Monster Pucker: A MMF Monster Hockey Romance(2)

I shook my head, my cheeks hotter than irons. When in Rome, right? At this point, I was in it for the whole ride.

My hand slid down my body. I was wearing high-waisted palazzo pants with a tucked in blouse and blazer. I unbuttoned the top of them quietly, slipping my hand down towards my pussy.

This is so wrong.

“Naughty, naughty,” Klaus chuckled.

For a moment, I felt a flash of fear that he was talking to me. My heart pounded in my chest as I touched myself, still watching them hungrily.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I watched as Klaus thrust into his mouth harder. He finally let out a guttural growl and pulled back.

My nipples hardened, pleasure rolled through me as I played with my clit. I was so wet from watching. I knew I had somewhat of a voyeur kink, but this was way more intense than I could have ever dreamed.

Klaus turned and grabbed Flurry, gripping his fur and dragging him into a kiss. Klaus was massive, but Flurry was even more so. He was at least a foot taller, his shoulders broad. His fur was bright white with tufts of steel blue here and there, his hands ending in retractable claws. He didn’t have massive horns like Klaus, but he had two tusks protruding from his mouth, similar to that of an orc.

There had been many nights I’d fantasized about riding tusks like that…

Fuck me. I was doomed. I bit back a moan as I kept circling my clit. It was getting harder and harder to be quiet, but I had to be. I couldn’t get caught.

I wasn’t sure what would happen if they discovered me, but it wouldn’t be good.

Klaus paused for a moment, breathing in deep.

“What is it?” Flurry whispered.

“A scent,” Klaus hummed. He scowled, glancing around the room.

“Is someone here? You know I don’t have the same heightened sense of smell as you.”

“This is pretty strong…”

“Sorry, all I can smell is the sweat from the team,” Flurry teased.

Klaus was silent for a moment, but then spoke. “It’s nothing. Just a hint of something…delicious. It’s gone now. Why aren’t you still sucking my cock, Flurry?”

“You’re the one that kissed me—”

Klaus shoved him against the lockers, the metal rattling. “Get back down. I want you to swallow a load before I put another inside you. Then you can go to dinner with your fake date with my cum leaking from you.”

He whimpered, letting out a soft growl. Before I knew it, Flurry was back on his knees. He hit the tile flooring hard with a thud, groaning. This time they were turned so that I could see them better, which was bad for me.

Really bad for me.

I could feel the edge of an orgasm getting closer. My eyes widened as I caught sight of Klaus’ cock.

Holy shit.

My mouth fell open as I stared. His cock was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was thick and dark crimson, a knot at the base. But his shaft…it moved. His cock was prehensile, which meant it could grab, grope, twist all at his will. It ended in a tapered head, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

I’d heard rumors he was packing at least ten inches, and those rumors appeared to be true.

Flurry opened his mouth, grunting as he took every inch.

Every. Inch.

Fuck.

Desire pumped through me like a heavy drug. I sucked in a breath, circling my clit faster as I watched them. I’d never done something so devious, and it only turned me on more.

I was getting so close.

Klaus paused again, letting out a dark growl. Flurry pulled back, looking up at him.

“What is it?”

“Keep sucking.”

He dragged Flurry’s head back, holding him in place. He looked around the room as he used Flurry’s mouth.

I gasped as an orgasm suddenly crashed into me. I arched, my head falling back as pleasure burst through with an intensity I’d never felt before.

A moan slipped from me before I could stop it.

Oh no.

The orgasms ebbed, and I pulled my hand free. I refocused, my heart still pounding.

“Naughty, naughty girl.”

Every muscle in my body froze, terror icing my veins.

Pressed against the locker door was Klaus.

His eyes met mine, his grin devilish.

I yelped as the locker door was suddenly ripped off the hinges; the metal squealing as it snapped.

“Oh my gods,” I gasped, staring in shock.

He put his arms to either side of the opening, his massive body blocking any sort of escape.

The Growlers’ star player had me caged in.

I’d been caught.

My eyes slowly moved down.

His cock was still hard.

I blushed from head to toe. Like I wasn’t already redder than a godsdamned tomato. I was shaking like a leaf. “I-I can explain,” I croaked.

He slowly smiled, revealing his very sharp teeth. “Can you?” Klaus whispered. “You’re the pretty journalist that distracted my player earlier. We almost lost because of you.”

“Wh—what?” My voice was trembling.

“Oh yes,” he said menacingly.

I felt like I was going to faint.

“And then here you are, distracting us again. You aren’t supposed to be in here, are you? This atrocious locker scent was a good disguise, but I can still smell you. She’s a little voyeur, Flurry.”