Chapter 25 #3
“Why don’t you start simple? Lick up the seam.” Grayson gives my nipple a sharp twist, and pain reverberates through me, eliciting a gasp.
“Is that okay, Izzy?” Ethan asks hesitantly, his gaze still firmly fixed on my pussy.
“Yes, Ethan. God, yes. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He swallows again and then leans forward, his hands tightening on my thighs. Hesitantly, he darts his tongue out and licks at the seam of my pussy lips.
I rock my hips upwards as a moan tears through me.
“Faster,” Grayson instructs.
Ethan increases his speed, swirling his tongue through my most sensitive area.
While one of Grayson’s hands continues to fondle my tit, the other travels down my stomach, across my pelvic bone, and stops at my pussy.
“You see this right here? That’s a clit.” His thumb brushes over it, and I whimper, arching my back. “Why don’t you flick it with your tongue?”
“Fuck!” I cry out as Ethan moves to do just that, his tongue circling my sensitive clit.
My orgasm is rapidly approaching, but just before I can fall over that edge, Grayson leans over the bed, grabs Ethan’s neck, and pulls him away from my sopping cunt.
“Grayson!” I scream, tears pricking my eyes.
He simply smirks at me before turning towards Ethan.
“Grab my backpack. Front pocket.”
Ethan appears confused—and a little dazed—but does as instructed. I can’t help but watch his hard, weeping cock bob against his stomach with every step he takes. When he bends to grab the backpack, I gawk at his rock-hard ass.
Holy fuck. I knew Ethan was fit, but I didn’t know he was actually a chiseled god. He’s such a dorky nerd that it’s easy to forget he’s a shifter with incredible metabolism and athleticism. Not even him being completely hairless takes away from how attractive he is to me.
Ethan must find what he’s looking for because he returns a second later, a blush staining his cheeks.
And carrying a handful of condoms.
A smirk tugs up Grayson’s lips.
“You only need to put one on,” he drawls.
Ethan’s blush deepens, and he quickly tosses the other packets onto the nightstand. “Oh. I knew that. Of course.”
As Ethan opens the packet, I turn towards Grayson and pull his lips back to mine. I keep the kiss soft and sweet, then I pull back to search his ice-blue eyes.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I whisper, my words meant just for him.
The smile he grants me has my chest caving in.
“He’s your mate,” Grayson says simply. “I’ll never take that away from you. Just…” A tiny bit of hesitation enters his expression. “Just as long as you don’t leave me behind.”
“Never,” I vow, kissing him again.
Ethan climbs onto the bed and settles over my body, forcing my gaze to his. He stares down at me, his eyes full of nothing but tenderness and…love? Surely I’m imagining that.
But the sight makes my heart skip a dozen beats.
“I want you so badly, Izzy,” he whispers reverently, one of his hands lifting to cup my cheek.
I instinctively twist to plant a kiss against the inside of his wrist—the only area I can reach.
“Are you okay with this?”
“I want you too,” I confess, staring into his beautiful green eyes. “I know this might not be what you pictured for your first time, so if you want to stop—”
Ethan cuts me off by planting his lips to mine. As I deepen the kiss, his cock slides against my folds.
“No. I want this. I want you.” A slow smile dawns on his face. “I think… I think I’m in love with you, Izzy.”
Then he slowly pushes himself inside of me.
I gasp at the stretch, tightening my hands on his shoulders. “Oh fuck.”
“You’re so beautiful, Izzy. So perfect.” Ethan kisses me again, and it’s one I can feel in the marrow of my bones.
I notice that Grayson has grown silent, and I appreciate that, appreciate him allowing the two of us to have this moment, where everything else fades away and all that exists are our bodies and the mounting feelings between us.
“Fuck, Ethan.” I dig my nails into his skin as he begins to move against me, the only sounds in the room our skin slapping together and our heavy breathing.
Ethan surprises the shit out of me by turning towards Grayson, one of his brows arched. “Well? You joining or just watching?”
Grayson’s low chuckle fills the room. “Brat.” He moves to kneel beside me and gently guides his cock towards my lips. “You think you can take me too, baby?”
What type of question is that?
I eagerly open my mouth and extend my tongue. Both Ethan and Grayson moan as the latter feeds me his cock, one inch at a time.
“Yes, baby. Just like that. You take my cock so well,” Grayson praises as he strokes my sweaty blonde hair.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Ethan breathes.
He picks up speed that has a storm, a tempest, gathering inside of me, a tornado of sensations that scatter all thoughts in my head. But it’s not just him creating it. It’s both of them. My entire body becomes nothing but one huge nerve ending that they both light on fire.
Ethan’s hips turn jerky and erratic, and he immediately brings his hand to my clit, rubbing at it.
“I’m going to come, baby,” Grayson warns. “Do you want me to come in your mouth or on your perfect tits?”
In response to his question, I suck him even harder, and I feel his cock pulsate inside my mouth.
Streams of liquid explode from him, and I greedily swallow every last drop.
I’ve never been a particular fan of cum before, but there’s something about Grayson’s that intrigues me.
Maybe because it’s from him, and I love him.
Grayson pulls out of me with a ragged exhale, then he uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray droplet of cum on my lips.
“You did so good, baby. So fucking good.” He gently grabs my chin and forces my gaze to meet Ethan’s. “Now come for your other mate, okay? I want you to squeeze his cock. Milk him for all he’s worth. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good little slut and help Ethan come?”
I whimper and nod, bucking my hips upwards to match each of Ethan’s thrusts. He picks up the pace, and the force has my breasts bouncing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ethan chants as his movements become rough and irregular.
I come a split second before he does, intense pleasure crashing through me like a wave.
“FUCK!” Ethan roars as he comes as well, dropping his forehead to my chest. He plants a chaste, almost teasing kiss to my nipple. “Holy fuck, Izzy. That was…”
He struggles to find a word, but he doesn’t need to say anything. I understand completely.
“I know.”
Reluctantly, Ethan pulls out of me, removes the condom, and ties it at the end. He throws it into the trash can before moving towards the bathroom. He returns a second later with a wet towel, which he uses to clean me up.
I stretch and yawn, a lazy smile unfurling on my lips. I feel content in a way I haven’t in far too long, an indecipherable lightness eddying the darkness aside within me.
Once I’m clean, Ethan moves onto one side of me while Grayson remains on my other.
Both of them touch me in some way—a hand here, an arm there, a leg here.
I feel so incredibly loved and happy while held between the two men.
I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, a lot that needs to be discussed, but that can wait, at least for a second.
For now, I want to pretend that the world around us isn’t going to shit. That I don’t have conflicting feelings for a bunch of very different men. That we’ll receive our happily ever after, regardless of the obstacles.
It’s nothing but a fantasy, but sometimes…
Sometimes fantasies are better than reality.