Page 88 of Seeking Two Lovers

“His dick is leaking.” Grey swallowed hard.

My pussy clenched down on nothing, and I let out another whine of need and frustration.

“He’s rolling a rubber down over his length while staring at your ass.” Grey squeezed my cheeks, massaging hard enough he gave Blaine a peek at my hole. “But this is mine tonight. He’s going to fill your pussy.”

Good. Fucking. God.

I gulped.

Grey finally looked at me. “Sit on his cock, Lily. Let him ease the ache in the pussy you’re grinding all over my abs.” His lips curled upward as heat flooded my cheeks.

I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing so.

He set me on my legs but held my waist while spinning me to face the bed.

Blaine lay sprawled on his back in the middle of the mattress, stroking down over his sheathed length. Red flushed his chest and face, and he stared at me with parted lips swollen from our kisses.

Instinctively, I crawled onto the bed, imagining sitting on his dick until he stuffed me full.

“Fuck, that ass.” Grey groaned behind me, and I hovered over Blaine, our gazes locked.

“Lily,” he murmured my name, his fingers weaving through my hair that blanketed around our heads.

Lowering, I shifted my soaked lower lips over his hot length while my mouth ghosted over his. I yearned for the connection between us—physical and emotional. Diving into his soul, learning him inside and out, became my mission as much as getting his gorgeous dick inside my body. Both of us panted, and the second I shifted to notch the tip of him into me, we both moaned.

Our lips smashed together, and he thrust, filling me to the point I gasped and stiffened at the sudden, stinging fullness.

“Sorry…fuck, Lily, I’m sorry,” he whispered harshly against my lips, his upper body curled to keep in contact with my mouth.

I exhaled through my nose and forced myself to relax. He peppered kisses over my cheeks and eyelids, and my body slowly acclimated to his thickness stretching the hell out of me. The sting faded, leaving behind a sweet ache for more.

“Sorry,” he murmured again, his dick lodged up against my cervix, hard and pulsing, right where I wanted him.

“I’m good,” I whispered my assurance, a swell of longing to hold his heart close to mine stinging my eyes.

Lubed fingers slid down through my crack, and I sagged against Blaine with a groan, all the air in my lungs rushing out as my forehead rested onto his clavicle.

So close…

“Okay?” Blaine whispered against the top of my head.

“Yeah,” I managed a strangled whisper.

Grey’s finger slid into my ass with ease, pulling another moan from me at the fullness I’d been dreaming about.

Blaine cursed, his shifting hips rubbing my clit over his lower abs.

Tingles raced over my skin that the probe of Grey’s finger deep inside me couldn’t hinder.

I was going to come.

Hard.

“Grey,” I whisper-sobbed, pressing back even though I had no place to go.

He slid his hand down my spine while he stroked over Blaine’s dick through my inner wall separating their skin. “He’s got you stuffed full, but you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, please.” I sounded like a needy whore, but standing on the verge of my number one fantasy fulfilled, what woman wouldn’t?

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