Seeking Two Lovers, page 24
“M’kay.”
“How should I take him, Lily?” I asked, shoving off my pants. “On my knees? Back?”
“I want…” She swallowed hard as though gathering her courage to speak what went through her brain. “I want you to fuck face-to-face. See you together, kissing. Lost in the lust between the two of you.”
“Fuck,” Blaine groaned, but I bit mine back.
She did fear seeing the connection between Blaine and I, needed an answer to the question in her head thanks to her ex.
Fuck, if she could read our minds…
I rolled for my bedside table to grab lube while Blaine finished stripping.
She wanted a show, she’d get one—but it wouldn’t be the heartbreaking type I felt sure she expected.
Gaze on my face, Blaine crawled onto the foot of my bed, not stopping until he lay atop me. Lily must have gotten him worked up over their dinner, because his dick was hard as hell pressing against mine.
A gentle smile curved his lips, and I cupped his scruffy cheek.
Fuck the lovemaking, B. Let’s give our girl a good memory, something she’ll never forget.
He grinned—and dove for my mouth with voracious hunger.
Tongues tangled and teeth nipped as passion ignited between us regardless or perhaps intensified by the warmth singeing us from Lily’s gaze.
The two of us had been tangled up countless times since she’d left us, but he roused my body to life with flaring passion I would never be too tired to ignore. I clung to Blaine with all four of my limbs even while wanting to push him away and beg him to sheath up and claim my ass already.
We frotted together in a slickening, sticky mess, eating each other’s moans.
“Oh God.” Lily let out a whimper, and knowing the sight of us turned her on rather than off ramped up the need swelling over me like a wave.
She’d wanted a show, but I was already near the edge. “B.”
He backed off and grabbed the lube but glanced at Lily. “Okay?”
“Oh yeah.” Pupils blown, she stared at Blaine between my splayed thighs.
I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled them higher, opening myself up.
A squeak left her, and she shifted on the chair.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her, needing her to participate even if she’d put that fucking distance between us. “Touch your wet pussy while you’re watching our boy own my ass.”
Heat flushed her face, and she hopped up to do as told, going for her heels first.
“Leave them.”
She blinked at me before a sexy-as-fuck smirk curled her lips upward. “Bossy.”
“You love it.”
The snap of the lube cap sounded, but I watched Lily put on a tiny striptease for me, every inch of delicious skin she revealed making pre-cum ooze from my slit to drip onto my abs.
“Fuck yeah,” I muttered when she revealed red lacy panties. “Fucking gorgeous—but take them off. Put your bare ass on my chair. I want to see your arousal smeared all over the leather.”
“Shit.” Blaine fumbled with the lube, and I turned a grin toward him.
“Don’t empty those balls until you’re deep inside my ass.”
“Fuck, you can’t…not while I’m…” He stroked lube over his length, his lips parting, his face a luscious pink.
I spread my thighs wider, still grinning like an idiot and dripping pre-cum. “Stretch me out good, B, then let’s give our girl what she wants.”
35
Lily
Filthy, filthy mouth.
Grey made me wet, and considering Blaine’s invitation to go home with him had already dampened my panties to an uncomfortable level, that mess Grey wanted on his chair happened.
Before Blaine even got his dick inside Grey’s ass.
But the working of Blaine’s thick, calloused fingers to stretch Grey…I bit my lip to keep from matching the groans leaving Grey’s mouth.
I clutched at the chair’s arms in my determination to not touch where I throbbed until Blaine sank into heaven.
“Right there.” Grey’s head tipped back, tendons in his neck straining. “Fuck yeah. So good.”
Blaine watched him, leaning forward on one hand by his shoulder, the other stroking between Grey’s legs. I didn’t have the best view in the house. That would be right there beside Blaine, up close and personal with lubed fingers sinking into Grey’s hole.
But I held my seat for a reason.
Even though my body ached to join them, I wanted to see the two of them together in action, far enough away that I could take them in as a whole. I needed to observe their eye contact, witness how they loved each other without me close enough to distract them—or if I would even be a distraction.
Seeing Levi and Zeke together in the same way had let me know where I stood in that relationship, and before the night’s end, I expected my fears to either be recognized or set to rest. Nervousness kept my stomach in knots even though both men had tried to assure me I belonged with them. Having them lose their minds to passion would reveal the truth.
I prayed fate allowed me my happily ever after, that I’d found my two lovers for real.
“I’m ready,” Grey said on a gasp, and Blaine shifted his hips.
Their gazes remained locked.
I held my breath at the intense energy radiating off them—between them—like erotic, pulsing waves that simmered my blood and pulsed my core.
Grey’s jaw clenched, his teeth locked. A slow hiss leaked between his lips, and my pussy spasmed at the image in my mind of Blaine slowly sinking into his body.
Fuck—I wanted a better view.
I was desperate to slide my fingers down over my labia, finding the wetness I knew smeared over my slit, but didn’t twitch a muscle, couldn’t do a damn thing to interrupt the moment.
Blaine groaned, his head hanging low as he slowly pushed forward until stopping. He fully filled Grey’s ass, I realized, bonding the two of them in a way I would never be part of.
I’d expected heartache, but flutters inside my belly and chest kept my gaze focused, sharp and ready to read every emotion I could pick up from both of them.
“Okay?” Blaine murmured, his voice strained.
“Fuck me, baby.”
Blaine began to rock in and out of him.
So. Damn. Sexy.
I soaked the sight up, my focus flitting from one face to another, from Blaine’s flexing ass cheeks to the thundering pulse in Grey’s neck as he clung to Blaine’s body planked over him.
Their eyes remained locked together, their love for one another thick in the air, as known to my heart as the sounds of wet fucking and balls smacking flesh in my ears.
My boys were beautiful…but were they mine?
They moved together like they’d escaped into a world of their own, cut off from reality, from everyone but each other.
Grip still tight on the chair’s arms, I swallowed hard, every passing second making me believe I didn’t stand a chance to be a part of the beauty they created, the connection they experienced.
Heaviness descended over my shoulders, my heart, but I lifted my chin, refusing to let tears ruin the sight in front of me.
I wondered over their silent communication, if their minds were as lost to the other as their bodies were. What they thought, how they felt being so deeply connected.
Had they forgotten I existed, that a woman watched them? Because their movements transcended mere fucking. Cliche, but Blaine and Grey were poetry in motion. Sweat-glistened tanned skin, rippling muscle, and guttural noises that kept my pussy juices flowing regardless of my tumbling emotions.
They don’t need me…
I bit my tongue to keep from sobbing, and without a shared word, they both turned their heads my way like they’d heard the words drifting through my head. Their faces filled with lust, eyes burning with intent.
Blaine shifted back on his haunches, grabbing hold of Grey’s thighs as though they’d agreed upon the action before he’d taken it.
“Sit on my face,” Gray demanded, his voice a low rasp.
Holyfuckingshitandallthingsholy…
I gulped, and he crooked a finger at me even as Blaine continued to thrust into his body.
Grey wanted me.
Blaine had made room for me.
They’d reached a conclusion without a vocalized agreement between them, as though they were of one mind.
Wetness hazed my vision as my chest squeezed. Biting harder on my tongue, I stumbled toward the bed on shaking, desperate legs, damn the heels Grey had wanted me to keep on. I climbed over the mattress toward him, the scent of musk and sweat flooding my nose.
“Come here, little minx.” Grey grabbed hold of my waist and easily settled me right where he wanted me. Facing Blaine, my sopping pussy against his hungry mouth.
There were no tender kisses to my clit, no long, lingering licks up my slit like the ones that had driven me mad the weekend before.
Grey shoved his face against my core, tongue and lips devouring the arousal the two of them had brought to life between my thighs.
My heart soared, and my breath caught as my gaze land on Blaine. Black ate at the golden-green of his eyes that seemed to pierce deep inside me. Lips parted, he continued to thrust into Grey, his slack, panting mouth mere feet from mine.
“Lily,” he groaned, and we leaned toward one another as though magnetized. “Need you.”
I grabbed hold of his neck and pulled him closer, and we ate at each other’s mouths as hungrily as Grey did my pussy. Whimpers rolled from me, both men’s moans and gasps the most gorgeous symphony I’d ever heard.
No way in hell was I going to last.
“Gonna come,” I panted against Blaine’s lips—and did so with a shriek, grinding my core all over Grey’s face.
He made appreciative noises, slurping and sucking as I trembled and spasmed while I suspended over his body. I panted against Blaine’s mouth, my hands grasping at his head to keep my balance, Grey’s wide hands spanning my waist holding me steady.
“Beautiful,” Blaine murmured, licking over my lips without losing rhythm with his hips.
Halfway down from my high, I eased back and caught Blaine’s eyes with mine again.
“Suck him?” He rasped out the request, shifting back on his heels enough that Grey no longer bent damn near in half.
Grey’s tongue flicked over my clit, and I shied away. He held me firmly in place, returning to my tightened hole.
His dick strained, pre-cum smeared up over his contracting abs.
My mouth watered, and I grabbed his base, lifting him toward me, pre-cum sliding down to my fingertips.
A flick of my tongue and Blaine thrust hard, jacking Grey’s length clear through to my throat.
I gagged, never more turned on in my life, and Grey groaned. His fingertips dug into my ass cheeks. “Fucking hell. Shit, I’m gonna blow.” The lust in his tone caused my pussy to pulse again.
“Not yet.” Blaine spoke as though through clenched teeth while I worked my tongue and lips over Grey’s hardness, desperate for his cum on my tongue. “I want to watch her suck you while I fuck your tight ass.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Could they be any hotter?
My arousal vamped back up to full-on shovesomethingupmypussyrightthefucknow, every lathe of Grey’s tongue over my slit and asshole bringing another climax to tingling in my spine. I’d never given such a sloppy blow job, but with Blaine’s groin right in front of my face, the sight of his slickened dick stretching Grey’s hole with every thrust…
Best seat in the damn house.
Drool and pre-cum leaked around my mouth, soaking Grey’s base and trimmed pubes. Wetness smeared at the corners of my eyes every time I gagged due to Blaine’s deep thrusts.
Moans, curses, slurps, and grunts filled the air along with the musky scent of sex, and Grey’s mouth brought me back to the edge again.
I decided in that moment I did believe in heaven—on earth, one of our own making.
“Gonna come,” Grey gasped against my clit—the same thought I had.
Spunk shot into my throat, and I swallowed quickly, whining over the tingles racing to my pussy. My climax hit me a heartbeat later, and I struggled to keep my mouth around Grey while he continued to ejaculate bitterness onto my tongue.
“Oh fuck. You’re pulsing around my dick.” Blaine panted, thrusting harder, gagging me over and over while I trembled from my release.
Absolutely. Fucking. Delicious.
“Grey.” Blaine groaned his name and buried deep, stilling. His abs rippled, and I licked every trace of cum from Grey while his friend unloaded in his ass in short thrusts, his deep moan of release in my ears.
“Fuck, yes.” Grey ran his hands over my backside in absent caresses. Murmured praises for his good little girl and boy swelled through my heart.
I’d gotten the answer I’d asked for.
Had barely hoped for.
I’d found the two lovers I’d been seeking.
36
Blaine
My cell rang, but I ignored it for the warm, vanilla-scented woman I cradled in my arms. A grin lit on my face as I took stock of the fact it was early morning and I lay in bed with my two favorite people.
Grey at my back, his groin tucked tight against my ass, and Lily snuggled into my chest.
She huffed with annoyance. “Who the fuck is calling before the sun is up?” she grumbled, her breath hot on my neck.
I rubbed a hand down over her spine to cup one of her ass cheeks. “Don’t care,” I muttered back.
The ringing stopped, and I sighed, sinking into warmth and comfort.
The damn cell started back up again.
“Better answer,” Grey stated quietly against my hair.
I opened my eyes as reality settled in, dissolving the cocoon of Elysium we’d found in each other’s arms. No one would be reaching out to me in the pre-dawn hours, not even Wyatt my boss.
“Shit.” I shifted and half-rolled over Lily to reach my cell on the bedside table.
The New Hampshire number glowing like neon in Grey’s dimmed room jacked my heart rate to top speed.
“Hello?” I asked, adrenaline rushing straight to my heart.
“B-Blaine?” My sister broke into sobs, and my gut clenched up tight.
“Sarah! What happened? Are you okay?”
She cried in my ear as I hopped off the bed, my mind racing over what could have prompted the call and her harsh tears.
Grey’s lamp clicked to life behind me, and I turned, needing his eyes to keep me anchored.
Pale blue, sleepy and yet alert, his orbs captured mine, releasing some of the tightening of my chest.
“Sarah?” I asked again.
Lily scooted close to the bed’s edge and reached for me.
I gave her my hand, clinging tight to the comfort her soft touch offered. My sister sniffled in my ear, but I could breathe easier. “Tell me you’re alright. Please. What’s going on?”
“H-He hurt me. Bad.” Her whispers barely made it through the line.
“Where are you?” I barked the question as the darkness deep inside me began to rise like oozing sewage.
Grey hopped off the bed, moving quickly toward me.
“H-hospital.”
“What happened, Sarah?” I choked out as Grey’s arms slid around my waist from behind, his firm, warm chest giving me something to lean against.
More whimpers and sobs broke in my ears, and I barely contained the angry demands that wanted to escape from my lungs.
I couldn’t fist either hand, couldn’t smash my foot through a wall—because my lovers held me tight, offering shelter from the storm raging inside me.
Muffled noises, then a new voice came over the line. “Is this Blaine Mitchell?”
I swallowed hard at the calm tone in my ear. “Who’s asking?”
“I’m Nina Delmsford, Sarah’s nurse.”
Not a name I recognized from the compound—I had no option but to trust her. “What happened to my sister?” I demanded, my entire body trembling in Grey’s hold.
“She arrived at the ER badly beaten—she miscarried late last evening.”
Fuck.
My eyelids slammed shut, and I slumped into Grey.
Lily’s soft warmth pressed along my front, her cheek atop my pounding heart.
“I-Is she okay?” I rasped around my tight throat.
“Yes, she’s going to be fine,” the nurse assured me. “She said that you’re her next of kin.”
“Yes. Is there anyone else with her?” I asked, thinking of Franklin, the only person she had besides me who cared for her wellbeing.
“No. She arrived alone after eleven last night, and we just settled her into a room a little bit ago.”
A shuddering exhale caved my chest in. “Can I talk to her again, please?”
“Sure thing.”
More muffled fumbling, and sniffles met my ears.
“I’m coming to get you, Sarah.”
“No! No. Please. I-I don’t want you anywhere near here, Blaine. Please. You can’t.”
“What happened,” I finally demanded, my tone firm since she’d calmed down. But I felt anything but stable inside. Were it not for Grey and Lily holding me up, I’d have sunk to the floor and curled into a fetal position.
“He—He caught us together.” Her voice broke, but I waited. “Franklin…”
I scrubbed a hand down over my face, my chest aching from the devastation I heard in her voice, knowing I was powerless to help her from afar.
“Abraham beat him with his fists until he could barely move.”
Fucking monster.
Grey’s hands on my lower belly kept me still, Lily’s kiss over my heart and her clutch on my free hand soothing the emotions wanting to explode from me.
“Then he hit me. Called me names. Told me I would pay for my sins.” My sister’s breath shook, but she pressed on. “I started bleeding down there, and—and he said it was my fault, that God would never allow a harlot like me to carry the promised child.”
I should have felt bad for my sister’s loss, but I couldn’t rouse an ounce of sympathy over the miscarriage. I would offer condolences if she needed, but beyond that? A sense of sick satisfaction rolled through me over the fact Quell wouldn’t get what he’d wanted from my sister.
