Page 53 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
I roll my eyes but pause. “Then what do you mean?”
They share a look. “What if we’re both in your pussy at the same time?” Grayson asks.
There’s no escaping the way my heart rate instantly speeds up at his words, a result of wariness and raging lust.
“Remember, you said you trust us,” Tucker says, angling my face back toward him. “We won’t hurt you. I promise. But if this isn’t something you want, we’re fine with that, too.”
I can’t deny I’m a little nervous, but the thought of them both sliding inside of me at the same time makes me even wetter than I already was after everything Warren and I just did.
“I want to try,” I tell them.
Tucker grins, giving me a quick peck on the lips. Grayson doesn’t move from his spot beside me, like he’s frozen.
“Snap out of it, Jones,” Tucker says as he shucks off the rest of his clothes.
Grayson blinks a couple of times. He glares at Tucker, but when he looks back at me, all the fight leaves his features.
He cups my face. “Sorry. I just got lost in my head.”
“Doyouwant to do this?” I ask him.
“More than you know, love.”
Tucker lies down beside me. He swings me over, so I’m straddling him. I moan as his grip on my hips helps me lower myself onto his length.
He groans, arching his head back into the pillows. “Come here,” he says on a heavy exhale.
I lean down until we’re chest to chest.
“Just move your hips against me. Do whatever feels good.”
I do as he says. My clit grinds against his pelvis with each circle of my hips.
I feel the bed shift behind us, and then Grayson’s hand smoothing up and down my back. I hear a cap click open. Then, one of Grayson’s fingers presses at my entrance where Tucker is already inside of me.
He doesn’t move any further, though, even when I press my hips back against him.
“Are you scared to touch my dick?” Tucker asks.
“No,” Grayson says.
“Then just do it. Our girl clearly wants it. Don’t you, Sunshine?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan, continuing to move my hips.
Slowly, his finger slides in. He quickly adds a second. I moan, grinding harder against the perfect stretch.
“I think she’s ready,” Tucker breathes out shakily.
Peeking over my shoulder, I see Grayson smirk as he pulls his fingers free. I immediately want them back—or maybe I don’t.
As soon as he squirts lube all over his cock, I know that’s what I want.
“Is Sienna the one that’s ready, or are you the one that’s about to blow your load before we even get to the main event?”
Normally Tucker would be snapping back at him with a witty remark, but he just grunts back a “fuck you” like he’s terrified to release his control for a single moment.
Grayson presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, and his cock is right there. He eases the tip inside. I gasp into Tucker’s neck as his hands caress up and down my spine.
