Chapter 12
Angela
Watching Grady with Landon is hotter than any PornHub video I’ve ever watched.
It’s so different than watching him with a girl.
He was definitely more reluctant then, and shyer.
I could probably walk out of the room right now, and he might not notice he’s so invested in this.
And the weird thing is, that doesn’t upset me.
But I’ll deal with that daunting thought later.
Right now, my body is twitching, on the verge of an orgasm I don’t want to give myself.
My hand stills in my underwear, and I inhale deeply and exhale slowly.
Grady is sucking on Landon’s nipples. I sit up, move to the end of the bed, and start to undo Landon’s pants.
Then I shove them down with his underwear.
Grady stills beside me, and our eyes meet.
“Okay.” I smile. “I’ll start.”
I take Landon’s cut, leaking tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it before sinking lower.
He groans above me. Grady has moved back ever so slightly to give me room and step out of his pants and shoes.
I reach out with the hand not holding Landon’s base and palm Grady through his underwear before yanking it down.
I can’t see the cock that springs out, but judging by Landon’s sharp intake of breath, he sees it, and it shocks him.
I let Landon’s dick slip from my lips and rock back, heels tucked under my ass on the bed. I undo my bra and throw it to the side of the bed. “It’s lonely on here, boys. Join me.”
Logistically, I haven’t thought this through.
I’m pretty sure they both want to put their dick in me, not each other, but anal isn’t my thing.
Landon and I tried it twice, and neither time was enjoyable.
So… how does this work? I don’t know. I kiss Grady as he lies down on my left and pray that the universe will figure it out for us.
Landon’s hand slides into the front of my underwear as he spoons into my back.
His fingers slip through the ample wetness there, and he moans in approval as he begins to finger fuck me.
I rock my hips and grip Grady’s cock. It is big and thick, but Landon has nothing to be ashamed of.
Like his height, he’s only slightly smaller than Grady but just as thick.
For a long few moments, we’re a tangle of limbs, caressing each other, mouths moving over body parts.
Landon pulls my underwear down and eats me out while Grady sucks my tits and reaches out to pinch one of Landon’s nipples.
When Landon is done, because I beg him to stop before I come, Grady leaves my tits and kisses Landon again.
I lie flat on my back and move my legs so they’re between them.
It puts me on full display, which turns me on even more.
The light is low, but I can see every pass of their tongues, every explorative journey their hands take.
Landon grabs Grady’s ass, and their naked cocks rub together, and I tingle everywhere.
When Grady wraps a hand around Landon’s shaft, that tingle turns to molten hot sparks of desire that threaten to burn me alive. “Someone get me off.”
The request comes off desperate, which I am. They both pull back and blink. Like I said, I think I could leave and no one would notice. But then Landon smiles down at me. “Get up if you want to be fucked.”
He moves to the top of the bed and pulls me up, and turns me around.
Reverse cowgirl is a perfect choice because I can play with Grady while I ride Landon.
My boyfriend is brilliant. He pushes my thighs apart on either side of his hips, and I start to lower myself.
Grady watches, in front of me, his hand around his own dick and his eyes large and curious like he’s never seen this before.
I have to laugh at that. A hockey player who gives in that easily to a threesome with his teammate isn’t new to this, I’m sure. I’d bet money on it.
My pussy stretches slowly over Landon’s cock, and watching Grady watch it happen heats the air in the room.
Why didn’t we do this years ago? I wrap my hand around Grady’s, and together we start to jerk him off.
My mouth devours his neck, like it’s my own personal buffet.
Landon doesn’t go easy, he’s pounding into me with a steady, relentless rhythm.
I like it rough and fast, so it’s a good thing.
I let Grady set the pace with this hand job.
Apparently, he likes it rough and fast, too.
My hand happily follows the pace of his own.
I glance at his handsome face as my climax builds.
His head is tipped back, and his eyes are closed.
His mouth is open, and his breath is coming out in short, tight bursts.
He’s almost panting. It’s so hot. “Don’t fight it, baby. Come on me, Grady.”
Saying his name seems to have startled him out of his own head. His hand stills. He looks at me briefly and then past me. He moves closer. I keep riding my boyfriend, and he growls at Landon. “Sit up.”
Landon moves under and behind me, and then his breath glances off the back of my shoulder, and I know he’s sitting up, as demanded. “You want to fuck her?”
Grady answers, “You seem to have it covered.”
I rock my hips, the orgasm that was just within reach is fading because Landon has stopped moving under me. He grunts at my movement. “Impatient,” he chirps.
“I want to come. I want us all to come.”
I reach back and find one of Landon’s hands, helping to keep him propped up. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and pull it up off the bed. I know he can balance on one arm. He’s a strong boy. “Closer.”
Grady moves as close to me as possible, one knee on either side of Landon’s right thigh.
He knows exactly what I’m doing, and the glimmer of heat in his hazel eyes says he’s excited about it.
I put Landon’s hand on Grady’s dick. His hand is limp at first, unmoving, and I’m sure if I glanced back, his expression would be a mix of confusion and probably trepidation.
To the best of my knowledge, Landon has only ever jerked himself off.
But, well, it’s time to broaden his horizons.
“You don’t—” Grady starts, but the words are strangled by a groan when Landon’s fist tightens around Grady’s dick, and he starts pumping.
And then, blissfully, Landon’s hips start bucking and mine start moving, and that orgasm is a distinct possibility again.
I’m sandwiched between these two beautiful men, and it’s beyond my wildest fantasy.
Grady is making these noises that are so hot.
Landon is panting, and I’m writhing. Whichever way I move, my skin brushes and slides against theirs.
I watch Grady lean over my shoulder to kiss Landon, hard and deep.
As he starts to come, it hits my stomach and starts to slide down.
I slide my hand through the glorious mess, using it as lubricant to rub my clit and all over the base of Landon’s shaft when it emerges from my pussy.
I throw myself into the abyss of my orgasm. Landon comes with me, hard.
The three of us collapse in a heap on the bed.
No one speaks until everyone’s breathing returns to normal.
I’m a sticky mess, and so I leave the boys and pad off to the bathroom.
When I get back from a warm, soapy rinse off, wrapped in a fluffy pink towel, I find Landon snoring and Grady gone.
I make my way through the house, and when I don’t find him on the first level, I climb the stairs.
I can hear the water running in the upstairs bathroom before my feet hit the landing.
The pine floorboards creak under my feet, and I push the annoyance from my brain.
Unlike Landon, I have never found his family’s cottage comfy or quaint.
It’s old and unrefined, and I dread every vacation we spend here.
And now I’m living here? I swallow down that ugly reality too because I want to hold onto the pleasure of the night a little bit longer.
I rap softly on the painted oak door as I hear the taps of the shower creak as Grady turns off the water. “Grady? You okay?”
“Yeah. Good. Just cleaning up.”
“Okay.” I smile. “Come back downstairs if you want.”
I turn and head down myself. As I drop my towel on the floor and crawl under the covers, careful not to wake Landon, who is face down on top, bare ass on display, I expect Grady to come back down. But when I wake up with the sun barely up, he’s not there, and neither is Landon.
There’s a note in Landon’s scrawl on the night table.
Low tide. Went for beach run. Then picking up the car and heading to rink for PR thing. See you later. Love L
I tell myself it’s all fine and fall back to sleep.