The mattress screeched as he stabbed her mouth again and again, his neck straining, his entire face twisted with pleasure. Oh, god. He was perfect. Reckless and powerful and out of control.
She reached between his splayed legs and grazed her thumbs across the hair-roughened sac of his balls. He flung his head back. “Fuck, that mouth does wonders,Toni.”
The heavy rod slid in and out of her mouth. Grey grabbed her hips and fitted himself to her entrance as Heath grunted, groaned, thrashed on the bed. “Eat me up,Toni. Eat me up—” His desperate words turned to a gravelly groan as his cock jerked inside her, a spurt of warmed, spicy cream sluicing into her mouth.
He convulsed so powerfully, a tremble of her own jolted through her. Feverishly she drank the rich liquid, but it was so much that some of him trickled out the corner of her lips. Her own orgasm felt poised in her clit and she knew if she touched herself just lightly, she would burst. But instead her hands were on his thighs, feeling those contracted muscles loosen as he went lax.
And Grey roared and stabbed inside, long and fat and rabid for her, fucking right there where she was wet and open. She screamed. Her pussy rippled, clamping onto the scalding length that stroked her insides. The fronts of his thighs were flush against the backs of hers, his body draped over hers like a blanket of fire.
A sensory overload threatened to assail her. She began to tremble, sizzling shivers running all over her.The musk of Heath’s feverish skin, his shaft—still fully erect against her chin and neck—most of all the animal vibrations rumbling up his throat as he watched.
Rapture gripped her as Grey stabbed her with a teeth-jarring thrust and hissed, “Touch your little pussy for me.” She exploded. Grey clamped her waist in his hands as her walls contracted around him, milking all nine inches of that raging cock.
With an expletive, he rammed his hips to hers, deepening his thrust, and let out a fiery groan while his large, magnificent body trembled against hers.
Seconds after the lingering tremors receded, Toni cradled Heath’s testicles in her palms, tracing the head of his cock with her tongue.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered, licking more of the driblets of cum that seeped through the slit. He seized the back of her head and gently pulled her up until her face was a whisper from his.
His eyes positively burned.The blunt side of his thumb swiped across her lips, gathering his moisture. He dipped it into her mouth, smeared her tongue with the flavor of him. She purred with hunger, and he rasped, “Fuck me,Toni Kearny. Fuck me until we can’t breathe, until we pass out, until there’s not a drop left in my body.”
The words—dirty words spoken with fervid need and on such a poetic note—brought a sluggish smile to her lips. “A poet, are you, Heath?” she teased.
He gathered her in his big arms and rolled on top of her, setting her down on the length of the bed. His face lax with desire, he reached down and trailed two fingers across her wet pussy. “I want to come here.”
She trailed her fingers down his furrowed chest, so tempted to feel the little hairs there, caress the damp, glistening flesh underneath. “Yes.”
He adjusted her under his body, fleetingly glanced past his shoulder. “This all right with you, Grey?”
A second passed.Then the sound of a foil slapping flesh. “Use a goddamned rubber.”
Toni was well protected. She and Grey never used a condom, and it hadn’t occurred to her how necessary one was. Because Heath fucked a lot, and he fucked everyone; he loved fucking. God.
Heath eased his weight off her and Toni scrambled up to help him, wanting to touch his penis again, feel it against her fingers. He surrendered the foil quietly, his gaze tracking her moves, watching her slide the thumbs of both hands as she sheathed him. He touched her cheek in a tender gesture that surprised her.“Thank you.”
Swamped with an emotion she couldn’t place, she cupped his jaw in her hands and tilted her head up to his, but before their lips could touch he sank his face into her neck, giving her throat a blistering, openmouthed kiss—unlike any the area had known before.
She linked her hands behind his neck and took him down with her. She fell back on the pillows, her thighs parting as he lowered himself above her, long and excited.
He drew back to watch her, shielding her view with his broad shoulders so that all she saw when their sexes touched was Heath and those glowing black eyes, the straining shoulders, that rugged face. His shaft slid back and forth against her swollen nub. She squirmed anxiously when he did not enter, and he smiled.
“I know you want me. Here”—he pressed his head to her— “take this.” He eased into the slick sheath, and simultaneously they moaned. The deep slide of him inside her awakened all her inner nerves. He sank in deeper. Heavier than Grey, making deep, rumbling sounds that were different and arousing.
The bulbous head of him stretched her slowly, the steel column advancing inch by inch inside her. She burned with it, burned for more. The tissue was swollen, sensitive, ravaged by Grey but still dripping in moisture for Heath. She moaned in her throat and locked her ankles at his back, arching.
Grey was at her ear, sounding so aroused he made her flesh pebble. “You look gorgeous when you’re being fucked. The way your body moves. I could film you like this.” Her heart fluttered at his words. She reached out to touch him and he snatched her hand and brought it up to his mouth, nipping at her wrist with his lips.
That this was pleasing Grey made her so wet, so fevered. Watch me, Grey. Watch me come; watch me love it.
But Grey wasn’t content to just watch. He pulled her arms back, pinioned them behind her head for the invasion of Heath. He nibbled
her fingers while Heath slowly, lazily fucked her. Her breasts, so exposed in this position, bounced a little, and Heath watched them with glee, eyes glimmering.
Heath flattened his palms on her stomach, pushed up the mounds with the heels of his palms. His callused hands felt dry as paper, and her senses reeled at the new sensation of him squeezing, groping, kneading.
She responded eagerly with sounds that told him just how delicious she found his touch, most of all his licks. He licked her everywhere, using only his tongue—no lips, no nibbling—just licking, leaving a moist path all over her skin. He circled his hips, withdrew, and stayed out long enough for her to mewl in protest.
He impaled her again, and she tensed, a sound leaving her lips. Tendons in his neck strained against his throat as he plunged to the depths of her and withdrew.Then her hands were on the firm flesh of his ass cheeks, gripping the rigid muscle, urging him to go on.