She was pink and hot, and she was all Heath wanted.
Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she labored for air, as though her body were an empty cavern without their cocks inside her. “Grey, I want . . .” She paused to take a quavering breath.
“We know what you need, don’t we, Heath? Get your shorts off, Solis.”
Grey steered her around as Heath climbed onto the bed. Leaning back on a tower of pillows, he deftly plucked open the button of his shorts and yanked them down before both their watchful gazes. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
“Is that what you need, baby?” Grey
asked.
She swallowed audibly. Heath took his erection in his hand and swiped his thumb across the dripping slit, inviting her to it. Fuck, he needed her bad.
Her tongue darted out to lick at her lips, and his blood sizzled in his veins as Grey urged her forward. Slim and agile, creamy and feminine, she was climbing on top of him, straddling his hips with her slim, toned legs.
Grey held her hips, and Heath’s words barely got past the tightness in his throat. “Ride me, beautiful.” Ride me to hell and back, and then ride me all the way to heaven.
He cupped her ribs, just above Grey’s hands on her, and they both spread her down over him. He thought he would tear her, he felt so thick, so freaking rigid it hurt to push the head past her swollenness.
“Sit on it, Toni. That’s right, sit on his dick, baby,” Grey told her.
Above Toni’s rolling gasp, the men’s gazes met. Grey’s eyes were red with wanting to pleasure her.And Heath felt the chip fall off his shoulder when he recognized his same old friend as before. Grey’s eyes glowed with trust, not hostility. They were one in wanting to drive themselves to ecstasy in Toni.
They groaned with her when they simultaneously impaled her on Heath. Heath’s head whipped to the side for a blinding, lust-seared moment. Then Grey began to move her. Heath tossed his head again, struggling for control as she clamped and milked him; then Grey lifted her once more.
Seconds passed, their breaths warring in the silence.
A part shriek, part whimper caught in her throat when Grey said “Fuck him!” and pushed her low again, embedding Heath in her, embedding him long and rock hard inside the juiciest, tightest, wettest place he’d ever been in.
“Oh, god!” she cried, head thrown back.
“Ride him,” Grey barked. “Fuck him hard.”
Like a wild animal just liberated, she rode him with purpose. Heath wanted to capture her every move in his eyes, and he wanted to fling his head back and roar with ecstasy. He’d never thought a liberating experience like the one they’d shared could be such an aphrodisiac.
For him, for Grey, for her.
Moving her hips, she mapped his chest with her hands, her eyes dilated and heavy on his face. She was wild, free, untamed, and moving over his cock like crazy. And he was loving the feel of her fingers, her palms as they made love to his skin, loving the dewy patches she left on his abs, his pecs. When she flicked his small brown nipple, he groaned, and his hands went to her hair.
He rubbed his fingertips through the silky tendrils and pitched forward, sheathing himself up to the balls in her, and still it wasn’t quite enough. “Damn, I want you so much.” He raised his head to nibble on a rosy breast.“I want to kiss you all over.” He laved it with his tongue and imagined he was tonguing her mouth—that mouth she’d offered so openly at the party hours earlier. “I want to kiss your mouth, your breasts, your belly button, your feet.”
Her grip was blazing tight around him, and she was such a sight to behold. Her features were mellow with arousal, and her shoulders were shaking, as were her thighs draped over his hips. The adrenaline of her ride and the lust—they were galvanizing things. “Toni.”
“Heath.”
“Oh, fuck,Toni.” He moved in her with single-minded purpose, making a rumbling sound deep in his throat. Sensations ricocheted inside his body.The sight of her over him seared into his brain.
Their skin scraped as they fucked, the bed rocking, her breasts jiggling for his eyes. She mewed in relief when he gave a jarring thrust that stretched her vagina to the limits. He set a wild, animalistic rhythm.
Her pussy was soaked and burning around his penis, the juice falling like a drizzle of rain to coat the curls under his cock. Her hand groped the air nearby for Grey, and Heath sensed she needed him.
Grey stood by the side of the bed with his juice-slicked dick in his hand, his eyes alight with fever.
Heath knew, all of a sudden; Grey would have given him anything for having made Toni smile the way he had.And Heath would have granted Grey anything for allowing her to ride him like this. Heath had hungered to have her; now he hungered to be included in what she and Grey had. Something palpable in the air, something that charged their looks, their touches. And he felt part somehow, right now. He was not the addition, he was . . . among. The thought was stimulating as hell.
Grateful, hungry, he reached out at the same time Toni did, and their hands simultaneously enveloped the veined column of Grey’s cock.
Grey was everything that was strong, everything that made Heath bold; if he screwed up, Grey would fix it. Grey would make it happen, if Heath took the risk.And Grey was also everything that made Toni vulnerable; she was open and soft and giving of love to him.They needed Grey in this.