Grayson moves my legs so they’re resting over the outside of his. When he spreads his legs further apart, I’m left wide open before Warren in my yellow and orange thong.
“Of course it’s yellow,” Warren says, running his finger across the lace but not touching anywhere I really want him to.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“It’s your favorite color,” Warren says.
“How do you even know that?”
My mind flits through the few conversations we’ve had over the last couple of years, when we both moved here.No, I’m pretty sure I haven’t said anything.
“Warren pays attention to everything,” Tucker says from his same spot beside us on the couch.
Oh.
Warren runs his finger over my clit, and I gasp, my whole body locking up in anticipation. Even through the fabric of mypanties, his touch quiets my mind, making me focus solely on him.
Or I should saytheirtouch, because Grayson takes that moment to tilt my head to the side and resume his relentless kissing and nipping on my neck.
“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” Warren asks.
My mind is already a bit hazy, but I manage to get out a strangled, “Both.”
He grins, sliding my thong off.I love his smile.
But then his tongue moves up over the entirety of my pussy and I think I love that a whole lot more.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, bucking up against his face.
“Thatta girl,” I hear Tucker say.
Warren’s strong hands grip my thighs while his mouth works over my pussy.I am going to come embarrassingly quick like this.
Grayson’s fingers tilt my chin toward him until his lips are right there. His mouth grazes against mine.
A flood of all the kisses we shared that night storm through me. The way he groans into the kiss tells me he’s probably thinking the same thing.
Even though we only spent one night together, kissing him feels like coming home.
Warren flattens his tongue against my clit, increasing the pressure as he licks from side to side.
I bury my face in Grayson’s neck as my orgasm slams into me. I moan and writhe against Warren’s face as I continue to come and come and come some more.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he eases back. I’m completely boneless on top of Grayson. Even as spent as I feel, the sight of Warren lickingmeoff his lips is almost enough to send me over the edge again.
“I think she’s got one more in her,” Grayson says. I glance up at him with wide eyes but nod. “Good girl.” He kisses my temple.
Why do those words make women a melted puddle on the floor?I don’t know, but that’s currently what I am.
Warren slides a single finger through my wetness before easing it into me. “So beautiful,” he says, barely above a whisper.
I’m so worked up, it doesn’t take long before he slides in a second finger. I watch as his fingers move in and out of me. I see Tucker’s hand move in until he’s gently caressing my clit.
After my previous orgasm, I’m already sensitive. His barely there touch is making my legs quiver.
Grayson’s hand slides down over my torso until he’s nudging Tucker’s hand farther down.
“So bossy,” Tucker says.
