A melting sensation spread through her thighs as she mapped his arms with trembling fingers. She stopped exploring and sunk her nails into his shoulders when his mouth opened around her, covering her with heat. The power in his mouth combined with the soft sucking noises felt like jolts of lightning.
Silently winding around her like a panther, Grey came to watch.
His sculpted bronze torso, his neck, his muscled arms—her heart pounded at the sight. Her breath became ragged as he wrapped a hand around his pulsing flesh and stroked up. She’d never seen him touch himself. He did it so expertly, almost casually, the unmistakable scrape of flesh singing in her ears. He was marvelous. A god. Touching himself.
Their gazes met over Heath’s hunched shoulders. Gazing deep into her eyes, he stroked himself a second time—deliberately slowly, so it took him two full seconds to go from base to head and back down again. She licked her lips, loving that cock, that long- fingered hand, that man. A spiral of wanting whirled inside her tummy.
“Do that again,” she mouthed.
He shook his head, eyes glimmering as he let go of himself and took another step. She watched him bob as he walked, and her pussy rippled with wanting that cock just as it was; marvelously red and fully extended.
A tender heat mingled with lust shone in his eyes as he came within touching distance. He reached out to pet her free breast, smiling as he plucked the nipple with two fingers. “This one’s mine.” He lowered his head, his eyes on hers, and against her flesh, breathed, “You’re mine.”
She clutched the back of his head and drew him to her breast. “Yes.”
When he covered her nipple with his mouth, she threw her head back in bliss. “Yes.”
Wow wow wow wow . . .
She’d never thought it would feel like this. She’d worried she would discover this had been a bad idea, but no, no, it was so good. Felt so maddeningly good.
There wasn’t a single breath she took that wasn’t spiced with their desire. Sensations assailed her, one after the other, following their touches, their sounds. Her nipples had never felt so hard, so hot. Grey’s mouth was sure and loving on her nipple, and the breast Heath suckled grew raw and fiery. He was not a gentle lover, and his roughness excited her, his hands not so careful as they went around her and squeezed her ass. She yelped in surprise, and his gruff sound was muffled by her sweaty skin.
He moved, and a thick, blunt- fingered hand slipped between her thighs. She bucked when he found her and pressed the tip of a callused finger into her clit. Her breath hissed through her teeth.
Grey looked up from her breast. “You like that?”
“God. Perfect. Yes.”
“She likes that, Heath.”
And Heath did it again. And again. He caught the flesh and pinched, pressed, plucked. She screamed, her head rolling loosely on her neck, her breath soughing out of her chest. Grey moved around her, became her wall, and raw, hungry screams welled up in the back of her throat as she let her weight rest on him, let Heath do things to her.
Their combined panting breaths were like a dark, endless song in the room, punctuated with Toni’s cries as Heath made bold, wicked movements on her clit.
Grey’s chest jerked roughly against her back as he breathed. “Toni?” His murmur throbbed in her ear. “Tell us what you want, baby.”
“She wants me to eat her.”
Her mind spun with Heath’s dirty talk as he knelt before her, drawing her legs apart.
His eyes bored into hers for a heart-stopping moment, and smiling a lazy, sexy smile, he ducked his head. “Don’t you, Toni?” A moan caught in the back of her throat when he tasted her. A soft, wet flick.
“Yes.” Please please please please.
His tongue came so long, so strong, giving deep, velvety strokes up her entrance. She’d never been licked like this. He licked like a dog, using only his tongue, and it was maddeningly erotic.
Grey’s breath whispered across her hair, his mouth nipping at her shoulder. “You’re awfully quiet, my love.”
She smothered a sound. She’d imagined she would ravage them, both of them, take them like a wild woman, but she could hardly move. Only feel. Feel them. Against her. Doing dirty things to her.
Instinctively, her hands came up, burying in Heath’s soft, thick hair, drawing his mouth against her clit.
“Don’t you want me to know you’re enjoying it?” Grey pressed.
Heath laved the bud with his tongue, his thumb driving inside her. Her body surged up hungrily, but she kept from moaning still. Embarrassed. Embarrassed that she was ready to come.
“Give me your moans, baby, purr for me.” Grey’s strong, elongated erection dug into her bottom, intensifying her yearning as he played her nipples to an ache. “Purr for Heath,Toni.”
She turned her head, ashamed that she would come with another flick of Heath’s mouth. Her parted lips scraped across Grey’s jaw, silently asking, begging for his participation with each sultry breath she poured on him. “Grey.”
He was tense, just standing with her as she was tongue- fucked, and there was a moment when she could no longer contain her sounds of need. The little circles of her hips, craving Heath’s mouth.
Grey’s fingers pinched her breasts. She pushed her chest up to him, pitched her hips wantonly to Heath’s face while she licked at Grey’s, lust shooting through her. “Grey.” Heath drew back and fondled the moist petals, and Toni panted against the stubble of Grey’s jaw. “Grey.”
He dragged his eyes from what he’d been hotly, darkly watching and seized her mouth, kissed her with passion and heart and emotion. He drowned her whimpers with his mouth, rubbing himself against her fevered body as Heath curved his hands around her ass and raised her to his mouth, probing lightly, expertly into her.
She detonated with a muffled cry; her climax racked through her, waves and waves of shudders seizing her like earthquakes.
When she thought her legs would buckle, Grey caught her, kissing her lips as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. The aftershocks of her orgasm made her tremble as he set her down. He brushed her wet hair behind her shoulders, and his hand remained on her face, his eyes following his thumb as he ran it along her cheek. “I can barely stand the sight of you like this.”
She smiled breathlessly up at him. “How is ‘this’?”
He was sober, his face tight with heat. “Dewy-eyed, aroused, a little scared. It makes me want to hold you, and it makes me want to spread you open for me.”
She smoothed a strand of hair back from his forehead, flooded with love for him. “Do both.”
His skin glistened, light from the setting sun giving it a bronze hue as he bent over her and touched lightly between her legs. “I’ll spread you open.” He skated two fingers across the glossy pink mound between her legs. “I’ll make you come for me.” He nipped her shoulder, his cock brushing against her thigh. “I’ll hold you all night if you let me.”
He was saying all kinds of sweet things she’d never heard before, like wanting to hold her, and it made her a little emotional. Her lust raged, and the combination weakened her, had her nerves quivering.
Grey adjusted her to her side, aligning himself behind her as Heath plopped down on the bed, his eyes glimmering as he reached for her hand.
He raised it to his mouth and licked the center of her palm, swirling his tongue around. She’d never realized she had so many nerves there. At each moist swipe of that tongue, her pussy quivered, her breasts, her toes.
Once he was finished, he lowered her arm and forced her fingers around the long, veiny length of him. His pulse beat in her fist, his cock too long to completely hold even with both hands. He was as big as Grey. A trickle of bone-white liquid rose to the slit, gathering at the tip like a milky raindrop. Toni greedily licked her lips, scooting over to kneel between his thighs.
Heath’s hand came to the back of her head, urging her down on him. She could barely decipher his dark, smoky words.
“All
of it, kitten.”
In answer, she lapped at that juicy cock, adjusting her back so Grey could move behind her and cup and touch her ass as he liked. She wanted his touch, needed it.When his hand stroked the curve of one supple cheek, she moaned appreciatively.
She dove for Heath’s flesh, taking the entire stalk, until the tumescent head met the back of her throat. Grunting, he rolled his hips, watching her pleasure him, taking in the visual in with his eyes. The slide of her lips up and down the glistening column, her hand fastening around the base, her free hand sweeping out to stroke the heavy sac gathered so closely to his body.
Gray stole a hand between her ass cheeks, sliding two fingers up the wet cleft to find her throbbing clit and give it a circle. “Just seeing you with your mouth full has me dripping.”
His words poured over her like lava, stirring up her blood, inflaming her senses.
Trembling, she parted her knees farther, opening up to him, his touch, his love. Grey nuzzled her cheeks as he fondled her, the scrape of his whiskers burning her skin. “So soaked, darling.”
“Grey,” she gasped.
“Oh, fuck, I want you.”
He buried his mouth in her pussy from behind and lapped all the way up to her clit, then stabbed inside her waiting vagina. Pleasure shot through her. His mouth worked her, tongue lapping and sipping up her musky cream before he sunk two fingers right in. He swirled them inside her, seeking, caressing, pushing her to the edge.
Delirious with sensation, she rocked her body back and forth, her nostrils flaring wide as she hauled in air while Heath’s immense penis crammed her mouth. She extended her tongue to lave every steely inch, inhumanly aware of every twitch of his cock, every flex in his taut abdomen.
A tiny spurt of cream dripped to her tongue, tasting of salt and milk, and she wanted more, wanted his cum gushing in her mouth, tumbling down her throat.
She heard his voice then, dense but carrying a note of helplessness. “Toni.” It did things to her, the way he said her name.
She worked him faster as Grey continued toying with her pussy, twisting those two fingers inside.All the way in. Screwing them in.
Heath grabbed a fistful of hair. “Toni.” He started pumping into her mouth with fast, erratic jabs. “Are you going to eat me, Toni?” he demanded. “Do you swallow,Toni?”
The mattress screeched as he stabbed her mouth again and again, his neck straining, his entire face twisted with pleasure. Oh, god. He was perfect. Reckless and powerful and out of control.
She reached between his splayed legs and grazed her thumbs across the hair-roughened sac of his balls. He flung his head back. “Fuck, that mouth does wonders,Toni.”
The heavy rod slid in and out of her mouth. Grey grabbed her hips and fitted himself to her entrance as Heath grunted, groaned, thrashed on the bed. “Eat me up,Toni. Eat me up—” His desperate words turned to a gravelly groan as his cock jerked inside her, a spurt of warmed, spicy cream sluicing into her mouth.
He convulsed so powerfully, a tremble of her own jolted through her. Feverishly she drank the rich liquid, but it was so much that some of him trickled out the corner of her lips. Her own orgasm felt poised in her clit and she knew if she touched herself just lightly, she would burst. But instead her hands were on his thighs, feeling those contracted muscles loosen as he went lax.
And Grey roared and stabbed inside, long and fat and rabid for her, fucking right there where she was wet and open. She screamed. Her pussy rippled, clamping onto the scalding length that stroked her insides. The fronts of his thighs were flush against the backs of hers, his body draped over hers like a blanket of fire.
A sensory overload threatened to assail her. She began to tremble, sizzling shivers running all over her.The musk of Heath’s feverish skin, his shaft—still fully erect against her chin and neck—most of all the animal vibrations rumbling up his throat as he watched.
Rapture gripped her as Grey stabbed her with a teeth-jarring thrust and hissed, “Touch your little pussy for me.” She exploded. Grey clamped her waist in his hands as her walls contracted around him, milking all nine inches of that raging cock.
With an expletive, he rammed his hips to hers, deepening his thrust, and let out a fiery groan while his large, magnificent body trembled against hers.
Seconds after the lingering tremors receded, Toni cradled Heath’s testicles in her palms, tracing the head of his cock with her tongue.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered, licking more of the driblets of cum that seeped through the slit. He seized the back of her head and gently pulled her up until her face was a whisper from his.
His eyes positively burned.The blunt side of his thumb swiped across her lips, gathering his moisture. He dipped it into her mouth, smeared her tongue with the flavor of him. She purred with hunger, and he rasped, “Fuck me,Toni Kearny. Fuck me until we can’t breathe, until we pass out, until there’s not a drop left in my body.”
The words—dirty words spoken with fervid need and on such a poetic note—brought a sluggish smile to her lips. “A poet, are you, Heath?” she teased.
He gathered her in his big arms and rolled on top of her, setting her down on the length of the bed. His face lax with desire, he reached down and trailed two fingers across her wet pussy. “I want to come here.”
She trailed her fingers down his furrowed chest, so tempted to feel the little hairs there, caress the damp, glistening flesh underneath. “Yes.”
He adjusted her under his body, fleetingly glanced past his shoulder. “This all right with you, Grey?”
A second passed.Then the sound of a foil slapping flesh. “Use a goddamned rubber.”
Toni was well protected. She and Grey never used a condom, and it hadn’t occurred to her how necessary one was. Because Heath fucked a lot, and he fucked everyone; he loved fucking. God.
Heath eased his weight off her and Toni scrambled up to help him, wanting to touch his penis again, feel it against her fingers. He surrendered the foil quietly, his gaze tracking her moves, watching her slide the thumbs of both hands as she sheathed him. He touched her cheek in a tender gesture that surprised her.“Thank you.”
Swamped with an emotion she couldn’t place, she cupped his jaw in her hands and tilted her head up to his, but before their lips could touch he sank his face into her neck, giving her throat a blistering, openmouthed kiss—unlike any the area had known before.
She linked her hands behind his neck and took him down with her. She fell back on the pillows, her thighs parting as he lowered himself above her, long and excited.
He drew back to watch her, shielding her view with his broad shoulders so that all she saw when their sexes touched was Heath and those glowing black eyes, the straining shoulders, that rugged face. His shaft slid back and forth against her swollen nub. She squirmed anxiously when he did not enter, and he smiled.
“I know you want me. Here”—he pressed his head to her— “take this.” He eased into the slick sheath, and simultaneously they moaned. The deep slide of him inside her awakened all her inner nerves. He sank in deeper. Heavier than Grey, making deep, rumbling sounds that were different and arousing.
The bulbous head of him stretched her slowly, the steel column advancing inch by inch inside her. She burned with it, burned for more. The tissue was swollen, sensitive, ravaged by Grey but still dripping in moisture for Heath. She moaned in her throat and locked her ankles at his back, arching.
Grey was at her ear, sounding so aroused he made her flesh pebble. “You look gorgeous when you’re being fucked. The way your body moves. I could film you like this.” Her heart fluttered at his words. She reached out to touch him and he snatched her hand and brought it up to his mouth, nipping at her wrist with his lips.
That this was pleasing Grey made her so wet, so fevered. Watch me, Grey. Watch me come; watch me love it.
But Grey wasn’t content to just watch. He pulled her arms back, pinioned them behind her head for the invasion of Heath. He nibbled
her fingers while Heath slowly, lazily fucked her. Her breasts, so exposed in this position, bounced a little, and Heath watched them with glee, eyes glimmering.
Heath flattened his palms on her stomach, pushed up the mounds with the heels of his palms. His callused hands felt dry as paper, and her senses reeled at the new sensation of him squeezing, groping, kneading.
She responded eagerly with sounds that told him just how delicious she found his touch, most of all his licks. He licked her everywhere, using only his tongue—no lips, no nibbling—just licking, leaving a moist path all over her skin. He circled his hips, withdrew, and stayed out long enough for her to mewl in protest.
He impaled her again, and she tensed, a sound leaving her lips. Tendons in his neck strained against his throat as he plunged to the depths of her and withdrew.Then her hands were on the firm flesh of his ass cheeks, gripping the rigid muscle, urging him to go on.
He stroked so deep this time, triggering a wave of ripples in her pussy. His head fell back, his face clenched with passion. “Christ.”
She was there. So there. Lifting her hips up to him, dragging her nails up his back. “Come, Heath.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He surged up on his knees, slipped his arms under her and lifted her up in a taut, trembling arch until their upper bodies were flush. Grey’s hands came to her ass, a finger idly stroking the rosette as Heath held her against him with one unyielding arm. Heath inserted the blunt tip of his thumb between their bodies, feathered it up and down her clit.
Then a tentative fingertip pressed into the untouched dent at her back. And Grey huskily asked her, “You like this?”
Before she could answer, that long finger intruded into the tight passage, creating a peculiar, sweet, jolting pain. He slipped and slid the finger in unison to Heath’s huge cock, rocketing her pleasure to new heights. It undid her. Her orgasm wrenched through her, thrusting her into a tailspin of shudders, where all she could hold on to was Heath.
And he moved even slower, prolonging the earth-shattering tremors, sliding his hands up her back while she clung to his neck as he pumped. Then she felt him, just a bunched, controlled shudder, his arms flexing around her, his head burying in her hair with a muffled “Fuck.”