Page 24 of Three to Fall

They’d taught me pleasure was my right and that there was no shame in taking it. Even if it was at my own fingers.

I worked my pussy, doing all the things I liked, touching myself the way they touched me, stroking my G-spot, rubbing my clit. It wasn’t the same, nowhere near as good, but an orgasm built inside me anyway.

I couldn’t stop watching Grayson. He moved his hand up and down his shaft at what had to be a torturously slow pace. His dick gleamed with need, and he swiped his thumb through the precum, using it to lubricate his grip.

I pressed my legs together, then opened them, feeling the delicious clench of muscles in my whole lower region every time I squeezed. My breaths got quicker with every swipe of my fingers until I was panting, desperate, needy to come.

I raised one hand to my nipple, tweaking it and rolling it between my fingers, desperate for his mouth. I wasn’t going to be able to get myself all the way over the edge when what my body really wanted was him.

He moved between my thighs and dropped his lips to my ear. “Going to fuck you. But I need you to know that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And that I want to watch you finger yourself like that every morning and every night. Maybe every lunch time too. I have an office at the hospital and now all I can think about is you coming in there every shift and doing that on the desk.”

I laughed softly. “And getting us both fired in the process?”

He kissed my neck, his dick hard against my thigh. “Just means I’ll have to smother your moans with my mouth so no one hears.”

“Or with…” I reached between us, gripping his cock.

He groaned so loudly I was sure Hayden and Hawk would probably hear it from Hawk’s room. Grayson sucked my neck hard, flicking over the slight sting with his tongue. “Did you just say you want my cock in your mouth?”

Heat roared through me at the thought of his thick length driving past my lips, stretching me wide while I stroked my tongue against the ridged underside of his erection. “Yes.” It was more of a moan than a word.

His groan mingled with mine. “Only if I can lick your pussy at the same time.”

“I…” Heat flushed through me as I tried to understand what he was saying.

Grayson lay back on the bed, his erection jutting from his hips. I lowered my mouth to the gleaming tip of him, flicking my tongue across his head, licking off the precum and sucking him into my mouth.

Grayson hissed when I slid my mouth down his length, taking as much of him as I could before lifting back up again. Our bodies made a T-shape, his straight up and down the length of the bed, me on my knees at a right angle to his.

I sucked and licked him, but it was only seconds before he was reaching for my leg, dragging me around so I was facing his feet.

I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth. Didn’t want to stop, so I just kept sucking. He maneuvered me around, going wherever he wanted and I gasped when he pulled one leg across his body so I was kneeling over his head. “Grayson!”

I was so open to him it was embarrassing. He could see every inch of my body from that angle. My ass. My pussy. My breasts hanging, nipples brushing over his lower belly while I worked his dick.

But his hands massaged up the backs of my thighs, and he used his thumbs to open my pussy lips, swearing beneath his breath. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Need to taste you, Kara.”

He banded one strong arm around my thigh and dragged me down so my pussy landed on his mouth.

I shouted at the feel of his tongue in such a private place. But he muffled it with a slow thrust of his hips, pushing his dick into my mouth again.

I closed my eyes, finding my rhythm on his erection, using it as a distraction from the onslaught of feelings he was creating between my thighs.

He licked through my folds, spearing me with his tongue. Within minutes I was practically bouncing on his face, taking his fingers deep inside me while he assaulted my clit with his lips.

His hands encouraged me every second, rocking me over his face, never stopping, refusing to let me back off, even when my orgasm threatened to unleash.

“Oh!” I deep-throated his cock, needing the distraction to keep myself from shattering into pieces. But it was too late. He was too good. His fingers speared inside me, and an onslaught of feeling rocketed to the surface. I ripped my head away from his cock and threw my head back, grinding over his face. “Grayson!”

I came in pulsing contractions, squeezing and fluttering around his fingers, flooding his lips with fresh waves of arousal he licked up like it was honey.

“Oh God.” My movements were uncoordinated. I was lost to the pleasure, just moving in any way that felt good, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure.

I wanted to keep going with his dick, make him come the same way I had, but my body was too blissed out, too overwhelmed to get it together. A pleasurable, fuzzy feeling came over my body, one I associated with the best kind of orgasms, and I let him guide me down onto the bed.

“Play with your nipples,” he murmured.

My fingers came to my breasts, cupping the aching mounds, squeezing my nipples like they were clamps.

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