Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 17

I go from paranoid Riley has figured out my secret to turned on so fast my head is spinning.

“You realize what those two words do to two men like us?” Jace asks, stepping to my side so we’re both looking down at her.

“Yes.” She nods, her voice already laden with sex.

Last night was incredible. The best sex of my life. I’d even go as far to say it was life changing. Now here we are again, this woman proving further why she was made for us.

Jace takes her jaw, stroking it before he gently slaps her cheek. Riley inhales a surprised gasp before it turns to a keen of pleasure. I bet her pussy is already dripping. And while she might be too sore for sex, Jace and I can still eat her out. I bet she still tastes of me from last night, too. The thought has my cock as hard as rock, pre-cum staining my clean sweats.

“Open your mouth,” I command.

She does as she’s told, her pretty hole opening wide. It looks warm and inviting. And when she holds her tongue out flat, I spit onto it. To her credit, she doesn’t even flinch. Instead, her chest heaves and her pupils dilate with need.

“You want first, J?” I ask, my tone cool, even though inside I’m a raging mess. I want to snap and fuck her hard and fast while Jace takes my ass. But that’s for another time.

“Warm our little slut’s mouth up,” Jace says. “I want to get something.”

I smirk, knowing exactly what he’s after. While Jace walks off to one of the closets nearby, I bend down to kiss Riley. It’s hard and fast, a kiss that has her panting and wanting more. But I pull back and stand up before it can go too far.

“If you want us to stop at any time, say red. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now take out my cock and suck me good.”

Riley wastes no time, pushing the band of my sweatpants down and freeing me. When her lips encircle my crown, my hands fly to her hair and grip the coppery-blonde strands.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good on my cock,” I keen.

She hums as she works me deeper in. She’s even more confident than she was by the end of last night, sucking me like it’s the only job she’s ever had.

Jace comes back, he’s carrying the red rope I’d first imagined her tied up in. Her eyes flick to his as she brings her hands up to grip the swell of my thighs, but I stop her.

“Did I say you could touch me? I said suck me, Shortcake.”

Her nostrils flare a little, but she gets back to work, putting her hands down. When she sees the rope, I know she wants to ask what he’s going to do, so I hold her face and gently start to fuck it.

“I think our little slut needs her hands tied, don’t you, baby?” Jace asks me. “A little reminder that she’s to do as she’s told.”

I make a show like I’m thinking about it. “She did want us to use her, after all.” I pull my cock from her mouth and Jace moves her forward so he has room to work behind her.

He’s always been a skilled Rigger. He told me once that he learned it in college from a secret Shibari club. I had laughed at the time, but leave it to Jace to find a club like that in college instead of something normal like kickball or some shit.

Riley waits patiently while Jace works, looping the red rope in a simple double-column tie so her hands are now secured behind her back. After he checks his work to make sure it’s not too tight, he steps back to admire her submission.

“Such a pretty thing in ropes, don’t you think?” Jace asks.

I walk around her to inspect it, standing in front of Riley so she can see my face while I say, “She’ll look even better with a cock or two in her mouth.”

Jace laughs loudly before pulling down his own sweats. His swollen cock slaps against his lower belly as he approaches Riley’s waiting mouth. “Did we say you could close that pretty hole?” he chuffs.

She shakes her head then opens her mouth for him. Instead of sticking his cock inside, he puts two of his fingers down her throat and presses on her tongue gently.

“When you asked us to use you, is this what you really wanted?” he questions her.

She nods in a short burst. That’s all the encouragement Jace needs to move his fingers further down her throat until she gags.

“You want us to fuck your mouth then paint you with our come, beautiful?” he croons.

I can see her arousal glimmering between her thighs as she whines a needy yes.

“Good girl,” he praises. Then he replaces his fingers with that monstrous cock of his.

I stroke myself as I enjoy the sight of him using her. Her eyes have begun to water and her hair is a mess from mine and now Jace’s hands in it.

“Isn’t her mouth amazing, J?” I ask, coming to stroke one of my hands down his back.

“Fucking heaven.”

“You look like you’re meant to suck his cock, Shortcake. Your big tits are gonna look so good painted with our come.”

She tries to rub her thighs together for some relief of her own but fails. It’s kind of cute. But she wanted us to use her, so her pleasure will have to come later. I focus my attention back on Jace, running my hands over his arms and tracking the lines of a turtle shell tattoo on his back. He shivers, cursing as he continues to fuck Riley’s mouth. When my hands reach the crack of his ass, I run it over his tight hole, and he bucks.

Riley gags and he tosses his head back in pleasure.

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Jace moans. I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Riley, but maybe it’s both of us. I continue to tease him, even slipping the tip of my thumb inside a bit.

Jace glares at me. “Are you trying to make me blow my load before you?”

“Is it working?” I tease.

He pulls out of Riley’s mouth and slaps my ass. “Tag, you’re it.”

I give him my one-dimpled smile and replace his cock with mine. Riley’s cheeks are red from the work Jace made her do, but she’s so sexy like this. Open and ready to please us. I don’t know what we’re going to do after she leaves, but I’m still holding out hope this morning is not the end for us.

Jace moves behind me and slides his cock up and down my ass, effectively turning my brain into mush.

“Taste of your own medicine,” he says against my ear.

I bite my cheek to stop from laughing while I put my hands on the base of Riley’s skull and make sure I have eye contact with her before I turn my strokes rougher.

“You’re amazing, Riley,” I tell her honestly. “Never let anyone tell you anything otherwise.” The words might be too serious for what we’re doing right now, but they feel right to say nonetheless. Adoration flashes in her irises, and I stroke my thumbs down her jaw.

“I wish I could get a panting of this,” Jace hums against my ear. “My pretty boy face-fucking our Shortcake. I’d call it Santa Came to Town. So sweet yet so fucking dirty.” He grinds his cock into my ass again while biting my neck.

My orgasm edges closer and I step aside so there’s room for Jace.

“Suck them both,” I order.

Riley smiles around my cock then I pull out so Jace can push back in. After a few thrusts I move in and we continue our pace, taking turns feeling her tight wet hole around us. We each have a hand on her head now while she goes to town. It’s a sight to watch, and Jace is right: This should be a painting. Maybe I will have one commissioned like I imagined last night.

“I’m getting close.” Jace grunts, his hips slowing as his orgasm builds.

“Me too,” I say.

Jace reaches down and fondles my balls. “Suck on them,” he tells Riley. She does as she’s told without hesitation, her warm mouth wrapping around and sucking me as Jace feeds them to her.

“Goddamn it,” I curse, my cock twitching.

The sound or Riley slurping and her little whines as she tries to balance on her knees with her hands tied has my orgasm rushing at me.

“I’m going to come,” I shout. I can hear Jace jacking his cock faster and faster as Riley sucks on my balls then moves down my shaft. A moment later she puts her mouth on Jace and he fucks her hard for a few seconds, making her choke on his cock until he pulls out with a cry.

“I’m coming, too. Fucking come with me, Leo!” he shouts.

I grab my cock just as thick ropes of come jet from my cock onto Riley’s face and chest. The moment the white liquid hits her pale skin, Jace is coming in endless spurts all down her breasts. We both squeeze our cocks for as long as possible while we watch Riley lick our essence from her lips and savor the taste. It’s goddamn kinky and so fucking hot I would come again if I could. Instead I close my eyes and bask in the high of my orgasm and sex hormones in the air.

The sound of Jace and Riley’s heavy breathing is eventually what brings me back down to earth. When I open my eyes, Jace is moving to release Riley from her binds and I go to grab a wet towel to wipe her off before I take her into the shower to eat her out in thanks and appreciation. But when I go to wipe her face off, she takes the towel from my hand.

“I can do it,” she says stiffly.

“I want to—”

“I said, I can do it,” she snaps. When Jace offers his hand to help her up, I notice that he’s avoiding my gaze now, too. Did something happen that I’m not aware of?

Worried, I ask, “Did I hurt you, Riley?”

Jace’s eyes connect with mine and they look fucking sad and apologetic. My brain goes through what just happened, and then it hits me. Jace called me Leo. Fuck. Fucking, fuck. Fuck!

“Riley,” my tone comes out already pleading, “I was going to tell you.”

After cleaning herself off, she snatches Jace’s shirt off the floor and puts it over her head. When she eventually faces me, her eyes aren’t angry, they’re disappointed. Which is worse.

“So it’s true, then?” she asks.

My gut feels like rocks are being tumbled inside it. I rub the back of my neck nervously. “You thought I was Lucas. It happens to me all the time and I just went with it.”

She runs a hand through her messy hair. “Why didn’t you just tell me the truth?”

I quickly find my sweatpants and put them back on while Jace does the same. This isn’t exactly the kind of conversation you want to have naked. “Look, I know I should have said something. But you were so excited about who you thought I was. I didn’t think that it mattered at the time.”

“And even after you decided to bring me home, you didn’t think I should know then?”

“I thought we’d have last night, then it would be done.” The words are sour on my tongue but it’s true. At the time I didn’t think this would lead to feelings. To wanting more. I did eventually, but we were in too deep by then. Fuck. There’s so much more I want to say, but as I play it through my head, it all sounds crazy. Who falls for someone in less than twenty-four hours?

She huffs. “I see.” When her gaze turns to Jace, she looks even more disappointed. “And you went along with it?”

Jace grimaces, so I step in. “Jace wanted to tell you, but I asked him not to.”

Her chin drops to her chest and she shakes her head solemnly. “I trusted you both.”

“We’re still the same men, Riley,” I insist. “Nothing has changed.”

She throws up her hands. “Everything has changed! I thought you were your brother. And you,” she points at Jace, “you were in on the whole thing. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Riley.” Jace tries to comfort her, but his voice sounds panicked. Probably from the prospect of losing her. “It’s us. We’re the stupid ones. I’m so, so, sorry.”

“You both fucking lied,” she spits.

I can’t help what happens next. All of my insecurities bubble to the surface, and I snap. “Because you thought I was Lucas is exactly why I didn’t tell you! You wanted my brother at the airport. You wanted a night with the hottest fucking bachelor on planet earth. I gave you that.”

“Leo,” Jace warns, his tone angry. “You’re being a dick, and I suggest you stop talking.”

I scowl at him, pissed that he’s right. And pissed at myself for creating this whole situation. But most importantly, hurting Riley. I shouldn’t have said what I said, but I can’t take it back.

Riley’s eyes turn glassy. “I didn’t care about spending a night with Lucas McKnight!” she cries. “I liked you. I liked you because you were kind and funny and YOU. Not because I thought you were Lucas.”

I mull over her words. Even though I know I should believe her, I can’t help wonder if she’s being truthful. When she met me last night, if I told her I wasn’t him, would she have stayed? And if she did, would it have been for me and not in hopes of meeting Lucas? The amount of times that any gender has tried to get to my brother through me is more than I can count. I’ve been burned too often by people I thought I trusted. Can I really trust Riley now? My heart is screaming yes, but my logical brain isn’t convinced.

“I don’t know what to say,” I finally breathe out.

“Seriously?” She blinks at me. “That’s all?”

When I open my mouth, nothing comes out. It’s not because I don’t have anything to say, it’s because I’m heeding Jace’s warning. If I say something hurtful, I’ll make it all worse. And Riley doesn’t deserve my bullshit issues, nor can I articulate anything other than said issues right now.

She blows out a shaky breath. “You really fucking used me, didn’t you, Leo?”

“Riley—”

“No!” she cries. “You fucking used me, just like Chad. You both took advantage of me and my vulnerabilities. I thought… fuck. I don’t know what I thought, but what you two did isn’t right!”

Jace tries to grab her hand, but she yanks it away from him.

“Don’t touch me!” she screams.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up from the sound, and I want nothing more than to hold her. But I can’t.

Jace steps back and surrenders. “I’m so sorry, Riley. Please, just sit down with us and we can talk about it. I know what we did isn’t good, but after what happened between the three of us, I think we should talk. We all deserve that.”

She stares at him, then back to me. “No, I’m not going to do that. I’m going to go clean up and you two are going to leave me the hell alone. Then I’m going to leave and pretend like this night never happened.”

“Please, Riley,” Jace tries again, the crack in his voice threatening to break me.

She shakes her head. “You two deserve each other.”

Then she’s storming off down the hallway toward the guest room, the bang of the door slamming in her wake.

After a heavy pause, one that threatens to strangle me, Jace makes eye contact with me. I rarely ever see him angry, but now is not one of those times. He looks pissed. Disappointed. Ready to blow.

“She’s right, you know,” he says. “We deserve each other.”

“And what does that mean?”

“We both realized what was happening last night between the three of us, and we should’ve come clean. Now it’s over with no way to fix it. Now it’s only us again, Leo. Are we going to go back to the same ‘together, not together’ shit again?”

I clench my fists at my sides. Suddenly, everything is too much again. “I can’t do this right now, Jace.”

He chuckles sadly. “Will you ever be able to?’

I blink at him, my throat closing from the emotion I see on his face. “I don’t know.”

Then I’m the one walking away—and I fucking hate myself for it.