“Please don’t be gentle,” I say quietly, but I know all of them heard.
Warren eases back, studying my face.
“I’m not a fragile piece of glass. I just want to feel like myself again,” I say.
“So, you’re saying you want to have some fun,” Tucker says with the devious smirk he wears so well.
I smirk back. “Yes.”
“Then I have a plan,” he says.
“Why are you always coming up with these plans?” Grayson groans.
“Because they’re good plans,” Tucker says, walking toward the walk-in closet. He points between Grayson and me. “More eating pussy and less talking.”
Grayson glares at him. Tucker just gives me a wink over his shoulder.
“I’m doing this because I want to, not because he told me to,” Grayson says, spreading my legs further apart.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, trying not to laugh because I’m pretty sure making him mad now would result in me not having his tongue on my pussy.
I really need that. I need to come.
“Fuck,” I groan as he runs his tongue over me. A bolt of pleasure crashes through me when he reaches my clit.
He continues licking and sucking until I feel like I’m going to combust. Then Warren sucks one nipple into his mouth, pinching the other.
I’m done. I spiral into a pool of pure bliss.
“I love watching you come,” Warren groans against my ear.
Grayson shifts over on the bed, leaving room for Tucker to crawl between my legs. I catch a glimpse of what he’s holding—lube and a pink butt plug.
“You said you wanted to have fun,” Tucker says, waggling his eyebrows at me.
“Yes,” I say eagerly. I’ve been wanting this with them for a long time.
“Roll over, Sunshine,” Tucker says.
Careful not to kick him in the face, I roll over onto my stomach. He maneuvers me so my legs are bent underneath me. My ass is on full display for him.
“So perfect,” Tucker says quietly.
He presses several kisses to each ass cheek before cool liquid slides down my crack. His fingers gently massage around my hole. Every instinct inside of me says to tense up, but it feels so good.
The tip of the plug presses against me. I relax, doing my best to let him in.
“Good girl,” Tucker whispers as the plug eases inside of me. It isn’t large, but I haven’t done this in a while.
I moan with the combined effect of his words and the plug sliding all the way inside of me.
“Good?” Grayson asks.
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, reaching in his direction with grabby hands.
He laughs, lying down beside me. His muscles ripple as he lifts me on top of him. The movement makes the plug shift inside me, and my eyes pop wide.
“Hey,” he says, kissing my cheek.
