14. Leah #2
He slides a thick finger through my wetness, gasping as it slips inside. As he leans in to trace my clit with his tongue, the added pressure is the final straw. In seconds, I shatter into a million pieces, clenching around his finger while he moans against me.
The mixture of pride and awe on his face when he leans back on his knees is infinitely sexy. Panting, I lay limp, captivated by his reaction.
I nearly burst a second time when Parker takes Grady’s hand, sucking his finger clean, then leans in close. “Can I taste her on your lips?” he pleads, barely audible.
Grady’s cock twitches. Without a second of hesitation, he nods.
My mouth goes dry when Parker grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him into a passionate, all-consuming kiss—one that has clearly been on the forefront of his mind for quite some time.
The attraction they share for one another isn’t hard to see.
This is obviously the first time they’ve acted on it. How lucky am I to bear witness?
Watching them like this, I’m instantly aroused again, dying to be in the middle.
When they part, lips swollen and chests heaving, Parker gives me a devilish grin. “You ever had two cocks at once?”
I’m done for.
“Yes. But not two as big as yours,” I answer honestly. “But I do love a challenge.”
“You heard our girl. Go on and bury that glorious cock of yours inside of her, and I’ll work out the details of getting mine in there too.”
Our girl.
I like the way that sounds, even if it can never truly be. Falling apart on both of them is going to ruin me for other men… as long as I can take them. Fortunately, I’m no stranger to creative positioning. I already know exactly how I want this to work.
“Lie down, I’ll ride you. Parker can fuck me from behind.” I guide Grady onto his back, straddling him as he relaxes. “This is your first time, and you’re already doing better than most of the men I’ve been with.” I smile down at him.
He returns it, genuine and bright.
Taking his cock in my hand, I stroke a couple of times. He throbs against my palm, holding his breath as I line him up. Leaning in, I kiss him softly, taking the first few inches with ease. He gasps as I slide lower, nearly swallowing all of him before lifting back up.
Looking into his wonder-filled eyes, my chest tightens. He’s been waiting for this, for me, for us. The pure, blissful disbelief on his face as I bottom out will live in my fantasies forever. If this is the only time he lets me this close, I need to commit it to memory.
His hands grip my hips as he releases a shaky breath. I roll my body a few times, adjusting to his size. I don’t know how, or if I’ll be able to take Parker, too. But judging by how painfully hard he looks, I’ll have to figure it out, and fast.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, leaning in to kiss Grady with everything I have. Our tongues find a comfortable rhythm, working in a slow, beautiful dance.
His hands explore the curves of my ass while I leisurely ride him, getting lost in the sounds of his enjoyment. Every grunt, each whispered “oh”, groans that border on animalistic, he’s everything I’ve dreamed about, and then some.
“Fuck I’m going to come before I get the chance to feel you at this rate,” Parker hisses as the mattress shifts. He settles behind me, caressing my lower back—a silent request that I sit still. My body obeys, quivering with anticipation of being stretched to a new limit.
“Just breathe, Gorgeous, we’ll take our time,” he murmurs, inserting a finger to begin preparing me.
I moan loudly against Grady, digging my nails into his shoulders as Parker works. Methodical and determined, he presses another inside. Grady holds my lips hostage, silencing my whimpers while I climb closer to the brink of feral insanity.
Once Parker’s able to fit a third finger, he groans, satisfied with my progress. When the head of his cock lines up, I hold my breath.
He eases inside, agonizingly slow. The stretch is exquisitely painful, sending thrills through me. Keen for more, I press back, taking both of them deeper. The pure euphoria on Grady’s face makes me snap. He’s already in heaven, and I want to see him break.
Moaning, I beg for everything they’ve got as my body adjusts to the intrusion.
Parker finally bottoms out, leaning down to kiss my back, lying against me until I’m sandwiched between them. It’s strangely romantic, endearing even. He runs his fingers through Grady’s hair. “You ready to feel our girl come for us?” he asks, voice strained.
Grady responds by thrusting slowly, biting down on my shoulder.
As Parker matches his rhythm, the only thing I can manage are moans and incoherent praise.
Parker pulls back while Grady slams into me, alternating with perfect synchronicity.
They fuck me together like it’s always meant to be done this way.
There’s no end or beginning, just a perfectly coordinated dance while they build me up until I careen over the edge, screaming into Grady’s chest as I break, overwhelmed in the best way.
Four greedy hands caress my trembling body. Grady is the first to come after me, filling me with waves of warmth. The sensation of his orgasm creates a shockwave of ecstasy, and Parker follows not far behind.
Full of them, I manage a faint giggle while they pant around me. “That was the best sex of my life… and I’ve had a lot of sex.” I sigh, breathless, barely conscious.
“I concur.” Parker titters. “Hulk, how was losing your virginity in a threesome? I’m jealous I didn’t get to do it the same way.”
A soft puff of breath rushes out of Grady. The sated smile on his face is the only answer needed.
I don’t quite hide my shock when he mumbles, “G-g-g-good.” Flushing as he struggles to get the word out.
Following Parker’s advice, I school my features and don’t make a huge deal about him talking. Instead, I lean down and nudge the tip of his nose with mine.
Parker kisses my shoulder as he pulls out. “I’ll be right back.” He slips into the bathroom, leaving me tangled up with Grady. I take full advantage of our size difference, curling into him. Chin nuzzling against me, his beard tickles the top of my head.
Parker returns with damp cloths and helps me maneuver off of Grady. Without missing a beat, he gets to work cleaning us both up. The warmth in his eyes as he carefully wipes the evidence away is unmistakable. This might not have been his first time, but it means something all the same.
If Grady has an issue with Parker touching him, he doesn’t make it known. I’m not sure he could if he wanted to. We’re boneless heaps, clinging to reality with the last drops of energy in our bodies.
Satisfied with the job he’s done, Parker kisses each of us on the cheek and stands. “This has been an eventful twenty-four hours. We should sleep. Tomorrow we need to have a good sit-down and figure out our next move.” He smiles softly and takes the cloths to the bathroom.
The weight of what just happened hits me all at once. My heart is full, but my stomach is in knots.