Page 42 of Not A Whisper

His eyes travel down my body slowly, heating with every passing second until I can feel the scorch of them. Grant’s tongue flickers out and licks his upper lip as our eyes meet.

“Maybe I’m thelucky one?” He pushes off the door frame and saunters over. When his knees hit the mattress, he leans down. I rise up on my knees and meet his lips eagerly. His hands come down and hold my waist as his tongue surges into my mouth.

I groan, enjoying the hint of coffee on his breath.

“You know…” Trip starts with a chuckle off to the side of me. “I’d love to see what your cock would look like smashed between our doll’s tits. Been thinking about it a lot recently.”

I break away with a gasp. Grant flashes Trip a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah? You’d like that?” he asks, a brow raising in question.

Trip shrugs. “It’d definitely make my day.”

“How about I get things started?” Jason offers, twisting onto his stomach before crawling toward Grant. He reaches for Grant’s fly and deftly undoes it.

I sit back on my knees and watch as Grant steers his cock into Jason’s waiting mouth. My own mouth dries as I watch. Grant’s hand comes down into Jason’s hair, where his fingers twist and grab a handful of those silky curls.

“Aw, don’t play coy with me. Choke on it, Jay,” Grant growls, his teeth flashing in a cruel snarl. He jerks his hips forward while simultaneously pulling Jason’s head closer. Jason chokes, his muscles tensing down his back and in his arms.

“You can do it, Jason. Your mouth is so talented,” I coo, rising up and running my hands up his back, enjoying the way his muscles flex and relax beneath my fingertips. “Icertainly enjoy your mouth on me.”

A hand grabs my mine and yanks me back, surprising me. I yelp as my back hits the mattresses.

“In position, dollface,” Trip orders, grinning down at me.

Jason sits up. “God, I’m getting hard just thinking aboutwatching this,” he groans, his gaze flickering between me and Grant. To my amusement, heisgrowing hard again.

My attention turns to Grant as he discards his pants and boxer briefs.

“Shirt too,” I order as he starts to climb onto the bed. “Skin only in this bed.”

The guys chuckle. Grant complies, throwing his t-shirt to the side, then he crawls toward me. Our eyes burn into one another's. My thighs squeeze together as my breath catches. An auburn lock falls out of place as he straddles me. I sit up and brush it back.

Grant catches my hand and kisses my wrist, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Fuck my tits?” I offer, smirking when his pupils narrow.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He pushes me backward with his other hand, letting go of my wrist as he crawls up my body.

Trip moves then to come up beside. He grabs Grant’s face, jerking it toward him.

“Make a mess of our doll.” With that he leans forward, his lips smashing against Grant’s.

Grant stiffens, his abs tightens as he straightens. He grabs Trip by the back of the neck and deepens the kiss, leaning into him forcibly, taking charge of the moment. Trip growls and pushes back into Grant. There’s a clashing of teeth and deep growls as they fight for supremacy. My mouth drops in awe. Jason and Trip wrestled but it was almost a given Jason would relent and give Trip all the power.

But these two?

They’re both dominant in their own right. Watching as they fight for top dog steals my breath away. I don’t realize my thighs are squeezing together until Jason yanks them apart. Barely sparing him a glance, I watch as Trip’s fingers dig into Grant’sjaw and one of Grant’s hands grabs Trip by the front of his throat.

“Hot, isn’t it?” Jason murmurs, crawling between my legs. Finally, I pull my eyes away from the two guys above me to look down at Jason. He winks at me. “It’s been a while since it’s been like this—the three of us all playing together. There was always the occasional spark, but once it ran down the line, it would fizzle out. Now, it feels like it’s on a continuous loop. A never ending circuit, gaining traction and growing… This is your doing, dollie, keeping this energy alive. Making us whole. We’re dangerous together.”

His hands slide up my thighs. When his gaze drops to his cum leaking from my pussy, his head tilts to the side and he groans.

“Look at this. You’re wasting my gift to you.” He tsks and scoots closer. “Don’t worry, I’ll put it back where it belongs.”

One of his hands slides between my legs and he scoops the mess up only to push it into me.

“Oh!” I gasp as my pussy flutters around his fingers. My head flops back as my forearms give out.

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