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My eyes roll back as I push deeper into her mouth, slowly, so I don’t wake her up. “Fuck, her mouth feels so good,” I growl.
I start pumping my hips, in and out, sliding my cock over her tongue. Nix grunts as he starts to thrust into her pussy, matching my pace. We’re both losing our minds, trying to keep quiet, not wanting to wake her up but I don’t know how long we’ll last. It’s too fucking good.
She moans in her sleep, her lips vibrating around my shaft, the sensation sending me over the edge.
He pulls her legs up higher, so they are practically resting on his chest. I love that she’s so flexible. Her face is completely relaxed, making this even hotter. She has no idea what’s happening to her right now, and I can’t help but grin at that.
Her soft moans fill the room as Nix picks up the pace. I can feel my balls tightening, ready to explode. My hips jerk as I thrust harder into my hand, losing myself in the pleasure. She lets out a loud moan as she comes, her body tensing up. That’s enough to push me over the edge. I shoot my cum all over her face, coating her lips andcheeks.
Nix covers her stomach in his, and fuck, she looks so beautiful like this, covered in our cum.
We stay like that for a few moments, catching our breath. Nix slowly pulls out, leaving her pussy dripping with his cum. He looks up at me, his eyes still filled with desire.
“She’s in for a surprise in the morning,” he says, grinning.
I can’t help but smile back, the thought of Rowyn waking up covered in both our cum sending a thrill through me.
“She’ll love it,” I say, my voice thick with lust, knowing she’s going to be beyond pissed when she wakes up. But we’re willing to deal with the fallout. She belongs to us, and we’ll do whatever it takes to make her see that.
“The fuck she will,” he laughs quietly.
Eight
Phoenix
Thepoolisalivewith movement—the slap of hands hitting the water, the rhythmic breaths of teammates cutting through the surface, the distant whistle from Coach keeping everyone in check. Morning sunlight filters through the high windows, casting reflections across the lanes, and the scent of chlorine clings to my skin like a second layer.
I dive in, the cold shock bracing me for the laps ahead. Stroke, kick, breathe. The routine is muscle memory, but today, my mind is somewhere else. Or rather, on someone else.
Gray.
He’s a few lanes over, cutting through the water with precision, his form sharp, practiced. He’s always been a strong swimmer but lately I’ve been noticing things differently, like the way his shoulders flex just before he pushes off, or the way he grins at Remy when they banter between sets, water dripping from his curls.
Normally I wouldn’t give it much thought, it’s just swim practice, just Gray being Gray. But today, something about him feels different. Or maybe I’m the one who’s different.
I can’t stop seeing last night.
The way his fist met that guy’s jaw at the bar, solid and unwavering, how he didn’t hesitate, how his body moved like it had done this before. And the way he handled everything after, steady, composed, protective in a way that makes something unfamiliar sit low in my stomach. And then there’s what happened after she fell asleep. I was turned on seeing him fucking her face.
Gray has always been intense. Always confident. But I see it differently now. The way he carries himself, how he reacts, how he never second-guesses stepping in when it matters, it’s like I’m looking at him for the first time.
I’ve always known he’s bisexual. It was never something that needed explanation, but I never thought about what that meant in relation to him and me.
Now, I am.
Something flickers inside me when he’s near. I can’t put a name to what I’m feeling.
I come up for air, shaking water from my face, but my pulse is uneven. Gray pulls himself onto the edge of the pool, stretching out his arms, his breathing steady. He glances over, catching me watching.
His smirk is easy, teasing. “You good, or are you planning to stare all day?”
I scoff, shoving water at him as I push off for another lap. “Shut up.”
He laughs, deep and unbothered and for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like if I let myself think about it, abouthim, more.
I push off from the wall, my body slicing through the water, but my rhythm feels off, my mind still tangled in thoughts I haven’t fully sorted out yet. The laps blur together, muscles working, breath controlled, but I keep catching glimpses of Gray between strokes.
He’s in his element, his movements smooth, precise, effortless. Water beads on his skin, catching the overhead lights as he pulls himself onto the pool deck again, shaking out his limbs. There’s a confidence to the way he moves, the way he talks, the way he looks at people, it’s always been there, but now, it hits differently.
