Tentatively, I placed feather-light kisses over her thighs and her pubic mound. Instinctively I wanted to be so much rougher with her, but I didn’t know whether to go with that. Gentle couldn’t be a mistake, not judging by the way she writhed beneath my touch and threaded her hands into my hair and held my head against her.
Holly Mary.
“Good Lord, Grace.” She let go of my hair, and I raised my head. “I’m not... I’m gonna... Grace.” Scrambled brains rolled about inside my head.
“Noah, fuck me,” she said.
“Condom?” I didn’t have any. I didn’t expect this at all.
“I’m, er, I’ve got birth control covered, Noah. You’re too late if that’s what you're worried about.”
“Yeah, right?” Diseases? I thought. And quickly dismissed it. I’d been with a total of no one. So I was safe. I didn’t question her meaning. I’d assumed she was pregnant, but she might’ve meant she was on the pill.
And as for diseases, she’d been with the twins who always used condoms.
I climbed up on top of her. It looked straightforward in those videos I’d seen, and my instincts were all kicking in telling me what to do. Nevertheless, it seemed like arms and legs were in the way, and getting our bodies aligned wasn’t as simple as it should have been. But after a little inexperienced fumbling, my dick slipped into her tight, wet, hot heaven.
Grace gazed at me with an expression that mirrored my own emotions: a mix of joy and serene happiness.
I wanted to make it last, but I had to accept occasional failure in my lifetime. So I kissed her passionately while our bodies gave in to baser needs.
In a terribly short time period I shot into her, a sensation like nothing I’d ever known, but I refused to crash on top of her when I knew she deserved better than that.
She deserved more.
So while she appeared to moan with pleasure, I slipped off her and moved down the bed to get my head between her thighs. Knowing she teetered on the edge of orgasm, I was determined to make it happen and experience it with her.
Two fingers slipped inside her with ease, and I pushed them deep into the wet heat, exploring the channel that had milked my cock only a moment earlier. What she wanted was obvious as my fingers thrust in and out. Without thinking, I brought my mouth into play as well. I wanted to make it feel extra good for her, and I longed to taste her. My cum mingled with hers. So hot! So intimate.
When, with a weak and ragged breath, she finally begged me to stop, I was ready to go again. And after a long cuddle, I tempted her to straddle me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
GRACE MILLER
I’ve become a slut who wants at least three cocks, well, let’s be honest, at least four.
Bliss. The warm sun, shining through the window. Lying in the arms of a sweet, loving man. His morning wood, making a statement in the bed, calling for me to enjoy him again.
And yet, even as Noah held me so tight and treated me so well, the creeping emptiness still sat with me, reminding me of something wrong.
It wasn’t anything to do with Noah. No. He was a perfect lover. Surprising, really.
Just like Ryan.
Just like Sam.
But their absence? My heart felt it.
And what about Brandon? Let’s add him too. Anyone else?
Like I was some natural born slut who couldn’t possibly survive with only one man.
As tempting as it was to use that morning wood for something a lot more fun, I decided I should get up and be a good host. We were in my house.
I didn’t know what everyone else would say if they knew I’d had Noah in my bed overnight.
I slid off the bed, leaving him alone.
My legs ached as I pulled on my robe that had been dropped on the floor.
It was a good ache.
My auto-piloting, half-asleep mind forgot I’d moved home and who I might run into beyond my bedroom door. The fact that my bedroom was completely different, and boxes surrounded my bed, should have forced me fully awake. But by the time I left the bedroom, I was still half asleep and half sleepwalking.
But standing right there at the far end of the hallway as I stepped out were my new to-be stepbrothers. Ryan and Sam, topless and in gym shorts with their would-be tops slung over their shoulders, looked back at me as if I’d just interrupted a hushed private conversation, and not for the first time.
The twins were sweat covered and sexy as hell. And I probably shouldn’t have noticed that after what had happened between Noah and me. But I was insatiable when it came to these guys.
Smiles came to their faces while their eyes flitted up and down my form.