Deviant (Boys of Winter 3)

A proud as fuck grin pulls at the side of his mouth, and in true Grayson fashion, not a word is said about it, just the silent acknowledgment between us is more than enough.

Without hesitation, Grayson drops his lips back to my nipple, and I grind down against him, needing so much more. My fingers rake into his hair, fisting around his dark locks and holding him right where I want him. My back arches and Cruz’s soft groan from behind me only has me arching even more, thrusting my ass back and showing off every little curve of my body.

I look back over my shoulder and watch the way Cruz focuses on me, scanning his gaze over my body and eating it up, the desire in his eyes proof of how badly he wishes I’d let him touch me.

Grayson’s arm winds around my waist, and as he pulls me in closer, he presses up against me, letting me feel just how ready he is. “You know,” I mutter as my head tips back, my eyes closing with the intensity of my desire and pleasure consuming me. “I’m going to need you to make another one of those videos, but just for me. I want your eyes staring right down the camera, and instead of those low groans, I want to hear my name on your lips. Give me that, and I swear, I’ll go to bed watching you every fucking night for the rest of my life.”

Grayson’s eyes come back to mine, full of desire and promise. “You liked that?” he grumbles, his voice low and seductive.

I nod. “I didn’t just like it, I fucking needed it.”

A cocky as fuck smirk pulls at his lips, but before I allow him a chance to gloat about just how much I need him, I crush my lips back to his and all conversation ceases. Grayson’s hands roam over my body as his tongue pushes into my mouth.

I groan into him, pressing my tits against his strong chest and grinding my pussy against his cock.

How was I so stupid to have waited so long for this? I should have thrown myself at Grayson the very second I met him. Though, I guess I was busy throwing myself at King and Cruz every chance I got.

Grayson’s hand slips into the back of my sweatpants and he grabs hold of my ass, giving it a firm squeeze and rocking me forward over his cock once again.

A needy pant pulls from deep within me and the desperation becomes all too much.

As if sensing the urgency pulsing through my body, Grayson curls his strong arm around my waist, and in the same second, he lifts me up while tearing my sweatpants and thong down my legs with his other hand.

I’m lowered back onto his lap and just as my thighs rest back against his, my hand comes down between us. I dive into the front of his sweatpants and instantly curl my fingers around his hard cock while watching the look of pure satisfaction tearing across his face.

I’ve never seen such a perfect sight.

My hand works up and down his velvety skin, my thumb roaming over his tip and passing over his piercing, making him silently beg for more. He raises his hips and lifts us both up from the couch as his sweatpants disappear out of sight.

Cruz’s low groans tear through the room and as Grayson adjusts his hold around my waist and brings me down over his cock, Cruz’s groans only grow more desperate.

I’m lowered onto him and the walls of my pussy are stretched around his monster cock, the cold metal from his piercing rubbing along the inside of my cunt. “Holy fuck,” I moan, tipping my head back and closing my eyes as the pleasure instantly overwhelms me.

It’s been too long. I’ve missed his touch so desperately. From now on, I’ll definitely try to avoid being shot again. I couldn’t possibly put myself through the torture of not being touched by my boys for so long. It sucked, like really fucking sucked.

Feeling Cruz’s eyes boring into my back, I look over my shoulder and meet his burning stare. The poor guy, he can barely hold on. The desire pulsing through his eyes is nearly enough to have me going back on my word and inviting him to join, but I won’t dare, not when he came in here with the intention to embarrass Grayson. He’s been a bad, bad boy and I’ll make sure that he knows it, though I’m not one to hold a grudge. I’ll be sure to make it up to him later.

Cruz silently pleads, giving me the best puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen, but he should know me better than that. If he wants me to break—puppy dog eyes aren’t the way to go about it. Now, if he tempted me with chocolates and ice cream; that would be a different story.