Page 92 of Healing Souls

He pulls his lips away from mine, locking eyes with me. “Yes?”

My cheeks blaze as I say what I really want, “More.”

Ryker glances next to me before his lustful eyes come back to mine. “Hmm, I think we can do that, but you know, you better give Grayson a kiss too.”

Grayson sucks in a breath next to me, and I look towards him at the same time Ryker moves down my body. His hands slowly push my shirt up while his lips kiss any exposed skin they find.

Grayson and I stare into each other’s eyes, and he begins to stutter, “We don’t—it’s okay.”

“Grayson?” He shuts his mouth. “Do you want to kiss me?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, the red in his cheeks traveling down to his neck.

“Then kiss me,” I demand, edging closer.

Grayson gently cups my cheek and leans over, pressing his lips to mine. His kiss is so different from Ryker’s. He kisses me slowly, thoughtfully. He gives me control of it whereas Ryker takes it from me. I love the difference between them, the hardness that is Ryker and the softness that is Grayson.

I feel Ryker’s mouth make its way up my stomach towards my chest as he pushes my shirt up. His hands cup my breasts, and he groans.

I gasp into Grayson’s mouth while my nipples pebble when the cold air touches them. Grayson pulls away slightly, staring into my eyes before slowly roaming his eyes down my body.

“Ry—” I stumble over my words as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

He releases it with a pop and looks at Grayson and then me. “Do you want more, Harley?” I nod my head, and Ryker grins. “Good girl. Grayson, take care of our girl’s gorgeous tits.”

Grayson’s eyes widen, but he listens to Ryker, moving his hands to cup my boobs and lightly pinching my nipples. I gasp and arch my back off the bed.

Ryker unbuttons my jeans and works them down my legs, leaving my panties on. My brain must be short-circuiting because I can’t find it in me to be bothered by being almost naked in front of both of them.

Once my jeans are off, Ryker sits up between my legs and stares at me with hunger in his eyes. He runs his hands up my thighs but doesn’t touch me where he knows I want him to.

My eyes move from Grayson’s hands on my chest to Ryker’s face. “Ryker.” I plead.

“Yes, babe?”

“Please,” I beg, arching off the bed again.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me,” I moan.

“Such a perfect naughty girl.” Ryker hums and caresses my soaked panties. He pulls them to the side and runs a finger up my slit, coating it in my juices before he starts playing with my clit.

Moaning, my hands move on their own, one cupping the back of Grayson’s neck and the other grabbing Ryker’s hand.

Grayson moves his head down and gently licks around my nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth. At the same time, Ryker slowly enters one finger into me, and I hiss at the intrusion.

“Relax for me,” Ryker murmurs as his lips kiss my thighs and he tentatively starts pumping his finger in and out of me. I relax under their touches and lips.

My hips start rocking, meeting his slow thrusts.

“That’s it, babe, fuck yourself on my finger.” Ryker hums his approval.

A whimper escapes me as I squeeze my eyes shut. My entire body floods with desire I have never felt before as they both move their hands and lips in perfect harmony, working my body up to a peak until I ignite.

Ryker’s thumb starts working my clit in fast circles and I gasp, clutching them tighter, my body tensing before I let out a loud moan and melt into the bed, feeling weightless and blissful all at once.

Feeling movement, I slowly crack my eyes open to see Grayson sitting back next to me and Ryker hovering over me. He licks his finger and shuts his eyes, groaning, “God, you taste so fucking good.”

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