One Wild Night - Part III

Warning: This story is ALL adult content, all the time.
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Jillian took a moment to regain her senses. Jon traced absentmindedly along her side while Steven rubbed this thumb into the palm of her hand. They lay close enough to take up only half of the king-sized bed.

Steven stirred first. His lips found hers and except for Jon’s arm over her body, it might have been just the two of them in the room. Jon let them kiss, surrendering the battle but not the war. Jillian slid closer to Steven to let him know that he could count on having his turn. His long fingers worked at her breasts, flicking her still-hard nipples. The skin of his flat stomach was slightly cool but his hardening shaft was hot to the touch.

Jon lay on the other side. The sight of Jillian’s body responding to Steven’s touch was rousing his blood again too. He knew if Steven got her on her back there’d be very little for him to do, and he’d have no choice but to watch this woman get owned by another man. So he tried his luck.

“Get on top of him,” he said. It could have been a suggestion if he hadn’t issued it like a command.

Jillian swung right into place, straddling Steven like she’d done before. Her gaze pulled away and met Jon’s eyes. “Yes captain.”


Steven didn’t care what got her up there as long as he got inside her quickly. She had a firm grasp on his cock. The soft pink center of her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she cooed softly, rubbing his tip against her slick folds. She tipped down and Steven met her halfway, kissing deeply while she spread her sweetness along his length with one hand. He moaned quietly as she played with him.

Jullian turned her head, hair falling over Steven’s face and shoulders, and looked at Jon. Her eyes were heavy with desire.

“Tell me how you like it, Jon, and let’s see what Steven thinks of your game plan.”

Well he needed something to do. He looked quickly at Steven, whose near-pleading expression asked him to play along. Desperation was clear on the younger man’s face – he wanted to fuck her so badly he was willing to do anything. So Jon took hold of himself and began stroking as he directed the scene. “Put him inside you.”

Steven’s eyes rolled back in combined relief and pleasure. Jillian giggled, waiting until he refocused on the matter at hand. All three of them watched as she lowered herself slowly onto his rock hard cock. She breathed out in a little sob, her stomach contracting against the pressure. Steven was more slender than Jon, but it was a very long way down to his lap. He groaned as she kept pushing, willing her body to have enough room to take all of him in.

Jon felt dirty for how hard he got watching her spitted on another man’s dick. The noises she made, the tiny flinches in her body, all things he could never have seen if it were his shaft she coursed down over. He gripped himself tightly and felt his heart race.

As much as Steven had tried to focus on Jillian’s mouth before, he had absolutely watched Jon fuck her. He wanted to do that too. Now as he slipped inside her juicy hole he read her like Braille, feeling the words instead of just hearing them. When finally her ass was firmly settled on his thighs, they all exhaled in unison. Then Jon spoke.

“Ride him.”

The first roll her Jillian’s hips almost made Steven come. “Holyfuckthatfeelssogood,” he said all at once. By then she was already on the second roll. She wasted no time between strokes, digging into his sides for leverage as she steadily increased her pace. Steven opened his eyes to see her smiling deviously.

“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” she said. He could have gone off right then but he fought it, there was no way he was going to come first and let Jon have all the fun. He could hear the Blackhawks captain breathing heavily off to his right. Sliding both hands up her smooth thighs, Steven held onto Jillian’s waist. On her next stroke, he lifted his hips clear off the bed and met her with a hard upswing.

She cried out, pure surprise spearing into her. Surely he could ram that thing right through her. But instead Steven plowed deep for places in her body that she’d never felt before. Jillian threw her weight against him as he banged upward again.

That’s what I would have done, Jon thought. It didn’t mean he had to like seeing it. Still he was throbbing against his palm, having turned onto his stomach so he was practically humping the bed.

“Put your arms over your head,” he told her. Jillian let go of Steven, catching all her hair in two hands and pulling it up. It revealed the perfect shape of her body, every soft curve and delicate plane unveiled.

And it put her completely at Steven’s mercy. He bucked hard again and nearly threw her off the bed. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he was giving her the ride of her life. He smiled at the sight and the thought of getting the best of a woman like her.

From the side the view was perfect. With arms raised Jon took in the long, slow arch of her back as she fought to stay centered. Her thighs clenched, her head rolled against the force. Two strokes were all she could take. Jillian reached behind her and grabbed onto Steven’s thighs. The new angle of her body drove his dick right into her g-spot.

“Yesssss,” she said.

“Stop,” Jon said without thinking. As if he’d said ‘cut!’ they both obeyed like good little porn stars. He moved behind Jillian as she straddled Steven. Keeping high on his knees, Jon could touch her without touching him. Like watching a big game from the box, there was just no way he was going to let this go off without him.

Jillian wrapped her arms around Jon’s neck and welcomed the feel of his wide body against her back. His erection throbbed between them. Steven began moving again, this time with more precision. Jon pulled Jillian back slightly, having seen the angle work its magic. Then, as Steven stroked himself deep against her hot spot, Jon held her and began tweaking her clit.

She hissed at the first contact, so sensitive it almost hurt. Jon ignored her and rubbed right through the pain. Soon she was purring loudly.

“Tell him you like it,” Jon said into her ear.

Jillian’s mind looked like The Matrix, raining random binary code as it sought to make sense of so much information. Beneath her, Steven was straining to play the right cord to make her body ping. Behind her Jon was rock solid and whipping her into a frenzy.

“Steven, you feel so fucking good. Oh God, that’s the spot.”

He moved harder, faster. Jon held Jillian down and let Steven rail away while he rubbed her clit like he was shining a dime.

“Give it to me, Steven. I wanna come for you, I wanna come all over your cock.”

“Harder,” Jon said to no one. They all obeyed. He was about to burst against her – he really wanted to push her flat onto Steven and come all over her bare back. But they had to finish first. So, so close. He felt a change in the rhythm of her body as she whimpered, rolling low. Now.

“Make her come,” Jon ordered.

Steven had been looking for the secret all along and couldn’t tell you how he found it on command. But he drilled his cock into her g-spot and Jillian moaned, voice fluttering as it poured out of her like the hot mess that coated Steven’s dick. Almost a contact burn, Steven’s temperature spiked and a second later he was coming too.

“Oh God,” he said, fingertips white from gripping her thighs so hard. She rocked and rolled, riding it out and giving both herself and Steven every last delicious flutter of shared orgasm. He opened his arms so she could fall into his chest, body still quivering with the last of her sensation, but in midair something happened.

Jon changed his mind. More than wanting to see himself spill on her fair skin, he wanted to be inside her. He’d let Steven tie the game, but Jon wanted to score the overtime winner. Needing barely any of the hundred pounds of muscle he had over Jillian, he rolled her right off Steven. Stamkos gasped as his tender cork pulled free of her bottle. Then she was on her back.

There was a millisecond where she knew what was coming, told herself to be ready. As if.

Jon buried himself to the hilt in a single swing. He knew he was thicker, wider and that Jillian’s body wouldn’t be expecting his size. The idea of stretching her sweet little cunt to make room for a real man made him hammer the thrust home.

It was like being tied to the tracks and run over by the number 19 express out of Chicago. Her first orgasm was barely, blinkingly over and Jillian screamed as she came again, Jon’s body hitting hers like a high speed crash. All the airbags burst at once. She might have blacked out but for the noise of Jon growling ferociously against her neck.

It wasn’t a word. It wasn’t even human. Jon came harder than he ever had, that one shot all he needed. Tears came to his eyes as load after load of hot liquid shot from his body, filling Jillian up like a bucket. When it finally stopped, her fingers were twisted into the sweaty hair at the back of his neck.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said just before he kissed her.
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Steven spent a good portion of the next few minutes trying to catch his breath. The rest was spent trying not to punch Jon for stealing his thunder. A good competitor knew how to play as a team, he told himself, but there were still those individual honors to be won. It was time to get a little more in the game. When he was reasonably sure his legs would hold, Steven stood. Without a word in question he hauled Jillian off the bed and toward the bathroom. She missed a step.

“Don’t think I can walk anymore,” she laughed, holding onto his chest. He flipped the light on, so bright you could do surgery in there, and pushed her back against the counter.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. With one hand under her hair and the other on her breast, Steven kissed Jillian hard. The door might not have been closed but it was his first real moment alone with her.

His kiss was too good to go unreturned. Exhausted as she was, Jillian knew she would never get a chance like this again. And she’d probably had more fun with Jon so far, because she thought he could take it. Maybe Steven was about to show her how that famous determination and conditioning paid off. His tongue was strong in her mouth, his hands needy. That alabaster skin flowed quickly beneath her fingers as she appreciated the many muscles he flexed just in standing.

Steven cupped her ass with both hands. She squeaked in surprise as he lifted her up, setting her ass down on the narrow counter. They were just inside the door, her back pressed to the mirror. To their side, another mirror ran the entire length of the bathroom wall. Steven caught her eye in the reflection and smiled. Then he turned back to her face.

“I like to watch,” he said.

He pushed her knees up to her chest, looped his forearms underneath them and scooted her forward until she was on the edge of the counter. With one flex of his perfect chest, Steven spread her legs wide and held them out, her knees bent over his elbow and her feet hanging free. A quick look confirmed it for both of them – he had her pretzeled high enough that he could see right where her pussy glistened tantalizingly before his already hard dick. Jillian smiled as she reached around her thigh and spread her lips wide with two fingers. Steven pressed his head to the spot with no help.

Jillian’s head was turned, facing their reflection. Steven put his forehead to her hair so she couldn’t turn her neck back to center. She could only look at them in the mirror – see every single part of what was about to happen.

Steven licked along the delicate curve of her ear. “Don’t close your eyes,” he said. Then, with agonizing slowness, he pushed his towering cock inside her.

She did as she was told, watching his impossible length disappear; the less she saw the more she felt. When his hips finally pressed against her ass, he found her eyes in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

The sweet compliment caught her by surprise, in light of what they were doing, and she blushed. How stupid, she thought. But Steven kissed her gently, as if he wasn’t knee deep in her body like an x-rated movie. It made her heart and her pussy flutter.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled. “Feels good.”
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Jon lay on the empty bed, thinking philosophically about what they were doing. They’d been at it for an hour and he’d crossed a thousand boundaries and come twice. By the sound of whispers and giggling in the bathroom, it was nowhere near finished. He figured he’d give them a minute, since he’d punked Stamkos’ big moment once already.
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“Tell me what you like,” Steven whispered. He moved steadily, without rush, feeling out the dips and grooves inside Jillian’s body. It had always been his favorite part of the few girls he’d been with – their bodies were so different, he wanted to drive around until he knew his way without a map.

It was a gasp that told him. He had pulled out almost all the way and as he passed back in, flicking the rim of skin just behind the head against her entrance, her breath caught. A perfect little tell. He did it again, watching in the mirror as his cock stood straight out and barely breached her slit. The quicker he moved, the harder she breathed.

“You’re going to make me come like that.” She pinched the skin along his shoulder, trying to decide if she was asking or warning.

He sheathed himself fully inside her once more. “Good to know.”

They both watched as he plumbed her depths. They both watched as her head fell back, rolling with pleasure. They both watched Steven’s muscles clench and release: his arms and back, his stomach, his ass and thighs. If ever there were porn for women, this was it.

“God you’re perfect,” she said both to herself and out loud. The tips of his ears went pink in embarrassment. Steven thought now would be a good time to kiss her so she couldn’t see. As he did, he moved harder.

Her wetness coated his shaft, shining in the light as he stroked into her. Her nipple was stiff beneath his lips, rolling like candy along his tongue. He gently bit the heavy round of her breast and earned a small moan at his ear. Then she whispered.

“I want to come just for you, Steven. Without him.”

They wouldn’t have much time. He looked right into her eyes as he began increasing force. She nodded slightly, liking the determined, focused look on his sweet face. He’d definitely been paying attention before. The angle of their little show in the mirror was the same as she’d used before to push his cock into her g-spot. Without her even realizing, he’d matched it now by putting her ass at the edge of the counter. As he moved higher and harder, she felt the spongy little site give way.

“God yes,” she told him.

He didn’t need much, but he didn’t want to give her away too soon. He watched in the mirror her body grew tense: long lines of defined muscle in her calves, bulge of a tightening thigh. Before he knew it, she was panting.

“Talk to me, Steven.”

“You’re so tight.” The words came without being summoned. “So wet for me, I love it when you’re so wet. I want to make you come.”

She was close, breathing in short, sharp gasps. He kept whispering in her ear, dirty little nothings that would have made him laugh in the daylight but in here seemed inadequate for what he felt. He wished there were some kind of bell you could ring when you were having the night of your life, just to be sure no one missed the announcement. But this one was just for them.

“Let me see you come,” he said. Her eyes went to his in the mirror, absorbing the whole scene though they kept focus on each other.

Jillian came with a strangled little breath, like they were sharing a secret. She rocked in his arms, shoulders curving down as her lower body rippled like a wave along his cock. A few choked little sobs got loose as her orgasm beat itself out on his body. Steven came with a hiss, biting down onto the rise of her shoulder and trembling in her arms. Hot seed flowed out of him, filling her flower pot.

She raised her head to smile at him, but instead it was a kiss. A sweet, sexy, almost grateful kiss.
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Jon heard Jillian gasp and knew Steven had scored on his little breakaway. He waited sprawled on his back. Jillian returned first, walking lightly until she stood at his feet.

There was no way she should still be thinking about sex. Her entire lower body pounded like a bruise and tomorrow she’d be lucky to walk at all. But there was no force in the world that could keep her mind in check at the sight of naked Jonathan Toews tossed out across an enormous bed and nursing half a hard-on. She wanted to climb him, to wrap her legs around his neck and sit on his face. But she sensed that Jon had given her and Steven a free pass. Now he’d want things his way, however that was. She stretched out next to him on the bed. His dark brown eyes studied her with curiosity, like he was wondering how they’d all gotten here. Then he seemed to dismiss the question.

Jon climbed right on top of her. He used one knee to spread her thighs and settled himself between her legs. It was comfortable and safe in an otherwise very unfamiliar situation. His lips crashed down onto hers like he was seeking permission to do something ordinary. There was nothing mundane about it for her – he was 220 pounds of solid muscle and the idea of all that body pumping against her nearly made her faint.

“The guys all thing it’s boring this way,” he whispered.

“Tomorrow you can tell them they were wrong.” She grabbed two big handfuls of his solid ass and shimmied herself into position. The mattress moved as weight was added to it. Three feet away, Steven lay on his side, propped on one elbow. Jillian smiled at him, then turned to Jon.

“He likes to watch.”
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