Page 67 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“No, but I’m willing to try.” A sex swing? I’d only read about them.
Grif picked me up and placed me in the hammock-chair thing in the corner.
“I got this one time when I was injured and fell in love with it. It’ll help take the weight off, but we can still have some fun,” he told me, helping adjust everything.
My pussy wept as I imagined what shenanigans we could get up to.
“Comfortable?” He fixed the height so my pussy was right at his hard and ready dick.
“Very.” I felt nice and secure in the swing. Safe. No twinges.
“Do you want me to play with you or would you just like to fuck?” he offered, eyes devouring my naked body.
“Green. Rail me like you’re driving that hot sports car of yours on a road with no speed limit,” I told him.
Grabbing onto the straps on the swing, he slid right into me, filling me.
I gasped as he entered me hard and fast. This time, it hit different. Literally. He got my sweet spot over and over, sending tiny tremors through my body.
My breath hitched, then came out in little pants as I squeezed him tight.Divine.
He shifted his position slightly. An orgasm shot through me as my pussy fluttered.
“That’s it, fall apart,” he whispered, continuing to pound me. “You look so pretty in my swing.”
“It feels so good, you fuck me so good,” I moaned, loving every moment.
“One day, Dean can join us. He’ll touch you while I fuck you.” His voice was growly again and sweat rolled down his brow.
The idea of the handsome, sweet goalie’s hands touching my clit, his lips caressing my breast, while Grif fucked me, made wetness trickle down my thigh.
He didn’t slow the pace. His desire flooded the room, igniting my desire, my baser alpha instincts.
“Grif,” I screamed, as I shattered into a million little pieces. Another orgasm consumed me until only pleasure remained.
Chapter Twenty-One
Verity
The sound of something being set down riffled through my consciousness, as did movement. Did I need to open my eyes? Nah. Grif had such a comfortable bed.
I reached out for him. His hand scooped me up and tossed me so that I laid across him. After we’d fucked a few more times, we’d showered off and climbed into his bed, naked. Showering with him was nice, since he made the best handrail.
The bed moved. Odd, since I wasonGrif.
My eyes fluttered open. The room was lit by only the nightstand lamp. Dean crawled into the other side of the bed, stark-naked.
“Good date? The place smells divine. I’ll stay on this side of Grif, but feel free to make moves on me while I’m sleeping.” Dean added a saucy wink.
I blinked, like doing so would sweep away the cobwebs from my brain. Dean wasnaked.Like Grif, he had muscles galore and a nice, thick cock.
“Dean. What time is it?” Grif mumbled.
“One thirty. Verity, I put your phone and purse on the nightstand. Your clothes are on the chair. I left the rest in the living room. But I didn’t find your panties.”
I sat up. “One thirty? Whoops. I didn’t mean to stay so long.”
“Little Alpha, you're welcome to have a sleepover. I’ll even make breakfast,” Dean said sleepily.
