at how I’m playing today. Usually, I’m an old-school enforcer, a goon, the team’s heavyweight muscle. I throw myself into every challenge, I bust heads and take names to give the Stormbreakers any advantage they need. In a game like this last season, I’d already have recorded my share of penalties. But today, I’m playing as close to clean as I can get. I don’t want to jeopardise the team for the sake of my quick temper. There’s no way I’m gonna let Madeleine down.
The final minutes of the game and we’re neck and neck. We’ve got muscle and power, but our opposition, Phoenix Blaze, has got speed and precision. Piotr’s blocking shots, Garrett and Ash putting up a brick wall of a defense. Before Maddie, we’d have been in trouble. But now we glide around the ice like we can read each other’s minds. You fuck the same girl together enough times and you’ll learn how you all operate. We’ve had the edge, but they’ve had luck. Despite everything, the score is tied.
There’s a scrabble on the ice, Garrett getting the puck loose after barging two of the Blaze’s players out from either side. “Jared!” He yells, tapping the puck at me in a single smooth pass. I don’t have time to think, I act on instinct. I spin on my skates and head up the wing. A second later and the weight of the Blaze’s huge defenseman comes hammering into my back, his stick slashing, his strength nearly throwing me off my feet. It’s a brutal challenge, barely legal, but he manages to get the puck and stop my offense.
I see red. I can’t help it. No one gets to fucking treat me like that, least of all some little desert rat fuck from Arizona. He’s passed up to his team-mate, they could be heading for Piotr and a chance to score, the chance to win. I don’t care. The game might as well not exist right now. I zero in on him, ready for all-out war right here in the arena. Fighting will see me sit out the rest of the game, cost our team a player for its essential final moments, but I can’t bring myself to care. And then, just when I’m about to make the mistake that could cost my team the game, Madeleine’s voice breaks my focus.
“C’mon, Southern!” She cries, audible from where she’s sat at the side of the rink. She looks so damn good with her hair resting around her shoulders, her tight little body looking so ripe for the taking, redirecting all that blood and testosterone. And she’s wearing my teams colours, her hazel eyes lit up with real passion. She’s our number one fan. And I’m not gonna let my temper get in the way of playing my best game. “Focus up! Get back in the game! Intercept!”
Her words manage to get through my thick skull. Piotr blocks a shot and it bounces out wide, the puck sliding towards the same defense player who I’d been targeting moments earlier. Only this time, instead of beating him with my fists, I do it by outplaying him. I intercept the shot just like Maddie suggested before slipping past him.
“See ya, fu
cko,” I snarl. Hey, even if I’m playing by the rules, there’s nothing that says I can’t be a prick while I do it. There’s only seconds left on the clock and nothing but a terrified goalie between me and the Stormbreakers winning the game. I blast the shot between his legs and it’s all over. Donovan and Chase are at my shoulders, yelling wordlessly. The buzzer blares.
I’ve scored the winning goal. The fans are roaring and cheering, the entire stadium alive with noise. This is the best game the Stormbreakers have had in years.
While everyone else goes wild, Madeleine gets onto the ice, sure-footed even on the slick surface. She’s grinning as wide as any of the rest of us, the smile lighting up her gorgeous face. I’ve seen her happy before, usually after I’ve fucked her stupid three or four times in a day, but this kind of excitement for the team is brand new. It’s a real good look on her. “Wow!” She cries, unable to find the words, caught up in the moment.
I’m unable to stop myself. She’s unable to stop herself. The air between us feels like it’s on fire with how bad I want her right now. Neither of us holds back as we grab each other on the ice, sharing a deep kiss that ought to melt the ice beneath our feet. Her lips are sweet, soft and electric against mine, freezing cold from the air of the rink, burning hot from my exertion. It takes everything I’ve got not to push all that energy straight into her, to take her on the ice right now, show off how she’s mine and my team’s right here in front of the coach, the other players, the fans and ESPN.
The rest of the team are right alongside me. “Didn’t you promise us all a little something?” Asks Garrett, a smile on his face as he interrupts our kiss. “I might not have scored the winning goal but I was out on the ice too, you know?” He’s right. This win is for all of us. And now we all deserve a piece of our newest mascot. And she’s much more fuckable than the giant foam rubber shark we used to have.
