Seeking Two Lovers, page 13
“Let her, B. Please…fucking let her,” I pleaded for what I’d yet to see.
No woman had put her mouth on his dick, only their hands. While he’d never mentioned blow jobs as a trigger, I’d often wondered because what sane man didn’t want a hot mouth and tongue wrapped around their dick?
Blaine watched Lily rather than my eyes in the mirror as she scooted to the floor and rearranged herself to access his zipper and the thick ridge I knew waited for her.
He shifted, laughed a curse.
She giggled.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned the word, his tone rumbling ball-tinglingly low as his head fell back against the seat.
Welcome to the world of blow jobs, my love.
I bit my tongue, ears straining for the little utterances leaving Blaine’s lips. Moans and gasps tightened every muscle in my body to spring over the seat to join them. Curses and her whimpers while she sucked him flooded my mouth with drool.
A fucking orchestra of lust-inducing music to my ears, a moving near-crescendo to my body that seized my balls up tight against my groin.
Don’t blow, don’t blow.
I cursed, needing to strangle my dick.
“Give it to her, B,” I demanded, my voice as shaky as my hand attempting to tug down my balls.
Before I bust a nut like a goddamn teenager in my jeans.
“Lily—” Blaine’s voice cut off with a guttural moan that shivered my skin. A delicious sound I’d memorized with his every climax I’d been lucky enough to hear over the years.
Beautiful.
I hissed through my clenched teeth, my one-handed grip on the steering wheel ready to snap the metal beneath it.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” he muttered a few seconds later.
“Don’t be.” Lily’s husky voice hinted at pleasure, a crooning happiness over a mouthful of cum.
Fuck, did I need to give her another load to swallow down.
“Come here.” Blaine’s murmur whispered over my skin like a caress, and goosebumps rose over my arms.
I glanced back to find Blaine clasping her neck, their mouths once more fused. A peek of tongue rushed adrenaline and lust through my blood.
Goddamnit.
Teeth gritted, I pulled into my driveway, every cell, every atom in my body on the verge of explosion. I imagined Lily felt the same considering she faced having her fantasies fulfilled.
I parked. Turned off the car. Contemplated grabbing her up and fucking her against the nearest wall.
But I wanted more—for all of us.
And that started with the man I loved beyond life. I needed him to be free for the first time with a woman. I lusted to soak that shit up, edge myself while watching him finally let go, because finding release after that would be fucking fantastic.
Legs shaking, I led the two of them to my bedroom, thankful as fuck the cleaning crew had come through earlier in the day, putting new sheets on my bed.
Lily and Blaine still held hands, trailing along behind me, but stopped in the middle of my room as I settled into the lone chair facing the king-sized mattress and down comforter.
Blaine’s eyes flared with heat when he realized what I planned even though my body tensed to devour like a ravenous animal.
I grabbed hold of the chair’s arms and gripped tight to keep from being a selfish asshole. I wanted him to have this…needed it more than I did release.
Lily glanced from me to him in my periphery as I held his gaze.
“What’s he doing?” she whispered.
“He’s going to watch.”
You—I’m going to watch you, baby.
Blaine swallowed hard as though he’d heard my thought before turning his focus on Lily. “Are you okay with that?”
She gave me those dark orbs, heat and need slicing through my skin and causing blood to pool in my groin. “Take it out,” she whispered at me, reaching to tug Blaine closer.
Fuck. Me.
The little minx had a bossy side too.
A groan escaped me, and I unzipped and eased my aching groin from its prison.
Watching how they tasted one another, Blaine’s hands sliding down her back to cup her gorgeous backside oozed pre-cum, eased my firm grip’s slide over my length.
Lily pressed against him, grinding with every squeeze of his strong hands.
I stroked my cock, no trace of jealousy coursing through me—just an insistent need to step behind my best friend and wrap my front to his back, feeling him up like he did her. All that hard muscle, firm backside against my groin. His scent filling my nose as I ran it along his nape while he made her whimper—
“More,” Blaine groaned against her mouth, sending another pulse of lust through my core. “Please.”
The poor, horny bastard had reverted to single words, his mind and body needing beyond what I had ever seen.
Not that I’d have been much better if I’d attempted to speak.
Pieces of clothing shed beneath their trembling hands, gasped breaths and stolen kisses between stripping one another fueled the flames inside me to the point I panted for oxygen.
Lily stood bare before him, eyes wide and luminous, staring as she tipped her head back to hold his gaze.
Blaine cradled her face in his hands, his dick long and thick, straining toward his belly button. “I…” He swallowed hard but didn’t glance my way like he usually did when unsure.
A tingling of a fucking awful sixth sense skittered up my spine, but my love for him demanded I give him what he needed regardless of my heart. I would take pleasure in seeing his wings unfurl.
I would.
Shifting on the chair, I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and retrieved a condom. A quick flick of my wrist landed it on the bed behind Lily.
He eyed it. Eyed her.
Biting my tongue, I gave him the chance to make that move without verbal encouragement from me—but Lily led him, pulling back from his gorgeous body and climbing onto my bed.
Blaine followed willingly, without hesitation, blanketing her with his weight and, settling between her spread thighs.
My throat went tight even as my dick jerked as though seeking out my hand.
His ass flexed as he ground against her, both their moans ringing in my ears, and my fingers wrapped around my length again.
Fucking hot as hell…
Soft skin, his golden tan, rippling muscles, and gentle curves. Grasping hands and whispered curses.
I hadn’t realized I’d clutched the chair’s arm with my free hand until Lily turned her face, her molten eyes catching mine.
Holding my gaze. Full of longing. Desire to ease the ache spreading through my entire body.
“Christ.” I gritted my teeth and hissed while gliding my palm over my slick head.
She licked her lower lip, those damn dark eyes of hers begging for more.
I groaned and rocked up into my fist.
Blaine pulled away from where he’d nuzzled her neck and glanced at me, his pupils blown wide, eyes hazed with lust.
I longed for him to ask me to join them—prayed he didn’t.
Please her…fucking hell, take for once in your life, B.
His focus flitted back toward her face, and he slid down over her tight, little body.
“Oh, God.” She gulped, her hands finding his hair as he buried his face between her thighs. Her legs rose, knees tight against his head, holding him in place. “Shit…so good.”
Fucking hell…
A choked, garbled moan barely escaped Lily’s parted lips, and she bowed. “Blaine!” Her shriek cut through my room, seizing my balls up tight.
The wet sounds of Blaine eating at her pussy, his moans of appreciation over her sweet cum sent tingles down my spine.
I gripped the base of my dick and squeezed, willing him to hurry the fuck up already before I lost my shit.
He shifted back onto his heels, grabbed the condom, and sheathed up regardless of the way his hands shook.
Lily reached for him, and eyes locked, they came together in one long, agonized groan of pleasure that rocked me to my core.
My Blaine, my love, had finally taken another step toward freedom, and although my heart ached in my chest, happiness rushed over me like a massive swell.
I imagined the tight clasp of her heat around him, the slick wetness of her cum easing his thrusts into her tight pussy. Heaven…and it was hell having to observe rather than enjoy what I remembered all too well.
Lily tore her gaze off Blaine’s flushed face, watching as I stroked down over my cock regardless of my tumbling emotions.
“He’s so fucking hot,” she groaned the words, her gaze on my hand.
Blaine glanced my way, panting, his eyes still hazed—and needy. “Yeah,” he whispered and flicked his tongue over his lower lip.
What. The. Fuck.
My breath caught, but I told myself I’d heard meaning he hadn’t intended, that the licking of his lip had nothing to do with his wishing for a taste of the slickness coating my cock.
“Oh…” Lily’s back arched beneath Blaine, pulling his focus off my dick.
Our gazes clashed, fire rushing through me.
“Yes, Blaine…right…there.” Lily gasped.
“Grey—” Blaine’s voice choked off and not because he needed me to finish what he’d started.
He wanted me with them in that moment.
Fuck being unselfish.
Heart racing, I strode toward the bed, shoving at my jeans as I went. A fumbled kick rid me of shoes and clothes from the waist down, and I climbed onto the mattress beside Lily’s head, my focus intent on her parted lips as my fingers found her hair, wrapping up tight.
Crowding close, I held my dick out in offering, ready to demand what I needed if she didn’t open wider.
“Yes,” she whispered, grabbing my ass and yanking me in.
Wet heat surrounded my head, and I groaned, blinking in the sight of Blaine dipping in and out of her sopping core. Wetness smeared around his groin, coating his drawn-up balls.
I lusted to suck on them, to lick her cream from the soft flesh. Ease a finger into his hole, stroke his prostate, and feel those jewels against my tongue as he fucked his load inside her.
“Fuck,” I cursed through clenched teeth, sliding my hand down over Lily’s breast, thumbing her nipple on my path toward her core.
Blaine sat onto his knees between her splayed thighs, rhythmic thrusts rocking her mouth over my cock.
Sweet, sweet pussy…bare and pink.
My mouth watered, and I slid my fingertips over her swelled clit.
She jolted beneath us, and I lifted my focus to Blaine’s face as she writhed, whimpering and choking on my dick.
Sweat lined Blaine’s forehead, his lips in a thin, grim line.
Holding back. Waiting for her.
He glanced up, catching my stare. My balls pulled up tight, all but disappearing into my body at the haze of passion and unadulterated lust in his black pupils. Had I not known any better, I would have sworn he wanted my hands on him in that moment.
I pushed against hope that sprung up inside my heart. I’d reached the end of my tether.
“Come,” I rasped out the command he always obeyed.
Blaine gasped and buried deep, a shudder ripping through him.
A pinch of my fingertips sent Lily along with him, both of their cries of release rushing my climax through me.
I pulled from Lily’s slack mouth and unloaded my spunk all over her tits and neck, streaks of milky white glistening on her flushed skin.
“God,” she moaned the word, her fingers trailing over her chest, smearing my cum toward her slit still pierced by my best friend’s cock. So goddamn beautiful in how she’d given herself to my love, I could barely breathe. “You killed me.”
A sweet smile, a gentle giggle left her mouth, and I shuddered on an inhale, my dick going limp in my hand even as my heart seemed to swell inside my chest.
Blaine gazed down at her, his gaze soft, his dick still buried inside her as she fingered her clit.
He bit his lip.
Watched her smear my cum around where he penetrated her. No disgust shone on his face, and he made no move to escape my spunk she painted over his groin.
Fucking hell, Lily would be the death of me. She gave me so much hope.
“Fuck that sweet pussy, B,” I told him, knowing how far up inside her he’d lodged and how he tended to stay erect even after blowing his load.
Blaine’s face went a deeper shade of red, and he rocked against her.
“Make her come again,” I rasped out, settling onto my ass beside Lily.
A flicker of need crossed his features, and he thrust shallower but hard enough that she gasped, her back arching.
Her fingers closed over her clit, and she shifted beneath him, chasing another orgasm.
I sank back and enjoyed the show, strangely satisfied in a way I’d never been before. My dick stirred at Lily’s moan of pleasure and the sight of her curves jiggling, the droplets of sweat falling from Blaine’s forehead onto her taunt belly as he continued to fuck in and out of her.
“So goddamn beautiful.” Unable to help myself, I leaned forward, licking over her tits, coating my tongue with my bitter, salty cum and Blaine’s sweat.
“Scott,” she whimpered and grasped at my hair, yanking my mouth toward hers. The tang of chardonnay and sweetness of her faded the flavor of my cum from my mouth.
“Come all over his cock, little girl. Take what your gorgeous body needs.”
“Want…you…too.” She gasped between Blaine’s thrust, the words whispered into my mouth filling me so goddamn full of longing my heart once more ached.
“Later,” I promised and sealed my lips over hers, swallowing the cries the man I loved pushed from her lungs.
20
Lily
Thank all things holy for the hard bodies bracketing me in the large shower because my legs had zero life left in them. My pussy ached in the most delicious way possible from Blaine’s thick and juicy cock, my skin singing as two sets of hands soaped my body.
Greyson cradled my front as Blaine worked his calloused palms over me from shoulders to heels. Blaine’s wall of hard, hot muscle caressed my back while Grey reacquainted himself with every inch of my skin, cleaning off the cum he’d gifted me with.
I’d called him Scott while coming, but I would get it right when not flying high as a kite.
The memory of him lapping up his cum, tasting his own spend, sent a shiver over me. I’d never seen a man do such a thing. Then to let me suck it off his tongue?
HolyfuckinghellIwantedtodoitagain.
And again.
And again.
I wanted Blaine’s spunk on my lips, Grey licking them clean—
Blinking the image from my mind, I focused on the dripping hair and vivid blue eyes in front of me.
“Where’s your mind, little minx?”
He would taste Blaine given the chance, I had zero doubt.
If he hadn’t already done so with one of their past hookups.
And Blaine certainly wouldn’t be averse to it even though Grey said he identified as straight. I didn’t question that truth either. I wondered if I pushed the two of them to cross a line they hadn’t before…
My core pulsed at the flashing image of the two men lip-locked.
Interesting.
And troubling because what the actual fuck? I shouldn’t have desired any type of sword crossing, tongues included, but the thought of Grey and Blaine together…
Disgust over my want should have twisted my stomach, not sent my girl bits into a burst of yes, please.
I reached behind me, clasping Blaine’s neck, and he bent willingly, nuzzling into my neck, his lips soft and roaming.
Grey watched Blaine’s path of open-mouthed kisses over my skin, his eyes darkening.
Without jealousy.
Also interesting…and not so upsetting, I acknowledged as the soreness between my thighs warmed and slickened.
“So now what?” I murmured, catching Grey’s gaze again after answering his question with one of my own.
“We crawl back into my bed and snuggle the hell out of you so you can sleep since we denied you that post-fucking blissed state you enjoy so much.”
“A Lily sandwich?” I asked, one eyebrow raised in question, butterflies erupting in my belly.
Blaine groaned against my skin, his large hands palming my breasts, lifting them.
Grey thumbed over my aching tips his friend held toward to him, and I shuddered, my breath catching as Grey’s gaze lifted to the man behind me.
Or would he prefer a Blaine sandwich?
Goddamnit, I thought I’d been dead set against any male-on-male action. Feared to see it unfold, agonized over being set aside again.
But…why didn’t my throat tighten? Why wasn’t my chest squeezing the oxygen from my lungs?
“Do you two ever…touch each other when you’re with other women?” I asked in a rush—my usual word vomit before I thought the question through.
Their gazes clashed, and Grey’s eyes shuttered. “No,” he answered quietly for both of them, once more giving me his attention.
I expected a question in return—like did I want them to, but Grey kept quiet.
He turned off the water, and I shuffled over the thoughts and feelings flitting through me as they gave me their undivided attention, using a couple towels to dry me.
Perhaps I wouldn’t be averse to the idea of them interacting if an equal sharing remained between the threesome. Two guys together were always hot as hell in books and in the porn videos I was definitely drawn to.
Would Blaine allow Grey’s touch?
Would Grey lose himself in the man he obviously loved?
Would I be set aside if that barrier lay in wreckage beneath masculine racing hearts and hungry hands?
I imagined sitting back and enjoying the show, watching Blaine enjoy Grey’s gorgeous body. Or perhaps my tall, dark, and handsome would offer himself to his best friend who’d been by his side for over nine years.
The idea of both men giving and receiving created a deep ache inside me, and not from fear.
I wanted to watch Grey unleash all that passion he held back when looking at his best friend.
