Page 104 of Triple Play
“Grant. If you don’t get inside me in the next thirty seconds I’m going to lose my mind.”
That gets a smile out of him. Almost. Then he’s rolling on the condom and positioning himself between my thighs and—
“Wait.” I catch his hand. “Slow. I need—you’re big and I need—”
“I’ve got you.” His voice is gentle now, that possessive edge banked. “I’ll go slow. Promise.”
He does. He sweeps his thumb over my clit, tracing it and teasing while I squirm. He lets a string of salvia fall from hismouth to my bare pussy and uses it to slick his thumb along my clit. The sound is filthy—slippery and hot.
Jordie groans from across the room. “Fuck.”
“Shut up, Dickson,” Grant growls, lining his cock up with my now very wet opening.
He pushes in inch by careful inch, watching my face the whole time, and the stretch is intense but not painful. Just—full. So full.
When he’s all the way in we both stop breathing.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Better than okay.” I roll my hips experimentally and we both groan. “Move. Please move.”
He does. Slow at first, letting me adjust, then deeper. Harder. Until he’s driving into me with purpose and I’m meeting him thrust for thrust.
He keeps tracing my clit with his thumb, and I’m lost to the pleasure of it.
“That’s it,” Jordie says from somewhere nearby. “Look at you taking all of him. You’re so good, Elise. So perfect.”
“Shut up, Jordie,” Grant and I say in unison, but there’s no heat in it.
Grant’s rhythm is relentless now, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and I can feel the tension building low in my spine.
“Touch yourself,” he orders. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I obey, my hand sliding between us, and the added stimulation plus his thickness hitting that spot inside me—
“Grant—I’m—”
“Come for me.” His voice is rough, commanding. “Let me feel it.”
I do. The orgasm crashes through me and I’m crying out his name and he’s still moving, drawing it out, until I’m boneless beneath him.
Then his rhythm falters. Once. Twice. And he’s coming too, his face buried in my neck, saying my name like a prayer.
We stay like that for a moment. Breathing hard. Connected.
“Dibs,” Jordie announces cheerfully from the doorway. “I call dibs on next.”
Grant laughs—actually laughs—and the sound is so unexpected and beautiful that I start laughing too.
Yeah. We’re going to figure this out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BELONGING
Elise
I’m still catching my breath when Jordie says, “Okay, my turn,” like we’re taking numbers at a deli counter.
