Page 35 of Seeking Two Lovers

He followed me down, grunting and rutting into my pulsing pussy until he shuddered, his dick swelling and twitching inside me. “Hell, woman.” Hot exhales ghosted over my neck, and Scott pushed his hips tighter against me, the tip of him jabbing my cervix.

I hissed at the slight hint of pain, and he shivered again, resting some of his weight against my back. Sweat lay like a sheet between us, hot and slick.

“Okay?” he murmured against my ear, that tongue of his lapping up the side of my neck and sending shivers clear to my toes.

“Mmhmm.” Completely spent, I soaked in the warmth of his hard body pressing me deeper into the mattress.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered and flicked his tongue out to trace the shell, causing goosebumps to ripple over my skin.

He sounded…needy, something first impressions hadn’t suggested Scott would be.

At all.

The desire for more I’d never experienced before, to nurture and soothe him, swam through my blood.

I should have lit out like a scared little rabbit with all the feels he woke inside me.

But I didn’t move.

11

BLAINE

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my dick hard and my thoughts on Lily. Even though I’d sounded like a moron when we’d had lunch together, she’d still asked for my number. She wanted to get to know me.

Was she blind?

Deaf?

Or did she see beyond my obvious insecurities and social shortcomings?

Grey had, and I’d learned to relax around him, to be comfortable in my own skin when with him. Could I reach that place with her? Given enough time, I supposed I could. I grabbed my cell off the table beside my bed and pulled up her name.

Coffee girl.

Even knowing her true identity, I couldn’t help but grin. Lily would always be associated with coffee and sweet blueberry muffins in my head. Add in the memory of the subtle scent of vanilla that hovered around her, and saliva started to pool in my mouth.

Ignoring my aching dick, I typed slowly…deleted a few letters, started from scratch…backspace two words…

“Fuck, I suck at this.” I scrubbed a hand over my face and backspaced everything I’d typed out. “Do it, chickenshit.” Lips in a firm line, I went with one short and to the point question. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?

Grey had a friend gathering at our place, a surprise party for his secretary, and I didn’t want to have to hide in my room the entire time like usual whenever he had a get-together. I couldn’t handle the noise, the laughter, all the…bodies in our space.

It was always too much.

I hit send before I could overthink asking Lily out for a second time. Staring at the line I’d written, I waited. Chewed on two fingernails. Released an exasperated breath when she didn’t reply within five minutes.

“Get over yourself,” I muttered.

I hauled my ass out of bed and hopped in the shower, needing to take care of the buildup of cum I’d been ignoring since our lunch together. Running with the first fantasy to pop into mind, I envisioned trailing my hands up the back of Lily’s thighs while sinking into her sweet body.

She would be tight. Hot. So tiny compared to me…fuck, she would feel divine wrapped around my dick.

I fucked into my fist, imagining her heels pulling against my ass as she moaned and begged me for more.

The shower beat down on me as I jerked myself, my lips parted in a pant, water droplets slipping over my mouth. My balls pulled upward, and I tugged them down with a groan.

Open up, I imagined Grey telling Lily, watching as he held her head, shifting her mouth toward his hard cock. He would smear his pre-cum over her lips before shoving over her tongue.

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