“I want to wake him up.”
“Then be a good girl and be loud while I have a midnight snack.” He grins, setting me on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of me.
He pushes the shirt on my body up the short distance to reveal myself to him. I spread my legs apart, but it’s not enough because he’s pushing them even wider before his mouth descends on me. And just like he told me to, I get loud. Moaning with the first swipe of his tongue and pull on my clit.
Grayson stirs immediately; I look back at him to watch as he figures out the bed is now empty, but then he looks at me as Asher’s tongue stiffens, licking into me and I moan again, grabbing the top of his head, pulling at his hair.
“What’re you doing, Sunshine?” Grayson asks with a knowing smile.
Asher bites the inside of my thigh and growls, “Answer him.”
I squeal, “Come over here and find out.”
Grayson moves quickly, crawling over, his hand gripping my face tightly and crashing our lips together. I moan into his mouth while Asher fucks me with his tongue and grab Grayson’s arm with my free hand while still holding Asher to me.
They’re both kissing me, and I can only imagine how this looks. I’m holding them both trying to stay grounded. But the feel of them, their mouths on me, I can’t even think about anything other than how good everything feels.
But I want more.
Maybe Asher is right and I am fucking needy.
I pant against Grayson’s lips while Asher continues alternating between sucking and licking my clit that’s about to drive me insane. “Fuck me, please.”
“Anything for you, Sunshine,” he moves, shoving Asher out of the way, and I stifle a chuckle. “You heard her, she wantsmeto fuck her.”
Asher rises up, making a show of wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. “Ride him,” he commands.
I think about arguing, but the way he’s looking at me makes me think I should probably listen. I rise up, grazing my lips against Asher’s but not kissing him. My tongue flicks out against his bottom lip, getting a small taste of myself on him.
“Gray, lay on the bed,” I instruct while my mouth is still less than an inch from Asher’s.
“A good girl needs a good boy, right?” Asher taunts with a smirk.
I shrug. “A good girl doesn’t need to choose.”
He smiles widely and I think it may be the first time I’ve ever seen it. His teeth are perfectly straight and it makes his wholeface light up. I wish he would do that more. It takes the edge away from him and makes him seem truly happy.
“No, she doesn’t,” he confirms, spinning me around to face Grayson sitting back on the bed; he’s shed his boxers and is pumping his dick in his fist. Asher leans down to my ear. “Look how ready he is for you already.”
“I want you too,” I tell the man behind me because I want it abundantly clear that this isn’t about just Grayson and me, or just Asher and me. This is the three of us.
“I know you do.” He pushes me toward the bed.
I want to say something snarky in response but get distracted with the way Grayson is looking at me. The muscles on his chest tighten as he slowly moves his fist over himself. He even grabbed his glasses and put them on because he knows I like them.
Crawling onto the bed, over his legs and onto his lap, his hands move to my hips, lifting the hem of Asher’s shirt I’m still wearing.
“Take this off.” He starts pulling it up over my head.
I let him remove it, tossing it to the side and baring myself to him. His hands roam along my thighs, up my sides, my chest, then back down as he makes a noise in the back of his throat. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss him because I feel like I may start crying if he says too much. I just want to feel him right now. I want to feelbothof them.
Lifting up, I angle him at my core, sinking down with a gasp into his mouth as he groans into mine. I take all of him into my body, tightening my thighs around his from how good it feels to be filled with him.
“Look at you, Sunshine,fuck,”Grayson groans, thrusting up into me even harder.
I plant my hands on his chest to keep my balance while I meet his thrusts with my own. My head is whipped to the side with a rough grip on my hair and Asher’s mouth is attackingmine. His tongue invades my mouth like he’s mad about it, but I meet his intensity while Grayson continues to move under me.