Seeking Two Lovers, page 14
I lusted—bit back a moan—over the thought of Blaine offering himself up like a Sunday dinner to be worshiped. Devoured.
Iamsogoingtohell.
But I found its opposite seconds later as Grey lay me down on his bed, once more cradling my front, Blaine snaking his way beneath the comforter to spoon my backside.
Warmth bracketed me.
A radiating energy that should have kept me wide-eyed and hungry for more dick.
Satiated bliss sank my muscles into the softest mattress I’d ever felt instead.
I passed the fuck out with a smile on my lips and a gentle, addictive ache in my chest.
A hard dick pressed against my ass crack, fingertips dancing over my hip bones.
I blinked my eyes in dim light from a way-too-early morning to find gorgeous hazel orbs inches from mine. Sleepy green and gold, Blaine’s irises lay bare and unshielded.
“Morning.” His exhale hinted at minty toothpaste.
I made an agreement noise without opening my mouth and killing him with my morning breath that had to smell like sewage.
Lips and teeth nuzzled my shoulder, and I focused on the hard length between my cheeks and the fingers drawing circles ever closer to my core.
“So soft…warm. Fuck, I could touch you for hours.” Grey draped my leg back over his hard thigh and ran his hand once more to my waist.
Blaine wound his fingers in my rat’s nest and pulled my face closer, his forehead resting on mine. “Do you like his hands on you?”
Grey feathered his thumb over the top of my pubis, and I shifted, trying to help him along.
“Yes.” I all but moaned the word as my body woke with full force.
“Like a sweet rose,” Grey whispered against my ear, his teasing caress not dipping low enough to ease my ache. “Petals satiny soft.” He lazed a fingertip along the crease of my thigh, knuckle barely brushing over my labia.
I wondered how many other women got to wake up to Blaine’s sweet breath and Grey’s gentle touches.
Jealousy swirled like a toxic witch’s brew in my stomach at the thought of anyone but me between them.
Blaine pulled back. “What?”
Guess that stiffening of my body hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Grey’s hand slid down over my core, cupping my pussy, and my body went pliant as his hot exhale caressed over my ear. “What?” he repeated Blaine’s question.
“Do you…” Shit. I did not want to sound like a jealous bitch. “Do you guys always do this?” I spewed out anyway, needing the answer one way or another.
“Do what?” Grey pushed, his index finger tracing over my damp slit.
I fought the need to shift, to encourage him to slide inside my body.
“Wake up your hookups with mind-blowing sex?” I blurted when he continued to tease, not giving me what I needed.
“We never allow a woman to stay the night,” Grey said, his words ghosting over my ear and rippling goosebumps over my skin, “and you’re no hookup, Lily.” He sucked on my lobe, and Blaine watched him while trailing his thumb over my lower lip.
Good God almighty, what had I gotten myself into? I tumbled headlong down a steep slope, my heart ready to crash into their open arms.
At least, it seemed Grey and Blaine held them wide, ready to catch me.
I-I hadn’t wanted anything serious. I wanted to live, taste all life had to offer…
“Is that true?” I asked, my heart fluttering.
“Yeah.” He smiled at me with a hint of shyness, and goddamn him, my insides melted.
I pressed forward and kissed him, morning breath be damned because he needed assurance—even if I wasn’t sure I was ready to give it.
“You two are so sexy together…make me so fucking hard.” Grey’s groaned words, the twitch of his cock along my ass crack had my core clenching.
I tore away from Blaine and angled my head, taking Grey’s mouth. “Fuck me,” I murmured against his lips.
“You want my dick deep inside this sweet hole?” he asked, sliding two fingers into my pussy.
“Yes, please.”
Grey rolled, grabbed a condom from the bed side table, and closed back in on me, sheathed and ready to rock my world with those damn hips of his.
He lifted my thigh and sank into my body with one slow glide, both of us releasing noises of absolute pleasure from the delicious friction.
Grey’s hands tightened on my hips, and he moved inside me like he would if putting on a stripper show for a crowd of women. Body undulating, hips flowing in and out like water in a sensual wave of fuck yes.
“The way you move…” I moaned, my eyelids fluttering closed.
Blaine closed his mouth over one of my breasts, and I gasped, my eyes popping back open.
“Yes.” I grabbed at his hair, holding him close, my gaze catching on his flexing forearm hidden between us.
He jerked off in time with Grey’s pumping hips—in sync—both men’s breaths and moans heightening in unison.
“I want you to come all over my cock, Lily.” Grey slid his fingers down over my pussy, rubbing around where he rocked into me, up and over my clit.
Blaine pressed in closer, his teeth scraping over my breast as the slick head of his dick smeared over my thigh with every tug on his length.
Dead. I’m literally dead and flying with angels.
Tingles raced from my nipples to my clit, and I ground back against Grey.
I wanted to beg him to touch me, to strum the fuck out of my clit, but my bladder lay near bursting.
My body awash with heat, I burned from the inside out.
Should have fucking peed, damnit!
“Need you both to come,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“You first,” Grey growled into my ear, his hard chest pressing against my back while those hips of his wrecked me in the best way possible.
“Can’t,” I gasped out as his dick poked at my cervix. “Gotta…pee.”
“Don’t care.” Grey slammed back into me, ripping a moan from my lips. “Need to feel you squeeze the life out of my cock, drain my balls. Soak my bed if that’s what it’ll take.”
Blaine tore his lips off my breast and claimed my mouth with a deep groan at Grey’s haggard voice. Wet heat erupted against my thigh, and Blaine shuddered, whimpering while ejaculating on my skin.
“Fuck…Lily…” Grey cursed…at the noises Blaine emitted while releasing. “Please.”
I gave into his desire and let my climax pull me under.
No urine squirted from my body, thank fuck, but in those seconds of euphoric bliss of having Grey drag and shove through my pulsing core, I wouldn’t have cared if I’d wet his mattress. Would have served him right for being a fucking god of delicious dick.
I giggled while coming down, assigning another nickname to the man releasing into the condom deep inside my body.
Grey, God of Fucking.
“What’s so funny?” he muttered the second he came to a gasping rest, his body and breath hot along my entire back, his hands in a possessive hold on my waist.
“I…um…” My face warmed, and Blaine peered at me with the most beautifully sated eyes I’d ever seen in my damn life.
“What?” he prompted, his slow smile sending a tingling warmth through my chest.
“I might make nicknames for people?” I stated more like a question. “A…surname sort of thing. It’s an unfortunate habit of Haley’s I picked up.”
“What’s mine?” Blaine asked.
“Um…” I called him Mr. Yummy, but the name Haley had assigned to him had been in my brain long before she’d voiced it. The idea of stating that one out loud heated my face. God knew, it would embarrass the hell out of him.
Grey slid his hand up my torso and pinched my nipple. “You’ve gotta tell us now. Not letting you out of this bed until you do.”
“That’s not exactly a punishment,” I stated with a giggle, wiggling my ass against his groin even though I really had to pee.
“Mmm, I beg to differ. You have no idea the agony I could inflict.” He licked over my nape, clear up to my ear while easing his dick from my pussy. “I’m the god of climax withholding.”
“God of Fucking, more like it,” I murmured the name I’d given him absently, lost in the sensations of his lips beneath my lobe.
Blaine barked a laugh, and Grey chuckled. “He does not need that ego stroke. Tell me that’s not really what you call him in your head.”
“Um…it is? But surfer dude was first.”
Another laugh rumbled through Blaine’s chest. “Appropriate.”
“What’s your name for B?” Grey asked, still laughing, and Blaine blinked, lifting his eyes off me for his best friend.
“Mr. Yummy?” I squeaked, and sure enough, Blaine’s face flushed same as it had the first time I’d let that nickname slip around him.
“Surely you can do better than that for our boy,” Grey stated with a huff.
“Blaine of the Thick and Juicy Cocks,” I blurted and bit my lip while realizing what he’d said about his best friend.
Our boy.
Hope embedded in my heart, the kind of excitement I didn’t know what to do with.
The cheeks in front of me flushed a deeper red, and Grey snickered against my ear. “Right on both accounts,” he said, his tone hinting at teasing—and honesty.
Which meant he’d checked out Blaine’s dick a time or ten.
“Our boy called me coffee girl before he knew my real name,” I said, tugging Blaine back against my front in case his embarrassment sent him rolling from the bed even though I really needed to get up too. “What about you?” I asked Grey as he finally gave my neck and ear a rest, laying his head against the pillow beneath mine.
“Beautiful perfection,” he murmured, stroking a hand through my hair.
Flutters of wings erupted through my heart as Blaine pressed his lips against mine in a chaste kiss.
“I like his name for you better than the one I gave you,” he whispered and snuggled in close. “It’s accurate as fuck.”
21
Blaine
I woke again when the sun shone bright through Grey’s gauze-like curtains. A peek at the clock beside me showed it was after nine. Curling onto my side put Lily’s face inches from mine, and I stayed there, watching her sleep.
Grey’s hand lay lax on her hip where it’d been last I remembered after she’d scampered to the bathroom and back again, keeping her close against his chest.
Her golden hair spilled over the pillow, beneath her shoulder, tickling my cheek. Face relaxed, she seemed like a dream, an angel, sent down from God above—
Fuck.
I closed my eyes against the romantic thoughts that bordered on religious and threatened to bring bile up the back of my throat.
There was no God, were no angels, and certainly was no damn heaven beyond what we created for ourselves.
I was convinced of that, and evidence settled heavy in my guts over how supposed prophets of said God behaved in His name.
Forcing my eyelids open, I once more studied Lily’s beauty, knowing she would silence the shit in my mind. In sleep, she rested, her mind and mouth quiet, skin unlined by frowns or smiles. Even though we didn’t touch, I could feel the connection between us as though I pressed my entire length along her soft curves.
Would she still want to lay between us if she knew the truth about the cult I’d been enshrouded in my entire childhood? Would she understand how I’d been tainted, parts of me ruined beyond repair? Would she even care?
The way she had responded to my initiations of sex, welcomed me into her slick heat, that tight sheath of a pussy I’d never felt the likes of…
Fuck.
Morning wood returned even though I’d emptied against her thigh a couple of hours earlier.
Unable to keep my fingers off her, I tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. She shifted, her lips parting a sweet exhaled sigh.
Grey propped up on his elbow, half-mast eyes blue as the morning sky peering over her shoulder at me.
Our gazes met, and strange flutters rippled through my chest, heightening my breaths.
Lily had asked us in the shower if we’d ever touched each other when a woman lay between us. Sure, there’d been a few unheated brushes between our skin but nothing intentionally sexual. Grey hadn’t ever instigated anything between him even though I felt sure he’d wanted to on more than one occasion.
He liked dick, after all.
I’d never considered doing so until that moment, his eyes solely focused on me where no embarrassment or insecurities clambered in my brain.
Her words, the idea she’d put into my head didn’t disgust me as it should have.
After I’d fled the compound, I vowed that no man would ever touch me again, but how often had I sunk into Grey’s open arms when waking from a terrifying nightmare? How often did I soak in his warmth, find myself clinging to his naked torso when fear chased on my heels, creating an emptiness inside me that no one but him could fill?
And how often had my emotions been calm—and still I yearned to feel his arms around me?
Something kindled in his gaze, a warmth beyond friendship, a longing that tugged on my heart.
And my dick.
Both he and Lily had referred to me as their boy.
Did Grey want me? He teased the fuck out of me, but did his love he claimed for me go beyond platonic?
More importantly…did mine?
The shuddering pulse in my throat suggested mine might, and the welling of pre-cum at the slit of my stiff dick agreed I wasn’t as straight as I’d claimed.
Hot shame should have curdled my insides, sent bile rushing up the back of my throat, but a sense of relief swept through me, as though I’d come home.
The entire foundation of my world cracked, and I blinked, trying to make sense of what shouldn’t be.
What I’d never considered.
Grey’s lips lifted slightly as though he read the recognition on my face.
Unnerved, I glanced down to find Lily awake and watching me study my best friend. A similar want as Grey’s rested on her face, and the truth slammed into me with enough force to catch my breath, completely ripping away that feeling of comfort from mere seconds before.
I would have to choose between them at some point.
The perfect coffee girl who stirred life inside my heart or my best friend, the man I saw as my soul mate.
Sure, Lily had fantasies about having two lovers, but three wouldn’t survive long term. Eventually, she would want the diamond ring and picket fence—and Grey could provide both from his deep pockets with an ease I would never attain.
The thought she might choose him caused pain to lance through my entire body.
“Gonna go make some coffee and tea,” I whispered and rolled, giving them both my back. My shoulders slumped as I grabbed my boxers off the floor and yanked them up over my ass. “No rush to join me.”
Morning wood deflated, I escaped the eyes I could feel burning my back for the kitchen where I could breathe easier.
Grey and I had always stuck to our pact about one and done when it came to hooking up with women, and we’d never had an issue.
But Lily?
A definite bend of the rule he and I had agreed upon years earlier. I wanted more with her, and if how Grey couldn’t keep his lips off her was any indicator, sniffing her hair and neck, I knew he felt the same. Sure, he loved touching women, but I’d never seen him so…possessive over a body laying between us.
The memory of his words from the night before crashed into my head.
He’d outright told her she was no hookup.
Where the fuck did that leave me? I’d just recognized and admitted my desire for him in my thick-headed skull, and he wanted her. A woman who would offer him the love and attention he craved—yet feared—from losing his mom at a young age.
Friendship aside, Lily could give him everything I couldn’t.
I wasn’t enough.
The two of them joined me as I was about to lose my shit and sink into darkness. They drank their coffee and tea, chatting about everything and nothing while I whipped up some pancakes, keeping my back toward them as much as possible to hide the emotions roiling inside me.
Heaviness settled over me, and no amount of Lily’s giggles or flirting shone light on the garden inside me that sat in dim quietness.
I plastered a smile on my face, but I could feel Grey’s scrutiny from across the table, letting me know I hadn’t fooled him with my pretending all was right in our world.
“Work sucks ass.” Lily pouted.
“So call in sick and spend the day in bed with us.”
Her cheeks flushed at Grey’s words, but she shook her head. “Between the fuck god and his best friend’s thick, juicy dick, I’m out of order for a few days.”
Grey made a noise of appreciation deep in his throat while I snickered at the nicknames regardless of the heaviness in my chest. “When can we see you again?” he asked her.
I jerked my head toward Grey even though the one and done rule had definitely fled the house. He stared at Lily with hearts in his eyes.
She looked at him with the same.
Darkness slithered its way through my mind, and rubbing a hand down over my face, I held my breath, waiting for her answer. Hoping for just one more taste before they realized they didn’t need me in bed with them.
“Next weekend?” Lily suggested.
“The whole weekend?” Grey asked, lifting her hand to trail his lips over her knuckles.
“Um...sure?” That husky voice of hers, once more breathless with need, chubbed my dick up as I released an unsteady exhale.
Grey finally gave me his attention for my agreement, and as usual, I followed his lead. Happily in the moment, even though I knew a shredded heart lay in my future.
I would never be good enough for Lily on my own, didn’t have riches tucked away in the bank like Grey, wasn’t the type of guy who could take her out for a night on the town if she wanted to party until the morning hours.
Their outgoing personalities fit together like two jigsaw puzzle pieces.
