Page 54 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
“That’s it. Relax and let him in,” he whispers.
Grayson eases a little farther forward. I have to focus on continuing to breathe and stay relaxed. It isn’t an easy task with the building pressure inside of me, but there isn’t a single part of me that wants it to stop.
Tucker and I both groan, clutching onto each other as Grayson slides all the way inside of me. I have never felt this full, ever.
It definitely borders on pain, but with every breath I take, pleasure starts to bloom inside of me. I need them to move.
Our minds must be connected because Tucker rambles, “I can’t move much down here, man. I… I… move please.”
“Please, Grayson,” I whimper, trying to move my hips, but it’s kind of impossible right now.
Grayson’s hold on my hips tightens. He eases out a little bit before pushing back in. His pace is slow, but he goes a little further each time.
The stretch and pressure are so much. The feelings overwhelm everything else other than what they feel like inside of me.
Grayson picks up his pace, his hips gently grinding against my ass. Tucker lets out a string of rambled curses. I can tell he’s close.
“It’s like you’re fucking both of us,” Tucker groans.
Grayson growls behind me, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. His fingers slide through my hair, pulling me back toward him.
He leans forward until he’s pressed against my back. His free hand slams against Tucker’s mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” Grayson growls.
His hips are thrusting even harder because as much as he might not want to admit it, he is fucking both of us into oblivion right now.
He’s hitting nerve endings inside of me I never knew existed, but now I’m never going to be able to forget. My eyes lock with Tucker, and I see the exact moment he falls into pure bliss.
I’m mere seconds behind him.
My pussy clenches and quivers around them as the waves of pleasure roll through me. Grayson gently bites my shoulder as he stutters inside of me and comes.
None of us moves a muscle as our minds and bodies settle back into reality. We are nothing but a mess of sweat, sex, and pure ecstasy.
“Holy shit,” Grayson finally mutters.
Tucker says something, but I don’t understand, with Grayson’s hand still covering his mouth. He shifts his hand away with a mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Holy shit is right. That was…” he trails off. “I have no words.”
Grayson pulls away, and Warren is there pulling me off Tucker. He lays me back on the bed, cleaning me up with a washcloth.
“Did you like that?” he asks.
“What do you think?” I joke.
“I would say yes by how hard you came, but I just wanted to check.”
This guy.“It was amazing.”
He nods, and then he’s sliding his huge hoodie over my head. He helps me shimmy into a pair of panties before maneuvering the covers over me.
“Wait. I thought I was going to go home tonight,” I say, but don’t move from under the covers.
“Let me have just one more night with you in my bed,” Warren says, climbing in beside me.
I’ll sleep here every night if you want me to.Where did that thought come from?
