Page 9 of Her Males

“Lick her,” I hear Gray whisper.

A tongue, I assume Silas’s, is on me a second later. He moans as he pleasures me, and after a few seconds, he backs away so Gray can have a turn. Gray’s a bit rougher than Silas, and he eases a finger inside me as he sucks on my clit.

My thighs begin to shake, and the two continue taking turns until I tense up and find my release. I’m unsure who’s licking me as I cum, but they continue until I shiver and push both heads away.

Gray chuckles and rises to his knees, and Silas quickly follows.

My eyes are finally starting to adjust to the dark, and I watch Gray lean in and kiss Silas. He trails his hand down Silas’s chest, feeling the muscular skin.

“Can I touch you?” Gray asks.

Silas gives a jerky nod, and Gray smiles before turning to me.

I pant, also nodding. “Please.”

Gray pushes Silas onto his back next to me, and I roll onto my side to better watch.

“You’ve never let me touch you before,” Gray says, kissing his stomach. Silas moans, his eyes flashing to me as I kneel on the bed.

Gray grabs my hips and guides me so I’m kneeling between Silas’s spread thighs. His back presses against my front, and I shiver as I feel his warm breath ghosting over my ear.

“Why don’t you touch him with your hand? The way you did to me before,” Gray suggests.

My pulse races as I inch my hands up Silas’s thighs. I’m not the most experienced, and I don’t want Silas to feel disappointed. Even if Gray doesn’t necessarily love what I’m doing, he can at least feed on it.

Licking my lips, I glance anxiously at Silas. He smiles and brushes some hair off my forehead, and I gulp before lowering my gaze back to his covered erection.

Even if I’m not great at pleasuring him, refusing to try isn’t going to make me any better.

I try to hide the slight tremor in my hands as I reach forward and toy with the waistband of his underwear, but he seems to notice it anyway and grabs my wrists to stop me.

“I’m not interested in doing something you aren’t a hundred percent sure about,” Silas says.

Gray rubs reassuring circles into the skin of my belly, but he doesn’t interfere.

“I just…” I stammer, clearing my throat as my face grows warm. “Just don’t expect a lot from me.”

Silas stills. “Is that what this is about?” He lets out a dry laugh and relaxes into the mattress. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll enjoy whatever you do.”

I lick my lips and pull his underwear down his thighs. He’s hard, and I can’t help but gasp as I take him in my hand. Silas’s dick is thick, and I twist my fist as I try to close my fingers around his girth.

“Do you like it?” Gray chuckles as I press my thumb into the vein running up the underside.

Silas grunts and jerks his hips, his fists moving to his thighs. He grips the muscle tightly, his fingertips digging into his skin.

“Fuck,” he exhales. “That feels good.”

Gray leans over me to grab something from my bedside table, and I just about die of embarrassment when he returns with the bottle of lube he keeps hidden in there. He pops open the top and squirts some onto Silas.

Silas watches with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising as he pants into the air between us.

The lube helps smooth out my strokes as I tentatively slide my hand up and down his shaft. Silas’s hips twitch into my fist, and the muscles of his stomach flex with each movement.

Gray inhales loudly, probably feeding, before he wraps his arm around me and takes a hold of Silas. My excitement grows as I watch us both stroke the fate, and after a minute, I let go and move aside.

Silas’s eyes dart to me, concern written all over his face, but I shoot him a smile to show I’m not upset. Gray speeds up, twisting his fist every time he reaches the tip, and Silas arches his back with a low moan.

I continue moving away.

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