Double Score

by K. L. Grayson

  She peels her eyes open and watches me work myself.

  “He’s licking me and it—oh, God, it feels so good.”

  “What else is he doing? What feels good?”

  “He’s sucking my clit and…” Emma’s body lurches forward, causing her to grunt. “Two fingers,” she pants. “He has two fingers inside of me, and he’s sucking, and holy shit, I don’t think I can take much more,” she says, her words fading into a long moan.

  “Yes, you can. Relax and enjoy it. I know he sure as fuck is. Grant has wanted to taste your perfect cunt for years. Does she taste as good and sweet as you hoped?”

  “Better,” he replies.

  I’m jealous as fuck. “I can’t wait to taste you for myself.”

  My fist moves faster against my cock, my eyes locked on Grant’s head between Emma’s lush thighs. She reaches out and yanks me forward. My dick plunges into her mouth, and bottoms out at the back of her throat.

  “Fuck,” I curse, brushing the hair away from her face so I can watch her suck me off. She hollows her cheeks, presses her tongue against the bottom of my shaft, and sucks. Hard. Hard enough to cause my vision to blur. “Jesus Christ, where the fuck did you learn that?”

  Emma releases me and looks up. Her glasses are fogged, and I can’t help but smile at how cute and sexy she looks. Like a naughty librarian. “Do you really want to know?” she purrs.

  “Fuck no.”

  I remove her glasses and set them on the nightstand behind me. Gripping her hair, I pull her forward and thrust into her mouth as Grant continues his assault on her pussy. She moans, licks and sucks, and then a red flush creeps up her back. Her mouth gets more frantic, and with my hand wrapped around her hair, I gently pull her off me because the last thing I want is her chomping down on my dick when Grant pushes her over the edge.

  Emma tosses her head back in ecstasy, but her eyes are locked on mine. Swollen lips parted, chest heaving, she gasps, and then her body convulses. She tries to squeeze her thighs together, but Grant doesn’t let her. He holds her in place and licks her through her orgasm.

  When he finally slips out from between her thighs, Emma collapses onto the bed. Grant is grinning from ear to ear. His face is slick with her juices. “You’ve got to taste her, Ry.”

  “Plannin’ on it.” I nudge Emma onto her back. I kiss my way up her body and then dip my head and worship her perfect breasts the way I wanted to do so badly last night.

  Grant tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and kisses her.

  She smiles sweetly at him. “I want to touch you. Both of you.”

  “You will.” Grant slides his hand between her thighs, and she grinds her hips upward. “We’re in no hurry, and we need to get you good and ready to take us.”

  It doesn’t take long for me to learn what Emma likes. Light, quick flicks of my tongue against her dusky nipple cause her to lift off the bed and make the sexiest little noises. Deep sucks and bites are what bring out the louder moans. And that’s exactly what she does when I suck the tight bud between my teeth and tug.

  “Does that feel good?” Grant asks.

  “Yes,” she breathes. “So good.”

  “You’re so fucking tight, your pussy is sucking my fingers in.”

  I push my hand between her legs alongside Grant’s, and together we fuck her with our fingers.

  “Oh...” She looks down, her eyes bouncing between me sucking her tit and both of us pushing our fingers inside her. “That feels incredible. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

  I pull out my finger and circle it around her swollen clit. She tosses her head back against the pillows. Her body jerks and tightens, but I keep rubbing the tight numb until she pushes my hand away.

  “Please, let me touch you. I need to touch you both.”

  GRANT

  No way in hell will I let her ask me that twice. My body is hers, and she can touch it whenever the fuck she wants. I lean back, propping myself up on some pillows. My cock is angry and swollen and begging for her. Ryan is curled around her side, his cock resting against her thigh.

  We’re both hard as fuck and I know he’s as anxious to bury himself in her body as am, because we talked about it. But we don’t want to push her too fast or too far because we don’t want to scare her away.

  She reaches for us at the same time. Her slender hand wraps around my cock and makes one long, gentle stroke.

  “Harder, Em.” I wrap my hand around hers, showing her how I like it, and when I let her go, she keeps the pace and drives me out of my fucking mind.

  Ryan squeezes her breast, and I capture her lips with mine.

  “I need one of you inside me,” she whispers against my lips. “I’m so close, and I need you in me when I come.”

  Her eyes dart between mine and Ryan’s, and I see the worry there. She’s unsure how this is going to work. What she doesn’t know is that Ryan and I have planned for this exact moment, and we’re ready for it.

  We’re ready for her.

  “Emma, you don’t have to choose. We would never ask you to do that.”

  “He’s right. Grant and I both want this with you, and we will both have you. All we want is to make this good for you.”

  “You have. It’s been so good, but I need more. I need both of you.”

  “Come here.” I hold out my hand for Emma, and she crawls between my legs. “I need to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock while Ryan gets you ready to take us.”

  Her blue eyes flare to life. I slide my hand into her hair and guide her lips to my cock. Ryan steps out of the room to grab a bottle of lube. When he returns, he squirts some on her backside, and Emma draws in a sharp breath around my cock.

  “Has anyone ever fucked this beautiful ass?” Ryan asks, rubbing her tight ring in slow, methodical circles.

  She holds the base of my cock and releases it from her mouth long enough to say, “No.”

  Her greedy mouth comes back for more, licking a slow path along my shaft before sinking over the top of it.

  “Has anyone ever played with it?” I ask, knowing that I’m going to want to kill whomever the guy is if she says yes.

  6

  Emma

  Blood rushes through my ears. No one has ever touched me where Ryan caresses me now. It feels dirty and sexy, and I want more.

  I have no fucking clue how I’m ever going to take more. My body feels like a limp noodle already, but I can’t keep from thrusting back, hoping Ryan will slip his finger inside and introduce me to a new, erotic world I’ve only ever dreamed of.

  “Emma, answer me.” I look up and furrow my brow. Grant chuckles and repeats himself. “Has anyone ever played with your ass?”

  I continue to stroke the way he showed me earlier and shake my head at the same time Ryan pushes a finger past the tight ring of muscle. There’s an initial bite of pain followed by immense pleasure, and my body sparks back to life.

  “No,” I moan. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Good girl.” With his fist wrapped around my hair, Grant pulls my mouth back to his cock, only this time, he buries himself as deep as my throat will allow. I lick and suck the thick shaft and swallow the tip as best I can while Ryan uses his finger to fuck my ass.

  My best friend is knuckle-deep in my ass.

  I should be embarrassed, or at least ashamed of what I’m letting these two men do to me. But I’m not.

  Not one bit.

  In fact, I want more. I need Ryan’s cock there.

  Heat races through my body, and I reach for my clit, needing some sort of release, but Ryan snags my hand. “Sorry, baby. That’s for us to play with, and we’re not ready for you to get off again just yet.”

  Pushing my tongue toward the roof of my mouth I create as much suction as I can, and Grant hisses. He pulls back, his cock falling from my mouth, and I peek up at him, ready to beg for more when he brushes his fingers along my cheek.

  Sliding his hand under me, Grant finds my clit, and my
hips jerk, causing Ryan’s finger to push farther into my ass. “You want us both to fuck you? Ryan in that perfect ass, and me in this tight pussy?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Yes, what? What do you want?” Ryan growls.

  “Fuck me,” I beg. “I want you both to fuck me.”

  “That’s our girl.” The mattress shifts as Grant readjusts himself against the headboard. He holds out a hand for me. “Come ride my cock, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy wrapped around me.”

  Ryan removes his hand so I can move toward Grant. I take Grant’s hand, press my knees to either side of his hips, and guide his cock to my entrance. Slowly, I lower myself onto his shaft. He’s large, and it takes a second, but my body acclimates to his size, and I begin to ride him.

  Cupping my neck with his hand, Grant pulls my mouth to his in a searing kiss and slides down the pillows, lowering us onto the bed.

  Ryan’s warm hand finds my hip, and once again, a cool shot of liquid slides down my ass. I concentrate on Grant’s mouth, losing myself in the feeling of his tongue against mine, and his thick cock inside of me. Ryan lowers himself on top of me, and when the head of his dick presses against my ass, my body tenses.

  “Relax, baby,” Ryan murmurs, trailing his lips down my neck. He sucks at the soft spot behind my ear and whispers, “I’m not going to lie, this might hurt a little, but if it’s too much, just say the word, and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  I nod and look over my shoulder. “Take it slow, but I want you there.” Allowing Ryan to fuck my ass feels so much more intimate than fucking Grant, and I need to look at him, I need him to see that it’s okay—that I’m okay. “Ryan?”

  “Yes, sweet girl?”

  “I trust you.”

  Curling his hand around the front of my neck, Ryan pulls back and kisses me. The angle makes it awkward and uncomfortable, but I need this. I need to kiss him.

  Grant continues to slowly rock his hips, and with each gentle thrust, Ryan’s cock presses against my ass.

  “Please,” I moan.

  Ryan’s lips travel down my cheek, and then he pushes up, hovering over my back. “I need you to bear down for me, okay?”

  I nod, doing as he asks, and Ryan pushes the tip of his cock in. Pain rips through my body, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Grant brings his lips to mine. His tongue dips into my mouth, swirling and tasting. Ryan waits for several long seconds, allowing Grant to create a distraction, and then he pushes inside of me inch by inch.

  “Fuck,” I moan, blinking through the sting of tears.

  Ryan stops. He’s gripping my hips so tightly, I’m sure he’s going to leave fingerprints there. “Are you okay?”

  “It hurts, but it feels good.” So good. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt. “I feel full. So full. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

  “Complete?” Grant offers. His eyes shift to Ryan’s over my shoulder and then back to me. I nod.

  “And whole. I feel whole.”

  “I’m going to give you a second to adjust to us, Emma. Tell me when you’re ready, and Grant and I will start a rhythm that I promise you’ll love.”

  I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life. With my left hand, I reach behind me to grip Ryan’s ass so I can hold him to me. I wrap my right hand around the back of Grant’s neck and rest my forehead against his.

  “I’m ready,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on Grant’s as Ryan pulls out of me before slowly sinking back in. It only takes a few thrusts for the pain to fade to pleasure. My heart hammers inside my chest. Nothing has ever felt this good. An overwhelming sense of love and completion settles over me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt and the urge to give them the same euphoric feeling is too strong.

  I roll my hips. Grant moans and Ryan presses his head to my back.

  “Slow, sweet girl. We don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

  I don’t want to go slow. My hormones are taking over and the only thing I can think of is getting closer to these two men. I feel possessive and the need to claim them grows with each passing second. “Please,” I beg, rocking my hips again.

  That movement is all it takes. Everything around us erupts in a flurry of moans and tongues and dirty words.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  So goddamn tight.

  Please, don’t stop.

  Their hands and lips are everywhere. I don’t know where they end and I begin, and I don’t care to find out. Right now, we’re one. We’re three best friends—three lovers—coming together, and it’s perfect. I don’t ever want it to end.

  As promised, Grant and Ryan find the perfect rhythm, but I can’t move. I’m trapped between two hard, large bodies, and it’s the best damn place in the entire fucking world.

  If I die tomorrow, I will die a happy woman.

  “Harder,” I pant.

  Ryan slams into me, rocking my body, and Grant grunts.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he breathes. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Tight and warm. I’m not going to last.”

  “Hold the fuck on,” Ryan says. “I’m almost there.”

  “Me, too.”

  Grant’s body shudders, and then I feel a rush of moisture as he explodes inside of me. Ryan’s hips pump furiously, tipping me over the edge, and I scream both of their names as my own orgasm rushes through me.

  Ryan’s body stiffens on top of my mine, and then his hips jerk. He comes long and hard as he releases himself into my ass.

  We all collapse on the bed in a heap of sweaty, sated bodies. Ryan pulls out of me and rolls to the side, allowing me to roll off Grant.

  Ryan is on my left side, his hand cupping my breast, and Grant is on my right, his semi-hard cock resting against my leg. My body feels empty without them inside me, but there’s a fullness in my heart that wasn’t there before, and that’s the feeling I hold onto.

  “I’ve wanted you both for so long. I’ve waited for this for so long. I never thought it could be like this—this good—but I’d hoped.”

  “We’ve been waiting for this too, kicker,” Grant whispers, running his hand up and down my arm.

  “You’re so beautiful, Emma.” Ryan skims his fingers down my chest, resting them on my belly. “Thank you for letting us have this part of you.”

  I look at his hand, so big and strong and steady, and I reach out, linking my fingers with his and then I look at Grant. His eyes soften.

  “We’re not letting you go, Emma. You’re ours now. If you’ll have us,” he says, covering our hands with his.

  What does that mean, I’m theirs now? For the night? The weekend? Forever? I’m good with forever, but I’d hate to get my hopes up too much.

  Ryan kisses the tip of my nose. “He’s right. You should rest up because we’re not even close to being done with you.”

  “Good,” I say, nuzzling deeper into the bed. “Because there’re still a few things I’d like to do, too.”

  Grant props himself up on an elbow and smiles down at me. “Ryan’s cock in your ass wasn’t enough?”

  Ryan buries his face in my neck, and I feel him smile.

  I shake my head. “Nope. I want more.”

  My goal: your hearts.

  “Whatever you want, Emma,” Grant says, fighting a smile. “You name it, and it’s yours.”

  How about forever? But I keep that thought to myself.

  “And I have a ton of questions.”

  “We probably have the answers.” Ryan kisses the soft spot behind the ear he was nibbling and then sits up. “How about we shower and eat dinner and then we can talk.”

  “A nice, hot shower sounds perfect.”

  Grant slides off the bed and walks to the bedroom door. I don’t miss the way Ryan’s eyes linger on Grant’s naked ass. “You two jump in the shower. I’ll call down to Alfonzo’s and make us reservations for tonight.”

  “Alfonzo’s?” I look at Ryan for the answer because Grant is already halfway down the hall.

  “It’s one of the restaurants in t
he main building of the lodge. Come on, kicker, let’s get you wet.” I squeal when Ryan lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom.

  “I already am,” I whisper, kissing his neck.

  I have a feeling it’ll always be like that with these two around.

  “I always knew you’d be a dirty girl.”

  7

  Ryan

  “Let’s wash your hair.”

  “Really?” Emma’s eyes widen, and she eagerly turns around so I can use the adjustable showerhead to run water over her. “I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before. Is this a thing? Does the guy always wash the girl’s hair?”

  “I wouldn’t know. You’re the first girl I’ve ever taken a shower with,” I say, putting the nozzle back into its holster when her hair is good and wet.

  And you’ll be the only girl I ever shower with.

  I squirt a little shampoo into my palm as Emma turns to face me. “So, we were both each other’s firsts in a way today?” Her soft hands land on my stomach and inch their way up. “I popped your shower-with-a-girl cherry and you…”

  Her words trail off, and her cheeks turn pink.

  “I claimed your ass,” I say, rubbing my hands together then dipping them into her hair. It’s a little awkward with her facing me, but no way am I asking her to turn around, especially since her hands are exploring every inch of my body and it feels too good. “Say it, Emma. Tell me who fucked you in the ass and how much you liked it.”

  When I’m confident her hair is clean, I rinse the shampoo and reach for the conditioner.

  “No.” She grins. I can tell she wants to say it, but this is all new to her. I’ll have to coax her out of her shell a bit.

  “You have no reason to be embarrassed,” I say, kissing a water droplet from her pouty lips. “Say it, and I’ll give you a special treat for dessert tonight.”

  She laughs, and it’s the most glorious sound I’ve heard. I’ve always loved Emma’s laugh. It comes from the belly, and it makes me smile. For as long as I can remember, I have always tried to make her laugh because it’s my favorite sound in the world. Second to the sounds she makes when she comes.