Page 69 of Seeking Two Lovers

“I want you to come all over my cock, Lily.” Grey slid his fingers down over my pussy, rubbing around where he rocked into me, up and over my clit.

Blaine pressed in closer, his teeth scraping over my breast as the slick head of his dick smeared over my thigh with every tug on his length.

Dead. I’m literally dead and flying with angels.

Tingles raced from my nipples to my clit, and I ground back against Grey.

I wanted to beg him to touch me, to strum the fuck out of my clit, but my bladder lay near bursting.

My body awash with heat, I burned from the inside out.

Should have fucking peed, damnit!

“Need you both to come,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“You first,” Grey growled into my ear, his hard chest pressing against my back while those hips of his wrecked me in the best way possible.

“Can’t,” I gasped out as his dick poked at my cervix. “Gotta…pee.”

“Don’t care.” Grey slammed back into me, ripping a moan from my lips. “Need to feel you squeeze the life out of my cock, drain my balls. Soak my bed if that’s what it’ll take.”

Blaine tore his lips off my breast and claimed my mouth with a deep groan at Grey’s haggard voice. Wet heat erupted against my thigh, and Blaine shuddered, whimpering while ejaculating on my skin.

“Fuck…Lily…” Grey cursed…at the noises Blaine emitted while releasing. “Please.”

I gave into his desire and let my climax pull me under.

No urine squirted from my body, thank fuck, but in those seconds of euphoric bliss of having Grey drag and shove through my pulsing core, I wouldn’t have cared if I’d wet his mattress. Would have served him right for being a fucking god of delicious dick.

I giggled while coming down, assigning another nickname to the man releasing into the condom deep inside my body.

Grey, God of Fucking.

“What’s so funny?” he muttered the second he came to a gasping rest, his body and breath hot along my entire back, his hands in a possessive hold on my waist.

“I…um…” My face warmed, and Blaine peered at me with the most beautifully sated eyes I’d ever seen in my damn life.

“What?” he prompted, his slow smile sending a tingling warmth through my chest.

“I might make nicknames for people?” I stated more like a question. “A…surname sort of thing. It’s an unfortunate habit of Haley’s I picked up.”

“What’s mine?” Blaine asked.

“Um…” I called him Mr. Yummy, but the name Haley had assigned to him had been in my brain long before she’d voiced it. The idea of stating that one out loud heated my face. God knew, it would embarrass the hell out of him.

Grey slid his hand up my torso and pinched my nipple. “You’ve gotta tell us now. Not letting you out of this bed until you do.”

“That’s not exactly a punishment,” I stated with a giggle, wiggling my ass against his groin even though I really had to pee.

“Mmm, I beg to differ. You have no idea the agony I could inflict.” He licked over my nape, clear up to my ear while easing his dick from my pussy. “I’m the god of climax withholding.”

“God of Fucking, more like it,” I murmured the name I’d given him absently, lost in the sensations of his lips beneath my lobe.

Blaine barked a laugh, and Grey chuckled. “He does not need that ego stroke. Tell me that’s not really what you call him in your head.”

“Um…it is? But surfer dude was first.”

Another laugh rumbled through Blaine’s chest. “Appropriate.”

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