Page 117 of Well That Happened

His control is devastating. Measured. Everything he does feels like he’s anchoring himself to me.

“Move over,” he directs Caleb, who kneels in front of me so he can direct his still-hard cock into my mouth. I open for him, letting him move in slow thrusts as he pumps in and out of my mouth.

With his palm, Grayson shifts his cock, finding an angle that aligns us and begins to inch his way inside. It’s not an easy fit. He makes it only a few inches before there’s no where else to go.

“Shit, she’s tight,” he swears under his breath.

Caleb strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Deep breaths, princess.”

I gaze up into impossibly blue eyes and obey, dragging air into my lungs. Grayson thrusts again, harder this time and I’m rewarded with another couple of inches.

It’s too much, but also exactly enough.

I want to turn, I want to be in Grayson’s arms—to latch onto his wide shoulders and watch his eyes sink closed.

But I can only feel—his breath, his voice, the way his mouth grazes between my shoulder blades and sets fire to my spine.

He feels incredible, I’m full in the best way possible.

“That’s it,” Caleb says, still stroking my face, my neck, as he pumps himself in and out of my mouth in slow, hot strokes. “You look so good taking Gray’s cock, baby.”

Warmth surges through me.

“You’re perfect like this,” Grayson murmurs against my skin. “Soft. Open. Ours.”

I can’t speak.

Grayson’s pace increases—falters—as a grunt pushes out of him.

My pulse drums louder.

Grayson shifts to find a better angle and I start to unravel.

“Already, sweetheart?”

“Gray,” I sob, my orgasm much more powerful than my first.

Caleb jacks himself, bumping the head of his cock against my lips as I writhe and whimper and explode.

There’s final grunt from Grayson as he buries himself deep and lets go, coming inside me. I taste Caleb’s orgasm as he continues jerking it and I lick, nibble and suck on him as his fist moves, slower now as hot creamy fluid flows over his knuckles, down his wrist. It’s unspeakably hot.

I collapse onto the bed, my face pressed into a pillow as I struggle to catch my breath. I can hear their voices…the sound of their murmured praise…feel Grayson’s rough hands softly caressing one of my ass cheeks. The sound of Caleb’s soft footsteps across the hotel carpeting as he retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom. But I can’t open my eyes. Can’t speak. I feel like I’m floating. Or maybe having an out of body experience.

I know I should get up to pee, or maybe put my pajamas back on in case Hunter returns, but right now I can’t do either of those things.

Instead, I close my eyes and begin to drift.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but when I come to, I realize I’m still in the same position—on my knees on themattress, ass up in the air. My head and chest are on a pillow. And apparently there’s some kind of… inspection happening? I glance back.

Caleb has one hand on my lower back, the other holds a washcloth. Grayson’s there too, looking at my very well-used pussy.

What he sees makes him frown.

Gray trails his knuckles along the back of one thigh

“What the hell dude. She’s bruised,” Caleb says, frustration lacing his tone.

Grayson’s frown deepens.

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