Page 82 of Not A Whisper

I nod eagerly. Reaching for the lube, I do as requested. Trip grabs Jason’s hips and uses him to brace himself as he leans forward.

“Remember how Jason did it your first time?”

“God that was fucking magical,” Jason croaks. “ You were so tight and?—”

Grant groans. “Shut up. I’m not going to last with us talking like this.”

The three of us laugh at the strain in Grant’s voice. At the same time, I slide a finger through Trip’s butt cheeks. He stiffens as I find the entrance to his back door. My giggle doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You’re too excited about this,” he mutters.

“Just breathe,” I say a little too sweetly, repeating Jason’s direction that he’d given to me the first time we played like this.

I press my body against Trip’s back just as he sucks in a deep, shaky breath. My lips skim the back of his neck before finding the sensitive part in the crook and sucking gently. Trip’s body trembles again but relaxes. My finger sinks into his body. He hisses and clenches around me. My other hand slides around his waist and up his chest. I can’t help but admire allthe dips and plains. As he moves his hips to sink into Jason, I work with him until we find a rhythm.

“Another finger, dollface,” Trip gasps.

I hum, pleased and oh so turned on by the control he’s giving me. Or at least making me believe I have. There’s no doubt that Trip is definitely in charge of this moment—despite the two fingers I have inside of him.

“You good, Trip?” Grant asks.

He’s watching us intently, his eyes hooded. With a flush face and mouth slightly parted, I could almost believe he’s enjoying this as much as I am, maybe even more than Trip.

“Good,” Trip bites out. “I’m ready, dollface. It’s now or never.”

“Why isn’t there a fucking mirror above the headboard?” Jason complains. “I want to watch.”

“Next time,” I promise.

Trip shakes his head as my fingers retreat. “This is only happening once andonlyfor our doll.”

I lube the toy swiftly, savoring how powerful I feel with my own cock in my hand. When it’s thoroughly coated, I shuffle forward. Positioning the toy where my fingers had been, I wrap my other arm around Trip and splay my hand across his chest.

“Breathe, handsome,” I whisper and slide my hips forward.

Trip stills with a loud hiss as the tip of my silicone penis disappears inside of him. I freeze with him. Grant snickers and Jason’s body shakes. When Trip doesn’t move, Jason takes over, seeking his pleasure.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Can Trip hear the heavy weight of need in my words? I’m so turned on by this heady experience. More so than I ever thought possible. All I want to do is slam home and rub my body all over him. My nipples have hardened and the way the ribbing of the toy isgently brushing against my clit has me just as breathless as the guys. “Do you want me to keep going?”

Careful not to move my hips, I lean forward and lick up his neck. “Please tell your doll what you want her to do. Let me make this good for you, Trip.”

“Listen to her,” Jason spits out through gritted teeth. “She’s such a good doll.”

“The best,” Grant agrees, his voice practically a growl.

Trip sucks in a shaky breath. “Keep going, dollface.”

“Yes,sir,” I whisper into his ear with a smile. His body shakes with quiet laughter, but it’s cut off as I move my hips forward. It’s not an entirely smooth descent. Jason’s movements are working against us.

“Ah! Fuck!” he hisses, his back bowing. I start to slow but Trip whips his head back and forth. “Keep going!”

Pleased, my fingernails dig into his chest as the rest of my body draws nearer to his. When my breasts press against the tattoos on his back, I’ve bottomed out.

“Don’t stop,” Trip groans. “Move, dollface.”

“Like this?” I pull my hips back slightly and slide forward in one smooth motion. It drags out a harsh cry from Trip.

“Yes. Justlikethatdon’tstop,” he says quickly and breathlessly.

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