“Fuck!” she screamed at the ceiling. She forced her eyes open to watch his head move between her legs—faster, harder—and she wailed uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back as the waves of climax crashed through her. She clamped her thighs around his head, her clit too sensitive to continue, but he was relentless, not even pausing for her to enjoy the first orgasm before he wrenched another one from deep inside her. Her toes curled, and she slammed her palms against the mattress, screaming at him to stop. It was too much, too fast. And then suddenly…
He was gone.
She closed her eyes, willing her heart to stop pounding out of her chest, to stop the trembling in her legs, for her body to accept the oxygen she inhaled at a rapid pace.
He returned quickly, his hands on her ribs, pushing her up along the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and without a pause, his body covered hers completely, his hips between her thighs. He pinned her arms above her head by the wrists with one of his broad hands. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the edge and then the hard center. His trimmed goatee roughly brushed the delicate skin of her breast.
He sucked the nipple deep, pulling as much flesh into his mouth as possible. His other hand clasped her other breast, his finger and thumb pinching and twisting the hard peak not so gently.
There was nothing refined about this man in bed. His elegant demeanor had disappeared, and the man who appeared in his place was rough, animalistic. Nothing held him back.
He moved to her mouth, sucking on her lower lip, then stroking it with his tongue. “Can you taste yourself?”
Paige released a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“I made you come twice with my mouth. How many times can I make you come with my cock?”
Something about the words come and cock coming out of his mouth, made her groan. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Hard?”
“So fucking hard,” he said roughly in his deep-timbre voice.
His dirty words thrilled her, and she found herself desperate to kiss his filthy mouth. She willed him to say fuck again. To tell her how long he would fuck her. How deep he would fuck her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “You’re going to make me come?” she asked.
Graedon must have realized the game she was playing, and with a smile against her skin, he said, “I’m going to bang you so hard with my fucking cock, you are going to scream when you come. And then I’m going to fuck you all over again. Until you soak me.”
Paige shuddered. When he released her arms, she grabbed his biceps and squirmed underneath him.
On his right bicep, she felt another thick scar under her fingertips, distracting her for a second. But his quick movement to settle his cock against her swollen, ready lips made her forget everything but what he was about to do. He was already encased in latex, and Paige realized that was why he had momentarily disappeared earlier. Her body tensed as he pressed forward, ready for the pressure of accommodating a man of his size.
“Relax,” he whispered, his face inches above hers. “I’ll go slow.”
She didn’t want him to go slow. She wanted him now. Deep inside her.
But he was right, even if taking his time might be her complete undoing.
He held her face in his hands, pinning his gaze to hers. She’d never seen such an intense look before, causing her to spook a little bit. But it also made her tremor in anticipation. Little by little, he pushed his hips forward, his mouth open, but not quite touching hers. He inhaled her breath; she inhaled his. In and out. In and out. And it was driving her crazy.
He lied about taking it slow. He took her. Her mouth, her slick center. Hard. Kissing her fiercely, fucking her ferociously, stretching her to the breaking point. The heavy muscles of his body working, pumping, holding her in place as she cried into his mouth.
Not to stop. No.
But to continue.
He was so fucking strong. He seized control of her body by using his against her.
She wrapped her legs around his thick thighs, feeling the corded muscles expand and contract with each thrust. When she reached to grab his waist, he took her hands and pinned them to the bed, holding her.
This man was all about control. All about what was his.
And in that moment, he had made her his conquest. He occupied her mouth and her body completely. Each pump of his hips, making her wetter, stretching her to accommodate his girth.
It felt so fucking exhilarating.
He clamped his mouth to the base of her throat and sucked her skin until it was tender. Again and again, he took her. Sweat sheened their bodies; their cries, moans, and groans echoed each other.
He grabbed the curved flesh of her breast between his teeth, nipping her skin until he found the nipple, peaked, puckered, and waiting. The pull of his mouth, the graze of his teeth brought her to the verge of climax.
He fucked her fast and furious, the pleasure building at her center until it exploded outward from her core. The waves of orgasm rocked through her, causing her to dig her toes into his calves and her breath to hitch until it burst from her in a wail.
Graedon grunted when she slammed her pelvis into his, trying to prolong the orgasm. “More?” The question didn’t sound so cool and calm now. It was raw, feral.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He slowed his thrust, released her hands, and slid his palms under her ass, lifting her hips. Then he did something with his motion that drove her almost insane. With every roll of his hips, his cock stroked her spot, that pleasurable magic target which made her wetter, made her body clench harder around him while trying to pull him deeper. But it was impossible. He completely filled her; there was nowhere else to go.
The rock of his hips put pressure on her clit, and she shattered again. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped. Her head rocked back, and her fingernails dug into his solid arms leaving tiny half-moon indentations.
His breath hitched, and his body faltered for a moment, but within seconds, he found a completely new rhythm. Pushing himself up straighter, he grabbed both sides of her hips and plunged into her at a new angle. She thrashed against him uncontrollably, her inner walls constricting around him. The last climax was short but deep and intense.
His endurance was amazing. Besides the sheen of his skin, there was no indication of him working hard. He wasn’t out of breath; he wasn’t slowing because he got tired. He kept running like a machine. His cock a well-oiled piston.
Who had that type of control? Was it mind over matter?
But Paige could only take so much. She was about to disintegrate into dust. She felt the pull of exhaustion, her multiple orgasms draining her.
“Are you done?” he asked roughly and placed a kiss between her breasts.
“Toast,” she said in a broken sigh.
He gave her a satisfied smile and moved his hands back up to cup her cheeks, holding her head still, forcing her to meet his gaze. When he shuddered, his eyes closed for a brief moment, his smile wavered, and his fingers pressed harder into her face.
Then he stilled, his breathing heavy and quick.
He dropped his forehead to hers. “I hope you found that satisfactory.” Before she could even process what he said, he slipped out of her and off the bed. He went into the master bathroom and shut the door behind him.
Boneless and completely depleted, she was incapable of movement. She didn’t even have the energy to slide her legs shut. Even though he had left her, she could still feel his fullness, the stretch of him. And she would probably feel it for at least a day.
She was wrecked.
She smiled up at the ceiling.
And then she remembered Connor. He hadn’t joined them. He hadn’t stopped them. He hadn’t said a word.
She dug up enough energy to turn her head toward the chair.
Connor appeared just as totaled as her and he hadn’t even been in the bed. His jeans gaped open, his hands still, his hair disheveled, and his shirt wrinkled with a
dark stain along the bottom. His eyes were hooded when he met her gaze, his voice breathless. “Holy fuck.”
Paige gave him a small smile. “Yeah, holy fuck.”
The three of them sat at the head of the bed. Connor just in his jeans since his shirt was in the laundry. Graedon, also shirtless, wore black silk pajama bottoms. And Paige had said “fuck it” and only dragged on her boy short panties.
At this point, she didn’t have the energy to worry about sitting almost completely naked on their new lover’s bed while they munched on grapes, apple slices, cheese, and crackers. Of course, those were the kind of snacks he kept in the house. She would have been surprised if he came back into the bedroom with a bag of corn chips. She doubted that bad-assed body of his was fueled on junk food.
Connor and Graedon took turns feeding her grapes as she lounged between them and against the pillows.
“When do I get fed chocolate-covered strawberries? Oh, or cherries. Where are the concubines with the palm frond fans?”
“Do you think you’re going to be spoiled like this every time?” Connor asked.
“I expect it.”
Connor snorted, and she couldn’t hold her laughter. Though she and Connor knew when each was kidding with the other, Graedon hadn’t picked up on the ball-busting sense of humor they had.
“A woman should always be spoiled. Kept like a queen. Keep her happy, and she has no reason to stray.”
Well then. First of all, Graedon using a word like “kept” worried her. She frowned as he placed a slice of apple to her lips. She turned her head to reject it, and he placed it back on the plate.
“I don’t want to be kept like a queen.”
“Treated like a queen, then. If that’s better suited.”
Sure, but he had said kept.
“A woman should also spoil her man. Or men, in this case. It’s a two-way street,” Paige stated.
“That it is,” he answered her, his voice deep and delicious.
She grabbed a cracker off of the plate and dipped it in the soft, melty brie cheese. She popped it in her mouth and closed her eyes with the sheer richness of it. “This shit is the bomb. I need to buy some of this.”
“I buy it at a specialty store. I’ll get you some next time I go.”
Of course, he bought it at a specialty store. Why would he buy cheese at the grocery store like the rest of the “normal folk?” This got her wondering about his past and if he had come from an upper-class family. Had he gone to an expensive private school? An Ivy League college? But if so, why did he end up as a football player on the Boston Bulldogs? Why play a game that beats the hell out of your body, if you had the brains to sit behind a desk and make a fortune? No concussions. No bruises. No ice baths and deep tissue massages to work out all the knots and tightness after a brutal game.
And that scar on his chest…
The raised skin on his right bicep definitely wasn’t a scar exactly. It had a specific shape, and she recognized it as a brand. Who would brand themselves? That had to be torture. She’d seen quite a few black players in the NFL with the symbols of their college fraternities. Though neither Ty, Cole, nor Renny had one. The brand made fraternity members brothers for life, she guessed.
They had so much to learn about this new man in their bed—or tonight, technically his bed—and she wanted to find out what made him into the man he was and what made him tick.
She could do an inquisition and bombard him with questions, or she could pull the information out slowly as they went along. She guessed it would depend on how much he minded giving up intel on himself. After her questioning when he visited the sod farm the other day, she realized he wasn’t the type to be real chatty about his personal background. “Tell me about the scar.”
Unconsciously, he ran his finger down it and his brows pinned together.
Connor leaned forward and asked, “Can I touch it?”
Graedon studied him for a moment before nodding. For a second, it had actually looked like he might say no.
Connor reached over Paige to run his fingers from the ragged edge that began at the bottom of his throat all the way to where it ended mid-stomach.
Graedon grew very still as he allowed Connor to touch him.
“It’s wicked. Heart surgery?” Connor inquired, moving his hand back over the other man’s heart and leaving it there. Graedon’s nostrils flared slightly.
Paige didn’t know if it was from the question or Connor’s touch. She dropped her gaze to his lap, and Graedon’s erection tented the black silk he wore. Well, there was the answer.
Graedon’s gaze moved from Connor’s arm to Paige’s face, and there was a question in his eyes.
Was he asking her permission if he could touch her husband? She gave him a slight nod, and Graedon leaned over, reaching out to grab the back of Connor’s head, pulling him closer. Connor didn’t resist as Graedon brought their lips together, sealing his mouth over Connor’s.
The two men kissing over her was the hottest shit she’d ever seen. Heat immediately pooled in her core. She wondered whose tongue was in whose mouth as she watched their lips move, their jaws shift, and their eyes close.
Paige blew out a breath and leaned back further against the headboard so she could see more of them, of what they were doing. She wanted to reach out but was afraid she’d disrupt their actions. From the bulge she could see under Connor’s jeans, they had made the right decision. The men wanted each other. Which was good, because she wanted them both as well.
Connor dropped his hand from Graedon’s heart to his erection, smoothing his fingers over the silk of the other man’s pajama pants. Before she could move the plate of food out of the way, Connor rose to his knees and climbed over Paige, not even breaking the kiss.
Graedon’s long, dark fingers entwined in Connor’s dirty blond hair as he assisted Connor to get closer.
When Paige could finally grab the plate, she put it on the nightstand, then shifted to give Connor more room. But he didn’t settle between her and Graedon. Instead, he moved until he was lying between Graedon’s legs. One of them groaned as Graedon spread his thighs wider to accommodate Connor’s large body.
Connor finally broke the kiss, his lips shiny and swollen, his eyes glazed. “I want to try—”
“This?” Graedon asked him, his eyes dark, as he shoved the elastic waistband of his pants down enough for his erection to escape. The head was already slick with precum.
Paige felt a pull of envy since Connor would be the first to taste Graedon.
Connor palmed the hard length, and though Connor’s hands were not small, Graedon’s cock still couldn’t be contained within Connor’s grip. Connor slid down enough to drop his head until only a hair’s breadth was between his mouth and the larger man’s cock.
Paige chewed at her bottom lip. Connor had never taken another man in his mouth. And for the first to be someone of Graedon’s size worried her. She wanted this to be a memorable experience, not a disaster.
Connor reached his tongue out to lick the slickness off the head. Then without hesitation, he wrapped his lips around the shaft, mimicking movements he probably learned from Paige doing the same to him.
Paige didn’t want to think how weird her thoughts were, but she felt proud of her husband sucking their new lover’s cock like a champ. She turned her eyes up to Graedon’s face. She blinked.
He stared at her, a slight grimace on his face as Connor’s head bobbed up and down. Paige was so fucking wet, and it only got worse with the realization of Graedon watching her. He seemed to be studying her reactions.
Graedon left one hand entwined in Connor’s hair and reached out his other, snagging her long hair and bringing her to him. He captured her lips, kissing her fiercely.
She groaned into his mouth and reached her hand out blindly until she found Connor’s head, she entangled her fingers in his hair, next to Graedon’s. Feeling the rise and fall of his head under her hand as she kissed Graedon made her squeeze her thighs
together. She wanted to push Connor out of the way and mount Graedon where he sat until she got off a quick one. Something to take off the edge.
At the same time, Connor’s head slowed, the noises in his throat got quiet, and Graedon pulled away just enough from Paige to be able to grit his teeth and close his eyes. “Let me go unless you want me to come in your mouth.” The words were raw, his fingers digging harder into Paige’s hair as he tensed.
Connor didn’t move away. Instead, he stilled as Graedon’s hips lifted slightly, a grunt escaping his lips.
Paige’s pussy was soaked, and her muscles twinged at the sounds, the sight, and everything surrounding Graedon’s release and Connor’s acceptance.
After a moment, Connor lifted his head and looked at her.
Graedon reached down and grabbed his biceps pulling him up to lay a solid kiss on Connor’s mouth.
As soon as Connor was free, Paige did the same, kissing her husband and whispering, “That was so hot, baby.”
Graedon leaned back against the headboard, his eyes hooded, and his body relaxed as he stroked Connor’s back with one hand and, after wrapping an arm around Paige, he trailed his fingers up and down her ribs.
She tucked her legs and curled tighter against him. She brushed an unruly lock of hair off of Connor’s forehead as he laid it on Graedon’s thigh.
Paige smiled at the both of them. “I guess I’m not going to be the only one spoiled.”
Chapter 4
Leaving Graedon’s bed the other night had been the hardest thing they’d had to do in a while. Reluctantly, Connor had peeled himself away from the new man in his life to head home with his wife.
That in itself did not sound normal. He laughed and shook his head. But he was happy the evening had gone so well. He’d had been nervous before they went over to Graedon’s house, but when they’d left, he’d been relaxed. Sleepy even. And he couldn’t wait to get together with him again. He wanted to explore so much more with this new relationship. It was obvious Paige felt the same.
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