Page 10 of The Grim, Me, and The Reaper Makes Three

That man was the last thing on her mind when William buried his nose into the damp fabric. A keening cry tore from her as he rubbed ruthlessly against her clit, sending electricity darting to her extremities.

She felt the reverberations of his groan against her as he inhaled, and then the distinct wet pressure of his tongue against her panties. He licked long, languid stripes, starting from the place where the underwear disappeared between her ass cheeks, passing over her wet entrance and culminating over the throbbing bud of her clit where it protruded from between her swollen lips.

She’d hated the fact that her clit wasn’t a dainty, hidden thing like she’d read about in romance novels. That, when aroused, it stood rigid and obvious. But now, with William’s wide, hot tongue curling around it before sucking it into his mouth, that self-consciousness felt a million miles removed.

That was the problem of the Tatiana of the past, who had lived an incomplete, hesitant life. Now she was dead, and one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen sucked on her clit like it might sustain him.

“Give me those panties, pup,” Atticus growled, and William made quick work of peeling the wet fabric away from her body. Tati lifted her hips so that he could roll the underwear over her full, quaking thighs.

Without looking away from her, William tossed the underwear behind him. Casually, Atticus snatched them out of the air with one hand, gathering them into his fist before raising them up to his face. He stared at Tati as he inhaled.

Of course, right as he did that, William dipped his tongue into her before swiping up to resume his attention to her clit. Without the barrier of the fabric between them, the soft heat of his mouth tightening around the swollen bundle of nerves sent her pleasure into a sharp overdrive.

It was unbelievable, really, how quickly she hurtled upwards toward release. Her core throbbed, muscles in her inner thighs burning and trembling as her hands tangled in William’s hair. Her grip tightened and the man groaned, the sound vibrating against her and sending her higher, still higher, inexplicably higher.

“Oh, god, William,” she panted, hips rolling to tighten the connection between her body and his wicked mouth.

“Are you close, Tatiana?”

Her dazed vision cleared as she focused on Atticus, who watched the two of them greedily. Something about the look in his eyes sent an even sharper throb of pleasure through her, and she managed to nod.

“Perfect,” he said, his voice dark and calculating. “Pup, you have her close. So close for us.” Tati caught a glimpse of his tongue wetting his lower lip. “Now fill her up with one of those thick fingers, hm? Give that sweet cunt something to clench on when she comes.”

Without changing the flicking rhythm of his tongue and mouth on her clit, Tati felt a thick, calloused finger press against her entrance. It was just what she needed, what her body craved, and she tugged harder on William’s hair as though that could communicate what she couldn’t figure out how to put into words.

Somehow he must have known, because a feral growl that sent sparks to her clit accompanied the slow, tortuous thrust of William’s finger into her channel. He didn’t pause beforedrawing partway out again, the pad searching, curling, pressing, until?—

“Fuck!” Tati cried, her orgasm shattering through her body as he stroked her g-spot and sucked on her clit. Everything dissolved around her as pleasure wracked through her in waves, curling her toes in her pumps and making her breasts ache where they were still trapped inside of the bodice of her dress.

William slowed his movements, his finger withdrawing from her body while his tongue moved to trace lightly up and down her slit, each barely-there brush against her clit sending shivers through her body. Her breaths were labored as she tried to piece herself back together after falling so completely apart.

“Come here, pup,” Atticus’ low voice commanded, and Tati couldn’t help but whimper as William moved away from her. Her eyes watched his ass and strong thighs as he crawled.

When he reached Atticus, the man in the chair grabbed him by the front of his shirt, yanking him up and toward him. “Let me taste her,” Atticus growled before closing the distance between himself and William, ravaging the kneeling man’s mouth with his own.

Tati watched them together, core pulsing at the beauty of the two men, at the way they were lost in the passion that raged between them. Atticus tore his mouth away, running his tongue over his wet, glistening lips as his dark eyes lifted to catch Tati’s gaze.

“Delicious, darling,” he breathed, the words reverent. And then his attention returned to the man kneeling between his knees. “Would you like to fuck her sweet cunt now that you’ve had a taste?”

William let out a desperate, pleading groan, and Tati could see the flex of his ass as his hips jumped, thrusting against the air. “Please, Atti,” the man whimpered, and Tati felt another wave of arousal throb in her core.

“Stand up, pup.” Atticus smacked a pale hand against William’s ass as William pushed himself up to standing. Tati shifted along the couch to get a better view, not wanting to miss a single moment.

Atticus shifted in his seat, reaching into his front pocket and emerging with what looked like a flexible, rubber ring. He slipped it down to hang from his thumb as his hands dropped to the button of William’s pants.

He made quick work of it, shoving the pants down and over William’s ass and thighs. William did the rest of the work from there — stepping out of the pants and leaving him naked from the waist down.

Dark hair covered his thick thighs and smattered across his round ass cheeks. Tati’s mouth watered at the sight of him — so masculine, so fucking strong. And then she craned her neck so she could catch a glimpse of?—

“Come over here and watch, love.” She snapped her head up at Atticus’ voice. Tentatively, she got to her feet. She needed a moment to regain her balance in her heels before she crossed the small space, only to stumble when she caught sight of William’sveryhard,verythick cock.

But it wasn’t the cock itself that caught her eye. It was the flashes of silver that adorned it — a ring that pierced the tip of the red, smooth head, curving below and disappearing from view.

As if anticipating her perusal, one of Atticus’ long-fingered hands lifted William’s cock, bending it up against the panting man’s stomach. A row of seven silver bars crossed the underside of his shaft, each end tipped with a small silver ball.

Tati licked her lips. She’d heard about dick piercings, sure, but seeing them, finding herself in a scenario where it wasn’t unimaginable that she might actually experience them, sent a flush across her chest.

“What do you think, Tatiana?” Atticus peered up at her through inky lashes. “He did not come to me with these. But as the one who was going to be on the receiving end of William’s pretty, pink cock, I suggested he try it. And, well, in the Afterworld, anything is possible.”

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