Page 25 of The Final Straw

“Grady wishes,” I snark, rounding the couch and straddling Kipp’s lap. “Really wanna see this movie, huh?”

“Yes,” he growls, nipping my lips. “Now, sit your fine ass down and we’ll start.”

I shake my head, rolling my eyes. Men seem to never grow out of the fast cars and action movie phase of life.

Grady jumps over the back of the couch, settling into the corner of the sectional, and I slide between his legs, leaning against his chest.

I’ve seen these new modular sectionals on TikTok but not in person. The guys have their gray corduroy positioned into a giant square bed design. It’s a good setup for a movie night. I might need to look into getting one for the apartment. Binge-watching weekends would be so much better.

The movie starts and I make it about halfway through before I feel my eyes getting heavy. Today was a long day and I’m sure the guys won’t mind if I nap for a little while they finish the movie. Grady has a hand under my sweater and his fingertips gently slide across the skin above my skirt.

My eyes close once more and this time I leave them closed. Then drift off, listening to Jason Momoa talk to the dead dudes he’s painting the toenails on.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but a thick finger glides through my folds, instinctively causing me to widen my thighs. Cracking an eye open, I see Kipp lying between my legs with my skirt flipped up. The thought of him touching and playing with me while I’m sleeping has my belly warming and core tingling. I never thought about that being something I’m into, but I very much am.

“Sorry, Ollie, you just looked so peaceful and sexy sleeping in Grady’s lap. I didn’t get to touch very much last time.” He looks up at me at the same time a snore sounds from the man behind me.

I choke back a laugh.

“Should we see if we can wake him up?” Kipp rasps, his voice low and gravelly.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod.

“Naughty little girl.” He licks his lips, then he reaches into his pocket for something. A pocket knife flashes in the air as the blade flicks out. In two swift movements, Kipp has cut the sides of my thong, ripping it off of me and throwing it behind the couch.

He’s now face first, staring at my pussy before his index finger returns, gliding through my folds. “So wet already.”

Yeah. I wonder why, buddy. You were touching me while sleeping, called me little girl, and cut my fucking panties off. You’re lucky I haven’t come already.

Using his thumb and index finger, he spreads my lips and leans in, flicking his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck,” I moan, dropping back against Grady more.

He eats my pussy like a five-course meal, nipping, licking, and sucking my little bundle of nerves relentlessly. I’ve never had anyone spread my lips further, and it’s a whole new sensation. I feel like he’s licking me deeper, harder, more intimately. I don’t know, but I really fucking like it.

When he pulls one of my lips between his teeth and tugs, I slap a hand over my mouth.

A hand snakes out from behind me, uncovering my mouth, and I cry out.

“Let me hear you scream for him, baby girl. Come on his tongue, then you’re going to come on mine,” Grady murmurs against my ear before biting the lobe.

I whimper and Grady chuckles, the sound vibrating through my body, sending pleasure straight to my cunt.

His hand that was under my shirt creeps higher, circling my nipple before pinching it hard between two fingers.

That’s it. I come like a freight train, my hips thrusting against Kipp’s face as I scream. My body shakes as I come down from my high and my heart races against my rib cage.

Kipp looks up at us, his well-trimmed beard glistening with my release.

“Bad little girl woke me up,” Grady growls. “Now she has to come again, this time on my tongue.”

“I can’t,” I whine.

“You can and you will,” Kipp grunts, grabbing me and pulling me off Grady, toward him.

Grady uses the opportunity to slide down, so he’s lying on the couch. Kipp kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into his mouth.

Kipp pushes me back as Grady grabs my hips, pulling me so that I’m straddling his face. These men. They’re giving me a hell of a lot of firsts. Because while I’ve sat on a face or two before, never reverse like this. Usually, I’m facing a headboard or wall, but in this position, I’m staring straight at Kipp.

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