20. Leah
Leah
Grady’s hands move to my ass, gripping as I adjust. When I lean in to kiss him, he thrusts into me with a hunger like never before.
“Fuck him like you mean it,” Parker orders as I roll my hips. “I want to watch him struggle to hold back, only to lose the battle.”
God, I want that, too.
The thought of this reserved man falling to pieces because of me has every part of my body screaming.
I move my lips to the crook of his neck and bite down, rolling my hips in languid, torturous circles.
Moaning as I increase my pace, his grunts grow louder, fingertips digging into my flesh with bruising force.
“Fuck, just like that. Don’t fight it, Hulk. You’re both so fucking perfect.” Frenzied, Parker works himself behind us, trying his best to match my pace.
Grady pulls me down onto him, slamming our pelvises together. I throw my head back, moaning fervently from the blissful friction as my clit rubs against him. Nips at my neck quickly transition to near skin-breaking bites as he begins to unravel.
“God, yes, mark her for everyone to see. She fucking loves it.” Parker’s voice comes out nearly incoherent as his own climax builds.
“F-f-fuck,” Grady moans out as I adjust my angle, giving him exactly what he needs. “Leah,” he gasps my name flawlessly, burying his face in my shoulder as he shudders, spilling deep inside of me.
“You’re both so fucking good for me,” Parker growls out, cum coating his stomach.
“Y-you didn’t…” Grady looks up at me and swallows, disappointment dimming his glow.
“Don’t,” Parker says, suddenly behind me. “We edged you perfectly to give me this. You did exactly what I asked.” He lays a hand on my lower back, leaning around to kiss Grady deeply. “You’re such a good boy.”
Grady’s expression softens, shifting to slight confusion as Parker lifts me. “Now, I get to have some real fun and taste both of you together.” An impish smirk plays at his lips. Carefully, he spreads me out, settling between my legs.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Without a hint of hesitation, he goes to work, tongue moving expertly as he devours me. Devours us. Our combined hungry moans and my desperate whimpers fill the room in an instant. I’ve never had a man consume me like this—every movement is perfectly practiced, executed with precision.
Grady, half delirious, stares as he recovers, fixated on how eagerly Parker works me over.
A nibble to my clit, and I nearly explode, hips jerking reflexively.
But he doesn’t relent. Instead, his mouth follows my movements, shifting so he can bury his tongue inside me.
He takes me places I’ve never been with every new flick.
I’m not sure how long we’re here. The sensations are too intoxicating, borderline unbearable.
Before I know it, he’s hard again, gripping himself while he chases my sounds of ecstasy.
Grady drops to his knees at my side, swallowing my moans, hand kneading my breast. In seconds, I’m writhing for them, overcome with the onslaught of sensations. Parker grabs my thighs, holding me in place, growling against me as my walls begin to flutter.
“Break,” Grady breathes out a whisper from my lips.
The tension in my core snaps. I free-fall into a nearly endless sea of pleasure. Convulsing, I try to scream for them, but no sound manages to escape.
Parker, breathless and flushed, leans back onto his knees, lines himself up, and plunges inside of me, sending an impossible amount of new thrills through my veins. “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he moans out, punctuating each word with a thrust.
I lace my fingers through Grady’s hair and kiss him hard.
His surprise quickly shifts to frenzied passion, and he loses the last of his control.
My tank top, somehow still on, says goodbye to the world as he snaps, tearing it off of me.
He clamps his mouth around my oversensitive nipple, nearly rutting into the couch.
“L-let me,” I plead between moans, reaching to take him in my hand. His hips move on their own, pumping into my grip as his attention stays on my chest.
“You’d better come in her mouth, or mine. Don’t make a mess,” Parker orders, slowing his thrusts as he enjoys the show.
“Please come in his mouth.” My throat goes dry at the thought. “I need to see it. God, do I need to see it.” Borderline pathetic, my request squeaks out around whines.
“Anything for you.” Parker smiles down at me and buries himself deep, grinding with precise movements. “Come here so I can make you both melt for me at the same time.” He motions for Grady to stand, and he does. No reservation, no second-guessing.
They’re breathtaking. Chests glistening from a thin layer of sweat, eyes shining as they exchange adoring looks that have no business in a situation so carnal. Yet, somehow, they fit perfectly.
Is it filthy, hot, raunchy sex? Fuck yeah it is. But the looks they give each other, and me, are proof that this really is more than skin-deep.
Grady gives Parker a chaste kiss, stands tall, and offers his dripping cock like a trophy.
He allows Parker a teasing flick of his tongue over the tip before driving into him, hand fisted tightly in his hair.
This rough, dominant side of Grady could drive me wild on sight alone.
Feeling Parker twitch inside me as he goes feral is just icing on the cake.
Grady thrusts, and Parker does the same.
His thumb circles my clit until I see stars, exploding like fireworks in the darkness of my blurring vision.
I don’t want to close my eyes, but the strength of my orgasm demands it.
Hips rolling in time with his strokes, chest nearly bursting as I wail, I collapse.
And then, with a few sharp thrusts, Parker’s release fills me as Grady groans, spilling down his throat.
I fear I may actually pass out. They might have fucked me literally senseless.
Blinking, my brows pinch together at the emptiness surrounding me. Are they not here? Holy shit, did I actually black out?
Commotion in the bedroom brings me relief. They didn’t go far, thank goodness. Parker is the first to emerge, still nude and flushed. Grady, just behind him, is nearly asleep as he enters the room.
Glad it’s not just me.
I smile lazily as they approach. “Hi.”
“Welcome back to reality.” Parker chuckles. “Let me clean you up, then we can all get some shut-eye.” Leaning in, he kisses my forehead, soft and loving despite the things he just did to me.
“Y-you okay?” Grady asks, stepping to my side as Parker wipes me with a damp towel.
“I’ve never been better. Holy moly. You’re both getting a damn good breakfast in the morning… If I can walk.” Eyes half open, I do my best not to snort at my own joke.
“I’ll c-carry y-you.” Grady scoops me up, bridal style, and brings me into the bedroom. “So p-perfect.” He kisses my cheek and nestles me in the middle of the king-size mattress.
If he’s not the sweetest mountain of a man ever, I don’t know who is. How did I get so lucky?
I stretch and reach for him as he slides in next to me. “You two are perfect. I’m just along for the ride.”
“Sorry, I was not planning on all of this happening,” Parker whispers, curling around me from behind.
With his warmth surrounding me, and my head resting on Grady’s chest, I let out a breathy chuckle. “So the dick prints and no shirts were an accident?”
Grady laughs softly, snuggling closer.
“Well, it worked. Be it a little better than intended.” Parker trails his fingers up my side. “You’re ours, right? Say the word, and we’re yours.”
“On one condition.” They both stiffen, almost unnoticeably, but this close, it’s obvious. “You don’t nearly paralyze me with your dicks before a show ever again.”
Parker kisses my shoulder with a faint titter. “Deal.”
Grady, eyes crinkled from his grin, nods in confirmation.
“We’ll worry about the logistics and go back over the ground rules in the morning,” Parker mumbles half-asleep behind me.
Right, rules. Never been fond of them. This is going to suck. But Grady’s peaceful face and Parker’s warm breath on the back of my neck are hopefully enough motivation.
Hopefully.