Page 117 of Triple Play
I’m working her with my fingers now, finding that rhythm she likes, and Jordie’s still sucking on her breast, and Wyatt’s exploring her mouth with his thumb while his other hand palms himself through his sweats.
“Grant.” Her voice is wrecked. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” I slip two fingers inside her and she has to bury her face in Jordie’s shoulder to muffle the sound she makes.
“That’s it,” Jordie’s whispering. “Take it. You’re doing so good.”
I work her with my fingers, my thumb finding her clit, and she’s rocking against my hand while trying desperately to stay quiet.
Wyatt’s moved his hand from her mouth to her throat. Not squeezing, just resting there, feeling her pulse race.
“Close,” she gasps. “I’m so close.”
“Then come,” I tell her. Order her. “Come for us.”
She does. Her whole body tensing, her back arching, and she’s biting down on Jordie’s shoulder to keep from crying out. We feel it—all three of us—the way she pulses around my fingers, the way her breathing stutters, the way she goes boneless after.
“Good girl,” Wyatt murmurs, and she makes this small satisfied sound.
I’m so hard it hurts. Can feel Jordie is too from the way he’s grinding slightly against the mattress. And Wyatt’s got his hand in his sweats now, slowly stroking himself while he watches.
“We can’t—” Elise starts, still catching her breath. “Your parents are right there.”
“I know.” Jordie sounds pained. “But watching you come is worth blue balls.”
“Speak for yourself,” I mutter.
“Bathroom,” Wyatt says quietly. “Grant and I can—”
“No.” Elise sits up, and there’s something determined in her eyes. “I’m not leaving you guys like this.”
“Elise—”
“Lie back.” She’s pushing me onto my back. “All of you. This is happening.”
Jordie grins. “Yes ma’am.”
She straddles me first, still completely naked, and leans down to kiss me. “Condom?”
“Back pocket of my jeans. Floor.”
Wyatt grabs it, tosses it to her. She rolls it on me with practiced efficiency that makes my abs clench. Then she’s sinking down on me and I have to press my fist against my mouth to keep quiet.
She takes me slowly. Inch by inch. Until she’s fully seated and we’re both shaking with the effort of staying silent.
Then she starts to move.
Slow at first. Rolling her hips in a way that has me seeing stars. Jordie’s beside us, his hand wrapped around himself, watching with dark eyes. Wyatt’s on the other side, doing the same.
“Touch them,” I grit out. “While you ride me.”
She reaches for Jordie first, wrapping her hand around him, and he has to bite his pillow to muffle his groan. Her other hand finds Wyatt, and now she’s working both of them while moving on me and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Grant.” Her voice is breaking. “I need—faster—”
I grab her hips, help her move, and she has to lean down and kiss me to muffle the sounds she’s making.
Jordie’s close. I can tell by the way his breathing is getting ragged, the way his hips are moving into her hand.
