Stitches

My heart soars, but before I can utter a word, his mouth claims mine and all my words escape. I lift my legs to wrap them around his hips, but Griff is still fingering me. It’s intoxicating, Griff still inside me in some way, my husband’s hips smashing against me. The exhilaration of having them both on me like this ratchets up my arousal. Little helpless sounds slip out of me between kisses, then while Sebastian ravages my mouth, Griff starts kissing my neck. Fireworks explode in too many sensitive areas and I can’t take it anymore. I come already, crying out, riding Griff’s hand, holding onto Sebastian, terrified he’ll abandon my mouth.

Much of the strength leaves my body and I sag back against Griff. He withdraws his fingers from my body. I can feel his arousal pressing into my back as Sebastian pushes me even harder against Griff’s body. The raw physicality of these two men is too much to bear, but boy, am I up to trying.

“On the floor,” Sebastian commands, tearing his mouth from mine.

My legs are still a little shaky, but I slide on the floor anyway. I sit back on my heels and peer up at him, awaiting further direction. Licking my lips, I watch intently as Sebastian strokes his cock. God, I love that perfect instrument. I inch forward, raising big, innocent eyes at him. “Want a little help with that?”

“I do.”

That’s all the direction I need. I crawl forward and climb between his legs, grabbing that much loved cock he’s handling and close my own fingers around the base. I look up and hold his gaze as I open wide and take his head into my mouth, shallow at first, using my lips and enjoying the salty taste of him. God, I love the way he looks at me. He looks at me like I’m his everything, the very blood moving through his veins, the only reason he wakes up in the morning, the only person he could ever imagine going to sleep next to at night. He fills me up in every single way—and breaks me down in the playful, sexy ways we both enjoy.

Overcome with a burst of love, I lavish all that feeling on his cock. I’m already giving and giving, but he wants more. Shoving his fingers through my hair, he grabs a fistful and pushes more of himself into my throat. I struggle to take him all, not prepared for the push, but I meet my husband’s greed with generosity. The more he takes, the more I want to give him.

His roaring desire always feeds mine. He consumes me, and I happily burn up with him every single night.

As I suck Sebastian, my gaze darts over to Griff. He’s watching me, so his hot gaze lands on mine as soon as I look his way. While I’ve been pleasuring my husband, Griff must have been undressing; now he’s naked as he strokes his big cock and gets it ready for me.

I moan around Sebastian’s cock, throbbing with need. He grips my hair harder, uses my mouth more roughly.

“You can play with his cock soon,” my husband assures me.

I massage his balls, taking him more eagerly in response.

A moment later, he yanks me off him and gives me a little push toward Griff. “His turn,” Sebastian says.

I catch myself and crawl between Griff’s legs. He’s glaring over at Seb, probably for the push, so I grab his cock and steal his attention. I lick my way along his length, then hold his gaze while I run my tongue over his head, then take it deep in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, working his fingers into my hair so much more gently than Sebastian did. Reverently.

His tenderness makes my heart kick up a couple beats. I close my eyes and do my best to pay it back, stroking him, sucking him, worshiping every inch of his cock with my mouth.

I wouldn’t stop, but Sebastian grabs my hair and pulls me off. He’s in a rough mood tonight. I like it, but Griff doesn’t, so I wish he would’ve saved it for when it’s just us.

He drags me back and pushes me down on the floor.

“Hey, knock it the fuck off,” Griff says.

“Don’t start with me,” Sebastian says.

“Griff,” I say, my stomach fluttering with nerves. I reach a hand out to him like I want him, and even though he still tosses a look of annoyance at my husband, he joins me on the floor. I offer him a little smile and rub his side.

“Take her mouth,” Sebastian directs, pushing my legs apart and climbing between them.

“Like this?” Griff asks, mildly surprised. “She’s on her back. She’ll have no control.”

“I know,” Sebastian states, like that’s the point.

I let my hand drift down to Griff’s thigh and I caress it, coaxing him nearer. Coaxing him to follow Sebastian’s orders. “Take my mouth, Griff. Please.”

Muttering a low oath, he stares at me for another moment before ultimately giving in and climbing on top of me. My brain works to keep up with my body and Seb’s directions, but pinned down like this, my body is throwing off some mixed signals. Sebastian pins me down from time to time and I love it, but I’ve never been dominated like this before. I’ve never had two men pinning me to the ground, leaving me literally no control over anything. With Sebastian being in a weird mood and Griff quick to fight, though, I put my big girl panties on and brace a hand on one of the large, muscular thighs pinning me to my living room floor.

“Are you sure about this?” Griff asks.

Instead of answering, I reach for his cock and stroke it until he pushes it toward my mouth. I open my mouth for him in silent invitation.

“Don’t take it easy on her,” Sebastian says. “Make her take every fucking inch of you.”

As if I’m not wet enough, he has to go and say a thing like that.