Page 122 of Seeking Two Lovers

I gulped, and he crooked a finger at me even as Blaine continued to thrust into his body.

Grey wanted me.

Blaine had made room for me.

They’d reached a conclusion without a vocalized agreement between them, as though they were of one mind.

Wetness hazed my vision as my chest squeezed. Biting harder on my tongue, I stumbled toward the bed on shaking, desperate legs, damn the heels Grey had wanted me to keep on. I climbed over the mattress toward him, the scent of musk and sweat flooding my nose.

“Come here, little minx.” Grey grabbed hold of my waist and easily settled me right where he wanted me. Facing Blaine, my sopping pussy against his hungry mouth.

There were no tender kisses to my clit, no long, lingering licks up my slit like the ones that had driven me mad the weekend before.

Grey shoved his face against my core, tongue and lips devouring the arousal the two of them had brought to life between my thighs.

My heart soared, and my breath caught as my gaze land on Blaine. Black ate at the golden-green of his eyes that seemed to pierce deep inside me. Lips parted, he continued to thrust into Grey, his slack, panting mouth mere feet from mine.

“Lily,” he groaned, and we leaned toward one another as though magnetized. “Need you.”

I grabbed hold of his neck and pulled him closer, and we ate at each other’s mouths as hungrily as Grey did my pussy. Whimpers rolled from me, both men’s moans and gasps the most gorgeous symphony I’d ever heard.

No way in hell was I going to last.

“Gonna come,” I panted against Blaine’s lips—and did so with a shriek, grinding my core all over Grey’s face.

He made appreciative noises, slurping and sucking as I trembled and spasmed while I suspended over his body. I panted against Blaine’s mouth, my hands grasping at his head to keep my balance, Grey’s wide hands spanning my waist holding me steady.

“Beautiful,” Blaine murmured, licking over my lips without losing rhythm with his hips.

Halfway down from my high, I eased back and caught Blaine’s eyes with mine again.

“Suck him?” He rasped out the request, shifting back on his heels enough that Grey no longer bent damn near in half.

Grey’s tongue flicked over my clit, and I shied away. He held me firmly in place, returning to my tightened hole.

His dick strained, pre-cum smeared up over his contracting abs.

My mouth watered, and I grabbed his base, lifting him toward me, pre-cum sliding down to my fingertips.

A flick of my tongue and Blaine thrust hard, jacking Grey’s length clear through to my throat.

I gagged, never more turned on in my life, and Grey groaned. His fingertips dug into my ass cheeks. “Fucking hell. Shit, I’m gonna blow.” The lust in his tone caused my pussy to pulse again.

“Not yet.” Blaine spoke as though through clenched teeth while I worked my tongue and lips over Grey’s hardness, desperate for his cum on my tongue. “I want to watch her suck you while I fuck your tight ass.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Could they be any hotter?

My arousal vamped back up to full-on shovesomethingupmypussyrightthefucknow, every lathe of Grey’s tongue over my slit and asshole bringing another climax to tingling in my spine. I’d never given such a sloppy blow job, but with Blaine’s groin right in front of my face, the sight of his slickened dick stretching Grey’s hole with every thrust…

Best seat in the damn house.

Drool and pre-cum leaked around my mouth, soaking Grey’s base and trimmed pubes. Wetness smeared at the corners of my eyes every time I gagged due to Blaine’s deep thrusts.

Moans, curses, slurps, and grunts filled the air along with the musky scent of sex, and Grey’s mouth brought me back to the edge again.

I decided in that moment I did believe in heaven—on earth, one of our own making.

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