Page 83 of Not A Whisper

The light friction against my clit whenever I move even the slightest bit is driving me wild. As I pull in and out, I groan. My hands slide over Trip’s body. He leans into my touch, kissing my wrists and arms—whatever is within reach—and murmurs my name over and over. Each shaky breath he takes grows a little bit deeper and drawn out as we find a rhythm that works between us and the others. It feels so heady to be in control of Trip’s pleasure. My teeth nip along the skin I can reach, then I suck the sting away.

Grant groans loudly. He mutters something but it’s lost as Iclose my eyes and lose myself in this rare connection I have with all of them. My pleasure builds. The soft moans that slip out of Trip are echoed by all of us. As we each chase our own impending release, those sounds crescendo.

Jason shouts and stills as he spills his release all over Grant’s chest. On either side of me, Grant’s knees come up and his heels dig into the mattress. Then he’s cumming loudly. Trip stills, holding on to Jason’s hips while I drive the dildo into him with more force and control now that Jason’s stopped moving.

“FUCKFUCKFUCK!” He cries out, throwing his head back. “Jason, I’m going to cum.”

Jason’s biceps bulge as he’s forced forward, gripping the headboard harder than ever to keep from falling onto Grant as Trip reaches his climax. I bite my lip, my body trembling for more than just this feather light touch. As Trip’s body sags over Jason, I pull out slowly. He grunts once the toy is free from his body.

With shaking hands, I remove the strap-on from my hips. When it’s off, I fall back onto the mattress and spread my legs wide. Without any preamble, I slide two fingers into myself. I moan loudly, my hips moving in time with my fingers, seeking the same release the others have found. There's movement around me, but I squeeze my eyes shut to focus.

“Here, pretty doll, let me play with you. I know how you like it.”

My eyes flutter open as Grant kneels between my legs. Jason’s cum shines in the morning light as it rolls down his chest. Before I can react, he leans down, hooks his arms under my thighs and hikes my lower body up to his mouth. My hand retracts and is replaced by a long, warm, wet tongue.

It’s instinctual how my hips tilt to give him better access, as is the way my hands fly out to either side of me and bunch the sheets in an attempt to ground myself. A choking sound slipspast my lips as Grant’s tongue works me up. He dives into my core, lapping up my leaking arousal eagerly and with determination. When his tongue slides back out, it's only to tease and caress my swollen, achy clit.

Jason crawls over, his dimples deep and accentuating his charming smile. Without a word, he swoops down and captures my mouth with his. His tongue explores my mouth while his hands come up and grab both breasts to knead them.

I come apart in no time.

Jason eats up my cry before sitting up to watch me. I can feel his eyes trail over me as my body shakes all over.

As my heart slams against my chest and I struggle to catch my breath, Grant lets my legs drop to climb over me. My arousal glistens around his lips but it’s the glittering of a wild, frantic madness in his reddish brown eyes that has me staring.

“You’ve always belonged here, to and with us.” He doesn’t smile and his words aren’t necessarily said with warmth. They’re spoken with the utmost solemnity that can’t be denied.

A thick, sticky emotion, one I’ve been noticing more and more in my chest lately, stretches further beneath my skin. It’s warm, lightweight and pleasant. Yet despite the joy and whatever this strange sticky happiness is, there’s a little nagging voice in my head that reminds mewhyhe might feel this way.

I’m an asset. An important one, apparently.

Can I accept that might be all I’ll ever be to him?

I push away the thought. One problem at a time. At the moment, he’s no longer engaged and we’re here on vacation together. I’m not going to let doubts drive a wedge in between us now. Besides, I never asked him to love me. It’s not fair to demand that now. And I have the love of the other two. Jason for sure. And Trip? Well, I’d like to believe he meant what he said in his drunken ramblings.

Leaning down, Grant kisses me hard. I absorb the heat andintensity behind the kiss, feeling his need to brand me with his lips and accepting it. When he pulls away, I feel dazed.

I smile happily at him and ask, “Is it time to go exploring?”

“Yes.” He pulls me upright and kisses me swiftly once more. “Come take a shower with me then we can get ready to go.”

“‘Kay, just give me a minute.”

As he climbs off the bed, I flop down onto my back, soaking in the perfect moment. Trip army crawls his way over to me. Flopping face down beside me into the comforter, he manages to reach over and wrap his arm around my stomach. I roll to my side and curl into his body.

“You ok?” I ask him. Yeah, Trip came, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t now regret the decision to let me peg him. In a softer voice so the others can’t hear as they both get up and moving, I add, “Thanks for indulging me. I had fun.”

Trip heaves a huge sigh, muffled by the material he’s shoved his face into. Oh no… Heisupset. When he’s done, he turns his head to face me. His expression is hard, but his eyes are unusually bright.

“Yeah, I could tell you were having a blast,” he mutters. He lifts his head further to look over his shoulder. The others must be out of earshot because, when the side of his face hits the comforter once more, he’s giving me a lazy lopsided smile. “Don’t tell the others, but when it’s just the two of us, Imightlet you do it again.”

My laughter is loud around us. I’m graced by a dark look that lacks it’s usual intensity as he pushes himself up and says, “Shut the fuck up and get dressed, dollface, we have shit to do today.”

Twenty-One

Ok, so the guys know how to party.

It shouldn't be a surprise since they're college students. But since I’ve known them, I haven’t seen them let loose like they did over the weekend. Most of the time, there's always this air of control or seriousness around them, even while they play with their doll.

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