Page 39 of Not A Whisper

I lean back and let my eyes drift shut. When I force them to open, I hear soft noises coming from the bedroom. I push myself up and head in that direction, ready to collapse. But when I get there, I freeze.

There, in the middle of my bed, Trip and Jason are making out. Trip is leaning over Jason, pinning him to the bed. Both of their shirts are missing.

It's not the first time I’ve seen them affectionate with one another. I’ve witnessed how eagerly they eat each other’s cum,and I’ve seen Jason wrap his mouth around Trip’s dick. But I’ve never witnessed a true private moment between them.

Judging by the passion behind this kiss, I’ve just walked in on one.

Trip’s fingers dive into Jason’s hair at the same time Jason’s hands go to the waistband of Trip’s pants. He eagerly works Trip’s jeans off his hips. With Trip’s tight butt free, Jason reaches down and grabs it. Suddenly, they roll. Jason pins Trip to the bed beneath him, kisses him hard on the lips. Then he starts planting kisses down his chest. The muscles in his back ripple as he crawls down Trip’s body.

I suck in a deep breath as I watch Jason pause above Trip’s hard cock as it juts free. Jason kisses the tip before taking Trip into his mouth. Trip throws his head back and jerks his hips into Jason’s mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands going back into Jason’s hair.

I mouth the expletive too as I stare, wide-eyed, at the sight before me. My body starts to warm, and my breath quickens. Seeing the two of them together is wild.

But as hot as it is, I feel like I’ve intruded. Quietly, I turn and leave the guys to do their thing.

I grab a throw blanket from a wicker basket beside the couch and lay back down. In the other room, there’s a hard groan followed by a soft gasp.

Ten

Sleep burns away as an avalanche of pleasure comes rumbling through my body. The deep, bone shaking, breathtaking, quaking of my body rushes up from my toes into my throat. A coarse cry slips past my lips as an orgasm overwhelms me.

Between my legs and buried inside me, two fingers scissor and twist. I cry out into the pillow I’m face down in and arch my hips upward as I chase the delicious rioting of my nerves that's fading away.

“Hey, dollface.” Trip’s lips are pressed against my ear. His warm breath hits the shell of it as he hums. How did I not notice his presence? Usually I’m a light sleeper. “You didn’t come to bed last night.”

I gasp into the pillow as I catch my breath. When I’ve managed to fill my lungs, I turn my head to find him lying on his side beside me… on the bed.

When did I end up here?

Trip’s elbow is propped up and his head rests in his hand. Trip’s other hand is still buried between my legs. His fingers areslowly working in and out of me—keeping my body humming and reeling.

“Why not?” he presses.

I frown, trying to remember. When I do, I smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

Trip rolls his eyes. His thumb brushes against my clit and I groan. My eyelids flutter shut as I savor the aftershocks. When that’s not enough, my body moves to chase the pleasure. My hips dip into the mattress, trapping Trip’s hand right where it is.

“We may have been a little absent these past few weeks but nothing’s changed,” he says. I open one eye to find him glaring down at me. “We expect our doll to play with us when we play.”

“It’s not an interruption, dollie.” Jason’s voice drifts up from my feet. The covers slide off my body and the bed dips by my hips. “You belong betweenus.”

"Between you?"

Trip pulls his hand out from between my legs as Jason pulls my panties off me. Lips skim up the back of my thighs and a hand grabs my ass. Trip leans forward and captures my mouth. His kiss is lazy. A perfect way to wake up—if I do say so myself.

Jason grips my butt harder, pulling my cheeks apart. Before I can jerk away from Trip’s mouth, Jason’s tongue circles the tight ring of muscle of my back door. Trip inhales my cry of surprise. The sensation is beyond strange. Jason’s tongue circles and teases me. Despite the unusual exploration, the heat and expertise of his tongue has me slowly sinking into the experience. Just as I relax, Jason’s fingers replace Trip’s between my legs—inserting a third one for good measure. Trip devours my second cry. He grins against my mouth before pulling away. I watch as he sits up, his back against the headboard, and throws the covers off his nakedbody.

My eyes sweep down over the tattoos that cover most of his skin. Distracted, I don't see him strike. Trip's fingers dig into my hair, grabbing a mass of curls, and yank me toward him. My yelp is amplified as Jason inserts a fourth finger and applies pressure to my clit with his thumb.

"Come here, dollface. Time to be played with." He tugs my head, not giving me time to protest. I hiss and wince as I'm forced to army crawl toward him. Jason doesn't relent in his assault against my back entrance or my pussy. He follows the twist of my body easily. The sharp bite of pain in my scalp only increases the excitement and delicious coiling of tension in my body.

Trip's hand wraps around his semi-hard dick as I approach.

"Do you see my dick? If you or Jason aren't on it, there's a problem. And if one of you is already there, the other better be fucking the other." He pulls my upper half onto his lap and forces me down onto his cock. Without hesitation, I take him into my mouth and suck. Trip groans. I alternate between hard and gentle sucks, my tongue coaxing him to grow harder. "That's right, dollface, just like that. Get me good and ready for Jason."

Jason's tongue falters as he laughs.

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