Revenge is Sweeter - Four

Ella thought if she opened her eyes she might see a white light.  She was pretty sure she was dead, and this was definitely heaven.  Except that an equally spent body was still breathing beneath her, even as she felt him getting soft where they were still fitted together.

“Wow,” Claude said softly, laughter in his voice.  His hand came up to stroke her hair, then he cupped her cheek and lifted her mouth into a kiss.  For all his roughness and swagger, Claude was surprisingly gentle when he wanted to be.  

“This is a game for you,” she decided in a whisper.  Whenever he finished a round, he relaxed.  Claude was controlling everything, never losing but sometimes giving things away.

He smirked with a confidence that made Ella’s ruined body thrum with desire.  In that softly accented voice he asked, “Am I winning?”

“Oh no,” she assured him. “I am.”


They were whispering and smiling when Sidney walked into the room.  He felt like an intruder on a real-life couple.  People were always sharing the sort of intimate moments he was denied - not the sex, he could pull the hottest girl in any room on any day.  But the little things - the private talks, the quiet secrets - never came with the short-term girls.  So how was Giroux already getting it from Ella? Sid had done more tonight worth whispering about than in his entire life combined.

“Come here,” Ella’s voice broke into his thoughts.

They had rolled - she was on her side, facing him, with Giroux behind her.  His stupid ginger head was propped up and he caressed Ella’s side like she was his car, but he might offer someone else a test drive.  Ella, however, was looking right at Sid.  All the things they’d done and he still hadn’t seen her in enough light to tell what color her eyes were.  

She patted the rumped duvet.  Even in silhouette Sidney was built like a truck.  That heavy, rolling gait advancing on her in the darkness raised goosebumps that had nothing to do with Claude’s hands exploring her ass.  There was something still so guarded about Sidney, even now.  Ella had an idea she knew what he needed.

Sid knelt on the bed and crawled to her, laying himself out so he didn’t have to see Giroux’s smug face.

Without a word, Ella kissed him.  She twisted her fingers into that thick mop of dark hair and crushed his pillowy lips to hers.  Sidney responded hungrily, pulling her free from Claude’s touch.  His hand traveled up her side until it was firmly gripping the back of her neck.  He tasted familiar but so different from Claude.  The strength in Sidney’s one hand almost made her forget they were not alone.

Giroux watched Crosby move in for the kill, or so the Penguins captain hoped.  He didn’t know how to lose.  He barely knew how to play fair, though Claude thought Sid had behaved better tonight than any time on the ice.  He chalked that up to matching Crosby’s inability to handle women.

Sid needed him, Claude knew.  Without him, Crosby would be jerking off in this very bed, thinking about this very girl, at this very moment while Claude fucked her down the hall till she screamed the whole place awake.

Well I didn’t do it to help pop his fucking cherry, Claude snorted.  Crosby had his moment.  Now Claude moved against Ella’s back and reached for her throat.  Sid was too sure of himself.  Claude twisted gently, pulling their mouths apart, and replaced the kiss with his own.

Sid glared at the way Claude’s lips claimed his spot.  Ella responded so obviously, leaning back and twisting.  Well Giroux couldn’t use two hands.  Sidney pushed her thighs apart and dragged a fingertip against her slit, spreading the lips of her pussy with the width of just his index finger.  It came away wet.  Sidney put it to her nipple, tracing the hard nub gently.  Then he licked the smear away with his tongue.

Ella shifted, offering her breast to him.  Sidney went harder and his hand moved south again.  Just as he tugged her nipple with his teeth, Sid pushed two fingers up into her slit.

She moaned.  Right into Giroux’s kiss, Ella moaned at the feeling of being stuffed full of Sidney’s hand.  His cock pulsed so hard he groaned in pain.  Claude released Ella’s neck, only to lift her top knee higher so Sidney could work.  Then he rubbed hard over her perfect ass, spreading her cheeks.
Ella flinched.  

“Shhhh,” Claude told her.

She knew it was coming - fuck, she was so turned on she wanted everything all at once.  Both of them, any way she could get it.  Sidney was keeping her primed; she had no doubt Claude would take advantage.  His fingers traced her backdoor and he kissed her proffered throat, sinking his mouth into her pale skin hard enough to bruise.  As he did, he guided one finger inside her from behind.
 
Sidney felt Ella breathe out differently.  He almost cursed.  Of course Giroux would go there - he’d set up this position so Sid had no chance, and Ella had no choice.  Not that she wanted one, the way she was writhing between them.  Sid moved harder, her wetness coating his hand.  

Claude lined himself up, one hand on Ella’s hip to keep her close.  He looked over her shoulder.  “Keep her quiet.”

Ella almost felt bad that Sidney did as he was told.  That was, until his tongue was in her mouth.  He kissed her like a door slamming - one big swing and then stuck fast.  His hand stayed busy below.  Claude started to push and she squeezed her eyes closed.  Sidney let their lips part and she drew a ragged breath.  Claude kept moving, slowly enough to be kind but with no intention of stopping.

Sid decided her eyes were blue.  He stared into them as Claude screwed himself into her from behind.  The corners pinched.  She made a noise and Sidney kissed it away.  By the time he freed her, Ella’s eyes held tears.

“Okay?” he asked quietly.  She nodded, tight smile, already she was breathing more slowly.  Claude was rolling forward slightly, getting leverage to go all the way.  Ella bit down on her bottom lip, eyes still locked of Sidney’s.

She wanted to scream.  Her body was resisting and surrendering in equal measure, another minute and she’d be fine.  Better than fine.  But the balance of pleasure and pain was still tipped backward and Sidney could read it in her face.  He began to pull his hand from her pussy.

“Don’t,” she whispered.  “Please.”  It was crazy to fit anything else anywhere but she her arousal was increasing, not decreasing.  She wanted Sidney’s forceful attention to her g-spot more than ever now.  He didn’t question her.  When finally Claude’s thighs pressed her hers, she was tilted half on top of Sidney.

“Fuck,” Giroux said softly as he started to move.  He didn’t want to hurt her, but it was nearly impossible not to rush headlong toward the best orgasm of the night.  Ella’s body was so tight, infinitely more so this way, and his restraint was failing.  Pulling out slowly they both hissed at the sensation, then Ella sobbed out a sexy noise as he screwed himself back in.

Ella’s eyes rolled back.  Sidney watched a wave of pure delight pass across her face as Claude did whatever he was doing.  She was beautiful and he was palm deep in her pussy while the guy he most was taking the last prize.  As Ella was forced down on his side, her hip brushed his cock.  Sidney jerked like he’d been shot.

“Oh,” Ella said without knowing which guy the noise was for.  So caught up in the hormone storm, she was surprised to close her hand around Sidney’s throbbing erection.  Of course he was hard.  He’d been fingering her, feeling her get shoved full of his rival.  And that kiss.... “Sidney.”  He focused his eyes as the sound of his name.  Ella wasn’t even sure how this would work.  “I want you,” she said anyway.

Easy or inevitable, Claude lifted and Sidney positioned.  Seconds later, his tip brushed her soaking wet slit.  Giroux held still while Crosby claimed the tiny bit of space left, worked his cock into it, and all the while kissed Ella like he meant it.  She whimpered when he reached the top.

“Baby, you move,” Claude whispered in her ear.  She was practically on top of Sid, and Claude was on her back.  Ella moved tentatively, crying out in a voice that made the hair on his body stand up.  She was so raw and close that everything hurt and hummed at the same time.  Again, Ella shifted between them.  This time Claude followed her lead.  They moved together, which moved Ella over Sidney, just enough that no one could manage a word.

It changed everything, sharing her like that.  Legs tangled everywhere.  They couldn’t all be hers but neither Sidney nor Claude could feel down here.  It was all concentrated.  The shape of her body, so familiar as they’d each taken her before, was brand new now.  They controlled nothing.  Ella squeezed against Sidney because Claude pushed, Sidney’s dick stroked her g-spot and made her shudder.  The sensation hit Claude like a doorbell ringing.

He was going to come first.  Claude  fought it, sweat making his floppy hair stick to his forehead.  Fucking Ella this way redefined tight.  He only wanted keep going slightly less than he wanted to explode.  His head swam.  With one hand, Claude pushed Ella farther over Sidney and bracing one knee against the bed, he pushed hard.

Ella half-screamed, some sound both mostly breath, as Claude shoved in and down.  It ran her through like a lance but also forced her onto Sidney in a new way.  Claude grunted in her ear - he was so hard, she could feel it.  This one he would lose.  Or win.  Everything was everything tonight. After the next thrust, barking a sharp cry, Ella met Sidney’s eyes looking up at her from below.  Everything showed - pleasure, fear, disbelief.  Even now he was unsure.  Ella decided right then she could be what Sidney needed.

“Mmmm, Claude,” she said, starting right into Crosby’s bottomless brown eyes.  “Feels so good.”

Sidney gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing.  She was talking right to him.

“Ohmy.... aaauuuggghhhhh,” the sound was forced out of her on a thrust.  Sidney felt it inside at the same moment.  Ella’s lashes fluttered.  “Fuck me,” she breathed.

Sidney didn’t know who she was talking to, he just moved harder and then he couldn’t stop.  Ella’s mouth fell open but this time, no sound.  Only the visual that only he could see.

Ella was tearing at the seams.  Claude’s fingers were bruising her hips, driving his cock in faster now without the tenderness he’d shown before.  That was gone in the red haze that she felt descending on herself.  And she courted it, teasing him and talking to Sidney, telling each what they wanted to hear with her dying breath.

“Claude,” she sounded like she was begging.  Sidney groaned against the bounce of her on his cock as Giroux pounded deep again.

“Come for me,” Ella said.

Claude’s heart stopped at the moment he came.  The beat rushed through his body to pour out through his cock, along with every other ounce of him.  He locked grip on Ella’s skin and held, leaning in and bursting like a bomb.  He made a strangled noise, half in French, as he came.

If the force of another person’s orgasm could cause a ripple effect, this was the time.  She wanted so badly to hold on, she fought it till she gritted her teeth and screamed.  Finally Claude went limp against her back and she risked a tiny breath.  It zipped through her like a fuse: she wasn’t done yet.  

Claude delicately freed himself, hissing at the sensitivity.  He kissed Ella’s spine and fell to one side, not giving a single shit what happened next.  Crosby could bend her over the Cup and fuck her if he wanted  - Claude wanted to sleep.

Just like that, Sidney had what he coveted.   The look in Ella’s eyes said she wanted it too.  Careful, Sidney told himself, or he’d come just thinking about the possibility that after all this he’d finally won.  

He did what he’d been dying to do all night.  He rolled Ella onto her back and came down with all his weight at once.  Her head fell back and she made a feral noise as loud as Sid’s own grunt.  He dug one elbow into the bed on each side of her head, blocking out the room.  Her mouth found his.  Sidney closed his eyes and rode Ella the good, old-fashioned way: straight gallop until he thought his heart would burst.  

Ella was panting.  She’d guessed right about Sidney - he desperately wanted the prize all to himself.  Now as he pinned her down and put her through the mattress, he was staking his claim.  Ella would be damned if it wasn’t the best fucking thing on a list of amazing things that happened that night.  The intensity of his kiss, like the last straw, held her for a delicious moment at the breaking point.  Then all at once she crashed to the ground and shattered into a million pieces.  Somebody screamed.

“Fuckyessss,” Sidney said and let go.  He’d been holding back a damn waiting for that sound.  Nothing but the sheer force of will that made him a beast on the ice kept that orgasm at bay until she went first.  Sidney threw himself into a last crushing blow and came so hard he saw stars.  No sound, no light or color; just blackout release and his pounding heart.

Claude was out.  Sidney collapsed and Ella may have fainted.  Within minutes, the scene of the crime was three people fast asleep.

When Ella woke, Sidney was on his back, mumbling in his sleep.  She lay on her side in the middle, and Claude had moved against her back again.  He was lighter, easier to breathe under, like cuddling up to a fuzzy lion.  And his hand was wandering.

“God, are you a machine?” she whispered sharply, even as she pulled his hand to her breast.

“Once you go ginger...,” he said.  Ella laughed loudly, and Claude tried to cover her mouth. Sidney stirred next to them.  Ella bit his palm playfully and Claude pinched her nose shut until she let go.

“If you wake him, I’ll have to leave you here,” he breathed.  “I think you’d like that.”

Ella shrugged.  That was her end game but it was impossible to think beyond the arms wrapped around her and the sexy voice in her ear.  Claude knew though - they both knew.  “You’d better tell him, so he thinks it was your idea to stay.”

Ella rolled onto her back, looking up at Claude’s soft features.  “Would you take me with you?”

“Yes,” he said honestly.

Her lips curled into a smirk.  “Then it is my idea.”

Claude grabbed at her but she jumped, he tried to flip her but she had a hold of his right arm.  He blew a raspberry into her neck; Ella shrieked.  Sidney woke to them wrestling on the bed.  

“Give, I give!” Claude yelled as Ella tangled her legs around one of his and tried to force her way out of his grasp.  He fell back, letting go.

“Good boy,” she twisted around to kiss him on the mouth.  Then Ella scooted off away and ran for the bathroom.  Claude was on his feet a second later, reaching for his pants.  Sidney eyed him warily.  

“She’s staying,” Crosby said.  Claude looked up through his fringe of curls as he pulled his pants from around his knees.

“What’s left of her,” he scoffed, not caring if Sidney thought he was a pig.  Ella’s was the opinion that mattered and Claude knew he’d serviced another satisfied customer.  

Sidney hated that smug look, the one that had a different chick sucking his dick every night.  He couldn’t even keep his shirt on in photos, played beer pong with casts on his wrists.  What a fucking clown.  Sid was serious about everything, including a girl he picked up in a bar.  Especially after this.

“There’s plenty,” he hissed.

Claude yanked his shirt down and stepped into his shoes.  He nodded toward the bathroom.  “Maybe she’s brushing the taste of my cock out of her mouth.  With your toothbrush.”

Sidney was moving to hit him when the bathroom door opened.  Ella came out and calmly leaned against the wall.  Chaude had a vision of throwing her over his shoulder and walking very slowly to his room, maybe with a detour through the bar so everyone would know exactly what he’d been into that night.

Ella thought Claude looked only slightly better naked than he did dressed.  He was that hot.  They met halfway and she kissed him like he was the only guy in the world.  Claude kissed her like he knew it killed Sidney to watch.

“Night, love,” he said.  

“It was a good night,” she smiled.  Claude pressed another small kiss to her mouth, then went for the exit.

“Fuck you, Crosby!” he yelled just before the door slammed behind him.

Sidney stayed where he was; coiled to strike, confused but ready.  Ella watched the door close, ending that portion of the night with nothing but a few bruises on her body.  Turning back toward the room, what was left wasn’t bad either.  Ella tilted her head.  Of course these guys hated each other - they were complete opposites.  Where Claude had been laughing till the end, Sidney seemed scared that he’d somehow been duped.

“Still so mad,” she said quietly.

Sidney didn’t move.  It would be easy for her to walk out the way Claude had, erase this like it never happened.  Sidney would do nothing but remember that he’d spent the time hating Claude more than he enjoyed Ella - which was a lot, considering he’d never enjoyed anything more.  He reached for her hand.

“Will you stay?”

“If you tell me,” Ella put a knee against the mattress but didn’t give in, “why you hate him so much.”

Sid pulled her down in a whoosh, curling over her in the middle of the ruined bed.  Ella yelped in surprise, then she was laughing, then they were kissing.  For a long time.

“That is not an answer,” Ella said softly, when Sidney’s lips moved to her throat.

“I hate him because he always gets what he wants.”

She pushed the hair back from his forehead.  “Why does he hate you?”

“Because tonight I got what I want.”


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