41. Gemma
Chapter 41
Gemma
A insley obeys, stripping down to nothing. And just to show that he’s not afraid of the vintage hotel bedspread, he throws himself onto the double mattress. It groans under his weight.
“That thing going to hold the three of us?” I ask, only half joking.
But Taylor’s already climbing in beside him, just as naked. “Only one way to find out.”
They kneel side-by-side, cocks standing at attention, grinning at me.
“Pick your poison, witch.”
I raise my eyebrows, pulling off my sweatshirt and draping it over the desk chair. “Oh, really? This is usually the moment you two start making decisions.”
“I’m sure we’ll take over eventually,” Ainsley jokes, fisting his own cock.
I don’t miss his sideways glance down at where Taylor’s doing the same.
These two.
How did I get so lucky?
“You,” I point to Taylor. “On your back.”
He obeys, crawling into position, holding eye contact until the last possible second.
I strip out of my clothes quickly and crawl up toward the headboard, where Taylor’s face-up, hands tucked behind his head like a pillow.
“You ready for me?”
His eyes narrow in question. “I’m ready for anything.”
He adjusts as I start crawling backwards over him, using his hands under my thighs to get me safely straddling his face, facing the foot of the bed.
Ainsley still kneels down there, cock in hand, watching the scene unfold with his lip clasped between bottom teeth.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, already breathless.
I lower myself toward Taylor’s face and yelp in surprise when I find his tongue already outstretched, waiting for me. With a laugh and a gasp, I settle myself on his eager mouth, feeling his strong hands gripping my ass securely. “You can watch,” I tell Ainsley.
He grins at me, not one bit disappointed in his assignment.
Or maybe he already knows the prize I have in mind.
He’d be a fool not to see it bouncing a foot away from him as Taylor starts going to town on my pussy.
I’ll never pressure him into it, and Taylor won’t either. But seeing my guys together is the single hottest thing ever, and I’m always craving more.
They’ve grown more and more comfortable together since that night on Faraday. If anything, I’d say Taylor’s addicted to the guy’s cock—capturing it in his hand or mouth anytime Ainsley has it out. But the play has yet to go in the other direction…ev en as I catch Ainsley admiring Taylor’s erection when we’re all together. I know he’s thinking about it. He just hasn’t been ready.
But I think he’s ready now.
I have to break off watching handsome Ains stroking his cock to squeeze my eyes closed as Taylor hits his stride between my legs. The man knows just how to work me up and down, pleasuring and teasing with his tongue and those magician’s fingers.
I suck in a breath and try to hold it silently, but he knows. Backs off just enough to keep me from going over. I growl in impatience, and he laughs, the vibrations echoing down to my bones.
“Not so fast, witch.”
I smile over at Ainsley, whose eyes are smoldering now as he watches us. “Enjoying the show?” I manage to gasp out as Taylor starts circling my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue.
Ainsley nods, his cock rock hard in his hand. “Think I might join in.”
I nod back, eyes darting down to Taylor’s cock and back up.
Ainsley gives me the tiniest nod.
I let my eyes drop closed, allowing him that much privacy.
It’s no secret when he touches Taylor, because I feel the massive inhale, Taylor’s back arching, pressing his tongue so deep inside me, I cry out and my eyes shoot open.
Ainsley’s pushed Taylor’s legs apart and has his dick gripped in one strong fist. As I watch, he spits in the other and swaps hands.
I moan—and it’s not only because of the clit action.
Ainsley works Taylor with a look of concentration that’s equal parts smoldering and adorable.
I can’t look away.
Taylor’s fingers stretch me open as I ride him. It feels so good as he curls them inside me, sucking my clit entirely into his mouth the way he knows I like.
Just that action alone would be enough to bring me back to the edge, but as I watch, Ainsley lowers his mouth to Taylor’s tip and licks around his head.
Taylor’s grip on my ass tightens as I feel him try to keep still. His tongue falters, stills, but I don’t complain. Ainsley's crouching down further, preparing to take Taylor deeper. I hold my breath and feel Taylor doing the same.
Ainsley slides him in, tentatively at first, tongue still circling as he works him in and out. He looks up and finds me watching, his face breaking into a bashful smile. I smile back encouragingly.
And he goes deeper. His grip on Taylor’s shaft is firm, and I can see where he’s reached down to cup Taylor’s balls gently with the other hand. This may be his first time giving, but he’s certainly practiced enough in how to make this feel good.
I grind myself against Taylor’s face and he comes back to life, sucking my clit with such ferocity that I cry out. His fingers work in time with his tongue and that, combined with the holy grail show going on in front of me, brings me to my edge quickly.
Taylor doesn't back down this time. He pushes me in the way only he knows how, and it’s not long before my breath catches, and my orgasm pours through me hot and bright as the sun. He doesn’t let up until I’m pulling away, my nerves turned sensitive.
I slip off the back, settling against the headboard, and bring Taylor’s head into my lap. His face is wet with me and his eyes are squeezed closed. I wonder briefly if he’s afraid to look at what’s going on between his own legs. As if it’s a spell he could break with his gaze.
But I don’t think there’s any stopping Ainsley now.
He’s flat on his stomach, legs hanging off the bed, sucking Taylor’s cock like he’s always done it. Like he’s been waiting years to taste him, instead of just these last six months.
Taylor’s cock disappears impossibly far into his mouth, and I watch Taylor react, abs tightening, face twisting in pleasure that he still seems too timid to interrupt with a single word or sound.I’ve gone down on him enough times to know when he’s close, and he’s close now. I can barely breathe with anticipation of the final moment. Taylor’s head squirms in my lap as Ainsley works him harder, faster, deeper.Suddenly, and completely without warning, Taylor sits upright, seizing Ainsley by the hair and gripping his own wet cock. He pulls Ainsley’s head up as he pumps himself, bellowing out all the noise he’d been holding in as he comes on his own stomach and chest.
Taylor releases his cock, and he’s on his knees in an instant, using the grip he still has on Ainsley’s hair to pull him up so their mouths meet. Fiercely, violently, they lay into each other, sweaty naked bodies crashing together as they fight for dominance over each other’s mouths.
I watch them, mouth hanging open, praying my short-term memory has enough room to snapshot this image forever.
I smile to myself, completely blissed out from my orgasm and this incredible merging of souls, realizing that I don’t have to memorize them at all. I get to keep them. Forever.
Taylor breaks away first, sliding his head down to Ainsley’s neck and biting down hard. Ainsley bucks against him and it’s only then I realize that Taylor’s got Ainsley’s cock in his strong grip, working him between their two bodies, slippery from his own orgasm.
Ainsley comes fast and hard, head thrown back as Taylor holds him upright. I lose track of which male voice belongs to which man as they both grunt and growl and swear. Taylor releases him and Ainsley falls back to sit on his heels, head hanging as he pants. When he looks up into Taylor’s eyes, the world goes still for a moment.
And then…
Taylor leans down to place the softest kiss on his forehead.
And my heart bursts.
I don’t mean to start crying again, but the emotions of the last few days, hell the last few months, coupled with the explosive synergy of this moment, overtake me. Ainsley crawls back to snuggle in beside me first, with Taylor close behind him.
“We are so messy,” I whisper, laughing softly as I take in the aftermath of it all.
“I hope that seedy front desk guy has a hidden camera in here. We just gave him the show of a lifetime,” Ainsley jokes, snuggling in close to my side, body fluids be damned.
Taylor grunts his amusement, but glances around suspiciously.
“I love you guys,” I say because what else is there to say?
“I love you guys, too,” Ainsley responds.
Taylor lets out a real laugh this time. “I love you guys, too.”
“Goodnight,” Ainsley whispers.
“It’s two in the afternoon,” Taylor responds.
“Really?” Ainsley asks, perking up.
“I drew the blackout curtains because the rain reminded me of home,” I admit, a twinge of my earlier sadness sneaking back in.
“It rains everywhere, love,” Ainsley whispers.
“And this is home, for now anyway. Home is wherever we’re together.”
Ainsley and I both look over at Taylor’s uncharacteristically sappy sentiment, but he’s already closed his eyes and given in to the nap energy.We meet eyes instead and share a silent laugh before snuggling down and letting the tension fade away.
It may have been a perfect hallmark card statement, but it’s true. I’ve never felt so at home, miles away from my own bed. I pull their arms tighter around myself and drift off to sleep.