Chapter 19
Clay
Her lips touch mine in question.
The hurt is obvious in her eyes. I want to take away the pain. The fear that lives within her. This is why her walls are so high. Why her defenses are polished and ready on command, she’s had years of building them up.
I’m getting to know and see the woman she really is. Underneath everything. The one I’m totally and completely in love with. Strong. Independent. Caring.
She should never have gone through what she did. Never. And what’s worse is that she’s been alone through it all.
Jo doesn’t want to think that we can help, but we will continue to talk about this until we can put an end to it. Get her the closure she needs and make this person go the fuck away.
“Please, Clay. I don’t want to think.”
Her words break through my thoughts. I return her kiss, long and slow. Tasting every corner of her mouth. Grant doesn’t miss a beat. Gliding his hands with mine along her skin.
Our kiss continues, she pushes into me, getting lost together. I catch the groan she lets out when Grant touches her mound. She has to be sore and sensitive.
My dick is hard and ready, even after everything we’ve done. But we can’t take her again. I don’t want to hurt her.
Grant, knowing exactly what I’m thinking, shakes his head slightly. He doesn’t want to hurt her either.
“I told you that I’m dying to fuck these thighs.” Grant’s hands squeeze them for emphasis.
“I’ve wanted to do that ever since I took that picture.”
“What picture?” She questions, moaning and rocking between us.
“One that shows off these thick, luscious thighs. You were bending over in the kitchen. I couldn’t resist.”
“If you say so. My thighs can barely find jeans that fit right. It’s been a lifelong problem.”
“It’s exactly how we love them. Thicker the better. It gives you another way to strangle our cocks.”
We all groan at that. Grant takes the lube—he’s hidden everywhere in this house—and gets my cock ready. Once he’s ready too, I lift her top leg enough for us to slide in.
“Oh, shit… this feels good.” Our cocks are bare, rubbing against each other while her thighs squeeze them.
She watches through lust-filled eyes as she experiences something new. She’s had a lot of firsts with us and so many more to come. I hope. I want this to become the beginning of something.
I use my hand to keep her thighs tight. To let her know she won’t hurt us. We pick up our pace. The friction feels fucking amazing.
My lips go back to kissing her and keeping her mind blank. Grant is already back to working her clit and driving her back up.
She’s pinned between us on the floor. This feels right. Right where she should be. A place where she can feel safe and not so alone.
“Clay! Grant!” She cries out as she climaxes in our arms. She grips Grant’s hair, pushing her breasts towards me. I take advantage to suck them between my teeth as we chase our climax with her.
“Grant, I’m close. Let’s coat her thighs in our cum. Let’s make a mess of her.”
“Fuck, yeah!” Grant pushes into her harder.
We grunt and groan. So. Fucking. Close.
Grant grabs the back of my head, pulling me in for a demanding kiss. It’s all I need to let go.
My cock pulses hard as I come. Spreading the cum around with a few more jerky thrusts. Grant is with me. Pushing his cum past her thighs to mine. I savor the feel of bliss as we lie on the floor, sated once again.
I keep her close to me, not wanting to move. Ever.
Grant gets up to get a couple of washcloths to clean us up. Jo doesn’t protest. Just snuggles into me further.
We don’t talk, knowing that will ruin the mood. There’s nothing more to say right now anyway. We have to wait for answers.
I should feel settled knowing she’s here with us, but there’s some part of me that’s worried this thing that we started has an end. I don’t want it to have an ending.
Grant and I need to talk. I want to know what he thinks and feels. He and I need time together, too. Just us. I haven’t figured out how all this would work, but deep down, I want to.
Jo falls asleep as I hold her, and Grant covers all of us up. He goes to turn on one of our favorite movies.
He looks relaxed and happy. Now isn’t the time to talk, but soon.
My heart is fragile, but it has so much love to give. I just hope it doesn’t get broken.