Page 13 of The Grim, Me, and The Reaper Makes Three

He let out an unrestrained groan as William’s soft lips and tongue gently caressed him, the sensation a stark contrast to how he knew his man fucked. He relished the tenderness for a moment, and then yanked William’s head away.

His hand tightened in William’s hair. “Up on the couch, love.” Releasing him, Atticus stood up, extending a hand to help a wide-eyed and panting Tatiana to her feet.

As soon as William was settled, his body reclined back on the couch, his hard, untouched cock jutting up from the thatch of dark hair between his legs, Atticus approached him. With a snap, a bottle of lubricant was in his hand, and he dropped it unceremoniously on William’s lap. “Get nice and wet for me,” Atticus said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to William’s lips.

He watched, satisfied smile on his face, as William coated his cock with lube. His hole clenched in anticipation of the stretch, already hungering for the familiar burn of that first excruciating inch. Especially when William wore the ring around the base of his cock, which always made him swollen and throbbing.

A wave of reverence overwhelmed Atticus. He threaded his fingers through William’s loose hair, scraping his nails into his scalp. “So perfect, love,” he rasped, watching as his lover leaned into his touch. “So good for me.”

The moment of tenderness extended, but the aching emptiness drove Atticus to action. Turning around, Atticus climbed back and up onto William’s lap so that his ass was pressed snuggly against the furry hair of William’s stomach. His hand reached down, gripping the base of William’s flushed cock and holding it firmly in place as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, lowered himself.

A hiss escaped him at the initial burn of the wide, blunt head pushing past the tight ring of muscle. But he continued to drop his weight down, his body adjusting as inch by inch William’s wide cock filled him. He tried to control his breathing, only allowing himself one shaking exhale as he reached the base.

A whimper had his attention snapping to the naked, fidgeting woman who stood before them, her eyes glued to the place where William entered him, her lower lip pink and pillowed under her front teeth.

“Come here.” With a hand extended, he reached toward Tatiana, a curl of satisfaction settling in his chest when she eagerly moved toward him, her soft fingers intertwining with his.

Her eyes dipped down to his lap before lifting back up to meet his gaze. Her dark brows furrowed. “Where?”

Atticus couldn’t help his smile. “Climb up, Tinker Bell.”

Those brows shot up her forehead. “Seriously?”

It was one of those times where he remembered just how much he loved this moment: the moment when he had the opportunity to introduce a lover to something new. Something that would shatter their previous understanding of what it meant to feel pleasure.

“When it comes to fucking, Tatiana, you will come to find that I am very, very serious,” he said, his voice coming out of his chest in a low growl. “So get up here, spread those thighs, and sink that hot cunt down on my cock before I have to get you myself.”

Unmistakable desire flared in the warm brown of her eyes. She stepped up to them, hips swaying in a way that made his mouth water. A flash of uncertainty crossed her face. “How,” she began, but before she could continue, Atticus reached out to grip her hips and, with a flex of his arms, pulled her onto his lap.He was tired of waiting, tired of this pretty thing with her soft, dimpled thighs teasing him just out of reach.

He wanted her, and he wanted hernow.

A soft “Oh,” escaped her, but Atticus was determined to fill her. He tried to be gentle, but need drove him to tug her to him roughly, situating her to hover perfectly over his cock. Atticus flexed his hips, the flushed head of him slipping through her wetness to prod at her entrance, the movement sending sparks up his spine as William’s cock shifted inside of him.

“Sit, Tatiana,” Atticus growled, balls pulsing at the proximity of her. “I need you to sink that sweet cunt down on my cock. It is fucking thirsty for you. And then, if you do not mind, it would absolutely blow our minds if you bounced that delectable ass like you are riding a pony, hm? You all wet and hot around me is going to have my hole squeezing tight around William. And my pup, helovesthat. Loves it when my ass grips him like a vice.”

The second that her heat enveloped him, Atticus felt something beautiful, somethingterrifying, slip into place. The softness of her curves pressing against him, her hard nipples dragging down his smooth chest, and the sweetness of her round pink cheeks, all contrasted with the steady, unyielding, solid strength of William beneath him.

When she was fully seated, her inner muscles contracting around him like she was already trying to milk his cock dry, Atticus leaned forward to lick a long, indulgent line up her exposed throat. Reaching the soft curve of her jaw, he nipped at the skin there. “Now take us for a ride, Tinker Bell.”

And she did. Atticus didn’t know where to look—how was a man supposed to choose between the wide, quivering thighs that straddled his lap, the full breasts that bounced like waves swelling past the break, and her parted pink cunt, wet and swollen from their earlier attention.

Her determined bounces were punctuated by a slow, excruciating grind of her clit against his pelvis each time she sank down fully on him. Atticus met each movement with a buck of his hips, which caused a vicious drag of William’s piercings against his prostate.

It was torture in its most beautiful form, sitting there suspended between two beautiful people, his body an instrument played by the two of them working together. Atticus knew the truth—his control over William, over this new lover who somehow felt like she might have been there all along, was all an illusion. Atticus was helpless to do anything but feel, sinking into his body, letting himself move and buck and strive toward that extra inch, that additional spark of pleasure that would send him over the edge. It was an indulgence that he rarely allowed himself, but found that the usual control that he exhibited over himself was absent, lost somewhere unimaginable, leaving him naked and treasured and sofuckingclose already that he had to close his eyes in an attempt to gather himself.

“Pup,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Do you see her? Do you see those beautiful tits bouncing for us? Do you see how hard she is working for us?”

He heard a low, pained whine that accompanied the scrape of teeth against his bare shoulder.

Atticus flexed his ass, soliciting another whimper from the man beneath him.

“I am close to filling your cunt, darling.” Atticus wrapped a handful of Tatiana’s brown hair in his fist, gripping her tightly in place. “Do you want that? Do you want to feel my seed spilling down those perfect thighs?”

Eyes wide, bright make-up smeared, she nodded.

Atticus hissed, his balls drawing up, tight and throbbing already.Wait, he silently commanded himself.Be patient.

“I am going to need you to come for me one more time, sweet girl. Do you think that my fingers on this clit will get you there?” He moved his free hand between them, thumb brushing the red, rigid clit that jutted from her spread cunt.

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