Chapter 25 #2
Ethan’s hands reach for my breasts, but before he can touch me, I stop him.
Keeping my voice low so Grayson won’t overhear, I whisper, “Ethan, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Ethan lowers his nose to the side of my neck and begins to nuzzle the skin there.
“I want to,” he breathes. “I want to so fucking badly right now. I don’t want to fuck Grayson or anything, but having him tell me what to do…
knowing that he’s watching… Am I fucked up if I say that I’m hard as a rock right now? ”
Though he tries to adopt a joking tone, I can hear a hint of worry underscoring it, as if he’s genuinely afraid of my reaction to this kink of his.
Instead of answering verbally, I push my breasts into Ethan’s waiting hands. He immediately begins to tweak my sensitive nipples as I moan and rock against him.
Grayson licks his lips as he unzips his jeans and tugs out his cock. I’ve seen it before—the first time we had sex—but there’s something almost…taboo about watching him stroke himself while I’m with another man. A needy flush erupts on my skin.
“Ethan, trail your hands down her stomach and to her jeans. I think those should go away as well, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” Ethan and I say in unison, and then we share a secret smile over my shoulder.
That smile instantly fades when Ethan caresses my sides and stomach before popping the button on my jeans.
Slowly—tantalizingly slowly—he drags the jeans down my thighs and legs, dropping to his knees behind me to help me out of the stiff material, along with my socks and shoes.
He then spins me around. This new position puts his face flush with my panties, and he inhales deeply, no doubt smelling my arousal.
I’m suddenly grateful that I chose to wear a cute pair of pink panties today—one with a tiny bow in the center. The style is more for decoration than support, if you know what I mean, so there’s a lot of me currently on display.
Usually when I’m with a partner, I’ll start to feel self-conscious around this time.
Having someone so close to my most intimate area…
Knowing that they’re seeing me in my entirety, all of my scars and imperfections…
But that pang of self-consciousness never comes.
Maybe it’s because I trust Ethan and Grayson irrevocably, despite everything we’ve been through and all the secrets they’ve kept.
Maybe it’s because I know on a soul-deep level that they’re my mates.
Maybe it’s because the men I’ve been with in the past were douchebags.
Either way, I feel sexy and powerful as they stare up at me, despite my vulnerable appearance.
“How does she taste?” Grayson asks curiously, cocking his head to the side.
Ethan uses one finger to push my panties to the side and then lowers his mouth to my core. His tongue enters me, stroking down the length of my slit, and I shudder. Holy fuck.
“She tastes like ambrosia,” Ethan whispers, pulling away to look at Grayson.
Grayson nods as if he expected as much before turning his attention to me.
“Gracie, help your mate undress, will you?” He jerks his chin towards Ethan, and I suck in a sharp gasp.
He…knows? They both do? I haven’t been keeping the mating bonds a secret per se, but everything has been so confusing and crazy that I haven’t had the chance to sit them all down and talk about it yet.
Grayson offers me a soft, secretive smile, answering one thousand unspoken questions with that one gesture. Love for him fills me instantly, and I hope he can see it in my eyes.
Turning away from him, I focus on Ethan, who’s watching me, his chest heaving.
“Fuck, Izzy, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he tells me, his fingers flexing by his sides.
“Oh, I definitely want to,” I purr. “The question is…do you?”
“I want nothing more than to feel your hands on me. Holy fuck.”
A part of me wants to laugh at Ethan’s awkwardness, though the majority of me simply wants to get him undressed. Now.
I pull the Henley over his head and trail my gaze over the hard planes of his chest. He isn’t as large as Grayson or Reid, but he’s still incredibly muscular despite his lean frame.
Tattoos curl up one arm, an intricate patchwork of color I yearn to explore more… intimately. Preferably with my tongue.
“Jeans,” Grayson orders, and I swallow and bring my hands to the waistband.
I slowly begin to pull them down his muscular thighs and, like Ethan did with me, I drop to my knees during the process.
His cock instantly springs free, hard and long, and I lick my lips at the sight of it. A pearl of precum sits at the tip.
Ethan clumsily steps out of his jeans and kicks them to the side, where they join the rest of our discarded clothes.
“Holy fuck, Iz.” Ethan swallows as he stares down at me. “You look… There are no words.”
I smile at him coyly through my thick lashes but don’t touch him. Not yet. Not until Grayson gives me permission.
“Why don’t you lick the tip, baby?” Grayson murmurs, and his voice sounds closer now.
He’s right behind me.
The thought of him so close, watching me suck Ethan’s dick, makes my pussy pulsate around nothing but air.
Nodding obediently, I lean forward and run my tongue across the slit on Ethan’s cock, tasting him.
“Oh…fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ethan’s hips jerk forward immediately, desperate for me to take him deeper, but Grayson’s there in a second, holding Ethan back.
“No,” Grayson growls, releasing the wolf shifter and moving back towards me.
He, too, is naked, and I allow my eyes to feast on his glorious body. It looks exactly as I remember it, yet entirely new. I could stare at him for hours and still find new things to study. Like, has he always had that scar above his right pec? Is that a birthmark on his hip?
Abruptly, Grayson wraps my hair around his fist and pushes my head back down to Ethan’s straining cock. I eagerly hollow my cheeks and take him as deep as I can.
Grayson controls the pace as he moves my head, saliva dripping down my chin. Sexy moans and whimpers escape Ethan as he holds perfectly still.
“Play with his balls, baby,” Grayson rasps in my ear.
Lust sweeps through me like a wildfire as I reach beneath Ethan to cup his heavy sac. I begin to fondle them as I continue to take him deep in my throat.
“Just like that. You’re being such a good girl for me, Izzy. Look at how well you can suck his cock. What a perfect slut.”
His dirty words send a surge of wetness straight to my panties, and I whimper around Ethan’s cock.
“Holy fuck. I’m going to come.” Ethan reaches for my head instinctively, but Grayson slaps his hands away.
“No,” my vampire growls. “You’ll take what I give you.”
Ethan’s cock twitches in my mouth, and I know that he likes this little game we’re playing. He likes it a lot.
Grayson’s fist tightens in my hair, and he yanks my head back, pulling me off Ethan’s shaft. I suck in a harrowed breath as tears stream down my face.
“Have you fucked this perfect pussy yet?” Grayson asks, his husky tone almost casual as he helps me up and smooths a hand down my ass cheek.
He absently fingers the lace there before giving it a hard tug. The panties snap in half, and he tosses them aside.
“N-no,” Ethan stutters, his eyes roaming over me with stark desire.
“Do you want to?” One of Grayson’s fingers teases my slit, the softest of caresses, and I moan, my eyelashes fluttering.
“Yessss.” I push myself against him, and his low chuckle fills the room.
“Look at how responsive she is. She’s such a good little whore,” he praises as he continues to gently trace the seam of my pussy lips. “What about you, Ethan? Are you a good whore?”
Grayson’s question has wetness dripping down my thighs. I’ve never heard him like this before. The first and only time we had sex, it was slow and romantic, a merging of souls. But this…
Ethan whimpers and stares at me hungrily, desire evident in his eyes.
“Yes,” he whispers.
“Yes?” Grayson asks.
“Yes, I’m a good whore.” He swallows, a muscle in his throat bobbing.
Grayson leans close until his lips are directly beside my ear. “Is this okay, baby? Do you want him to fuck your sweet pussy while I fuck your mouth?”
Holy fuck.
“Yes.” I wiggle my ass, wanting his finger to finally slide inside of me. “God, yes.”
“And you?” Grayson directs this at Ethan. “Is that what you want?”
Ethan licks his lips. “Yes. Fuck yes. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Grayson plants a tender kiss to my neck, directly over my rapidly pounding pulse, and I can feel his smile stretch against my skin.
“Such good little whores,” he praises, and I practically preen.
Grayson releases me and grabs my hand. At first, I’m confused by what he’s doing, but when he leads me to the bed, I understand. He doesn’t want my first time with Ethan to be on the floor in an unfamiliar room.
He claims my lips in a hungry kiss as he gently pushes me onto the bed. When he pulls away, I’m gasping for air, desperate for more. For everything.
“Ethan, come here,” Grayson instructs as he climbs onto the bed beside me, and Ethan hesitantly steps up to the foot of the bed, his hard cock brushing his stomach. “Get on your knees.”
“My knees?” Ethan slowly drops down until he’s on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“You need to get our girl warmed up,” Grayson explains as he grabs one of my tits, squeezing it. “Why don’t you lick her sweet pussy?”
Ethan swallows, and his gaze automatically dips to the space between my legs.
“Put her thighs over your shoulders,” Grayson continues, his fingers tweaking my over-sensitive nipple. When Ethan does as instructed, Grayson purrs, “Good boy.”
I feel so incredibly vulnerable in this position. I know Ethan can see everything from where he kneels between my legs.
“Have you ever licked a pussy before?” Grayson asks. “Besides that little lick earlier, of course.”
Ethan wordlessly shakes his head, his gaze riveted to my heated flesh.