Page 44 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“Which one is better, Viv? Smooth or Natural?” Grayson asked.

“I like them both.”

“There’s a diplomatic answer, Theo mused.

With a laugh, I replied, “I’m serious. The feel of my nipples rubbing against chest hair is such a turn-on.”

A triumphant look flashed in Theo’s eyes. “Is it now?”

“Mm, hmm.” I reached over to squeeze one of Grayson’s pecs. “But I also like the smooth feel underneath my fingertips.”

“Then you get the best of both worlds,” Grayson remarked with a wink.

As I unbuckled Theo’s pants, I replied “I’m a very lucky girl.”

I then stripped Theo down to his briefs. “You’re beautiful too,” I said to him.

He rolled his eyes. “No man wants to be called beautiful.”

“I do,” Grayson argued.

“What do you want to be called, Theo?”

“Sexy. Ripped.” He wagged his brows. “An Adonis.”

Nodding, I replied, “You’re a sexy, ripped Adonis. Although I would think calling you both ripped and Adonis would be redundant.”

Theo grunted. “Come here.”

After obliging him, Theo’s hand came to the clasp of my bra. With a quick flick, he undid it. Grayson jerked it from my body before tossing it to the floor. The cool air swirled around my nipples, hardening them into jagged peaks.

Grayson’s hand palmed one of my breasts. “Now these are beautiful.”

As Theo squeezed my other breast, he said, “I knew they were real.”

“Have you been pondering my breasts a lot?”

He gave me a lascivious grin. “Every night when I’m jerking off. “

I sucked in a breath at both his comment and that Grayson pinched my nipple. Rolling it between his fingers, he gave another jerk, which sent even more moisture between my legs.

“You know, I bet these taste even better than they look,” Grayson remarked.

“I bet you’re right.”

My breath hitched when they dipped their heads, their breath warming my sensitive areolas. As both of their mouths closed over my nipples, I cried out and thrust my hips forward wantonly. The double suction felt so good. With each pull and tug of their mouths, I grew even wetter. At any moment, I imagined my arousal would be streaking down my thighs.

Theo’s teeth grazed one hardened bud as Grayson blew air over the tightening peak. I scissored my thighs together, desperate for friction. Instead of Theo telling me to stop, he slid over my abdomen and between my legs. It wasn’t but a minute before Grayson’s hand joined his there.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I muttered at the dual stimulation of them rubbing my lips and clit over the skimpy material of my thong.

“You’re soaked, you naughty girl,” Theo remarked against my breast.

“Mm, hmm.”

“What do you bet she’s a squirter, Gray?”

“I fucking hope so.”

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