The Satin Sash

At the unexpected suction of his mouth on her breast, her spine curved into a dramatic arc. “Grey.”

He growled and took the pearl between his teeth, tugging gently, then suckling hard. “I want it on your mouth when you come, Antonia. I want you to never fucking forget it. It’s Grey.”

Yes, yes, yes, and he was hers.

Her orgasm was building, swelling inside her at each slide of his shaft, each pull of his scalding mouth on her nipple. “Grey!” she gasped, the pressure building to a peak. “Heath, don’t leave us.”

“I’m right here, Cat. Right here with you.”

She pried her eyes open and found his rigid, powerful legs beside her. When her eyes traveled up their long, bronzed length, his cock was fully erect above her head, rising up toward the muscled squares of his stomach. His balls looked full and tight and she raised her head and gave them a teasing lick, satisfied when he groaned. “Oh, baby, lick me right there.”

She licked him there again, in that smooth place where both balls met.Then she stroked them gently with her hands on her way up to his cock, and caressed the long length of his shaft with her fingers. “Heath.”

He emitted a husky sound that hitched in his throat, and, encouraged, she lowered her mouth to lick a wet path up his erection. The gleaming, musky rod jerked under her tongue, making her tummy constrict.

Nearly salivating for more, she wrapped one hand around the base and slanted his cock lower to her mouth. She teased her tongue around the head, gently swiping up the creamy moisture, and he made that sound again, the raw, strangled sound of a man in pleasure. Her body felt it vibrate like an electrical surge rising from her core.

She trembled from head to toe, powerless against the insistent throbbing of Grey, slowly, slowly rocking inside her pussy. One of her palms came to rest on Heath’s stomach as she used her mouth and fist to set a rhythm.The muscles in his abs contracted when she sucked him in as deep as she could, until his crown touched her throat and her suctions were milking him fast.

He groaned again, deeper this time, as if farther away. As if lost now. Laboring for breath and thirsty as she’d never been, she used her fist to stroke his length up and down, her hand following the fast motions of her mouth.

“Yes,” he hissed, tangling his hand into her hair as her head started to bob, her mouth frantic. She sensed Grey’s smoldering gaze on them. He was watching Heath’s cock slide in and out of her mouth, wet and rigid and marked with veins.

“Can you take me, Cat?” Heath purred, caressing his fingers through the bun halfway undone in her hair. “You know where I want to be.”

“Please. I need you.”

Grey hauled her up, still inside her, and she waited in excruciating, anticipatory bliss as Heath knelt behind her and positioned himself.

Grey went still as Heath entered, groaning, “Kitten, oh, kitty Cat, you’re tiny.”

“All right?” Grey strained out.

She assented with her head, bit at his shoulder. Grey began plunging. “Toni,” he rasped, his body vibrating with tension. “I needed this.You.”

The men slid in perfect accord, one in, one out, the friction unbearable. “I feel you, Grey,” Heath rasped, even as he nipped at her ear, “I feel your cock against mine. Fuck, I love it.”

Toni made a sound, torn in pleasure, and Grey grabbed at him past her shoulder, growling, “Come here, Heathcliff.” He slammed his mouth against Heath’s and they fucked each other with their tongues.

Tearing away, Grey seized her waist and began moving fast, his every effort now on his hips and the powerful slide of his cock into her snug grip. She was awash with sensations, her every nerve attuned to him and Heath, to bringing them pleasure, to taking the pleasure they gave. Nothing else existed. Grey was sweaty, rippling with tension, and fucking her like mad. Heath was going slowly, carefully, the burning driving her to a fever pitch.

“Yes, yes, oh, god!”

Grey brought one knee up, his leg folded, and angled his hips so he’d graze her clit as he stroked. A shudder racked her, the stimulation delicious, poising her orgasm at the very top of that pearly nub.

She rolled her head and gasped. “I’m almos

t there. God, I’m almost there.”

“Jesus, look at you. I’m crazy about you.” Grey gained momentum, then suddenly he called something to Heath, and he rolled over, bringing her with him. And she was mounting him. So ready to come. Quivering down to her bones. Riding him.

She bit her lip, unable to keep her eyes open, and Heath was adjusting behind her, her ass being stuffed with his flesh, his slab of a chest on her back.The whistle of his breath whispered across the top of her head. Her undone hair now tumbled past her shoulders as she rolled her hips, moving fast, searching for release, that instant of pure, white pleasure.The instant the spasms in her vagina would drain Grey dry inside her, make Heath spill in her.

Grey’s hands fluttered up her stomach and grabbed the globes of her breasts.And his face. Dear god, it was twisted with ecstasy, his eyes sizzling as he watched her.“Ooh!” she cried when he tweaked her nipples, then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Look at me,Toni.”

She opened her eyes, stared into his as they screamed out his love for her, and her body clutched his in a long, tight orgasm. When she cried out his name, he bucked under her, coming with her name on his lips, too. His head twisted to one side as a tremor racked him.