Stitches

My own heart thunders in my ear while I murmur close to his, “Please, Griff.”

With one last searing kiss, he pops off my nipple and straightens, pushing my hand away and dragging down the zipper of his pants. “You want this, huh?”

“Yes,” I tell him, eyeing up the bulge, letting him see how greedy I am as he lowers his pants, then shoves down his boxer briefs. His cock is hard and ready for me. I twist and brace my weight on my elbow, grasping him with my other hand and stroking his hard length.

Sebastian pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my hips, turning me over the rest of the way so I’m on my belly. Griff changes positions so I’m between his legs and I bend my head, taking him into my mouth while Sebastian shoves two fingers inside me and squeezes the globes of my ass. Everything feels so good. Sebastian builds up my pleasure, thrusting his fingers in and out of me while I labor over his best friend’s cock. Griff tenderly moves his fingers through my hair, emitting quiet, steady sounds of pleasure.

It gets harder and harder to concentrate on pleasuring Griff as Sebastian’s skilled fingers travel the familiar path toward my pleasure. He’s still only using his fingers, but Sebastian can get me off with any part of his body. Sometimes I think the man could talk me to an orgasm if he really set his mind to it. Right now they hit my G-spot relentlessly. I don’t want to leave Griff hanging, but I have to pop off, my fingers digging into his thighs. I cry out desperately as Sebastian pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

“Stop,” Griff says, suddenly.

I don’t think he’s talking to me, but my heart obeys him. I look up, betrayal flashing across my features, and to my dismay, my husband listens!

“No,” I object, looking back at Sebastian. “What are you doing?”

He watches Griff, cocking his head. Ordinarily Sebastian calls the shots, but he seems curious.

My husband further betrays me, pulling his fingers from my body altogether. I sag against the mattress rather dramatically, but fuck, why would you steal my orgasm right at the last second like that?

“I’m never having sex with either of you again,” I threaten, despite the absolute lack of truth to that statement. “Never ever. I hope you both have good relationships with your hands.”

Griff smirks, pushing me off his leg and climbing behind me. I should probably pay more attention to his movements, but I’m too sexually frustrated.

“Her mouth’s not enough,” Griff states. “Tonight her pussy’s mine.”

Relief drizzles through me at least knowing despite stealing my orgasm, now Griff is going to shove his long cock inside

my pussy and fill the aching void.

Amusement is heavy in my husband’s voice. “I don’t know, she just swore she’d never fuck us again. Think she meant it?”

It’s such a ridiculous notion, a burst of laughter shoots out of Griff.

“You’re both assholes,” I inform them, without moving from my crater of disappointment. “Somebody better fuck me or I’m going to finish the job myself.”

“Go ahead,” Sebastian says, apparently unthreatened. “We’ll enjoy the show and fuck you after.”

“I’m not going to turn that down,” Griff agrees.

“Nope. I’m going to make you both lie here with blue balls,” I inform them. “I’ll get myself off and then my pussy will be closed for business—and my ass and my mouth, before anyone gets any ideas.”

“I guess now you know how to piss off Moira,” Sebastian tells Griff. “Stop fucking her just before she comes.”

“I’m gonna go find a third husband,” I state. “One who will give me all the orgasms I want and never leave me—”

I don’t get to finish my empty threat. I feel a large presence hovering over me, a cock poking me in the lower back, then a big, rough hand closes over my mouth. Griff. I don’t know what he’s doing, but a shiver of excitement flutters through me at this sudden burst of dominance.

His face burrows into my neck, then he nibbles on my ear lobe. His gravelly voice fills my ear. “I don’t fucking think so, baby. You’re all ours.”

I tip my head back and easily get his hand off my mouth. It slides lower to my throat. “Why don’t you show me, then?”

“Is that what you need?” he murmurs, before leaving a few hot kisses along the pale column of my neck.

I shiver and nod my head. “I need you to show me I’m yours, Griff. Fuck me like you own me, like this is your only chance to prove it.”

His fingers dance along my neck one more time while he seems to consider, then his hand drifts away. I swallow, waiting to see what he’ll do.

He grabs my shoulder and rolls me onto my back, pinning me beneath his powerful body. Excitement surges through me as he grabs my hands and wrenches them over my head.