Grant’s head fell back on his shoulders, but his hands never left Grace’s body. He was skimming them over her torso, up over her breasts and she wished she were naked, wanting to feel the rough rasp of his fingers against her nipples.
Reaching around behind her, she quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it aside before working to free the buttons on Grant’s shirt while she continued to watch the two men. They were beautiful. Dark hair, bronzed skin covering all that hard muscle, and a longing heat in their eyes that spoke to her on so many levels. She was pretty sure she could’ve been content watching them.
But joining in was much more fun.
“I need you naked,” Grant mumbled as he lifted his head and opened his eyes, pinning her with a dazed look. “Both of you.”
“What are you waiting for?” Lane asked, grinning.
“I just have one question,” Grace stated, and both men stopped moving, giving her their full attention.
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Grant wasn’t about to panic, but he was watching Gracie carefully.
Her eyes roamed from his face, slowly down over his body and then back up. He held his breath, waiting to hear what she had to say.
“Are boots still optional?” she asked deadpan, and Grant nearly swallowed his tongue.
Laughing, Lane moved around to where Gracie stood. Wrapping his thick arms around her, he lifted her and tossed her onto her bed, coming down on top of her, boots and all.
“Do you want us to keep our boots on, baby? Cuz I’m good with that,” Lane teased.
Grant wasn’t leaving his boots on, dammit. In less than two minutes, he was naked and in desperate need of touching one or both of them in the next few seconds.
He managed to playfully shove Lane off Gracie, scooping her up into his arms and pulling her on top of him. “I prefer no boots,” he told her. “At least this time. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for experimentation later.”
Gracie’s eyebrows shot up and Grant lifted his head to meet her mouth before she could say anything. She tasted sweet and spicy, and Grant loved the feel of her warm, smooth skin against his hands. He trailed them over her back, down over her flawless rounded ass until he landed on her smooth, silky thighs. He worked his way back up, but Gracie lifted her hips and he realized what she was requesting.
With ease, he slid his hands between them and quickly unhooked the button on her shorts. She was naked from the waist up, but Lane was already working on getting her all the way there. The man had shed his own clothes in record time too and was working to slide her shorts down her hips.
Grant repositioned when Gracie did, holding her tightly against him when Lane relieved her of her shorts. Grant locked his lips with hers, his hands finding her pert breasts as she moaned into his mouth. She was hot and sweet, her soft skin pressed against him everywhere.
Heaven.
When the bed dipped from Lane’s weight, Grant moved again, offering him as much room as possible. In doing so, Gracie turned, meeting Lane’s mouth with her own while Grant trailed his lips down her neck, inhaling the sweet sexy scent of her skin as he left a trail heading south.
With Lane perched beside them, they were a jumble of hands and mouths as they trailed kisses along Gracie’s sexy little body, and Grant had to wonder whether Lane was having as difficult a time restraining himself as he was. God, she made him ache for her. And it didn’t help that Lane, in all of his naked glory, was brushing up against him, their legs scraping against one another, Lane’s hands drifting lazily over his skin every so often.
“Don’t move,” Lane demanded, his head lifting enough that their eyes met.
Grant didn’t have to wonder whom he was talking to because his dark gaze was locked on Grant’s face.
It was then that Lane disappeared, but he didn’t go far. Grant couldn’t see him because Gracie was still on top of him, her thighs gripping his hips as he fondled her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said on a sigh.
When he pulled her up his body so that he could reach her breast with his mouth, Grant thought for a brief second that he was going to lose it. Lane’s hands rested on his thighs, and Grant waited for what would come next.
“Yes!” Gracie moaned loudly, her head falling back, her chest thrusting forward. Grant took advantage of the opportunity, sucking her nipple into his mouth while his hands roamed down her back to her ass. On instinct, he gripped her soft flesh, pulling her butt cheeks apart to give Lane a better view of what he imagined was the sweetest pussy they’d ever know.
“Fuck. You’re wet, baby,” Lane growled from the end of the bed. “So wet.”
Grant was suddenly jealous that he wasn’t able to see what Lane was doing. As it was, he could feel Lane’s hand every so often along the hard ridge of his cock. But the man didn’t stop to play with him, he simply continued to torment Gracie while he gave them a play by play.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight. Do you like that? Oh, yeah. Two fingers.”
“Oh, God,” Gracie cried out. “Don’t stop, Lane. Oh, don’t stop.”
“Aww, damn. You like to be finger fucked, don’t you, baby? Do you want to come for us?”
“Yes, yes. God, yes.”
Gracie was thrusting back against Lane, and Grant had no choice but to release her breast while he watched her. She was perched above him; her head tipped back, the smooth column of her neck made his mouth water with the need to taste her there. Her neck was sensitive; he’d already realized that the last time they’d been here.
“I’ve gotta taste you,” Lane said, but Grant doubted Gracie heard him. Her body thrashed against him and when Lane leaned forward, his weight pressing against Grant’s thighs, Grant was surprised she didn’t come up off the bed.
“Fuck,” Grant groaned. Yeah, he hadn’t thought this all the way through. If he didn’t get a grip on himself, he was going to end this – at least his part in this – before it ever got started.
And that would be a total shame.
Because now Lane’s mouth was on his cock and he wasn’t shy about it either.
And just like the last time, his wicked tongue sent Grant spiraling into orbit.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” he mumbled over and over, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure accosted him.
Gracie shifted off of him, leaving Grant free to look down the length of his body to see Lane bent down between Grant’s legs. His cock was deep in Lane’s blissfully hot mouth and he was scared he was going to come before he was ready.
“So good,” he growled, reaching down to grab hold of Lane’s hair. “Don’t make me come, dammit.”
“You taste good,” Lane told him when he let Grant slip from his mouth. But then, thankfully, Lane’s attention was diverted to Gracie which gave Grant a moment to breathe. A moment to rein himself in.
“Come here, baby. I want to taste you now.”
Grant assisted by reaching for Gracie, pulling her on top of him again, but this time he had her on her back above him.
“Fuck yes,” Lane groaned. “This is like fucking heaven.”
And that was the moment Grant learned exactly what Lane meant.
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Lane was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven. The only thing that could’ve possibly been better would’ve been if they were on a beach somewhere. Then again, the sand wouldn’t have been conducive for what he had planned, so no… Nothing could’ve been better than this.
With Gracie sprawled on top of Grant, Lane had a smorgasbord laid out in front of him, and he found his hands were shaking with the need that coursed through his veins. Forcing Grant’s legs farther apart, Lane crawled up onto the bed once again, trying to get comfortable. As he leaned forward, he brushed his fingers through the soft curls between Gracie’s legs before separating her pussy lips and exposing her to his gaze. Her body tensed slightly as she tried to
get closer to his mouth.
Huffing out a laugh, Lane leaned in and slid his tongue through her soft, wet folds. He lapped at her gently, slowly, unwilling to rush because he’d been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. Shifting, he managed to free one hand, using one to hold her lips open as he teased her clit and the other to stroke Grant’s heavily veined cock. He was silky-smooth between his fingers.
“Lane,” Gracie moaned. “More. I need more.”