Heath pinched her erect nipples.
Her spine lifted from the couch, her throat bowed in an elegant curve as she dropped her head back, her eyelashes sweeping down to her cheekbones.
He feathered his lips across hers, latching on to her plump bottom one, then the top. He pushed his tongue inside, made a noise, and huskily whispered, “Open your legs for us.”
He didn’t let go of her breasts as she followed his order, spreading all the way open on the couch. He stroked a hand down the supple silk of her hair, his nose grazing her jaw. “Touch your kitty. It’s so wet I can see it from here.”
Toni heard the slick sound of her pussy sucking her finger in, and Heath groaned as they both watched it disappear through the lips. “How does it feel?”
“Good.”
“Tight? Does it feel tight? Slick?”
“Y-yes.”
“Move it for us, move it inside you.”
She did as he asked, the rhythm she set causing her to break into a sweat.
Soft, gurgling, mating sounds rose up to her throat, and she slid her hand up her drenched entrance so she could stroke her clit in fast, urgent little circles.
He pressed her nipples with his thumbs, then tugged them out with a hard pinch. “You masturbate thinking of your men fucking?”
A whimper tore out of her as she restlessly moved in her seat, pushing her breasts up to his hands and her pussy to her toying finger. “Yes.”
The fast flick of his tongue across a rigid nipple felt like an electric shock coursing through her. “What do you think about?” he demanded.
She yelped when he gripped the heavy globes in his hands, her crested nipples crushed into his palms, and gasped, “You eat each other and you touch each other and . . .”
“We rut with each other.”
“Yes.”
He pinched her extended nipples with two fingers and watched them jerk and darken as they swelled.
Breathing hard, he caught the curve of her earlobe between his lips and tugged. She relished hearing his breath in her ear—almost no breath at all, he breathed so brokenly. “Don’t stop touching yourself.That’s right: fuck that kitty and tell me who it’s for.”
Her hand moved at a frantic pace between her legs. Her middle finger infiltrated her pussy, coming out glistening, plunging back in, then back out to slide up to her clit. Her head rolled senselessly on the couch back, her nostrils flaring with her frenetic breaths as she strained to get the words out. “You and Grey.”
He smoothed his tongue into her ear, and desire threatened to overflow her veins. “That’s right. It’s ours.”
“Heath, please.”
She was riding her hand fast, and her soft breasts were bouncing in his hands as she whimpered, “Oh, god, I want to come. I want . . .”
One second he was before her, kneading her breasts, and the next he was boosting her up. Holding her flush against him, he subjected her mouth to a violent kiss charged with carnal hunger. “You come when I come. I come when Grey comes.”
She framed his face and shifted in his arms so she could wrap her legs around his hips. And Grey was there, his abs at her ankles, and he was lifting up one leg and licking at her toes.
“Please.”Their sexual scent was powerful on their bodies, filling her every breath. She was wrapped in it, in them.
Heath snaked his hand between their bodies to secure the base of his stalk, melting her with the slow surge of his body into hers, strong and slick into her fiery heat.
“Kitten.”
“Heath.” Her fingers were at his shoulders, keeping him close as her cunt clenched around his cock.
“Shit. So tight and slick. So perfect.”