“She tastes amazing, right? Like sin and sex. A pretty little temptation to lead us astray,” Griff says to Hunter before pulling his fingers free.
“Addictive, like a drug made just for me,” he agrees.
“Us.” Griffen laughs. “Hold her for me.”
“Guys,” I warn them, knowing we are taking things too far.
They ignore me, naturally. Hunter lifts me and slides his hands under my thighs, urging me to wrap them around his hips.
I can feel how hard he is through the denim of his jeans. For a second, I find myself mad at the material. If it wasn’t there, he’d be able to slide right inside me.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, reminding myself that this is a bad idea, but then Griff’s hands are on my ass. He trails his fingers down, running them over my wetness once more. Just as I relax slightly, justifying that it’s nothing more than a little heavy petting, I feel something far thicker than Griff’s fingers at my entrance.
I try to protest, but Hunter’s mouth slams down on mine, swallowing my objections as Griff’s cock shoves into me with one brutal thrust.
I scream in Hunter’s mouth. His grip on my thighs tightens to the point of pain. The spark of arousal turns into an inferno as my body struggles to adjust to Griff’s size, but he isn’t in a patient mood.
He fucks me like he’s punishing me, but beneath it all, there is an edge of desperation, as if he told himself he’d never have this again. He’d been starved of it, and now that I’m spread before him on a silver platter, he wants to gorge himself until he’s had his fill.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock like that, Ev. I bet your pretty little pussy missed him as much as he missed you.”
I don’t answer because I have a hot guy attached to my lips, but he’s right. I did miss his cock, even though I’ve had others since, and it’s not because of its size or because he knows how to use it. It’s simply because it’s attached to him, and I missed him.
“Fuck, so goddamn good. You make me lose my mind.”
I’m the one about to have an aneurysm. I rip my lips from Hunter’s and throw my head back.
“Motherfucker. Damn you, Griffen,” I snarl when I feel my orgasm rushing up, starting at my toes and crawling over my body.
He picks up his speed, thrusting into me over and over as Hunter supports my weight. Hunter’s head dips and his mouth finds one of my nipples. He sucks hard, making my pussy spasm.
“Let go, Ev. Come for me. Come for us,” Griffen orders as Hunter sucks harder.
I’m hopeless to stop it from dragging me under and drowning me. It’s too much and not enough, something I need to stay away from and something I want to repeat over and over again.
I squeeze my muscles tightly, my pussy clamping around his cock as I come. My nails dig into Hunter’s arms, but neither of us seems to care.
Once my orgasm ebbs and I can catch my breath, I realize Griff is still moving inside me. He didn’t come.
“Griff?”
“Don’t worry. I just promised Hunter here another taste of your pussy.”
Griff slips his still-hard cock free and tugs me from Hunter’s arms, carrying me to the counter, where he sits me on the cool surface.
He spreads my legs and I expect Hunter to take his place and taste me, but then Griff turns to face him as Hunter watches us.
“Still want a taste?”
Hunter nods, stepping toward us.
“Then kneel.”
I suck in a sharp breath and grip Griff’s shoulders. Hunter looks at me for a second before dropping to his knees in front of Griffen.
I move a fraction so I can see around his arm, just as Griff groans. I can’t get a good enough look from here, but when Griff leans his head back against my shoulder, I stay put as he looks up at me.
“Tell me,” I murmur.
“He’s tasting you. Tasting us both. His mouth is so hot. Fuck.” He grunts, his hands gripping my thighs.
“Is he good? Does he suck you how you like it? Can he swallow you down without gagging? Or perhaps you like it when he gags a little?”
“Fuuuuuck,”
I feel him shudder and know he’s coming. I’m surprised he managed to last as long as he did.
He curses and moans before going lax.
Hunter stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Sweet baby Jesus, why is that so hot?
“Now you,” I tell Griff, wanting to see Hunter come undone.
Griff looks at me over his shoulder, a pensive expression on his face.
“It’s okay, go on. I wanna see.”
Blowing out a breath, he drops to his knees and pulls Hunter’s hard cock from his jeans. Hunter leans forward and grips the edge of the counter between my legs to help him balance.
Feeling a little wicked, I spread my legs wider and lift my heels to rest on the edge of the counter.
“Fuck.” Hunter moans, and I don’t know if it’s because of me or Griff or a combination of the both of us.
I use one hand to balance myself as I lean back, and the other I slide between my legs. I swirl my finger over my clit and watch Hunter as he follows the path it takes.
Much like Griff did earlier, I dip my fingers inside myself before offering Hunter a taste. When his lips wrap around them and suck, I feel my stomach clench with need once more. I pull my fingers from his mouth and move them back to my clit. But Hunter has other ideas.