Page 149 of Thin Ice

Beck lifts his hand from my skin and addresses me. “Tell me if it’s too much, and don’t forget to count.”

“Yes, Be—” My words are cut off by his spank. I cry out my first count, and a split second later, he rains another spank down on my other cheek. Quinn holds me steady, her hand between my shoulders a comforting weight.

He continues his punishment on my ass, and despite the pain, I love every second of it. With each swat, he increases his speed and strength, and by the time he’s done with ten, I know my ass is red. But it’s not enough.

“More, please!” I cry.

“Such a greedy slut,” Beck comments. “How many more should we give him?”

“Only a few.” Quinn softly runs her fingers over my sensitive ass. “So pretty. Maybe for my next photography show, I should do a collection of marks on our man’s skin. But I’ll take them in such a way that nobody will know exactly what they’re looking at.”

Beck joins her in the admiration of his work. “I like the sound of that. Would you do it, Noah? Let us mark up your creamy, freckled skin and show it to the world?”

I moan out a “yes” as he plays with the plug again, and Quinn purposely shifts beneath me, rubbing against my cock.

I’m not lying, either. I would do anything for them. Quinn is extremely talented, a fact I’ve always known, but she’s proven it even more since she decided to take this season off from photographing the team.

Two months ago, she put together her first show. It was a collection of images she’d taken in Seattle, Joshua Tree, and different places the three of us have traveled for my away games. Quinn has the uncanny ability to capture the souls of everything she photographs, even inanimate objects.

Needless to say, her pictures were a hit. She sold out and has already decided she’s not going back to working for the Stormbreakers next season. I know she’s been struggling to decide what her next show would entail, but I guess she just found her muse.

A spank to my skin has me moaning again, but Quinn holds me tight. I shout out my count, and again, Beck spanks me. He does it repeatedly until he’s made his way to fifteen and tears are filling my eyes.

Beck squats down near my face and wipes away a rogue tear, his features filled with pride. “Are you ready for us, baby?”

“Please.”

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Quinn

I’m really doing this. I’m going to peg Noah, and I’m going to do it with Beck. I couldn’t imagine sharing this moment with anyone else.

My gaze caresses Noah’s naked form. He’s kneeling on our California king bed, a purchase we made four months ago when Beck permanently moved in with us. My heart still beats faster when I think about it.

After the season opener and the excitement of Noah’s article had died down, we’d had some serious talks about the future. Noah had hockey, and we couldn’t change his schedule, but to our surprise, Beck mentioned he was thinking about starting up retreats in the Seattle area, a newly-formed idea at the time.

Now that idea has become his full-time job, and he’s only been back to Joshua Tree twice and once to New Mexico in the last eight months for short weekend retreats. Since his Seattle retreats are close, he doesn’t have to stay on-site, and he’s made it clear to Hazel and those he works with that he won’t do anything sexual with his mentees.

Everything has worked out far better than I expected it to, and while it’s still difficult at times—being in a relationship with two people isn’t exactly for the weak—I am astounded that I get to share my life with not just one man I love but two.

Beck wraps his arms around me from behind, his naked chest pressing into my back. He squeezes my bare breasts, and I grind back onto his fat cock.

“What are you thinking about?” he mutters against my ear, both of us gazing at Noah still waiting patiently on the bed. His ass is to us, the plug still inside him.

“How lucky I am,” I say honestly.

“We’re lucky to have you.” He kisses down my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access.

His large hands trail down my sides, over the dips and valleys of my hips and stomach, until he places one hand over the nylon strap on my hip. The other goes to my fake silicone cock, jacking it as if it’s real.

Besides its purple color, it does look real. It’s one of the most lifelike ones Beck and I could find. It also came with dildos in different sizes. We chose the thinnest and shortest for tonight since Noah isn’t going to just have my cock in his ass.

Like Noah has said to Beck before: “We don’t break our toys.”

“Your cock is going to look so pretty sliding in and out of Noah’s ass next to mine.”

My clit throbs at the image Beck’s painted for me, and I turn in his arms so I can kiss him fully. Our lips meet, tongues stroking and massaging, our cocks bumping together.