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“Gracie,” Grant growled, unable to restrain the animalistic sound that began in his chest and quickly rumbled up past his throat. “Baby…”
He was attempting to warn her, to let her know that he wasn’t going to last if she kept doing that … oh, fuck … that wicked, wonderful thing she was doing with her tongue. But heaven help him, her mouth felt so damned good wrapped around his dick, silky-smooth heat engulfing him, sending spikes of pleasure darting straight to his balls.
Holy… His sexy cowgirl was going to send him directly past the finish line with no other participants, namely Lane and Gracie, in sight if she didn’t slow… hell!
“Ahh, damn.” Lane’s voice echoed in the small room, the welcome thunder of the man’s guttural tone jarring Grant from his solo trip to completion.
Clamping his hand down on Lane’s thick thigh, Grant struggled to ground himself, to focus on the warmth of Lane’s skin against his palm, the flex of Lane’s muscles beneath his fingertips as he, too, fought the inevitable. For Grant, it was the equivalent of counting backward from a million, just to keep from prematurely succumbing to the release that was so damn close…
“Dayum,” Grant whimpered.
He and Lane were stretched out on Gracie’s bed on their backs, where they’d been for the last few minutes, sprawled side by side, while Gracie was straddling their legs. Lane’s thigh was pressed against Grant’s, Lane’s coarse leg hair rough and sensual against Grant’s skin, while the contrasting smoothness of Gracie’s soft thighs pinned them in place. She’d been perched atop them as though they might be planning to get up and walk out of the room or something.
Like Grant was planning to go anywhere. Especially when she did that…
“Fuck,” Grant cried out, his fingertips digging into Lane’s leg. “Gracie… Oh, damn, darlin’, slow down.”
Oh, mother of all things holy!
Grant nearly came up off the bed when Lane decided to offer up his own brand of sensual torture: his big, firm hand gripping the base of Grant’s cock. Son of a… Grant had to bite his lip to keep from exploding right in Gracie’s lush mouth.
They were tag-teaming him, something they’d done on more than one glorious occasion in recent months—and no, he wasn’t complaining, but hell, he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this. Not after the four-day dry spell he’d just been forced to endure thanks to their ridiculously stressful work schedule.
It’d been seven weeks to the day since the very first time they’d fallen into bed together, although “falling into bed” was hardly a fitting description for the life-changing events that had occurred during that first night they were together. Between then and now, they’d managed to sneak in a quickie at least three times a week—not nearly enough for Grant—but this was the first late-night encounter since that first mind-boggling weekend.
Although Grant was seriously tempted to let go, to give in to the carnality of the exquisite torment and allow Gracie’s sweet mouth to suck him dry, he wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet.
With as much self-control as he could rally, Grant gripped Lane’s wrist, holding the man’s hand still. Of course, Lane being Lane, he simply squeezed, making all of the blood pool in the head of Grant’s dick.
Daaayyuum! That was definitely not helping matters much.
At the same time, Grant slipped the fingers of his other hand into Gracie’s long, silky blond hair, effectively subduing her, although she still had her mouth wrapped around the engorged head of his throbbing cock, flicking relentlessly.
“You two are gonna be the death of me,” Grant said, his voice sounding as though he’d just gargled sand.
Gracie’s answering smile was potent enough to light up the surface of the sun. She released him from the heaven of her mouth long enough to say, “That’s the idea.”
“Not yet, it’s not,” he informed her, shifting just enough to keep her from driving him stark raving mad once again.
Since he had their attention, Grant took the opportunity to turn the tables. Or more accurately, to turn Gracie. He moved, persuading her with a twist of his body to slide off his leg, and just as he’d anticipated, Lane wrapped his muscular arms around her, pulling Gracie back on top of him, her back to Lane’s front.
“Oh, yeah,” Grant crooned as he stared down at his two lovers. “Exactly where I want you.”
“Which one of us?” Gracie goaded.
“Both of you,” he replied, offering her a suggestive grin. Turnabout was fair play, after all. “Now don’t move.”
With Gracie now parallel to Lane, Grant eased himself between their spread legs while he slid his hands up the inside of Gracie’s toned calves, past her knees, then over the supple skin of her inner thighs, stopping just short of her smooth, bare mound; all the while, Lane remained stone-still beneath her.
Yeah, Lane knew what was coming.
Him, if Grant had anything to say about it.
Using his forefinger and his thumb, Grant separated the swollen outer lips of Gracie’s pussy, revealing the soft pink flesh beneath. Not wanting to give them an opportunity to take the reins from him, Grant leaned forward and skimmed his tongue through Gracie’s slick folds, eliciting a soft, purring moan from her. Peering up the length of her slender body as he teased her sweet pussy, grazing her clit briefly, Grant noticed Lane was massaging her breasts. Grant was riveted, admiring the significant contrast of Lane’s enormous, sun-bronzed hands against the full, milky-white globes.
Gracie purred again as Lane kneaded her breasts gently while teasing her nipples by tweaking the dusky pink tips between his fingers. Her soft moans were louder than before, the lyrical hum of her satisfaction spurring him on. Grant focused his attention on lapping Gracie’s pussy, rhythmically thrusting his tongue into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. If he had a choice, he’d feast on her for hours—no, make that days—just so he could hear her gratifying moans.
Not wanting to leave Lane out, Grant cupped Lane’s heavy sac, using a similar motion on him that the other man was using on Gracie’s breasts, squeezing each testicle gently yet firmly.
“Oh, yes,” Lane groaned, fumbling with Gracie’s breasts momentarily.
Grant pretty much lived for Lane’s reactions, the way he writhed and lurched, trying to get closer to Grant’s exploring fingers.
Lane clearly wasn’t content with their current positions because the next thing Grant knew, Gracie’s pussy was pulled away from his eager mouth as Lane drew her up his body, offering Grant better access to Lane’s long, thick erection, seemingly reaching out for Grant’s attention.
A quick adjustment and Grant was back in position, alternating between wrapping his lips around the head of Lane’s dick, sucking slowly, and using his tongue to swipe the precum beading on the swollen head, purposely working Lane into a frenzy before sliding up to Gracie’s pussy, offering her the same delicate attention.
“Grant,” Gracie squealed. “I… Oh, God, that feels good. But I need more.”
“What do you need, gorgeous?” Lane asked, the big man’s voice raspy and rough, reflecting his own desire.
“I need one of you to fuck me.”
“I think we can help you with that,” Lane hissed, his hips thrusting forward when Grant sucked him into his mouth, sliding his lips down until Lane’s pubic hair tickled his nose. “Oh, hell. Grant… Damn. Take all of me. Holy…”
Grant knew Lane was close; he could feel the gentle pulse of Lane’s dick inside his mouth, the salty essence of Lane’s precum coating his tongue. They were all hovering on the brink, something that was self-induced thanks to their absurdly demanding summer schedule. Even those fleeting interludes they’d had in recent weeks weren’t enough to sate the lust that the three of them incited in one another. It was just enough to take the edge off, but even then, it was only short-lived.
“Grant, sonuvabitch, oh, God, yes,” Lane cried out, his resonant Texas twang reverberating off the walls. “Don’t… Not yet… Fuck.”
Because he wanted to be deep inside Lane when the man detonated, Grant offered him a reprieve, letting Lane’s cock slip from his mouth. As Grant sat up, he was hit square in the chest with a foil packet. Okay, no, make that two foil packets. When he looked in the direction that they had come from, he noticed Gracie grinning as she reclined on Lane’s massive chest.
“Do the honors, cowboy,” she said, her hands sliding up her flat belly, over her rib cage to join Lane’s hands as they continued to squeeze her breasts.
Grant’s cock throbbed, all but begging him to get on with it, but as he watched Lane and Gracie, he decided he had to do one thing first. Scooting forward, he leaned over them both, planting his arms on both sides of Lane’s broad shoulders as he stared down at them. With his chest brushing against Gracie’s beautiful tits, his erection gliding through her slick heat, Grant pressed his lips to hers. When she sucked his tongue into her mouth, his cock wept with anticipation.
Lane’s head came forward, his hand sliding toward the back of Grant’s scalp until his fingers were locked tightly in Grant’s hair, pulling gently yet insistently. When Gracie released his tongue from between her lips, Grant leaned slightly to the left, his mouth meeting Lane’s.
Lord, these two could probably make Grant come just from their kisses alone. And the difference between the two—the soft, soothing stroke of Gracie’s tongue versus the demanding plunge of Lane’s—was enough to make his head spin.
In-fucking-credible was what it was.
As usual, the way Lane’s hand palmed Grant’s head possessively had Grant surrendering to Lane’s merciless tongue. But the kiss didn’t last long because Gracie clearly had other plans… Her cool, nimble fingers wrapped around Grant’s cock and stroked. He jerked back from Lane, fearful that Gracie was going to send him into hyperspace all by his lonesome.
“Condom,” Gracie commanded, a sexy smile forming on her kiss-swollen lips when Grant seized her wrists and held her hands still.
You didn’t have to tell him twice.
Well, technically, in this case, he guessed she did.
Forcing himself to his knees, Grant sat on his heels, ripping open the packets with his teeth before easing one condom over his own oversensitive cock, then teasing Lane by doing the same, making sure to stoke the fire in Lane by jacking Lane’s dick for an extra second or two first.
“Fuck. Me,” Lane huffed. “You’ve got about two-point-five seconds to get that thing on me or it’s gonna be pointless.”
Grant grinned, finishing what he’d started and rolling the condom down Lane’s long, wide cock.
“Lube?” Grant asked, leaning down and placing a kiss on Gracie’s mound. Unable to resist the lure of her glistening sex, he slid his tongue through her slit again, stroking her clitoris until she was thrashing beneath him.
A firm hand gripped his hair, and he knew by the feel and the strength of the touch that it belonged to Lane. “Enough!”
Grant laughed, sitting up once more and grabbing the bottle of lube that Gracie was holding in one trembling hand. Without prolonging the agony any longer, Grant slicked his cock, meeting Gracie’s bright blue-green eyes as he stroked himself. “Trade places,” he instructed. “Gracie, on your back.”
An easy smile tipped her lips, and then she was moving, making quick work of repositioning herself. Lane complied as well, rolling over and kneeling between Gracie’s spread thighs. Without warning, while Grant was still coating his dick to ensure he could ease into Lane’s ass without hurting him, Gracie pulled Lane to her, effectively impaling herself on him from the bottom.
Oh, hell. That was one beautiful sight.
Grant continued to kneel between Lane’s strong thighs, his brain forgetting about the need for lubrication because he was now intently focused on the way Lane’s substantial cock disappeared inside of Gracie.
“Oh, damn, baby,” Lane moaned, his body tensing. “Aww, Gracie, baby, that feels so good. Hold up.”
Lane’s hand was gripping Gracie’s leg while he held himself above her with the other, his fingertips white, and Grant knew that Lane was trying to pull himself back from the edge. A moment later, Lane’s grip loosened, and he followed up with, “All good now.”
Grant smiled even though neither of them could see him. Evidently, Gracie wasn’t willing to wait. Her legs tightened around Lane’s waist, and she pulled him to her, her hips beginning to rock in a slow, seductive rhythm from beneath Lane.
“Spread your legs,” Grant ordered Lane, his growing anticipation sending fire along his nerve endings, making it damn near impossible to hold off any longer.
Lane managed to move without slowing his pace, continuing to thrust into Gracie as their mouths fused together, Gracie’s arms banding around Lane’s neck.
Not wanting to be left behind, Grant gripped his dick with one hand, Lane’s hip with the other, and pushed his way inside Lane. Only when he had breached the tight ring of muscle did Lane stop moving altogether.
“Oh, fuck yes, Grant. Oh, yes, deeper. I want you balls-deep inside me.”
Grant loved when Lane spoke during sex. He wasn’t just motivated by the words that Lane said, but how he said them. There was so much passion and longing in the man’s tone, Grant felt it deep in his soul. Then again, everything about Lane had captivated Grant. There was something about Lane, something that had pulled Grant in and held him there. He wanted to say it was love that he felt for both of them, but he’d yet to accept that fully. There were countless reasons he was hesitant to acknowledge that this could possibly turn into something more than just casual sex.
Right. Like anything about this was casual.
But now was not the time to think about that.
Lane’s tight ass gripped him, pulling him deeper, making him sweat. There was no way he was going to last long.
“Fuck me, Grant,” Lane commanded. “Fuck me. Oh, damn, that’s good. Grant, I… I need you…”
Grant aimed to please, so when Gracie began to move, rocking her hips forward, Grant withdrew before sliding back inside the scalding-hot recesses of Lane’s body.
“You feel so good,” Grant growled, gripping Lane’s hips, the lean muscle flexing beneath his palms. “I’m not gonna last.”
Lane grunted, but he didn’t say a word, his body straining as Grant drove into him, lodging him deeper inside of Gracie.
When Lane shifted his legs wider, allowing Grant better access, Grant took advantage of the new position, driving his hips forward as he began to pound into Lane over and over while Lane used the momentum of Grant’s thrusts to slam into Gracie’s pussy.
Feeling the indicative tingle that signaled his inability to stem his release any longer, Grant knew it was time to fast-track this or he was going to go solo.
Planting one hand on Lane’s strong back, Grant slowed, tipping forward and sliding his other hand between Gracie and Lane, seeking her clit. When he found the little bundle of nerves, he used his thumb to massage it until she was crying out their names, begging them both to make her come. Lane, as usual, wasn’t just a bystander, proving it when he shoved Grant’s hand away and took over, leaving Grant with the ability to send them all careening into the abyss as he began to pound Lane’s tight ass over and over.
When Gracie cried out her release, Lane followed not long after; then, and only then, did Grant let go, his cock pulsing deep inside of Lane’s ass. He fought the urge to fall forward, not wanting to crush Gracie beneath them.
He remained just like that for several moments, his chest heaving, his head still spinning from the intensity of his climax.
“Time for a shower?” Gracie asked, her tone heavy with exhaustion.
“Not sure I can move,” Lane answered.
“Not sure I want to move,” Gracie admitted, making Grant smile again.
Yeah, he knew the feeling. If he had his way, he was pretty sure he’d spend the rest of his life just like this.
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