He’s already pulled his pants down enough that his cock is out and ready. It’s currently nestled between my thighs. My dripping pussy slides against him with every movement either of us makes.
The silence as we stare into each other’s eyes is intoxicating. So many things said without a single word being uttered.
We can’t believe that we’re here right now. Neither of us regrets anything that led us to this moment.
“I’m not going to last long,” he says. “After watching that live porn show, I’m going to blow in five seconds.”
I giggle, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Can you get there fast for me?” he asks.
“Mmhmm,” I mutter.
“Good girl,” he says with a smirk, remembering how much I liked it when he said that to me.
Fuck.
He reaches his hand between us to position himself at my entrance. As soon as his hand is free, he slams forward.
I start to moan, but his mouth lands on mine. Any noise I make is absorbed in our kiss.
His hands firmly grip my ass as he slams up into me.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps out between heavy breaths.
My hand slides down between our writhing bodies, caressing my swollen bundle of nerves. I circle my fingers with the amount of pressure I know will have my tumbling over the edge again, especially with the way Grayson is destroying my pussy.
“Come with me,” he groans.
My muscles start to tighten. I glance for the first time over Grayson’s shoulder at the two men staring at us. Neither of them looks jealous. They just look hungry as fuck, and I happen to be the buffet.
Their lust-filled gazes send me into oblivion. My free hand grips tightly in Grayson’s hair.
As soon as I clench around him, Grayson lets out a string of curses as he comes. “Thank fuck. I wasn’t going to last another second.”
Our hips continue to slowly grind against each other until we are both wrung out from our orgasms. His forehead rests against mine.
“Damn,” he whispers. “I missed you.”
I drag in a heavy breath. “I missed you, too.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tucker
I don’t normally saythis, but I’m kind of glad tonight is our last softball game of the season. I love playing. It gives me somewhere to focus all my extra energy, but it’s getting cold.
It’s October now, and this high in the mountains, the first snow isn’t that far down the road.
The sun set about ten minutes ago, and now I’m wishing I wore a long sleeve under my team T-shirt. I’m also not loving my exposed calves with the basketball shorts I have on. At least we’re getting close to the end of the game.
I need to push all of that out of my head, though, because we cannot lose tonight. If we let them win, the Kingston brothers will be ruthless until next season starts.
I refuse to listen to their taunts. I want to be the one dishing them out.
I spin the ball in my hand until the laces line up just right. Will gives me a cocky smirk, making small circles with the bat over his shoulder.
Not tonight, bud. I want to go home and put some sweats on.
