Chapter 13
Jolee
The furnace next to me wakes me up. I’m too hot. Slowly, I open my eyes, adjusting to the room. Memories of last night are vivid in my mind.
“Good morning, love," Grant says lazily.
“Did you sleep well?” That smirk is firmly in place on his face. He knows I did. Those orgasms were… fucking amazing. Is that why I slept so well? I had no clue that's what I've been missing out on. Damn.
“Did I pass out? I don't remember anything after…” I feel my cheeks heat at the admission. Apparently, they gave me memory-erasing orgasms.
“If I had to guess, I don’t think you’ve been sleeping much. We just helped provide a new sleep solution.”
Wow. What do I even say to that? He’s not… wrong?
But I didn't return the favor. Shit. I look up at Grant, but he doesn't seem upset. I didn’t even see them naked. Maybe I'm not really ready for this yet. Whatever, this is because I already feel like I’m doing it all wrong.
They made me feel good. I didn’t know what it would be like. What else am I missing out on? What will sex feel like?
“I know what you're thinking. You'll get to taste us soon. That's if you want to, but we won't say no.”
Man, he’s a mind reader, but I am curious. But their cocks? They can’t hide those bulges, and there's no way those are fitting in my mouth.
Clay groans, and I startle, almost forgetting about him, so lost in conversation with Grant.
He groans again as something hard hits my hip. Clay continues to press into me.
My eyes feel huge as I look at Grant.
Grant chuckles. “We probably need to wake him up. He might be dreaming about what he wanted to do to you last night.”
Oh. My. God.
The temperature is now scorching hot in here.
Grant leans towards me, brushing his hand lightly down my arm before reaching over to shake Clay.
“Hey, love, time to wake up.”
Clay groans this time in protest and tries to cuddle into my back more. He can't get any closer.
“The man does love his sleep, but I have another idea that will get him returning to reality with us.”
Grant does that smirk again; his face is a breath away from mine. Waiting.
I close the distance, meeting his lips, hoping that I read his intentions right. His moan of approval tells me I did.
This man has lips that were made for kissing. I can't hold back my moan when his tongue dives in, exploring my mouth. My mind is going blank again. I love this feeling.
Grant pulls me closer to him, threading his fingers in my hair and tilting my head to deepen our kiss. My hips move as that ache returns, and I feel his erection against my thigh.
Clay might be a little overprotective, but I'm not mad about where it has led me. I’m a little nervous and anxious, but damn. This feels so good.
I've denied myself for too long.
Now.
Now I want everything I've been holding back. Everything I didn't know, I was denying myself.
I had my reasons. Can I put my past behind me? Truly keep it in the past where it belongs?
“Jo…” Grant pants, pulling back from my lips. “Do you want a taste of Clay?”
“Yes," Grant gets up off the bed, and I'm momentarily confused, until he sits down next to Clay on the other side of the bed.
I roll over, facing the men. I hold in a laugh because how is he still sleeping?
Before I lean forward to kiss Clay, my movements are stopped when I hear wet sounds. I find Grant only to see him kissing Clay's cock.
Oh. Uh. Wow.
I'm stunned. Shocked honestly.
I gave my fiancé a couple of hand jobs, but that was as far as we went. It was messy. We were young and experimenting.
I really didn't even enjoy it, but watching Grant.
Holy Shit.
The ache between my legs is throbbing, and I feel like I need to do something.
“Want a taste of my husband, Jo?”
I lick my lips. Do I really want to try? Sucking cock? Clay's cock?
The simple answer is... yes.
“I want to learn." I breathe out and try to press my thighs together.
“Good girl, Jo." Grant praises. "I want to teach you how he likes it, and I'm pretty sure this will wake him up. It’s really the best way to wake up.”
“Okay.” My hands shake a little, and I haven't even done anything. My nerves are rising.
I scoot down. Grant takes my hand and wraps it around Clay's shaft with his. I can do this.
Clear liquid appears at the tip, and before overthinking it, I lean down and dart my tongue out.
“Hmm...”
Grant keeps our hands moving up and down Clay’s length, gliding easily from Grant's saliva.
“Now watch me take him in my mouth.” As if I could look anywhere else.
Grant's lips stretch, taking in Clay’s cock like a pro, saliva dripping onto our hands. A moan slips free. So fucking sexy.
“Ah... what…" Clay groans as he finally begins to wake up.
“Open your eyes, love. I'm showing Jo what you like done to your cock.”
I slowly take the head of his cock into my mouth. It’s soft, warm, and hard all at the same time. I take in more until I hit our hands, then come back up.
“Jesus, Jo. So good.”
His words encourage me to keep going. With each suck, lick, and taste, I'm getting more antsy. The aching is growing. Wetness coating my thighs. But I don’t stop, trying to suck like I watched Grant do before.
“I'm close... Jo... close..." Clay groans.
I stop. Unsure if I want to taste that much of him.
“Let me." Grant takes my place, and I watch as his cheeks hollow out. Clay's hips buck uncontrollably as he chases his orgasm.
“Fuuuck.” Clay shouts.
My eyes are glued to Clay as he lets go. Eyes closing as he fists the sheets. Grant continues to worship his cock. My thighs rub together. Unable to resist the attention my pussy wants. I've never been so turned on.
“You taste better than ever, love."
Grant says as he finishes licking Clay's cock clean.
“You have a little..." Screw it. I lean forward and lick the cum from the corner of his lips.
“Hmm." Salty goodness. I notice the head of Grant's dick peeking out of his boxers. I want to taste him too, but I don’t get that chance.
“My turn. I didn't get enough last night.” Clay grabs my hips, moving me over his body.
“What are you doing?” I squeal in surprise. Grant is helping him move me.
“I told you, I want another taste, and a thank you for my wake-up call."
That's all he says as he drags his tongue along my sex. His hands are gripping my thighs and holding me in place.
“You’re dripping, Jo. Did sucking my cock turn you on?”
“Yes.” I pant. Clay groans and goes back to taking me in his mouth, giving me exactly what I need.
“Is it my turn to feel your hot mouth, Jo?” I'm mesmerized by Grant on his knees before me, stroking his cock. Red and swollen. My mouth fills with saliva in anticipation.
My God. He's... big. Thick, long, and ready to burst.
“Yes, I want to taste you.”
Grant teases my mouth with his tip, wetting my lips with his precum.
“Open nice and wide, beautiful.”
I open, and he slowly feeds me his cock. I'm lost between his slow thrusts in and out of my mouth as Clay pushes me higher. Closer to my orgasm.
With all my focus on these men, my worries fall away. Time stops. Nothing else matters, but right now.
I moan around Grant's cock, I'm close. I suck harder, desperately wanting him to go over the edge with me. My jaw relaxes, allowing him to take over more. Concentrating is becoming increasingly difficult.
The room is filled with the mix of our sucking, wet sounds and groans of pleasure.
“Fuck, beautiful. I'm close. Are you going to swallow me down?"
I groan and nod in response. Grant made it look easy, so I can do it. I want it.
He thrusts deeper towards the back of my mouth, then pulls back out. His cock is twitching in my mouth.
“Swallow on this next thrust." His words are muffled as he tries to warn me.
But I do as he says.
I'm rewarded with his hot, salty seed. I keep swallowing and swallowing. He tastes delicious.
“Jesus, Jo. That was amazing. I could get used to your mouth.” I don’t have time to respond as I hit my peak.
“Oh... shit... I'm…” My body tenses as my orgasm hits me. Hot lips meet mine as the waves of pleasure continue. I lean against the wall for support.
“You're so sexy when you come. It makes us want to give you more. A whole lot more." Grant kisses me one more time as he helps me off, Clay.
I lay in the bed. Boneless. I never want to leave this room. Who would want to go back to reality after this experience? Suddenly, there's so much more that I want to try with these men. Am I crazy? Well, maybe sex drunk.
“You look nice and sated, but we do need to check out of the hotel."
“Oh, okay. I hadn't realized it was that late." Time? I couldn't care less what freaking time it is, and moving sounds like a lot of work right now.
“Having fun will do that to a person. Besides, we'd rather have you back in our bed."
“And Jo, there will be no more walls in bed." My heart rate picks up as I realize they want more time with me. More of me.
Am I ready to give them all of me?
Am I ready to give them a part of me no one else has had?
My body hums despite just having another orgasm. They've brought my body to life. I'm not sure I can turn it off if I wanted to.
It's time to find out. I'm done waiting.
“Let's go."