Chapter 7 #3
Slowly, I glanced to the wetness glistening on his fingers and parted my lips for him to dip them inside.
I savored the salty sweetness. He kept his middle finger in my mouth, running it gently over my tongue before he removed it.
Then he placed both hands on my face and sucked me into a heart-stopping kiss.
He held his hand on my throat as our tongues fought for dominance, then moved it lower, past my breasts, over my belly, straight to my throbbing clit.
I gasped into Graham’s mouth at the way he caressed me, while my pussy stretched around Hunter’s cock.
We stared at each other as Hunter thrust, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge.
I couldn’t help but let my arousal grow, the scorching desire about to crest had me shaking—trembling as these two men took turns inviting me to Heaven.
Graham loved it. Seeing me crumble made that devilish smirk smear across his face. He knew exactly what was about to happen. He wasn’t going to stop until I dissolved.
My eyes blurred.
My mind went foggy.
I clawed Hunter’s back.
And finally, he broke, his movements quickening until he came forcefully inside. His heavy breathing and shattered groans mixed with the throaty, drawn-out growls Graham teased… the gentle nips on my earlobe… the perfect circles rhythmically rubbing into my clit.
My eyes slammed shut, and I came hard, my back arching as electric waves of pleasure shuddered against my body.
“Gra—Hunter!”
Fuck!
After I stopped seeing stars… after my body stopped being boneless…
I dragged my hand down Graham’s length, running my fingers to his balls then back up to his tip.
I loved how small and dainty my hand looked wrapped around his swollen, girthy cock.
Feeling him stiffen even more in my grasp kept me riding the high from my orgasm.
My eyes fell shut for a moment, and I let the waves vibrate through me, my cheeks flushing hot as the pleasurable stars danced across my body.
When I opened my eyes and found Graham watching me, one eyebrow quirked and that smirk he always had when he liked what he saw? It was undeniable. That alone was just as erotic as the realization I was in the middle of a threesome with two men obsessed with me—two men I’d grown to love.
I focused on him, rubbing my thumb over his crown, until he couldn’t resist any longer… until I saw the change in his face.
One more precise graze of my thumb over the soft skin of his frenulum and it was over.
“Careful—stay right there… don’t move.” Graham sucked in a breath through his teeth, tensing his entire body, gripping my hand, holding it still.
“Shit—don’t move, don’t move, don’t move!
” I ran my hand up and down his length in two quick strokes.
He gasped and his eyes trailed down his own stomach to where he watched his cock bounce—raging for one more.
“Ah—fuck it,” he breathed, jerking into my hand.
“Goddamn it, Max,” he groaned into my neck as he finally let go.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I giggled watching the thick, hot ropes shoot out across my belly and onto my tits.
I couldn’t help it. Seeing him come undone for me gave me some sort of twisted high that I craved.
I couldn’t tell you why it was different with him.
Why seeing him—a literal wall of muscle, desire, and strength—transform into a vulnerable puddle of mush did something to me.
Maybe my brain mistook it for some sick sense of power, but I didn’t care. That man was my kryptonite, and it had become my personal mission to keep him in that vulnerable state as often as possible.
After his spasms stopped, I brought my free hand to his face and stared into his eyes. The sadness had dimmed slightly. I was his. I never stopped being his, and I could never feel what I did with him, with anyone else.
Unfortunately, I had a strong suspicion that Hunter had caught on—even through the spell, because the moment I stopped looking at Graham and looked back to him, he shoved off the bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
The sound of the shower was my cue to attempt to clean up the pieces of a shattered man.
Fuck.
Before I got up, though, Graham pulled me into him and squeezed me tight.
“Maggie. I can’t not be with you. But I also can’t be with you when you’re with him. You’re either mine or Hunter’s. Which is it?”
Sure, the games of being fought over might’ve been fun for a little while, but I didn’t want to deal with Hunter and Graham asserting their dominance over me forever. I had to figure something out. But until then, I’d have to be shared.
“You know who I belong to…” I kissed him once, then joined Hunter in the shower.
“Maggie, what the hell was that?” Hunter scrubbed his body vigorously with the foamy loofah.
“What?” I stepped into the shower. “What was what?”
“That. The way you looked at him. The way you messed with the spot where his foreskin met his head. You’re different with him.”
“I don’t know. Didn’t you enjoy it?” I rubbed his back and stepped under the water with him. “You usually like it when I’m connecting with the other guy. Remember, you said you like watching the woman you love experience another man. Thought this… was that.”
He pulled away from my touch. “Wash his cum off yourself before you touch me,” he spat.
“What’s the matter?”
“His dick’s not like mine or any of the others’ we’ve had.”
I stood staring blankly at him. “You’re mad because… because he has a… foreskin?!” I could feel my eyebrows clench so tight they cramped. “What?” I said quizzically. “Does that somehow make you feel like less of a man? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Hunter grumbled something under his breath and gave me the cold shoulder. He wasn’t usually like this after we’d have another man join us. Sometimes we’d lay in bed—the three of us—and talk, listen to music, watch a movie… you know, be fucking normal.
This couldn’t have been because Graham was uncut… right? He shouldn’t have been jealous of it. I mean… it was a really nice dick… and there was something about an uncut man that felt so much better to me… but really? Being jealous of a man’s foreskin? Come on.
“We followed all the rules, baby.”
“Aye, but ye almost didn’t.”
“But we did.”
“And what would have happened if I wasn’t here?”
“Uhh… I probably wouldn’t have been fucking him.”
“That so?”
“God, yes, Hunter. I’m with you.” A bitterness lingered in my mouth. “You watched Graham come on me, so I really don’t understand the problem.”
I mean, seriously… Hunter had licked another man’s cum off my tits before, for Christ’s sake. Was it just because it was Graham? Because we had a history? Or was it something else?
I rinsed off and tried to comfort him, running my fingers up his back, giving a gentle touch to his thigh. But he wouldn’t have it—every touch was like I had betrayed him.
Maybe I did.
When I returned to the bedroom, Graham was gone, having left only a note poking out from under my pillow that read:
You’re mine, and I don’t share.
Look out the window.
-G
I did as he said, pulling the chenille curtain to one side.
Graham sat on the hood of his car in the driveway, hands in his pockets, eyes all storm and lust—waiting. He brought two fingers to his bare chest and double-tapped his heart.
The sight made my breath hitch. I knew exactly what it meant. How could I forget? He said it at the range. “If you’re going to shoot me… aim somewhere I’ll feel it.”
I could have let it be a symbol of the pain between us—of what could have been. But I was done seeing it that way. Somehow, I had to break this curse.
Not for me.
Not even for Graham.
For Hunter.