by Red Garnier
“The—” Grey’s eyes flew open and he burst out laughing. “Please tell me Heath did not get that from you?”
Toni looked ready to hide. Mortified, she began to nod, then shake her head; then she seemed to give up, flushing up to her pretty little ears. Her curiosity and innocence about the male-male matter made Grey itch in his seat to satisfy her.
Self-consciously pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she said, “I just asked . . . well, you know how they say one is the . . .” She sighed, turned up those beseeching green eyes to his. “Is anyone else getting excited or is it just me?” She lightly touched her fingers to his jaw; they trembled. “I’m so turned on just thinking you might do it.”
“That settles it,” Heath said. “Talk is over, Grey.”
She’d never been so drenched.
Grey lay on the bed, seemingly endless yards of sinew and muscle stretched across the mattress. His neck was strained, his eyes shut in a grimace. He swiveled his hips, and between his legs was Heath, a large, hunched figure sucking Grey’s long, damp cock, making gruff sounds deep in his chest. Grey’s hand was on the back of his head, urging him down, and he was mumbling, “That’s right. Milk it dry. Take it all in.”
Oh, god, she was positively dying.
She hadn’t realized, had never considered, that Grey wasn’t physically all that reserved. Though he was emotionally unattainable, her Grey was no pussy in the sex department—he was giving Heath cock, and looking quite calm about it. Her organs felt near bursting.Witnessing this, something bloomed in her chest—a tenderness, a longing.
If she could freeze this moment to play over and over in her mind, capture every detail of their rippling bodies in her memory, she wouldn’t have asked for more.
Heath’s dick was so long between his folded legs, untouched and oozing with precum as he milked Grey. The plum-shaped head shone red and ready, blood filling up his length.The muscles in his jaw worked, and he sucked so hard, tasting Grey, savoring Grey.
“Lick my head—ahh, right there, suck it in.”
Grey’s shaft glistened like varnished bronze as Heath moved up, then went so low that his mouth hovered over the thatch of silky blond curls at the base. He took him all the way down to his throat.
Grey angled his head to rest his jaw on Toni’s parted thigh, and his tongue snaked out to flick at her pussy, his fingers insinuating inside.
“You’ve never been this wet, darling.” He spoke against the wetness, moving his head as he worked her with his mouth.“You taste like peaches and spice, and I want to drown in you. . . .” His words turned to a groan when Heath ducked his head between his thighs and nuzzled his balls, lapped the sac with his tongue while fisting him with one hand.
Her muscles tensed against the sensations pulsing through her, the visual stimulus, the men, the pleasure, too much. She came with Grey’s tongue, tossing on the bed as her orgasm tore through her. She struggled to sit and gasped at Grey’s ear while he ran his thumb around her soaked clitoris.“I can’t stand this.... I picture you fucking together and I . . .” She convulsed, coming all over his fingers. She couldn’t stop coming. Crying out and coming.
“You like it, my love?”
“Yes!” He plunged one, two, three fingers into her soaked sheath and twirled her clit with the tip of his tongue, his breath caressing her pussy. She splayed her hands on the bed and arched for a third, earth-shattering climax, head tossing sideways while she pumped her hips up to his fingers and mouth.
When she collapsed on the sweat-soaked sheets, Heath rose to his full height at the foot of the bed.Tendons lined up the front of his neck, and the cords along his forearms seemed to stick out as he braced his legs apart, his bloated penis pushing up like a lance.
“Go on, Grey,” he said. “You know you’ve wanted to. Pleasing our woman together, watching our dicks slide inside her. It turns you on, watching me with her.”
“First of all,” Grey said, sitting up and bearing his weight on outstretched arms, “she is not our woman. She is my woman. Second of all, she turns me on the second she’s in the room, and it has nothing to do with you. But I’m feeling generous.”
Grey brushed Toni’s hair back and skimmed his lips across hers before he rose.
Toni scooted mutely up to the headboard as Grey stalked to Heath’s place at the foot of the bed.They looked impossibly larger all of a sudden, their bodies taut and vigorous and deliciously close to each other. Her walls clenched heatedly at the sight of their erections.
“Bend over.”
Planting his hands on the edge of the bed, Heath bent over slightly, his thick, packed torso unyielding and motionless, waiting. Grey reached around, touched his cock with one hand. He fondled him as easily as he would himself—as though it were his own cock he was fisting. He caressed upward, engulfing the reddened head in a big, loose fist. Heath’s abdomen rippled when Grey tightened his hold, then released him, sending his cock slapping hungrily against his stomach.
As Grey rolled on the rubber,Toni thought he was long enough to sink it right up to Heath’s throat. He lubed himself, then he gripped Heath’s hips and grunted as he nudged him.
A strangled sound welled up in Heath’s throat, his body stiffening as though in pain, and Grey said, “Ahh, that’s what you crave. Hmm? A cock in your ass? Are you watching this, sweetheart? This show’s just for you.”
Toni hadn’t realized she had so many nerves in her body, and that they could all quiver at the same time. Her pussy throbbed, a river of lava, her lips so turgid she could barely ease her fingers inside. Through eyes that shimmered blindingly with passion, the sight of them was visual ecstasy. She was wiggling in her seat, her nipples screaming to be touched, her skin scorching on the inside.
Grey became rough with Heath, pistoning his hips without mercy, not gentle like he was with Toni—because Heath wasn’t breaking for anything. He was locked in his place, taking Grey in with straining muscles, his frame powerful and unbending. Heath engulfed the tip of his own erection in one big hand and smoothed his fist upward, closing his eyes. Grey’s skin glistened, his chest laboring for breath, and then he was shoving his mouth at Heath’s ear, hissing, “Are you touching yourself, Heathcliff?”
“Yeah.”
“Did I say you could touch your dick?”
“Shut up and give it to me.”
Heath’s hand expertly worked up and down his length. Toni climbed to her knees and seized him, and he bucked in pleasure, his breath whistling through his teeth.“Shit, yes, like that. Oh, baby, just like that.” The black eyes he fixed on hers were stormy with lust, and the hand that reached between her legs unerringly found her.
She purred while he fingered her, and in the meantime Grey was on him, his mouth on his ear, tonguing him, his cock carving into him.
“Make noise for Toni.”
Heath groaned. And it was a rousing, concentrated sound that went straight to her head. Perspiration gathered on their flesh, their foreheads.Their balls slapped as they moved.
“Tell me how much you like being fucked, Heathcliff.”
“When you tell me how hot my ass is and how you’re loving this.”
“You’re not getting anything from me but cock.” He thrust deeper, his jaw bunching tight. “Take her while I take you, Heath. I want her coming with me.”
“Come here, Cat.” Heath grasped her by the ankles, dragged her down the length of the bed until she was splayed beneath him, and pinned her arms at her sides. Grey looked down at her as Heath swiped his tongue around the puckered tip of a breast. “You’re trembling,” Heath spoke against the nipple.“You’re so excited. Do you like it?”
“I love it,” she whispered, stroking his face, meeting Grey’s liquid gold gaze as Heath spread her thighs wide and entered her. She gasped as Grey shoved hard into Heath, his powerful thrust simultaneously digging Heath deeper into her. It was like being fucked by Grey with an extension, or like being possessed by both of them at once—it was like being poss
essed, period. She was awash with sensations, with pleasure, with the sheer carnality of what they were doing.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Grey asked.
“Good, so good.” God, so very, very good.
“One more whimper out of you, Heath, and I think we’ll firmly establish who the girl is.”
And he was coming. This fucking Heathcliff while he worked his cock into Toni’s drenched sex seemed to undo him. He exploded with a muted sound that worked his mouth open, and Heath’s cum gushed into her as he bucked his hips. He hadn’t worn a condom, and she felt the warmth of him bathe her tissues and slide down the insides of her lips. Hovering on the brink, her womb bursting with tension, she saw Heath extract himself from her pussy and guide his still-hardened cock to stroke her clitoris. He circled the taut pebble with the slick-coated head, caressing both of them with their sexes and juice, and her orgasm took her with such power she came off the bed with a cry of bliss.
For minutes she lay in a tangle of limbs with Heath’s heavy body against hers, the sound of a faucet running filtering through her haze. Grey moved around the room in silence, until Heath looked over his shoulder.
“Aww, come on, don’t look so serious.We fucked. I don’t see a problem.”
“Heath, you’re really something—do you know that?”
“I do.” He pushed himself upright and slapped Grey’s shoulder. “Welcome to being bi. Embrace it, buddy.”
And then Grey came over, scooped her up like a limp, sexually sated doll, and carried her into the bathroom. She sighed when he set her into the tub, the warm water seeping into her muscles. She relaxed when he settled behind her, stretching his legs down the length of the tub.
“I am so blown away, I can’t stop thinking about it,” she murmured, gazing up at the bright light fixture and wiping her eyes with her hands.
Heath joined in on the other end of the tub, resting his head against the glossy ivory surface. His eyes were weighted and smoky as he gazed at her.
“You all right, Heath?” Grey asked after a moment.
“Dandy.You’re the best I’ve had, Grey.”
Grey released a quiet chuckle and began to massage her scalp with one hand and slide a sponge between her breasts with the other. She fitted her back to his front, tucking the back of her head under his chin with a dreamy sigh. “What are you doing?”
He lifted one leg and gently lathered her calves, the soft skin on the back of her knees.“Washing you diligently.” He was thorough, soaping every inch of that extended leg, dipping the sponge into the water to clean her inner thigh.“Can you get the toes for me, Heath?”
“I’m on it.” Heath propped her toes on his chest and traced the arch of her foot with his thumb, causing a tingle up her leg. He lathered his fingers and stroked in between each toe, the gentle pressure of his fingers relaxing her.
Even as she floated limply under their ministrations, heat pooled between her legs in such a way that she thought the water smelled more of her scent than shampoo and soap.
“Grey . . .”
He had leaned back in the tub and was absently stroking her stomach. “Hmm.”
“I want us not to get dressed. I want us to touch each other all afternoon and all night, and I want to come a thousand times.”
He chuckled, a lazy hand coming up to fondle a breast.“We can arrange that.”
“And I want you and Heath to play with each other.”
Heath’s smile was crooked.“Are we little toys for your pleasure?”
Grey followed a drop of water up her temple with his tongue, lapped it up, and under the water, he cradled her pussy in his hand. “Heath and I want to play with you.”
Her lips curved at the deliciously decadent thought. She pushed her pussy into his hand. “I can arrange that, too.”
After a silence, Grey ran a finger up the curve of her hips. “I used to play with airplanes in my bath when I was little. They couldn’t withstand the thunderstorm of the showerhead, and they’d crash and burn and sink deep into the ocean.”
She smiled.“So that’s what it takes to wreck your plane? A little rain?”
“Not the Citation X.”
She laughed, curling her arms around herself while her toes played with Heath’s stomach under the water. “I used to wash my dolls, and they’d squeak for weeks. Mom hated that.”
Toni waited for Heath to offer a story. He lifted one brow when he seemed to realize she expected one; then his other brow rose. “I didn’t have a tub. But if I’d had one, I’d have played with my wang.”
She splashed water into his face. “Heath!”
He laughed and wiped his face with one hand, then let his head drop. He propped her legs up on his chest, caressing the arches of her feet with his thumbs.
Her mind flickered with naughty images of licking their cocks together. She had images of Grey’s mouth being filled with Heath’s sex. She had vivid thoughts of Grey bending over, his face twisted as he was penetrated by Heath. She sighed. “I’m so horny.”
Grey’s fingers spread across the inside of her thighs. “So am I.”
“There’s not even an order that covers all the things I want to do between us.” She felt frantic, sick with need to have more sex with them, push their limits, push her own. She ought to be concerned, but shamefully, she wasn’t.
“Let’s get you dry first—and you can tell us about it in bed.”
Minutes later, she lay bare- assed, stomach down on the bed while the men dried themselves.When the phone rang,Toni dove across the pillows to snatch it up.
“Hi,Toni. May I speak to Grey?”
“Hey, Louisa. I thought he wasn’t working this weekend.” Quickly she noted it was five p.m. in Los Cabos, and much later in Chicago.
“It’s sort of an emergency. The Dallas construction has been halted, and we can’t find Mr. Solis.”
Toni held the phone up and away from her ear. “The Dallas construction has been halted, and they can’t find Heath.” Grey snatched it up with a none-too-pleasant frown.“Grey.”After listening, he gave a long put-out sigh.“We sent a message that Heathcliff wasn’t making it to Dallas until after Canada, and that’s next week. Send Parsons to look into it.”
Toni rolled onto her back and smiled at Heath. Heathcliff, she mouthed at him.
He made a face as he edged closer. She laughed, and he followed suit, but his laughter died when he propped his hands next to her head and stared broodingly at her mouth.
“Oh no. Don’t stop; it’s a nice laugh,” she encouraged.
The way he stared at her lips made her think he was memorizing every crease and dent in her mouth.“I’d rather shut up and hear yours,” he admitted.
She ran her index finger over his raspy, darkly shadowed jaw. “Heathcliff. I happen to like your name very much. I’ve been in love with Heathcliff ever since I read Wuthering Heights.” At his blank look, she effusively explained, “The passionate love affair, so dark and stormy and poignant. And a haunting.” She smiled when she got a reaction. “See, I can tell you liked the sound of that.”
“No. I liked your big, wide, scared eyes when you said haunting.”
His smile was holding, and Toni felt giddy at how beautiful it was. “Seriously, why don’t you use it? Your name?” she asked.
“Why don’t you use Antonia?”
She pulled a face, and he chuckled.
“Ahh, I pressed a button. Antonia.”
“Heathcliff.”
“Antonia.”
“Heathcliff.”
What began as play made their smiles fade, sensual awareness creeping over them. His eyes clouded as he bent his head. He gazed at her lips once more, then wet the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.“You’re very beautiful,Antonia.”A wet flick of his tongue caressed the other side of her lips. She opened her mouth, but he only breathed into her. “Has Grey spanked you?”
“Yes.” Kiss me, Heath.
“Tied you up?”
; “Yes.” Lick me up—oh, god, please kiss me.
He slipped his hand up her tummy. “Do you have little toys?” “Just a-a dildo.”
“What does he do with a dildo, Antonia?”
“I put it inside her.” She closed her eyes when Grey captured her arms above her head. Heath continued stroking her torso, his hand velvet, skimming up to her throat.
“He watches when he puts it inside you?”
Grey’s mouth was on her fingers, nipping the tips.“I watch her take it all the way into her sweet, wet little cunt, then come all over it.”
Heath studied her breasts. The nipples were wet and puckered tight, and he seemed to like watching them jolt when he brushed his thumbs across them. “He likes control, and you like to lose it?”
She squirmed. “Maybe I am going to torture you men for a change and—ooh, oh Heath!” Her hips rose when he buried his thumb inside her pussy.
“ Ooh, what, Antonia?” He withdrew to tease her clit with his index finger, his midnight eyes watching the folds spread and wet for him.The tendons in his neck worked as he swallowed.
“Ooh yes, ooh yes,” she said, moving to his hand.
“Not until you tell Grey what I did to you.”
“Grey.”
“What did he do to you,Toni?”
“I touched her on the horse.”
“Did you let him touch you on the horse,Toni?”
And Toni, burning, confessed, “A little.”
“Did you love it?”
“I . . . well . . . yes.”
“I’m thinking you probably want to spank her. I’d paddle this rear if she were mine,” Heath offered.
“And right you are, Heathcliff, right you are.”
She squealed when Grey flipped her around. “Am I getting spanked?” she cried.
“Were you naughty?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going to have to smack your ass. Get over here.”
Biting back her smile, she let him set her across his lap, his desire stabbing into her abdomen. He smoothed his hand across the curve of her ass, his palm warm and dry.When he hesitated, she lifted her head, cocked it to the side, and kissed him.