The Hockey House C*m Bucket

Lily's pov I’m lying on a basement floor with c*m leaking out of every hole in my body, and I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. My glasses are gone. My sweater is destroyed. My thighs are sticky and shaking. And all I can think is: finally. Let me back up. Kenzie dragged me to the hockey house party after their fourth straight win. She shoved a drink in my hand, said “loosen up,” and disappeared upstairs with a defenseman. I’ve been fantasizing about this team since sophomore year. Niko Voronov, the captain, six-three with a jawline that could cut glass. Vaughn, the enforcer, built like a truck with hands the size of my head. Hayes, sandy hair and dimples that vanish on the ice. Griff, Tate, Jenson. All over six feet. All built to ruin women. I’ve touched myself thinking about every one of them. Niko finds me in the kitchen. “Come downstairs. Real party’s in the basement.” I follow him through a door marked TEAM ONLY. He peels the sign off, sticks it on my chest above my cleavage, fingers lingering. “You’re team tonight.” The basement is dim. String lights. Leather couches. Pool table. Six hockey players sprawled like kings. Every head turns when I walk down, and my stomach drops. Because I’ve imagined this room with these men in scenarios that would get me expelled if anyone could read my mind. “No f*****g way,” Hayes grins. “Library girl came to play.” Niko’s hand settles on my lower back, slides down, and squeezes my ass in front of all of them. The boldness of it makes my breath catch because this is actually happening. “She’s been staring at us since sophomore year,” Niko says to the room. “Thinking we don’t notice.” He squeezes again. “We notice everything, Lily.” My face burns. My p***y throbs so hard it’s almost painful because I’ve spent years imagining their hands on me. And now one of them actually is. My body doesn’t know how to handle the gap between fantasy and reality closing this fast. “You been thinking about us?” Hayes asks. “Every single one of you,” I say, and my voice comes out breathless and honest. The silence that follows is the loudest thing I’ve ever heard. “f*****g knew it,” Hayes says. “That dress at Kenzie’s birthday. You remember, Niko?” “Went home and thought about it for a week,” Niko says. “We all did,” Vaughn says from the armchair, his voice so low it vibrates in my ribcage. “Watched you walk across the lawn in it and decided if I ever got you in this basement, you weren’t leaving until I knew what sounds you make.” My p***y clenches so hard my knees almost buckle. They’ve been watching me the way I’ve been watching them. The realization pours through me like something molten. Vaughn stands and walks toward me. He's massive up close. He grabs my sweater and pulls it over my head before I can react. In a flash, hands are everywhere. My bra gets unclasped from behind. Hayes grabs my tit and squeezes, thumb rolling my n****e. I feel another hand on my other breast, fingers grabbing my hips, and another unbuttoning my jeans. I’m being undressed by multiple men and my brain is short-circuiting because every hand feels different and my body is trying to respond to all of them at once. “f**k, look at her t**s,” Hayes says, pinching my n****e. “Been staring at these through her shirts all semester. Now, I get to see it live.” I’m shaking. Not from fear. But from the overwhelming reality of six men’s hands on my body after imagining it alone in my dorm with my fingers between my legs. The fantasy never covered how it actually feels. The way my skin lights up everywhere they touch. The way my p***y floods before anyone’s gone near it. My jeans come down. My panties go with them. Someone holds them up, soaked, fabric dark and drenched, and laughter rumbles through the room. I should be mortified. I am mortified. And the mortification is making me wetter because being exposed in front of six men who want me is rewiring something in my brain. “She’s f*****g drenched,” Hayes announces. “Soaking before anyone’s touched her cunt.” Niko pushes me onto the couch, grabs my ankles and spreads my legs. Hayes takes one thigh, Griff takes the other, holding me open so wide my p***y is on display for the room. Swollen. Glistening. I watch their faces watching me. The hunger in their eyes makes my c**t pulse, and I’ve never felt more naked or more wanted. Niko drops between my legs and drags his tongue through me, and the moan that rips from my throat fills the basement. My cheeks flush. I can't believe that wrecked, shameless sound is mine. He starts to suck my c**t and I gasp. “Oh f**k, Captain—” I cry out, before I can even think. “That’s what I want to hear,” he says against my p***y. He sucks my c**t and pushes two fingers inside me, curling into my g-spot, and the pressure makes my thighs shake against the hands holding them open. He edges me. Backs off every time I’m close. Builds the pressure until I’m rocking against his face, desperate, eyes stinging. “Please,” I beg. “I need to c*m. I’ve needed this for so long, please—” “She’s begging,” Hayes says. “That's the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” “She’s earned it,” Niko says, and sucks my c**t hard and curls his fingers. I c*m so violently, my back bows off the couch. Tears spill down my temples. The orgasm rolls through me in waves that don’t stop, and the sounds coming from my mouth are sounds I’ve never heard myself make. I’m still trembling when Vaughn steps beside my head. His c**k is out. it's thick, veined and looks intimidating. My stomach drops and my mouth waters at the same time. He grabs my hair. “Open.” I open, and he pushes his c**k in, and my jaw stretches around him immediately. Barely halfway and the head nudges my throat, and spit floods my mouth. “Good girl,” he grunts. “Pretty mouth. Been thinking about these lips since you laughed at Kenzie’s last month. Couldn’t get them out of my head for days.” The thought of silent, massive Vaughn obsessing over my mouth makes my p***y clench so hard around Niko’s fingers that he groans. Niko sucks me while Vaughn f***s my throat. Pinned between them. My mouth is stuffed, and my p***y. My thighs are held open. Spit leaks down my chin onto my t**s, and the gagging sounds fill the basement. I’m moaning around Vaughn’s c**k because being used from both ends is better than any fantasy I ever produced alone. Messier. Louder. More overwhelming. Hayes slaps his c**k against my cheek. The weight of it hitting my face makes my p***y grip Niko’s fingers tighter. “She got tighter when I slapped her face with my c**k,” Hayes says. “This girl is filthier than any of us guessed.” They pass my mouth between them. Vaughn. Hayes. Back and forth. Each one pumping deep. Gagging. Drooling. Niko’s fingers never stop, and the second orgasm builds heavy and deep. “She’s close again,” Niko says. “Her p***y’s fluttering on my fingers.” Vaughn pushes deep into my throat and holds while Niko curls his fingers hard, and I c*m with a c**k choking me. My scream is muffled. My body seizes. My p***y grips his fingers in waves while spit pours down my face, and I’m cumming so hard I can’t breathe, and I don’t care. They pull out. I lie on the couch panting. Face a mess of spit and tears. Two orgasms and nobody’s f****d me yet. I feel like a different person than the girl who walked down those stairs, and I never want to go back to being her. Niko unbuckles his belt. His c**k is thick and hard and dripping with pre-c*m. He grabs my jaw and lifts my wrecked face. “Who’s f*****g you first?” he asks. “You, Captain,” I say. “Please.” He grins. “Good girl.”