Page 103 of Craving Their Mate

“I thought you wanted to wash us.” Rider actually sounded a bit forlorn.

“I don’t trust you not to lose control.”

Before they could argue, she quickly rinsed under the shower and stepped out. The men didn’t say a word, but she suspected they were communicating telepathically. No telling what they were planning.

Paris toweled off and headed for the bed. She’d just pulled back the covers and sheets when both men barreled out of the bathroom. While they weren’t dripping wet, they hadn't taken a lot of time drying off either.

Both stood at the end of the bed, looking like they wanted to eat her—which was fine by her. “Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“Just let us love you. Have you ever had two cocks at the same time?” Grayson asked.

“A few times, but never with men who are so well-endowed.”

Grayson grinned. “We’ll be gentle.”

Rider nudged him. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You know what Paris does to you. You lack control.”

She loved their banter. No doubt it was to relax her. “No fighting.”

“Don’t worry,” Rider said. “Grayson and I have it all worked out.”

“What does that mean?”

Grayson climbed onto the bed, laid down next to her, and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her, gently at first and then with more passion. When he begged for entrance, she welcomed him in. His teeth were a bit sharp, causing her to take care.

The bed dipped behind her. Rider placed his hands on her rear. “I’m going to lift you onto your knees.”

Not wanting to break the delicious kiss with Grayson, Paris scooted onto her knees. Rider leaned against her back, reached around her, and gently rubbed his palms against her nipples. As amazing as it was, the double sensation made it difficult to concentrate.

Grayson broke the kiss. “How about sucking my cock? I think Rider wants to do something.”

She’d never complain to either of those two things happening, but all of this was a bit new. Yes, she’d been in bed with both of them together, but they’d taken turns. Having both at the same time would scatter her thoughts.

Grayson lifted his dick and waved it. “Sorry. Rider was distracting me,” she said.

“That’s okay. Do what feels right. There is no right or wrong way.”

Grayson was so understanding. She leaned over, grabbed hold of his cock, and slid her mouth down his length—or as far as she could manage.

“Jeez, Paris. That feels so fucking good.”

She smiled, causing her to lose a bit of suction. Wanting to please him more, she pumped her fist up and down while she twirled her tongue around the tip.

Rider placed his cock against her rear and then dragged his hands down her back. The soothing strokes were mesmerizing and relaxing. When he leaned over and kissed her shoulder, she melted at his touch. His tenderness always surprised her.

Grayson reached out and pulled her off his cock. “I’m about to blow.”

If she hadn’t noticed the pre-cum on the surface, she wouldn’t have believed him. He lifted up on one elbow and drew her to his lips with the other hand. The kiss was slow and seductive. Between Rider caressing her body and Grayson’s kiss, she was putty in their hands.

Only when Rider slid a thumb inside her muscled ring did she tense.

“None of that,” Rider begged. “I’m not sure how much longer I can wait. These last two days have been torture.”

The angst in his voice assured her that everything he was about to do was with love. She relaxed her rear the best she could. With each twist of his thumb, the more comfortable she became. It was when he pressed on some nerve that she almost came.

Needing air, Paris lifted her head. “I’m ready,” she announced, even though she wasn’t sure which man she was addressing.

Grayson cupped her face and then stroked her cheek. He was probably trying to take her mind off the next few seconds while Rider entered her. He didn’t need to worry. She wanted this.

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