A melting sensation spread through her thighs as she mapped his arms with trembling fingers. She stopped exploring and sunk her nails into his shoulders when his mouth opened around her, covering her with heat. The power in his mouth combined with the soft sucking noises felt like jolts of lightning.
Silently winding around her like a panther, Grey came to watch.
His sculpted bronze torso, his neck, his muscled arms—her heart pounded at the sight. Her breath became ragged as he wrapped a hand around his pulsing flesh and stroked up. She’d never seen him touch himself. He did it so expertly, almost casually, the unmistakable scrape of flesh singing in her ears. He was marvelous. A god. Touching himself.
Their gazes met over Heath’s hunched shoulders. Gazing deep into her eyes, he stroked himself a second time—deliberately slowly, so it took him two full seconds to go from base to head and back down again. She licked her lips, loving that cock, that long- fingered hand, that man. A spiral of wanting whirled inside her tummy.
“Do that again,” she mouthed.
He shook his head, eyes glimmering as he let go of himself and took another step. She watched him bob as he walked, and her pussy rippled with wanting that cock just as it was; marvelously red and fully extended.
A tender heat mingled with lust shone in his eyes as he came within touching distance. He reached out to pet her free breast, smiling as he plucked the nipple with two fingers. “This one’s mine.” He lowered his head, his eyes on hers, and against her flesh, breathed, “You’re mine.”
She clutched the back of his head and drew him to her breast. “Yes.”
When he covered her nipple with his mouth, she threw her head back in bliss. “Yes.”
Wow wow wow wow . . .
She’d never thought it would feel like this. She’d worried she would discover this had been a bad idea, but no, no, it was so good. Felt so maddeningly good.
There wasn’t a single breath she took that wasn’t spiced with their desire. Sensations assailed her, one after the other, following their touches, their sounds. Her nipples had never felt so hard, so hot. Grey’s mouth was sure and loving on her nipple, and the breast Heath suckled grew raw and fiery. He was not a gentle lover, and his roughness excited her, his hands not so careful as they went around her and squeezed her ass. She yelped in surprise, and his gruff sound was muffled by her sweaty skin.
He moved, and a thick, blunt- fingered hand slipped between her thighs. She bucked when he found her and pressed the tip of a callused finger into her clit. Her breath hissed through her teeth.
Grey looked up from her breast. “You like that?”
“God. Perfect. Yes.”
“She likes that, Heath.”
And Heath did it again. And again. He caught the flesh and pinched, pressed, plucked. She screamed, her head rolling loosely on her neck, her breath soughing out of her chest. Grey moved around her, became her wall, and raw, hungry screams welled up in the back of her throat as she let her weight rest on him, let Heath do things to her.
Their combined panting breaths were like a dark, endless song in the room, punctuated with Toni’s cries as Heath made bold, wicked movements on her clit.
Grey’s chest jerked roughly against her back as he breathed. “Toni?” His murmur throbbed in her ear. “Tell us what you want, baby.”
“She wants me to eat her.”
Her mind spun with Heath’s dirty talk as he knelt before her, drawing her legs apart.
His eyes bored into hers for a heart-stopping moment, and smiling a lazy, sexy smile, he ducked his head. “Don’t you, Toni?” A moan caught in the back of her throat when he tasted her. A soft, wet flick.
“Yes.” Please please please please.
His tongue came so long, so strong, giving deep, velvety strokes up her entrance. She’d never been licked like this. He licked like a dog, using only his tongue, and it was maddeningly erotic.
Grey’s breath whispered across her hair, his mouth nipping at her shoulder. “You’re awfully quiet, my love.”
She smothered a sound. She’d imagined she would ravage them, both of them, take them like a wild woman, but she could hardly move. Only feel. Feel them. Against her. Doing dirty things to her.
Instinctively, her hands came up, burying in Heath’s soft, thick hair, drawing his mouth against her clit.
“Don’t you want me to know you’re enjoying it?” Grey pressed.
Heath laved the bud with his tongue, his thumb driving inside her. Her body surged up hungrily, but she kept from moaning still. Embarrassed. Embarrassed that she was ready to come.
“Give me your moans, baby, purr for me.” Grey’s strong, elongated erection dug into her bottom, intensifying her yearning as he played her nipples to an ache. “Purr for Heath,Toni.”