Page 60 of Intertwined Souls

Ryker inhales sharply and runs his hands up and down my sides as he pulls away from my neck. “Grayson?”

Grayson’s eyes dart up to meet Ryker’s, and a flush works its way up his neck. “I’ve never—I haven’t—I want to. I want Harley. I want… I want this, the three of us,” he stammers.

Ryker’s hands work their way to my back, and he steps away from me just enough so that he can loosen the back of my dress. His fingers run tentatively up my back toward the straps on my shoulders.

“Should we show Gray how fucking beautiful you are?” Ryker asks huskily.

I nod slowly, locking eyes with Grayson as Ryker slides the straps of my dress down my arms and exposes me to both of them.

Once he gets the dress down to my ankles, he is squatting behind me and helps me step out of it before undoing my short heels and pulling them off my feet. When he stands back up, he presses up against my back.

I feel vulnerable standing here in only lacy panties. But with the way Grayson is constantly looking me over and Ryker can’t take his hands off me, it makes me feel wanted. Seen. Powerful.

Ryker presses his lips to my ear and whispers, “Tell Gray to take his clothes off. Tell him you want to see him, too.” I suck in a sharp breath as Ryker’s hands move up my stomach and cup my breasts in his hands, gently massaging my nipples.

“Grayson, take off your clothes.” The words fall from my lips hesitantly, but I never pull my eyes away from his.

Grayson immediately undoes his tie and pulls it off, then he starts to unbutton his shirt as he stands up in front of me. When he gets it all the way off, he opens his pants and kicks them along with his shoes and socks to the side, so he is standing in front of me in just boxers.

He looks fucking delicious, and I want to touch every part of him.

“Sit on the bed with your back against the headboard,” Ryker says to Grayson, who doesn’t hesitate to do it—trusting Ryker implicitly.

Grayson’s cock is straining against his boxers, and I can’t seem to pull my eyes away, wanting to see it, touch it. Ryker sucks the skin where my neck and shoulder meet, and I gasp softly, my thighs clenching together.

“Straddle him, babe,” he says, his voice a caress against my skin.

Ryker taking control and guiding us along feels so fucking natural that I move without thought and climb onto the bed, tossing my leg over Grayson so my knees are on either side of him.

I can feel his cock against my center, and for once I despise the panties and boxers we are wearing. I’d much rather be feeling him.

“Hi.” I say as I feel the heat rising up my neck and to my cheeks.

He smiles shyly back. “Hi.”

Grayson gently pushes my hair behind my ears and then cups my cheeks, pulling me down towards him and kissing me. I can hear the sound of Ryker shedding his clothes next to the bed as he mutters, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Smiling against Grayson’s lips, he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and tangles our tongues together. I gasp and find myself moving against him, needing friction, wanting more.

When Grayson pulls back slightly, I feel dazed and have to take deep breaths. Especially as a very hard, very naked body pushes against my back and arms wrap around me, running up and down my stomach but never touching me where I want him to.

Letting out a small huff of annoyance, Ryker chuckles. “Need something, babe?”

Nodding rapidly, I grip his wrist and lower it to the edge of my panties. He slowly pushes his fingers under the waistband, and when he feels how fucking soaked I am, he groans against my neck.

“Fuck me.” His breath on my skin raises goosebumps along my arms.

I jolt against him when his finger makes soft circles on my clit, and then he slowly moves farther down and pushes a single finger in me. It’s not the first time he’s done it, but not being used to the feeling I shudder and try to squeeze my legs together, which is futile.

Grayson pulls his eyes away from watching where Ryker’s hand disappeared within my panties, and he leans forward to hesitantly lick around my nipple. When I let out an embarrassingly loud moan and grip the back of Grayson’s hair, he gains more confidence and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking gently before running his tongue around it.

As Grayson switches back and forth between my breasts, Ryker pushes two more fingers into me, pumping them faster and faster as his palm rubs against my clit.

My body shakes as my mouth pops open, my head falling back against Ryker’s shoulder as the euphoric feeling of an orgasm hits me and it feels like my entire body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.

When I come down from the high, I slump back against Ryker, who pulls his fingers from my panties, holding them up in front of my face and showing how fucking soaked they are. I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but that quickly changes when Ryker moves his fingers towards Grayson’s mouth, running them across his lips and then pushing them in when Grayson opens for him.

He sucks and licks his fingers clean, and Ryker groans while pushing up against me, his hard cock resting in between my ass cheeks. When Ryker pulls his fingers from Grayson’s mouth, my pussy clenches around nothing; I want to beg one of them to fuck me already, but no words come out when I open my mouth.

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