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Svetlana wanted a threesome.
She told Ilya in a businesslike manner, as if she was discussing if he was interested in purchasing another car. The request came three days after Boston won the Stanley Cup. Ilya had promised Sveta a show of gratitude in return for her months of hockey monologues; after careful consideration, Svetlana decided the best way Ilya could thank her was via group sex.
Ilya was, of course, delighted. He had had a number of threesomes over the years. There had been one when he was a teenager, two female classmates, seemingly straight out of Ilya's porn search history. Since he'd become an NHL star, certain women at bars seemed to enjoy offering themselves up as a matching set, a threesome-ready package. He learned that men seemed to think jerking each other off was less gay if there was a woman involved. Ilya didn't really understand, though he guessed it was technically true, if you thought of being gay in terms of percentages.
Surprisingly, he and Svetlana had never had a threesome. They had known each other in Russia, but only started hooking up with any regularity in Boston. He'd watched her make out with women at clubs, eyes on Ilya, seeing if he was turned on. He usually was.
Ilya delicately offered to find a third.
"Man or woman," he said. "Your celebration, your pick."
Svetlana said she'd find the correct person.
"You are a lumbering hockey player," she said. "Will scare the hoes."
The only information Svetlana offered Ilya about the third was that her name was Jae. Ilya wondered if he needed to come up with an alias. Svetlana rolled her eyes, then asked him what his fake name would even be. Shane, Ilya thought for a wild second, before shrugging his shoulders.
"Some porn star name," he said. "Ivana Puck?"
When Jae arrived, it was immediately clear that the fake name was not necessary.
"Congrats on the Cup," she said as Ilya showed her in. "Sorry if that's weird — obviously, I won't tell anyone. It just seemed a bit rude not to acknowledge."
Jae had not been who Ilya had expected. Ilya had thought that Svetlana would choose a woman who looked somewhat like her — long hair, glossy lips, sharp eyes under dark eyelashes. The kind of women that she and Ilya would meet up with when they were out, in platform heels and tight minidresses.
Jae was wearing a cut-off muscle tank that exposed her muscular arms. She had short dark hair and deep dimples. Ilya wasn't completely sure about the semantics of describing more masculine women, but Jae seemed to be firmly in the category of butch.
"Thank you," he told Jae. Being recognized might have been weird if it was someone else, but Jae seemed remarkably relaxed about the situation. She walked into his apartment without a second look at the six-three Stanley Cup champion ushering her inside.
"You can thank Svetlana for the win," he added.
"I hope to."
Svetlana was sitting on his green velvet couch, wearing a dark low cut dress. Ilya had seen her breasts countless times, but he still was always stuck by a desire to touch when they were on display like this.
"I'll grab us drinks," Ilya said, mostly so he had something to do. "Beer? Wine? Vodka?"
"Vodka," Svetlana said.
"I'll have wine, white wine if you have it," Jae said, joining Sveta on the couch. "And you must be Svetlana?"
Ilya took his time in the kitchen, pouring drinks for the women. He took a shot of vodka and wondered what Hollander would think about the situation outside. Probably Hollander's worst nightmare, two women trying to have sex with him at once, not to mention a set of social etiquette that even Ilya felt slightly underprepared to tackle. Ilya wondered if Hollander had figured out that, if you knew the right websites, you can find plenty of people who want to have sex with you, literally any time. Maybe that's what he'd spent his time doing since he stopped texting Ilya.
Ilya took another shot and walked back into the living room, three drinks in his hands. Jae and Svetlana were kissing, Jae's hands already tangled in Sveta's hair.
This was a situation that Ilya understood. He set the drinks down and approached the couch, sitting on Svetlana's other side. He pushed soft kisses under her jaw, then down her neck.
"Tonight we want to make you feel good, yes?" Ilya made eye contact with Jae as Svetlana moaned in response. Jae winked at him and Ilya felt himself smiling against Svetlana's collarbone.
After a few more minutes, Ilya began moving his kisses down Svetlana's body, dropping to his knees between her legs. He kissed up her inner thigh, tonguing at the sides of the lace. He ran his lips over her underwear, exhaling, and hearing Svetlana gasp in response. Looking up, he could see Jae's hand down Svetlana's dress, rubbing slow circles. Good. Svetlana liked that. Jae's head lowered into the crook of Svetlana's neck and Svetlana's eyes closed, hissing as she bit her lower lip.
This was, Ilya felt, a good moment to move Svetlana's underwear to the side and drag his tongue across her lips. He knew what Svetlana liked: tongue on her clit, two fingers curling inside of her. He heard Jae shifting above him and saw her pulling down Svetlana's dress to trace her tongue over her nipple. Svetlana moaned, her thighs involuntarily tightening against Ilya's head, making him grin.
Ilya switched to sucking on Svetlana's clit, curling his fingers deeper inside. He didn't stop as he heard Svetlana getting louder. When she came, he felt as if he was being swallowed by her orgasm — Svetlana clenching around his fingers, her thighs clamping around his head. He kissed her inner thigh one last time, then raised his head.
"Not bad?" Ilya asked, his grin crooked. Svetlana's dress was pulled up to her stomach, and down below her breasts. A series of hickies were forming on her chest and neck. Jae looked as pleased with herself as Ilya felt.
"Both of you," Svetlana said, already wobbling to her feet. "Get to the bedroom. Now."
As Ilya and Jae rose to follow, Ilya stood back to offer Jae a path.
"After you," he said.
Jae was, Ilya felt, just as gentlemanly.
"No, no, please. After you."
By the time the two made it to the bedroom, Svetlana was in bed, propped up by pillows. She seemed to have regained her signature control.
"You two," she said, pointing at Ilya and Jae. "I want you making out. On the bed. Now."
Ilya quirked an eyebrow at Jae, but she was already crawling onto the foot of Ilya's California King bed. He followed suit, though being six-three allowed for a slightly more graceful ascent. Ilya knelt and pulled Jae close to him, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. And then they were kissing.
Ilya hoped that Svetlana hadn't looked for someone more masculine because she thought he might be afraid to admit he wanted to fuck a man. Making out with Jae wasn't anything like making out with Shane, nearly 200 pounds of solid muscle, or Sasha, all sharp corners and hard abs. But then, catching a glimpse of Sveta out of the corner of his eye, her hand in her underwear and her eyes hazy with desire, Ilya felt suddenly certain that she hadn't found Jae for his sake at all.
Not that Ilya wasn't into it. Jae grabbed his lower lip between her teeth, and Ilya rocked into her, his dick hardening. He lifted her tank top, running a hand up her muscular back. Her nipples were hard, poking through her Nike sports bra, and Ilya ran his tongue over one, taking it into his teeth. She gasped, her short nails scratching at his back, then pushed herself on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the bed before her mouth was back on his.
Ilya moved his hands to Jae's fly, unbuttoning slowly. He still wasn't totally sure if Jae was typically into men, though the way she was kneading his chest was a very convincing argument that she was, at the very least, into Ilya. Jae shucked off her jeans, then reached for Ilya's pants, pulling them down. Ilya had a moment to notice that they were wearing very similar underwear — short, black briefs — before Jae was rubbing herself on his hard on, through the layers of fabric, and he was grunting, grabbing at her hips.
"Okay, that's enough." Svetlana's hand was still in her underwear, her fingers moving. Ilya bet the lace was soaked through by this point. "I need one of you to fuck me. Immediately."
Ilya and Jae exchanged looks.
"You have dick to fuck with?" Ilya asked.
"I brought toys." Jae seemed unfazed by Ilya's question. He found himself smiling again as Jae spread out Svetlana's options — two dildos, plus a portable Magic Wand.
"It is up for coach to decide," Ilya said, looking at Svetlana. "But I will admit, my dick does not vibrate or have pretty colors.”
Svetlana looked at the toys, then pointed decisively at the larger, bright purple dildo.
"That one," she said. "And while you get me off, Ilya can fuck you."
Ilya was sitting on the side of the bed as Jae approached, slotting herself between his legs. She glanced at Svetlana, then ran a hand through Ilya's hair. Ilya pressed a kiss against her shoulder, as she reached into his underwear and gave his dick a few slow strokes.
Ilya gasped into Jae's shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles near her waist. She reached for it, grabbing his hand and slowly bringing it to her mouth.
"Your hands are fantastic," she said, kissing at Ilya's fingertips. "I want you to fuck me with them."
Ilya nodded, grinning again, as Jae climbed back into bed.
"Let's get this off," she said, pulling Svetlana's dress over her head. Her hand lightly trailed down Svetlana's body, tracing her breasts, then up her legs. Jae slowly pulled Svetlana's underwear down her toned thighs. She brushed her finger, feather light, across her clit, sending Svetlana arching off the mattress.
"Okay, enough of this." Svetlana was more riled up than Ilya had seen in years. Ilya buried his smile in Jae's back. He watched as she continued to tease Svetlana, kissing and nipping and pinching just beyond where Sveta wanted her.
Ilya ran his own hand down the front of Jae's briefs, feeling her wetness seeping through the fabric. He ran his fingers over the cloth, watching over Jae's shoulder. Svetlana was almost crying from want. When Ilya fucked her, he didn't usually tease her like this — withhold until she was begging. It wasn't how they were around each other. Looking at her flushed face, Ilya wondered if this was something that maybe she wanted, something she needed to get from someone else.
There were tears in the corners of Svetlana's eyes when Jae finally pressed her thumb to her clit, pushing the dildo inside. Svetlana arched, letting out a loud, low moan. Fuck, Ilya was hard.
Ilya pulled down Jae's briefs, earning himself a gasp of appreciation as he worked quick circles into her wetness. It felt a little bit like opening up Hollander, Ilya thought, with Jae on her elbows and knees, his fingers searching for the spot that would draw out little moans. But Hollander would have been begging for more, more, more. Jae seemed more focused on unraveling Svetlana, whose eyes were screwed shut, her hands grabbing the sheets. Ilya could sense her tipping closer to the edge with every thrust.
"Open your eyes for me, baby," Jae said, fucking into Svetlana. "Want you to watch us taking care of you."
Svetlana opened her eyes, looking almost bewildered. Ilya slid his fingers into Jae again, pressing them towards where he was quickly learning she enjoyed. She threw her head back against his shoulder for a second, letting out a whine of pleasure. Then, Jae was back on Svetlana, thrusting the toy into her, tearing a cry from Sveta's throat.
"Fuck, fuck." Svetlana's eyes were on Jae, who was kissing her hip, then on Ilya, as he steadily fucked his fingers into Jae. "I'm fucking —"
And Svetlana was yelling. Ilya watched her toes curling, her hand searching for anything to grab onto before finding Jae's shoulder. Ilya leaned closer, putting his weight on top of Jae.
"Is not done yet," he whispered in her ear. "Can get another one out of her, right while she's coming down." Ilya nodded towards Svetlana's trembling form. "With hand or mouth."
"Fuck, man." Jae sounded a little shaky herself. She let herself grind against Ilya's hand, just for a moment, then moved her mouth to Svetlana's clit, the toy still inside. Svetlana groaned as Jae licked her, wet and slow, then faster and faster. Soon Svetlana was whimpering.
Ilya grasped Jae's hips. She was so wet, almost leaking down the length of his arm. She moaned against Svetlana as Ilya added a third finger. Ilya could tell Jae was starting to lose control, her legs shaking as he fucked her harder, but her tongue kept up its frantic pace. Then Sveta was yelling again, a string of curse words in Russian and English.
Svetlana's thighs were still twitching as she pulled Jae's mouth off of her.
"So good," Svetlana panted. "Too good."
The laser-focused intensity had left Jae. Ilya hauled her up against his chest, angling her body so he could bury his fingers deeper. He was so, so hard, his erection rubbing against Jae's back. Jae felt boneless against Ilya's body, clinging onto his shoulders to keep from toppling over.
Svetlana curled up, watching the show.
"She is almost there," Ilya said in Russian. "Maybe give her a little thank you."
Svetlana's smile was filthy. Jae inhaled as Svetlana rubbed her hand against her thigh, then gasped as Svetlana pulled up her sports bra. Svetlana kissed the soft skin under her breast, then lightly ran her teeth against Jae's nipple, and Jae was clenching on Ilya, shouting as she came hard against his hand.
Ilya lowered Jae gently to the bed, wiping his drenched hand on his briefs.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Jae said. She sounded truly, blissfully, fucked. "I knew you had good hands, but holy shit."
Ilya wanted to smile, but he was too fucking turned on. He pushed his hand down his underwear, but Svetlana was already there, peeling his briefs down his thighs. Svetlana planted a wet kiss at the base of his cock, and Ilya was already clenching his jaw.
"Jae," she said. "Come help me with this?"
"I don't know." Jae sounded winded. "It's been a long time since I encountered one of those.
"Will be hot." Svetlana smirked up at Ilya as she licked a broad stripe up his cock. "And fast. Ilya loves getting someone off. Now he will shoot load immediately."
Ilya groaned as Jae settled in next to Svetlana. Her hair was tousled, and her pupils were still blown out in post-orgasm bliss. Ilya ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
"I always said I would do this for anyone who could get the Cup back to Boston," Jae said. "I just never thought I'd have the chance."
And then he had two mouths on his dick. It was hot, messy, fantastic. Ilya let his head roll back, and tried to just take in the sensations. A memory of Hollander — his aggressive, earnest attempts — flashed in his mind, so he forced his eyes open. He was having a threesome with two women; he had to enjoy what was happening in front of him.
Ilya needed a rhythm if he was going to come, and he desperately wanted to come, so he pulled Jae up next to him, kissing at her cheeks and neck. Svetlana knew what he needed, knew the exact speed and pressure. Within a few strokes, he was coming in her mouth.
"Told you," Svetlana said smugly. "Good, giving, game."
Later, the three of them lay together in bed. Ilya was happy he had invested in the California King. He was in a sleepy, stupid mood, his thoughts muffled by the post-coital glow. Svetlana had passed out between him and Jae, and a comfortable silence filled the room. The TV was on, playing hockey reruns.
"So," he said, "you like hockey?"
Jae nodded.
"I actually played at Harvard," she replied. "Still do a bit of pick-up."
"Harvard?" Ilya quirked his eyebrows. "A genius in our bedroom!"
"Naw, they have to let in some dumb jocks to fill up the roster."
They watched TV in silence for a few seconds.
"You like fucking men?" Ilya asked.
Jae laughed.
"Not usually," she said. "But this was fun." She paused for a second, considering her next question.
"How about you?" she asked. "Do you like fucking men?"
Ilya didn't say anything for long enough that Jae opened her mouth, as if about to apologize.
"No, is fine," Ilya said, stopping her. "Sometimes I do."
He felt a flash of hot-cold adrenaline as he said the words. Jae nodded.
"What's up with you two?" she asked, gesturing at Svetlana, fast asleep.
"We are just friends," Ilya said. "Good friends. She is real reason Boston won Stanley Cup. Was not kidding about that."
"Well, shit." Jae laughed. "I'm glad I was able to give both of you head then."
“She is a star,” Ilya said, firmly.
A few minutes later, Jae pressed a kiss to Svetlana's hair.
"I should go," she said. "I have work tomorrow. And probably better for you guys not to have someone spotted sneaking out at the crack of dawn."
"Yes, much better to have sneaking out at 2 a.m.," Ilya said, pushing himself out of bed. "I will walk you to door."
"What a gentleman."
At the door, Ilya wasn't quite sure if he should kiss Jae goodbye. She solved the problem for him, pulling him into a hug, then patting his ass.
"You would have been a fantastic lesbian in another life, Rozanov," she said. "Give Svetlana a kiss for me. She has my number, if you ever want to do this again."
"Highest praise," Ilya said. He had not expected to laugh so much during this threesome. "Will see you around."
Back in bed, Ilya pulled Svetlana close to him. He inhaled her hair, smelling floral shampoo and sex and a whiff of Jae's deodorant.
"Was that good?" he whispered to her. "A good celebration of Sveta?"
Svetlana rolled over and nuzzled into Ilya's chest. Without her makeup, half asleep, she looked younger than she usually did, more like the teenager she had been when she and Ilya first met.
"Jae is fun," Ilya said. "A good draft pick. You are smart."
"I always am," Svetlana mumbled. Her breathing lost some of its sleepy rhythm, the long, low inhales speeding up a little bit. Ilya rubbed her hair, waiting to hear what she had to say.
"Guess we both like both."
Svetlana said it so quietly that Ilya wasn't sure he was supposed to hear it. Svetlana was looking off in the middle distance, a vulnerability on her face that felt so alien to the Svetlana he knew. Ilya tucked Svetlana under his chin, kissing her forehead.
"Yes." He paused, trying to think of the right words to say. "I guess — it is good we live here, and not there."
Ilya felt Svetlana nod against his chest. She reached her arms long, clasping them around his back. Neither of them said anything for a long time.