“Bend over.”
Planting his hands on the edge of the bed, Heath bent over slightly, his thick, packed torso unyielding and motionless, waiting. Grey reached around, touched his cock with one hand. He fondled him as easily as he would himself—as though it were his own cock he was fisting. He caressed upward, engulfing the reddened head in a big, loose fist. Heath’s abdomen rippled when Grey tightened his hold, then released him, sending his cock slapping hungrily against his stomach.
As Grey rolled on the rubber,Toni thought he was long enough to sink it right up to Heath’s throat. He lubed himself, then he gripped Heath’s hips and grunted as he nudged him.
A strangled sound welled up in Heath’s throat, his body stiffening as though in pain, and Grey said, “Ahh, that’s what you crave. Hmm? A cock in your ass? Are you watching this, sweetheart? This show’s just for you.”
Toni hadn’t realized she had so many nerves in her body, and that they could all quiver at the same time. Her pussy throbbed, a river of lava, her lips so turgid she could barely ease her fingers inside. Through eyes that shimmered blindingly with passion, the sight of them was visual ecstasy. She was wiggling in her seat, her nipples screaming to be touched, her skin scorching on the inside.
Grey became rough with Heath, pistoning his hips without mercy, not gentle like he was with Toni—because Heath wasn’t breaking for anything. He was locked in his place, taking Grey in with straining muscles, his frame powerful and unbending. Heath engulfed the tip of his own erection in one big hand and smoothed his fist upward, closing his eyes. Grey’s skin glistened, his chest laboring for breath, and then he was shoving his mouth at Heath’s ear, hissing, “Are you touching yourself, Heathcliff?”
“Yeah.”
“Did I say you could touch your dick?”
“Shut up and give it to me.”
Heath’s hand expertly worked up and down his length. Toni climbed to her knees and seized him, and he bucked in pleasure, his breath whistling through his teeth.“Shit, yes, like that. Oh, baby, just like that.” The black eyes he fixed on hers were stormy with lust, and the hand that reached between her legs unerringly found her.
She purred while he fingered her, and in the meantime Grey was on him, his mouth on his ear, tonguing him, his cock carving into him.
“Make noise for Toni.”
Heath groaned. And it was a rousing, concentrated sound that went straight to her head. Perspiration gathered on their flesh, their foreheads.Their balls slapped as they moved.
“Tell me how much you like being fucked, Heathcliff.”
“When you tell me how hot my ass is and how you’re loving this.”
“You’re not getting anything from me but cock.” He thrust deeper, his jaw bunching tight. “Take her while I take you, Heath. I want her coming with me.”
“Come here, Cat.” Heath grasped her by the ankles, dragged her down the length of the bed until she was splayed beneath him, and pinned her arms at her sides. Grey looked down at her as Heath swiped his tongue around the puckered tip of a breast. “You’re trembling,” Heath spoke against the nipple.“You’re so excited. Do you like it?”
“I love it,” she whispered, stroking his face, meeting Grey’s liquid gold gaze as Heath spread her thighs wide and entered her. She gasped as Grey shoved hard into Heath, his powerful thrust simultaneously digging Heath deeper into her. It was like being fucked by Grey with an extension, or like being possessed by both of them at once—it was like being poss
essed, period. She was awash with sensations, with pleasure, with the sheer carnality of what they were doing.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Grey asked.
“Good, so good.” God, so very, very good.
“One more whimper out of you, Heath, and I think we’ll firmly establish who the girl is.”
And he was coming. This fucking Heathcliff while he worked his cock into Toni’s drenched sex seemed to undo him. He exploded with a muted sound that worked his mouth open, and Heath’s cum gushed into her as he bucked his hips. He hadn’t worn a condom, and she felt the warmth of him bathe her tissues and slide down the insides of her lips. Hovering on the brink, her womb bursting with tension, she saw Heath extract himself from her pussy and guide his still-hardened cock to stroke her clitoris. He circled the taut pebble with the slick-coated head, caressing both of them with their sexes and juice, and her orgasm took her with such power she came off the bed with a cry of bliss.
For minutes she lay in a tangle of limbs with Heath’s heavy body against hers, the sound of a faucet running filtering through her haze. Grey moved around the room in silence, until Heath looked over his shoulder.
“Aww, come on, don’t look so serious.We fucked. I don’t see a problem.”
“Heath, you’re really something—do you know that?”
“I do.” He pushed himself upright and slapped Grey’s shoulder. “Welcome to being bi. Embrace it, buddy.”
And then Grey came over, scooped her up like a limp, sexually sated doll, and carried her into the bathroom. She sighed when he set her into the tub, the warm water seeping into her muscles. She relaxed when he settled behind her, stretching his legs down the length of the tub.
“I am so blown away, I can’t stop thinking about it,” she murmured, gazing up at the bright light fixture and wiping her eyes with her hands.
Heath joined in on the other end of the tub, resting his head against the glossy ivory surface. His eyes were weighted and smoky as he gazed at her.