Hoops Shorts: A HOOPS Novella Collection

Behind me I heard Mason talking to Bishop. “Hey man, I’m sorry I’ve been giving you such a hard time of it lately. Maybe you aren’t all asshole.”

My eyebrows hit my hairline. Whoa, was I just super high, or were Mason and Bishop actually burying the hatchet in front of my eyes?

They gave each other that bro-back-slap thing and then followed after us. I blinked. Was that it? Years of animosity cleaned up by a ménage à trois shower, an apology, and a bro-slap?

Then Tank was laying me on the bed.

“Lemme guess,” Cash said dourly to Bishop. “You get her first.”

Bishop walked around to the side of the bed where Tank had laid me out exactly as ordered. I was in the center of the bed, absolutely naked and newly scrubbed. He reached in the drawer and pulled out an object—I couldn’t see what at first, ’cause his body was blocking it.

“If you want to be the one to break this in,” Bishop turned to show whatever he was holding to Cash, “you’re welcome to it.” Then he tilted his body towards Mason, still blocking me from seeing the object.

“But I was thinking that, out of the new goodwill between Mason here and me, he might be the first one Luna can help break in. ’Cause I want our pet here to experience everything there is to feel. And I saw a side of her in Vegas that I think she needs to explore further.”

Bishop tilted his head towards Mason and narrowed his eyes. “And I think you need this too, don’t you?”

From across the room, towel wrapped around his waist, Mason gulped audibly. Then he walked forward, eyes ping-ponging between Bishop and me.

“So… she’d be wearing it.”

Bishop rolled his eyes. “Look at it. Unless I haven’t disclosed something to you all these years, yeah, it’s her.”

“What are you guys talking about?” I rolled to get up on my knees to see past Bishop’s torso to the object in his hand.

He finally turned to let me see.

He was holding… I frowned, not exactly sure what I was looking at.

It was a dildo. That much I got. Or well, it was two dildos? Frankly, it reminded me of the lady with the banana, where one end went inside her, and then there was another banana sticking out. One big, one smaller, connected at their bases, with a, hmm, like a harness around them as if, as if—

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.

My eyes shot to Mason at the same time adrenaline spiked through my veins. I might be slow to connect the dots, but now that I had…

Mason met my gaze. “Would that be something you’d like to do?” His voice was a little quieter than normal, unsure.

I hesitated, trying not to show the enthusiasm lurching through my chest. “Is it something you’d like to do?”

Mason swallowed again, not wavering from my gaze. “Only if it’s you. Only ever with you.”

I nodded and reached out for the double-headed strap-on. Bishop came around the bed and handed it to me, then helped me get my legs through the harness and—

And then Bishop dropped onto his back on the bed.

At first, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I was still on my hands and knees, though. And he slid his head between my knees.

Oh. Well. So he was going to do that. No one had ever done that to me before.

Tank came closer, dragging a lounge chair right to the bed’s edge so he had a front row seat. Cash perched on the bench at the end of the bed.

Bishop didn’t bother licking or teasing—his mouth went straight for my clit. He suckled with a vacuum pressure that had me all but screeching his name.

Oh God— Oh God—

This was it. What I’d been waiting all this time for.

The pleasure rose and rose and I bucked towards his mouth—

But right when I felt like I was right about to tip over the damn edge, Bishop pulled his mouth back. He blew hot air that felt cool after the heat of his mouth across my wet pussy lips.

And then I gasped as Bishop started feeding the larger of the two dildos into my pussy. I was wet enough for it. I’d been drenched before and then after his mouth… Dear Lord, I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

I reached towards Mason, who’d been standing quietly by the side of the bed the whole time Bishop ate me out, patiently waiting. Not like him at all. But then his manner had been a little different all night. Maybe it was the edibles. Maybe it was what had happened in the shower.

Mason was still quiet as he dropped the towel, then climbed on the bed and got on his hands and knees in front of me. His ass was paler than the rest of his body. I reached forward and tapped his shoulder to check in with him.