by Mari Carr
“Hold her still, Seb,” Grant said.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Elyse’s upper back, keeping her in place.
“Grant,” Elyse started again, still fighting to escape.
“The safe word stands, Elyse. You know what to say to make this stop.”
She froze, her breath coming out in quick, quiet pants. “I’ve never…”
He caressed her ass cheek, savoring how soft and warm her skin was. “I know, sweetheart. All I’m asking is that you try. If you hate it, say the word and we’ll move on.”
Sebastian kissed Elyse on the cheek. “We won’t to do anything that hurts you, Elle.”
She returned Sebastian’s kiss, then looked at Grant once more. “Okay.”
He smiled. “Say your safe word for me. Just once. So I’m sure you remember it.”
“Boston.”
Grant gave her a wink that told her he’d enjoyed her accent. She narrowed her eyes and just like that, the brave woman returned.
He squeezed some of the lubrication into her anus, then worked it in deeper with one finger. Sebastian’s cock was still filling her pussy. Unable to resist, Grant firmly stroked the thin wall between his finger and Sebastian’s cock.
“Jesus,” Sebastian whispered reverently.
Though Sebastian hadn’t said as much, Grant suspected Elyse wasn’t the only one engaging in some new experiences.
Grant was no stranger to ménage sex, having indulged in it at his sex club on more than one occasion. He’d known where his future lay, and as such, he’d tried to prepare for it.
Pressing more lubrication and a second finger inside, Grant realized when he heard their soft moans and felt Sebastian and Elyse seeking out more stimulation that nothing could have prepared him for this.
While he might know the moves, he’d never experienced the emotions. Not once.
Elyse’s reticence had given way to desire, so Grant moved to the next level. Covering his cock with lubrication, he placed the head at the entrance to her ass and slowly pushed in.
Elyse froze and Sebastian’s gaze met Grant’s. They watched each other as he slid deeper. Grant listened for the safe word and moved at a snail’s pace as he tried to ensure he didn’t hurt her.
Elyse remained silent until he was fully lodged, then she slowly released the breath she must have been holding.
For several long moments, no one moved. Grant couldn’t have if his life depended on it. Being this intimate, this close to Elyse and Sebastian was doing funny things to him. The control he’d always maintained an iron grip on began to slip away. It was all Grant could do not to come.
It was Sebastian who found his voice first. “Elle? You okay, beautiful?”
She nodded, though her forehead remained pressed to Sebastian’s chest. Then, at last, she murmured “yes” so quietly, Grant wasn’t sure he’d heard it.
“How about you?” Sebastian asked Grant.
Clearly, he was doing a shitty job hiding how much this moment was impacting him. “I’m good.” Grant’s voice sounded gruff even to his own ears.
Elyse lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. Spotting his struggle to hang on, the wicked woman decided to exact some revenge for his previous heavy-handedness. She slid forward slightly, then pushed back with a surprising amount of force on both his and Sebastian’s cocks.
At that point, it was game over for Grant. He had to trust Elyse would use the safe word if she needed it because he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop himself from taking her.
He gripped her hips and began thrusting. Any pretense of gentleness was gone. She unleashed a beast. In him…
And in Sebastian.
They moved in tandem, working as a team. It took several minutes of mindlessness before Grant realized Elyse was giving as good as she got. Her inner muscles clenched tightly on his erection, squeezing hard enough that Grant went light-headed.
Her teeth had latched onto Sebastian’s pec, biting into the muscle. If it hurt him, Sebastian gave no indication. Especially not when he clasped her head in his large palm and held her in place, prompting her to bite harder.
Grant reached around her, determined to bring her to orgasm once more. He stroked her clit, then pinched the distended nub. The touch pushed Elyse into that same state of deranged that Grant had been residing in.
She screamed as she came. Grant was grateful they had this entire floor of the hotel to themselves. Sebastian thrust upwards twice more before giving in to his own climax. Finally, Grant was able to release the reins, closing his eyes as jets of come pumped from his body almost painfully, filling her ass.
Time stood still. Grant knew it was a cliché, but as he remained there, locked together with his lovers, that was exactly how it felt.
Then he tumbled to the side as Elyse collapsed atop Sebastian. Grant’s heart thumped rapidly. He wouldn’t need to renew his gym membership if this was what sex with Sebastian and Elyse promised.
He felt a soft push to his side. Scooting over, he made room for Elyse in the middle. The three of them lay on their backs, looking at the ceiling, and while none of them spoke, the silence wasn’t an awkward one.
Grant took the time to adjust to what had just happened. Actually it was less adjustment and more wonder.
“That was…” Elyse was a master at leading statements she never finished.
Sebastian chuckled. “No fucking kidding. I think I might have died for a few minutes there. I couldn’t breathe and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. And the crazy thing is, if I could lift my arms or move any part of my body right now, I’d do it all again.”
Elyse giggled, then wiggled. “Um…I think I need a shower. I’m a little sticky and a lot sweaty.”
Grant went from zero to caveman in two-point-three seconds, deciding he liked her sticky, liked her having that reminder of him there. If he had his way, she’d always feel sticky. Fortunately he was smart enough to keep that opinion to himself.
“Shower?” Sebastian suggested.
Elyse nodded, but none of them made any move to rise from the bed. Grant still hadn’t fully recovered.
He looked over when he felt Elyse reach out to take his hand. Her eyes captured his and she gave him a secret smile that told him exactly how happy she was. He’d promised her things weren’t as dire as they seemed and he had encouraged her to talk to Seb. Clearly she was pleased with the results.
“So two years, huh?” Sebastian asked, unaware of the silent communication taking place next to him. “What’s wrong with the guys in Boston these days?”
Elyse took Sebastian’s hand in her other, still holding Grant’s. “Believe it or not, there is apparently something very intimidating about dating Elle Hunt. I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to date me. I mean I’m sure it has nothing to do with my controlling, tight-fisted father who financially investigates every boyfriend I’ve ever had, even though he knew I wasn’t going to marry any of them thanks to my affiliation with the Trinity Masters. And don’t even get me started on how much it pisses me off that my dad doesn’t trust me to do the right thing.”
Grant felt that same urge to pummel her father. “I think I’m going to have a little talk with your dad when we meet, Elle.”
Sebastian leaned up on his elbow and caught Grant’s eye. “I want a piece of that conversation.”
Elyse smiled with gratitude.
“So your dad really scared all the guys away?”
“No. It wasn’t just him. There was also the fact that I seem to have acquired a bit of a reputation because of my brother’s drug overdose that has nothing to do with my behavior, but is instead based on supposition and the ridiculous opinion that because we were twins and spoiled rich kids, we must both be addicts.”
Grant considered the headlines he’d read about Elle Hunt over the years. He realized now not a single one of them had been true. “The world seems to be full of people with such small lives they feel the need to destroy o
thers.”
“Those tabloid stories only hurt if you read them. And I stopped doing that a long time ago.”
“Even so,” Sebastian said, “they don’t have the right to libel you that way.”
She shrugged. “It’s okay, Seb. Honest. Mrs. Wythe told me that there’s only one person who can control the way I see myself. And that’s me.”
“Wise woman,” Grant said.
“But the truth about my sad sexual dry spell actually has more to do with me. I’ve said no to dates way more than I’ve said yes. Because let’s face it, the guys who were willing to deal with my dad and the whispers of drugs were the ones who were obviously only interested in my money.”
Grant couldn’t imagine what it must have been like to grow up surrounded by wealth and paparazzi. His childhood had been blissful in its simplicity. He’d gone to public schools, played little league, attended dances where the only cameras poised on him were those of his parents and his date’s. His biggest worries growing up had revolved around getting pimples and getting to second base. They’d had nothing to do with public perception or living up to some impossible ideal set forth by a controlling father.
“Is that why you decided to take the legacy privilege? To join the Trinity Masters?” Sebastian asked.
She nodded. “The Grand Master sent Mrs. Wythe to see me shortly after we graduated from high school. Our backgrounds were eerily similar—heiresses to large fortunes, legacies of the society, controlling fathers. She convinced me I’d be safe within the organization. That I could relax about the marriage part and focus my energy on learning everything necessary to take over my father’s business after he’s gone. At the time, Elliot was still alive and I’d anticipated sharing that leadership with him. Now, it’s just me. Mrs. Wythe has taught me so much over the past seven years. I’m not sure where I’d be right now without her.”
“She sounds wonderful. I can’t wait to meet her.” Grant was grateful Elyse had such a caring mentor.
Sebastian twisted away from them and sat up. “Shower time. And then I think we might want to move this party to another bedroom. We’ve done a number on the sheets in here.”
Elyse joined Sebastian, the two of them walking to the bathroom together. Grant was slower to follow. He glanced down at the sheets Sebastian had mentioned with a grin.
Surprisingly—or maybe not surprisingly—his cock twitched and started to thicken. As he walked to the bathroom, he could almost imagine hearing the bell that signaled round two.
That suspicion was confirmed when he entered the room and found Sebastian and Elyse kissing as steam floated around them from the shower. It seemed now that they’d let go of the pain of the past, they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Grant suspected they still had some things to work out. He’d heard Elyse knock on Sebastian’s door and he’d heard every word they said—and didn’t say—before Sebastian started kissing her. While it appeared they’d let go of it for now, Grant knew those past hurts wouldn’t go away until they talked it out fully.
The black granite bathroom had a Jacuzzi and a bidet. Grant was looking forward to soaking in that tub with his lovers soon. For tonight, however, it looked as if Elyse and Sebastian were seeking simplicity. He grinned. That wasn’t happening.
He’d had plenty of time to recover from his first climax and given the speed with which is cock was thickening, this shower was going to be far from fast.
Grant stepped into the shower and held out his hand to help Elyse in. Sebastian followed. It was a double-headed shower, jets of water shooting over them from both ends of the stall. It was sensual decadence. Grant could get used to this. He grabbed the bottle of bath gel and placed a large dollop in Elyse’s palm.
She started to use the soap on her own chest, but Grant captured her wrist and shook his head. “That’s for Seb’s cock. Scrub it good.”
Elyse’s eyes lit up, then glanced down, taking in the return of Grant’s erection. “Does the word insatiable mean anything to you?”
Grant couldn’t fault her question. “I have a feeling this continual hard-on isn’t going away anytime soon.”
Elyse turned toward Sebastian, but she still looked at Grant over her shoulder. “Oh, that wasn’t a complaint, believe me.”
Sebastian hissed when she wrapped her hand around his reemerging erection and began to stroke it, slowly, firmly. Elyse’s past experiences may have been limited, but she was a quick study.
Grant squeezed out some bath gel into his own hands, scrubbing himself thoroughly before reaching around Elyse and rubbing the sudsy lather onto her breasts. Then he moved downwards, stroking the soap between her legs, making sure to pay special attention to her clit.
Elyse’s forehead fell forward, pressing against Sebastian’s chest as the sound of her sweet, sexy little mewls filled the room. Her insatiableness rivaled his.
When Grant’s hands drifted around her waist and parted the globes of her ass, she cried out.
“God. Yes!”
Grant stroked one finger inside her ass as she pressed against him, seeking more. Glancing over his shoulder, Grant realized the showerhead was detachable, a hand-held. Grabbing it from the mount, he placed the jets directly between her legs, letting the hot water pulse against her pussy and ass.
Her hands left Sebastian’s dick, clinging to his chest instead as she sought purchase. She leaned over, seeking more of the stimulation.
Sebastian guided her hand back to his cock, using his grip to guide hers over his thick erection. “God, Elle. You look so hot, baby. I swear I’m going to blow just watching Grant fuck you with that hot water.”
Grant used one hand to part her cheeks, directing the spray into her ass. She moaned loudly, her response Sebastian’s undoing.
“Shit. I can’t—” Sebastian didn’t bother to hold back. He came, jets of come landing on Elyse’s bouncing breasts as she thrust against the water Grant was shooting in her ass.
No sooner had Sebastian finished, than he changed the game.
“Turn around, Elle. Get on your knees.” Sebastian guided her into the position as he made the request.
Grant put the showerhead back in the mount just before Elyse wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and took the head into her mouth.
“Oh yeah. God.” Her mouth was like heaven, especially when she moaned, her voice vibrating against his sensitive flesh.
He peered down and realized what had provoked the sound. Sebastian had wrapped her hair around his hands, using a tight grip there to drive her mouth on Grant’s cock. The erotic image almost sent Grant to his knees.
Grant forced himself to look away. He was in danger of coming too quickly. His gaze met Sebastian’s and held. Grant was compelled to reach out and grab Sebastian, to kiss him roughly. He’d never experienced such a powerful connection to another man. And there was no denying Sebastian felt it as well. For once, the man’s poker face had fallen away, giving Grant his first good look at the real Sebastian.
Sebastian’s hand tightened in Elyse’s hair, enough that she had to pull away, to suck in a breath. She glanced up and froze.
Grant felt her eyes on them though he hadn’t looked away from Sebastian.
And then he heard it.
Just one word spoken in a whisper.
“Kiss.”
It was Elyse’s turn to make a demand. Grant never hesitated, never held back from taking what he wanted, but in that moment, he didn’t move. He couldn’t.
The two of them were mirror images, reflections in pent-up desire and confusion.
Fuck it. If this was going to be the biggest mistake of his life, Grant was going out in style.
He grasped the back of Sebastian’s neck and pulled the man forward. Grant didn’t even attempt to be gentle. He placed his lips firmly on Sebastian’s, and then forced the other man’s mouth open, diving in with his tongue.
It took several seconds before Grant realized there’s been no resistance on Sebastian’s part. He
was kissing him back roughly. Strongly.
The kiss was brief as far as kisses went, lasting no more than twenty, maybe thirty seconds. But it was potent.
He and Sebastian separated, both breathing heavily. They continued to stare, each one seemingly daring the other to reject how fucking amazing that was.
Elyse was the first to break the silence. Her wit managing to dissolve any lingering tension. “Wow. First of all, that was totally hot. And secondly, thank God I don’t have to always play center. You can’t begin to imagine how much pressure that takes off me.”
Grant and Sebastian chuckled. Grant started to help her rise, thinking perhaps the blowjob moment had passed, but Elyse shook off his hand and returned to her previous position, her lips taking in at least half of his length, the rest wrapped firmly in her grip.
Sebastian hadn’t moved. Grant was worried he might freak out, turn tail and run. He was completely blindsided when Sebastian knelt behind Elyse, his knees resting outside hers. Sebastian whispered dirty instructions in Elyse’s ear and the blowjob quickly moved from hot to scorching.
Grant closed his eyes and started reciting the nine times tables in his head, but math and every other sane thought vanished when Sebastian gripped Grant’s balls and squeezed gently.
His climax hit hard as his hips thrust him roughly into Elyse’s mouth more deeply than he’d intended. Jets of come erupted and his vision went gray.
When he opened his eyes again, Sebastian and Elyse were standing once more. Sebastian’s fingers were buried in Elyse’s pussy, his thumb stroking her clit. She had brought both of them to orgasm and now Sebastian was returning the favor.
If Grant had an ounce of strength left, he’d join in. As it was, he took advantage of the opportunity to watch. Elyse had leaned back against the tile wall and one of her legs was lifted, resting in the crook of Sebastian’s elbow. He held her wide open as he held nothing back, thrusting three fingers deep as he kissed her.
When Elyse twisted her face away, gasping for breath, Sebastian launched into some of the sexiest dirty talk Grant had ever heard. And Grant had always considered himself fluent in the language.