Page 81 of Not A Whisper

Naked.

Sweating.

Entangled.

And utterly mesmerizing.

Grant lies beneath everyone. I can tell because I know those long, muscular, runner’s legs anywhere. They’re spread wide to allow for Trip to kneel between. I stare at the muscles and tattoos rippling along his back, his toned ass tightening with every hard thrust forward. My mouth grows dry as I inch closer. Between Grant and Trip, Jason is being thoroughly ravished. He holds onto the headboard, just above Grant’s head. Jason’s head is thrown back and sweat slides down the sides of his face. Another trickle of sweat races down his bare back. His heavy pants are interwoven between his groans and whines. Trip’s thrusts push him forward, but Jason pushes back with eagerness. As I draw nearer, I realize that every time Jason drives his hips back, he’s sinking onto Grant’s cock beneath him.

Oh. Two at once?There?

My soft gasp of surprise alerts the others of my presence.

Trip’s head jerks in my direction. His jaw is clenched tight with concentration, even as his pace slows. Jason’s brows, pinched together and curved upward in the middle, relax, and the smile that stretches his mouth is so painfully handsome that I could swoon. And Grant? The lazy, one-sided smile he sends me with hooded eyes makes my knees weak.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise seeing them all like this, it’s just… Rarely do I get the chance to experience the three of them like this. It needs to happen more often because this is absolutely scorching hot.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” Grant draws, his grip on Jason’s thighs tightening. I can tell only because the divots in Jason’s skin deepen. Grant nudges his head toward the others. “Up to playing, dollface?”

Jason lets go of the headboard, sits up and pats Grant’s chest. “Come here, dollie. Let me bury myself in you.”

With his dick jetting upward, leaking and red, sinking down onto Jason while straddling Grant does sound tempting.Butwouldn’t now be the absolute perfect time to use what I just purchased? A smile spreads across my face as my anticipation causes my heart to hammer hard in my chest.

“I could sit there,” I flash them a sly smile. “Or, maybe, if Trip’s up to it…”

Trip stills, his eyes narrowing on the black plastic bag in my hand. I reach in and pull out the toy I purchased. Grant throws back his head and laughs hard. Jason joins him a second later, which cuts off Grant’s and causes Trip to groan as his hips surge forward until they are flush against Jason’s butt.

“Yeah right,” Grant manages to get out, his chuckle strained. “There’s no way Trip’s going to let you take his ass.”

“You want topegme, dollface?” Trip shakes his head, but his lips twitch with amusement.

I shrug. “I’m open to trying it with anyone, you just happento be the easiest to access right now.” I look at the purple strap-on, then back at him. “I don’t know how to use it, you’d have to direct me, but I feel like I’m a good student.”

“You do know how to listen when you’re not being a brat,” he confirms, but he doesn’t give me an answer right away.

Jason moves his hips, seeking the friction his body craves. “If he says no, I’ll let you give it a go, dollie.”

I flash him a grin which he and Grant return.

Trip opens and closes his mouth, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face as he considers it. If he’s not into backdoor play, I’m certainly not going to push. We all have our limits. But it would be fun…

Grant’s still grinning, shaking his head as if he can read Trip’s thoughts and knows he’s going to object. We’re all surprised, however, when Trip lets out a long, shaky sigh and nods once.

“Fine. Let’s do this,” Trip grunts as Jason leans into him. “Grab the lube and come behind me—I’ll guide you. But it’s only going to happenjustthis one time.”

I squeal with excitement, which spurs a laugh from my guys, and then I start to undress.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Jason snickers. “And now look where I’m?—”

Trip jerks his hips forward, causing Jason to yelp and cringe. I laugh at their antics as I scramble up onto the bed with them. It takes me a second to figure out how to wrap the straps around my hips, but I know I’ve done it right when the ribbed area on the patch opposite the purple dildo rubs my clit just right.

While I was figuring things out, the guys started moving again. They move slower now, not as primal or demanding. There’s a languid flow to their movements as they wait for me to join them.

“Oh,” I breathe as the ribbing rubs against me as I scoot, on my knees, toward Trip.

Unable to resist touching him, I drop the small bottle of lube that came with my purchase onto the bed and reach for him. My hands land on his shoulder blades and slide upward. I can feel Trip shudder before he leans back into my palms. I lean forward and kiss along his shoulder and up his neck. He turns his head and captures my mouth hungrily. Our tongues meet and clash.

Trip breaks it harshly and takes a loud deep breath. “Take the lube and get your fingers coated, dollface. I need you to work me up tothat.”

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