When he finally slipped the toy inside me, I groaned at the penetration. He teased with both ends of the device, pushing me close to orgasm, then backing away each time my breath grew shorter.
He finally pressed the suction end to my clit. I clenched around the device as I climaxed.
When Jax slid inside me, next to the vibrator instead of withdrawing it first, I cried out.Oh, God.
The twin sets of pressure, him sliding back and forth, and it staying mostly in place, drew out my pleasure until bright lights sparked behind my eyelids.
I heard a duet of grunts, Jax and Grayson, but I was too lost in sensation to focus on either. I was pretty sure the vibrator slipped out, but I didn’t care. Not with the way he slammed inside me, his pelvis rocking against mine. His cock hitting me at the perfect angle.
His groans grew tighter as his movements became more frantic, and then a pause and a shudder. The way he gripped my hips tight, then released, I knew he’d come too.
Jax dropped to his elbows, barely holding himself above me. The heat of his chest mingled with mine. He dipped his head, mouth near my ear. “God, Dee Dee, you’re incredible.” His voice was so soft, I could have imagined the words. The heat of his breath on my skin said this was all real.
The desire to giggle like a little girl was back. I settled for a quiet, “You too.”
“I think you’re both pretty fucking amazing.” Grayson’s voice was strained. I rolled my head to the side to see him with his dick in his slick, glistening hand. Fuck. He came to the sight of us... This was better than any fantasy.
The opening strains of “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots filtered through the room. Usually one of my favorite sounds, because it meant one of my best friends was calling. “I should get that. It’s probably Lyn.” I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my voice.
“Yeah.” Jax slipped out of me and pushed to his feet. He grabbed my phone from my nightstand and handed it over.
I couldn’t help but stare at the way his jeans hung off his hips and his softening cock dangled loose. I mentally shook my head, and answered the phone. “Hey.”
“You all right?” Lyn asked. “You sound winded.”
“Moving boxes does that.” I’d probably spill the beans about this as soon as she and I were alone, but it felt awkward right now. In fact, a whole lot of uncomfortable was setting in. How was I supposed to act around Jax and Grayson?
“Good point,” Lyn said. “Anyway, you were taking a while, so I called to make sure you were okay. See if you needed me to send the troops. Or a hot pizza guy.”
I definitely didn’t need the second one. The guys had left my room, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom. “I’m good. Chase couldn’t make it, so we made other arrangements. But I’m on my way soon, and I’ll explain everything when I get there.” The drive should give me a chance to figure out whateverythingwas.
“A line like that, and I expect a story.”
A story. “It’s not a big deal.” Understatement of the year. “See you soon.”
The guys were back, both dressed again. Jax lingered in the doorway, watching me with an unreadable expression. Grayson joined me, sitting next to me on the bed. I tugged my sweatshirt down, suddenly intensely aware that I was still half-naked.
“Are we good?” Grayson’s arm brushed mine.
Good. They were incredible. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t touched me. That he got off to the show made it that much hotter. But that wasn’t what he meant. He wanted an assurance that nothing had changed between the three of us.
“We’re good,” I said.
He kissed me on the forehead—a gesture that had never seemed more than friendly until this moment. “We’ll see you there.”
“And we should keep this between us,” Jax said from the doorway.
Grayson frowned.
My warm fuzzies vanished. Of course they’d want discretion. Why would Jax want anyone to know he’d done anything with me? “Of course.” My tone was cool. “I’m not telling anyone.”
Jax clenched his jaw.
“That’s not how he meant it.” Grayson’s voice was hard.
How many ways were there to meandon’t tell anyone we had sex?
“Forget it.” Jax jerked his head toward the front door. “She’s right. Let’s go.”