by Mia Wilde
Now that it’s on the table, my mind has latched onto the idea and it won’t let go.
Chase Halloway, coating my womb with cum. Chase Halloway, getting me pregnant and claiming me for his own. The rest of the team filing in after him, taking turns with me until my pussy is dripping with six thick, virile batches of Stormbreaker seed.
“Let’s hear you say it, Maddie. Say you want it,” Chase urges. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. All you gotta do is say the word.”
I try to fight it. This is all happening so fast, with so little warning, that I’d be insane to do what he’s asking of me right now.
I try to fight it, and I fail.
He’s right. I do want it.
I want it so fucking bad, it hurts.
“Get me pregnant,” I whisper as my throat conjures up a sob. “Oh, fuck, Chase. Get me pregnant! Fill me—come inside me—give it to me, Chase, please!”
Just like that, I feel his balls tense up against my clit, throbbing so hard that it pushes me over the edge along with him. My clit is spasming, sending my pussy into a hot, throbbing spiral of ecstasy that milks the cum up out of his shaft and sends it splashing all over my cervix, hard and deep.
“Maddie,” he growls in my ear, giving me violent thrusts as far into my cunt as he can send them. “God, Maddie…you perfect fucking thing. You delicious, gorgeous, exquisite bitch.”
I have to catch my breath before I answer him. My chest feels so tight, I don’t know how I’m even drawing air in at all. But at the same time, it feels open, too. Bright and airy and full of light.
“Yeah, well, you’re a delicious, gorgeous, exquisite bastard,” I finally pant back at him. Then, a devil of an idea flashes through me, and I grin. “Good thing I haven’t been on the pill for a month.”
“What?”
There might be a vein of panic in Chase’s voice, but it’s nothing compared to the way his cock leaps up inside me. If he hadn’t just spent his entire load a few seconds ago, I’m pretty sure he would have just ended up filling me up all over again.
He doesn’t realize that I’m kidding until he hears me laughing at him. As he withdraws and rolls me over to kiss me, he’s laughing then, too.
“Oh, fuck me, sweetheart. You’re too much.” He rests his forehead against mine, his cum gushing out of me and coating the bed beneath us. “You really had me there for a second, you know.”
“In a good way, I hope.” I steal another kiss, enjoying how hot his lips are against mine. In fact, his whole body is burning up. We’re both coated in each other’s sweat, feverish and freshly fucked.
“In the best way,” he assures me. “Wasn’t joking about wanting kids, you know. Just…I was playing around just then, for the record. I wouldn’t really put a baby in you until we’d all talked about it first.”
“All of us, huh?” I smirk up at him. “You and the team planning on knocking me up for real one of these days?”
He laughs. “Oh, darling. Looking the way you do, with these hips—” He squeezes a hand around my hip bone— “and these tits—” He gropes at one of my breasts. “You know, we just might.”
Chase gives me another kiss before rising and stretching. He’s smiling like he just won the entire cup for the team—and I guess if he’s serious, maybe he has. I’ve just admitted to wanting his baby, after all. In the heat of the moment, sure, but if the rest of the team is in agreement…
“I’m going to go get some ice, sweetheart. You’re burning up. A cold drink of water wouldn’t be the worst thing right now, would it?”
I straighten up a little, still kind of dizzy from the way he’s just worked me over. “I wouldn’t say no to one,” I admit. “Wanna untie my hands first?”
Chase watches as I turn to flash the way my hands are still tied behind my back. His grin only darkens, though.
“Maybe when I get back.” He laughs at the look of shock on my face as he zips up his slacks and heads for the door. “For right now…I think I’ve got you exactly where I want you. I don’t think we’re quite done for the night just yet.”
38
Garrett
I catch Chase in the hall on the way back from dinner and drinks with Piotr, Jared and Ash. Don and Coach are still out schmoozing with the Tornadoes’ captain and coach, and as for Chase and Maddie…
Well, one look at Chase’s messy blond hair and shirtless, shoeless state tells me what the two of them have likely been up to.
“She’d better be able to walk tomorrow,” I say as I pass him, clapping him on the back and messing up his hair even more. “You lucky son of a bitch.”
“You know how Maddie is. Even if she’s sore all over tomorrow, she’ll still pretend like she’s completely fine until she’s out of eyesight.” Chase laughs. “You should’ve heard her, though. Please Chase, fuck me! Please Chase, get me pregnant!”
My jaw drops. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
But Chase’s grin says it all. “Not even a little bit. I think she might be starting to like us, man.”
“No shit.” Now I’m really wishing that I’d beaten Chase off the bus earlier. I know we’d all been thinking about it—grabbing her bag and asking her for a little more one-on-one time. But Chase had always been the fastest of us—on the ice or off it.
Like he’s reading my mind, Chase shoves the ice bucket he’s carrying into my hands.
“If you look any more envious of me right now, you’re gonna turn green, man.” He pats me on the shoulder and points me down the hall. “Ice machine is that way. I’ve got Maddie tied up back in her room. Key’s right here.”
I can’t help but grin as he slips the key into my pocket. “That’s incredibly generous of you. Did she wear you out too much for a round two?”
Chase laughs. “Gar, you know Maddie. I think she could wear us all out and then some. ”
I’m quick to get ice. It’s hard not to be. Especially not when I know exactly what’s waiting for me behind Maddie’s hotel room door.
Maddie used to be the woman of my worst nightmares. Lately, though, she’s been the focus of all my wettest dreams. And if she’s all tied up, already wet for me and ready for more…
My damn feet can’t move fast enough.
When I open the door, her back is to me. I spot the soft pink lace that Chase has used to bind her wrists with—her panties, no doubt.
She’s completely naked, her sleek chestnut waves messier than usual, but no less elegant. I’m pretty sure Maddie would be a knockout no matter what she has on or how messy her hair is. She’s certainly one with sex hair and nothing on at all.
“Took you long enough,” she says as she hears the door open. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window overlooking the Toronto skyline. “But I’m glad you’re finally back. I’m dying for a drink.”
Amazing—she hasn’t turned to see who it is yet. She still thinks she’s on her date with Chase. Doesn’t have the slightest clue that I’ve taken over.
And that’s not all I’ll be taking over, either.
Always the gentleman, I grab a bottle of water off the counter and drop ice into a glass before I pour it. I kick off my shoes on the way over to the bed, coming up behind her with an ice cube still in my hand and another in my mouth.
“Mm. Thank you,” she purrs, still not looking at me as I reach around her to hand off her drink.
She sips it daintily at first, then drinks it greedily until it’s all gone.
“Oh, god. That’s amazing.”
I can tell that she’s still dazed from the fucking that Chase gave her. If she really was begging him to get her pregnant, I imagine it must’ve been one hell of a roll in the sheets, too.
“I guess I should thank you,” she says with a little laugh.
Adorable. I shift behind her, pressing my body up against hers from behind and nuzzling her neck, which makes her moan gorgeously.
“Mm. And apologize too, I guess.” She laughs again. “I’m begin
ning to see how wrong I was about all of you. At the time, I thought I was just doing my job…but now I can see that it was really affecting all of your lives, too. Shitty of me, really.”
“Oh, Maddie.” I finally speak. She jumps at the sound of my voice, realizing immediately that it’s me instead of Chase who she’s talking to now. Then, she jumps again when I place my lips against her neck, flicking my cold tongue against the thin, sensitive skin there while I run the ice cube in my hand down the center of her spine. “You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”
“Garret!” She shivers, then turns to face me, her look of surprise slowly shifting into a pleased smile. “I didn’t realize that Chase had tagged out.”
“I think you must’ve drained his balls too well, sweetheart.” I keep tracing the ice cube up and down her back, enjoying the way it makes her shudder. “He looked like he was in need of a bottle of Gatorade and a long, hard nap. Plus…” I laugh. “I think he felt sorry for me. It’s not always easy, sharing you the way we do.”
“Do you… do you not like sharing me?” She closes her eyes, shaking every time I shift the ice cube to a new warm spot on her skin.
“On the contrary, I think we love it,” I say honestly. “Brings us together. Makes us a better team. Lets us enjoy a little lighthearted competition while we practice our passing skills, too.” I wink at her. “If you want to score goals, you can’t hog the puck, right?”
“And here I was, thinking maybe you boys were starting to think a little beyond just getting it in.”
That makes me grin. “Well, you’ve been so sweet to us lately, I can see why you’d think that. Hell, you might even be right.” I close my eyes for a moment, imagining Maddie pregnant like Chase had mentioned in the hall earlier. Big, round belly. Cute oversized Stormbreakers’ jersey on her while she cheers us on from the sidelines. Plus, I imagine putting a baby in her would make her tits look incredible, too. “But now I hear you’re issuing apologies. Where’s mine?”
She rolls her eyes, shifting to turn completely toward me. She knows she’s at a disadvantage, considering her hands are still tied. Plus, now I can get a nice good look at her tits too and a little glimpse of her pussy as well.
“Do I owe you an apology, Garrett Fleming?” Her smile is wry—a challenge. “I might’ve been wrong in my stories about the other guys, but I know for a fact you party just as hard as I wrote about. There are pictures and everything. Proof.”
“That’s true,” I admit, reaching out to pinch her nipple. She might be playing a little hard to get right now, but she still gasps and coos when I twist the hard pink nub softly between my fingers. “But you also called me irresponsible. Impulsive. Reckless—which I’m not.”
“No?” She leans into my touch as I cup her breast in my hand, biting her lip and pushing her chest out even more. “You came in here to harass your naked, tied-up PR officer into apologizing to you. Sounds pretty reckless to me, Garrett.”
“Maybe so.” I grin as I move my lips a little closer to hers, teasing her with just how close I can get without actually giving her the kiss I can tell she so sorely wants. “But I don’t do the shit I do for no reason, sweetheart. Somebody has to be the one who says all the things that no one else is ready to say yet. And somebody has to be there to make sure that after all those wild parties, everyone gets home okay, too.”
She laughs, her breath hot against my icy lips. “So that’s why you party? To take care of everyone?”
“Oh, no. I party because I enjoy it.” I steal a kiss, just a quick little peck before I pull away again. “But from the sounds of things, I might need to start thinking about settling down soon enough.”
Maddie draws back too, blushing bright pink all the way down her neck to the place where her cleavage starts. “Oh, fuck. Chase told you, then.”
I shrug, unable to stop smirking. “I think he was pretty proud of himself for getting you to admit it. But…” I wrap my arm around her, pulling her a little closer to me. This time, when I steal a kiss, it’s the long, lingering kind. The kind that lasts. “Maybe I ought to try and get you to say it again. Just to be sure.”
39
Madeline
I’m so, so fucked.
I knew I was fucked when I first took this job. And I knew it again when the Stormbreakers invited me to their team dinner, and again when I started fooling around with all of them. But now that the cat’s out of the bag that I might actually be thinking about a future with all of them, I know that they’re going to use it against me to no end.
But this time, it’s different.
This time, I’m fucked…and I’m wholly, completely fine with it.
I’m falling for them, I realize as Garret pulls away to grab another ice cube. When he comes back to the bed, he pushes me down on my back, cradling my head in one hand and letting the ice cube melt right over my tits.
And I’m not just falling for one of them, either. It’s not just Chase or just Garret, just Ash or Piotr or Jared or Don.
I’m falling for all six of them, and I’m falling hard.
The icy cold water drips down across my tits, leaving my nipples rosy pink and almost painfully hard.
“Problem, Maddie?” Garret asks as he watches me arch my back and whimper.
“My nipples,” I beg him shamelessly. “Suck them, Garrett? Please?”
He grins wolfishly. “These nipples?”
Garrett takes the ice cube in his hand and lowers it to my left nipple, making the already-stiff peak even stiffer and more tender as the cold shoots through it.
I grit my teeth, bracing myself against the chilly sensation. “I don’t know what other nipple I’d be talking about, hon.”
Garrett laughs. “Just making sure.”
He runs the ice cube around my left nipple several times, making icy little circles around my areola before he finally moves the cube to my right. I’m hissing and squirming, half-enchanted by the sensation, half-certain that I won’t be able to endure it a second more. But then, Garrett’s mouth drops to my left nipple, sucking it between his teeth and letting the heat of his tongue wash over it.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, closing my eyes and leaning into the sensation. “That feels amazing.”
Garrett pops my left nipple out of his mouth and moves to the right, sucking on it the same way as he trails the ice cube down my ribs. When he finally comes up again, my nipples feel like and warm—but the ice cube is still plunging lower, over my stomach and down toward my hips.
“If you liked that, then you’ll love this,” he tells me, looking about as devious as I’ve ever seen him.
I shouldn’t be surprised about where this is going, but like usual, I am. Garrett’s wild card attitude, when coupled with his deviousness, is the kind of thing that could keep me on the brink of orgasm for hours if he felt so inclined.
But what he feels inclined to do now instead makes my eyes shoot wide open and my mouth gasp in a soft, surprised O.
“Garrett! Oh my god!” I yelp as he plunges the ice cube between the lips of my pussy, pressing it hard against my clit.
He only chuckles at the way I writhe against him. The harder I try to struggle away, the harder the cube rubs against my clit, sending pangs of pleasure rocking through me along with the intense cold.
“Thought that might get you,” he says smugly, leaving the ice cube on a second longer. “How does it feel?”
“It feels…oh my god.” I clench my eyes shut, feeling a shiver shake through my entire body. “Good, almost. But…brr. So, so cold, Garrett…please…”
“Mm. Guess I’d better warm you up, then.”
He tosses the ice cube over into the bucket, leaving it ringing around the inside before it settles with the others. Then, he pushes himself down between my thighs, biting and sucking at the smooth, thin skin leading up to my cunt before pressing his tongue between my pussylips—hot, eager, and hungry for only one thing.
Me.
“Fuck yes,
” he says with a smile, his charming green eyes glancing up at me with the same thrill and shade as a botttle of absinthe. “With a pussy this good, Maddie…how could any of us ever want anything else?”
40
Garrett
Maybe if Maddie had been anyone else, I would’ve given Chase a little more side-eye when he mentioned knocking her up—but she’s not. Her pussy tastes incredible. Sweet, just the tiniest bit salty, slick and light. As I plunge my tongue a little lower, I discover that Chase’s cum is still dripping out of her, but I don’t mind. It’s unavoidable when you’re sharing a woman the way the six of us Stormbreakers are. I just take the liberty of scooping it all up on my tongue and holding it in my mouth as I move up to give Maddie a nice, deep, wet kiss.
She breathes in quickly as my tongue parts her lips, Chase’s cum pouring into her mouth so she can taste the mix of her honey and his seed. Her eyes shoot open wide again, which nearly makes me laugh.
“Surprising you is way too much fun, sweetheart.” I smooth her hair down, watching her swallow all of Chase’s cum from her pussy. When I kiss her again, she licks my lips and tongue clean of it. “For someone who lost her virginity to Don and has been spending the last few months fucking six men at once, you’re even easier to astonish than I thought you’d be.”
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” she asks softly, licking her own lips to get every last drop of Chase’s cum onto her tongue so she can swallow it all up. “Astonish me?”
“Oh, no. No, as much as I enjoy shocking the great and terrible Madeleine Christensen…” I undo my pants, shoving them down so I can get my cock out. I slap it down on top of her stomach, positioning my balls up against her cunt so she can see exactly how deep I’m about to be inside her. All the way up to her belly-button at least—and I’m not even completely hard yet. “Mm. I think I’ll enjoy doing whatever the fuck I want to you a hell of a lot more.”
