She made a sound and she pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “And that’s a good reason why not to wear a condom tonight.”
“Thought so. But don’t think you’re going to get a reprieve forever.”
Grae’s cock felt as hard as steel under her ass. The thought of him taking her from behind must be getting him in the mood. Not that he was never in the mood. This man was always ready for action. Ever since he temporarily moved into the house a week ago, there hadn’t been one night where everyone just got under the covers and went to sleep. Now, with Connor gone, not one morning either. She went to work with her ass dragging and an oversized cup of java.
Ty and Logan had laughed at her, reminding her how much work was involved in a threesome. Work being code for sex, of course. But it wasn’t so much Connor who was demanding. It was Grae. He expected it every night—and it was never a quickie.
Look at her complaining… How many women would want to be in her shoes, getting the attention of two intelligent, sexy men? Getting spoiled and having multiple orgasms every night.
Any woman who wasn’t bat shit crazy.
She traced his goatee. Even though she didn’t like facial hair, she had to admit there were some perks to his when his face was buried between her thighs. Her pussy clenched at the thought. She squirmed in his lap, causing him to tighten his grip on her hips. She turned to straddle him on the couch, so she could look at him directly.
His easy smile was a little bit of a relief for her. She knew he hadn’t been thrilled about moving into their house temporarily, instead of the other way around. But it had just seemed easier at the time.
Though Paige figured if things worked out well between the three of them, she and Connor would move into his house eventually since it was much larger. Plus, the fact Grae continually emphasized his moving in was only temporary.
His master bedroom was no doubt larger than theirs. With the sheer size of his place, there would be plenty of room for the three of them and their belongings. In contrast with their house, where Grae’s clothes and personal items were in a spare bedroom closet and in the hallway bathroom.
The positives of him living with them would be him being within fingertip range when it came to physical contact. The downside was that Paige was hardly ever alone anymore. She sometimes enjoyed having the house to herself when Connor was out of town.
Okay, maybe more than sometimes. It was nice to sit on the couch, watching sappy chick flicks, eating a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream with a box of tissues next to her. Something she would never do with Connor or Grae at home. Plus, Grae always kept track of where she was. Whether they were at the house or not. She didn’t think it was a trust issue, but more of a possessiveness issue. This man was all about control.
In one way, it was exciting. In another, it sometimes felt stifling. Connor wasn’t like that and she wasn’t used to it. She hoped it was just the newness of the relationship and he would loosen up as time went on.
“You’re wearing a frown,” he said, running a thumb over her bottom lip.
She hadn’t even been aware of it. She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“Paige.” Again, with the warning tone.
“Grae, leave it alone. Okay?”
He regarded her for a moment before saying, “Okay.”
Paige practically sighed with relief. “Thanks.”
He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it until she met his eyes again. “You know you can always talk to me, tell me what’s bothering you, right?”
“Yes.”
“And will you?”
“Sure.”
“Promise?” he asked as if he didn’t believe her.
“I promise.”
He smiled at her. “Good. That’s all I can ask for.”
“Grae, you can tell us stuff also, you know.”
“I understand.”
No, she didn’t want to hear that he understood the concept of a two-way street; she wanted him to promise the same thing as she did. She got a feeling he held back things, personal things like his heart failure. Paige placed a hand over the left side of his chest. “Do you know whose heart is beating in your body?”
He placed a hand over hers and squeezed her fingers. “I do.”
His answer caused goosebumps to break out all over her body. She wondered what it was like to have a piece of someone else living within you. The concept was disturbing, but fascinating as well. “Tell me.” She placed an ear against his chest. She wanted to hear his heartbeat as he told her the story, as well as feel the vibrations of his deep, low voice.
“His name was Brandon. He was only twenty-two years old and a junior in college.”
“What was his major?”
“Education. He was studying to be a high school teacher. I was told he was extremely smart. Aced his SATs. Tutored on the side to make some cash. He could speak Spanish and Italian fluently. He was a Humanist at heart. Always looking to help the less fortunate. He would run blanket and coat drives in winter, food drives in summer. Things like that. He would go without if someone needed it more than him. His mother told me that one Christmas, he took all of his gifts, clothes, toys, whatever he got, and donated it all to a shelter.”
“So he was a Saint.”
“Pretty much.”
“So, what happened?” she asked, though she feared his answer. She already knew Brandon’s story didn’t end well, but Grae’s did.
“He was driving home from school for Thanksgiving break and a drunk driver hit him. Blew right through a red light, T-boned Brandon’s car on the driver’s side, doing about sixty miles-per-hour. Brandon never had a chance to avoid the accident.”
“He didn’t suffer,” Paige said, hoping it was true.
“No.”
“Were his other organs also given to people in need?”
“Yes. He lives through a bunch of different people now. His life was his ultimate donation. He helped quite a few needy people, probably in ways he never would have expected. At least at that age. He was way too young.” Grae stopped talking and his chest rose and fell with his steady breath.
Paige absorbed everything he just told her. “I would love to thank his family.”
“I will bring you along next time I visit.”
She lifted her head to look up at him. “Really? You actually visit his family?”
He shrugged, then tucked a section of her hair behind her ear. “They asked me to. Sometimes his mother presses her ear against my chest and listens to her son’s heart beating. It’s a piece of him still alive, though inside of me.”
“I guess that helped them to cope. To know that their son was still helping others, even after death.”
“I started a charity to help the homeless in his name,” he said quietly.
Paige pushed up to a seated position. “Really? Why haven’t you mentioned it?”
“There hasn’t been a reason to bring it up until now. I have people managing it and Brandon’s family and extended family are very involved. They practically run it. I basically help fund it.”
“Fucking Grae, that’s just crazy good. You’re an awesome man.”
“No.” He kissed her forehead. “Just a man.”
“Oh, whatever,” she scoffed. It amazed her how he could be so tender with her outside of the bedroom. But inside the bedroom…a whole different story.
Then this thought brought her back to Connor wanting to Skype when she and Grae were having sex tonight and wondering if she should give him the heads up about the condom thing. “Well, we can test that ticker of yours tonight.”
He chuckled. “Yes, we will.”
Her grin turned back into a frown.
He shook his head. “Seriously Paige. Stop worrying about Connor and the condom issue. He’s a reasonable man.”
That he was. But still…
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her pelvis against his crotch. “Shoul
d we do a quickie on the couch before the big show?”
His eyelids shuttered as he studied her. “We could. But once we start, I’m not sure how much of a quickie it’s going to be. Once I’m deep inside you, I don’t want to rush. And I don’t think your couch is waterproof.”
Waterproof? Huh?
Oooh. Yes. Her responsiveness to his touch, his actions.
She circled her hips over his lap again. “You mean how wet I get when you’re playing with me, eating me, fucking me?”
He lifted his chin slightly, his fingers tightening up on her hips. He thrust up against her, so she could feel how hard he was. “You’re being slightly conservative with the term ‘wet.’ ”
Paige laughed. “You think?”
“I know.”
“Are you going to throw me over your shoulder again and take me to bed, big boy?”
His lips split into a wide smile, his beautiful white teeth contrasting against his broad, dark cherry lips. Lips that tasted as good as they looked. In fact, she needed to sample them right this minute. She pressed her hands on his chest and leaned into him, brushing her breasts against him as she slid her tongue along his very skilled mouth.
His smile quickly disappeared when he brought a hand to the back of her head, and claimed her mouth as his. He controlled the kiss completely. The pressure, the deepness, the tangling of their tongues. His fingers dug into her hair, tugging her head back so he could rake his teeth along her jawline and down her throat. He murmured something against her skin, but she had no idea what it was. Right now, she remained too focused on his mouth, as he nipped where her shoulder met her neck. A shiver overcame her, making her nipples pebble painfully.
His erection felt hard and thick beneath her—and there were too many layers of clothing separating them. She whimpered in frustration, pulling at his shirt, letting him know that she wanted him. She wanted him now.
He stood up and she gripped her arms tighter around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist as he moved down the hallway towards the bedroom. When he got to the bed, he placed her on the mattress and moved away.
“Get undressed.”
“But Connor—“
“Now.”
As she pulled off her clothing, then watched as he moved to the nightstand to yank open the drawer. He pulled out her purple vibrator—her favorite one—and tossed it onto the bed beside her.
Her heart and her breath sped up as she finished pulling off her clothes. “I need to text Connor…Skype…”
“You need to do what I tell you.”
Blood rushed into Paige’s head, making her slightly dizzy. Her pussy clenched and a rush of wetness was felt at her core. This man’s demanding words could turn her into a puddle of arousal.
She brushed both of her nipples with her palms and spread her legs to show him how wet he made her.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching her, his expression closed. “You’re going to do everything I tell you.”
“Yes.”
“Everything Connor tells you.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“I want you to make yourself come using your vibrator while I set up the laptop and text Connor.”
Paige closed her eyes and nodded. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to rid herself of some of the building ache. But she also wanted to keep herself splayed open, so he can see everything, all of her.
She reached for her vibrator. The one that twisted while it vibrated and had the extra special addition on it to stimulate her clit. She could climax in seconds when using this one. She never used it on herself in front of Grae or Connor. She’d only used it when she’d been alone.
She brushed it along her damp folds, letting the toy get slick, so it would penetrate her easily. The anticipation of knowing an orgasm was just seconds away made her toes curl and her body tremor. She pressed the buttons to turn on the vibration and slid the head of the toy to her entrance. Before she could slide it deep inside, Grae ripped his shirt over his head, tossed it on the dresser, and walked out.
The bulge in his jeans had been unmistakable. Paige smiled. Just as she slipped the purple vibrator inside her, he returned, laptop in his hands. She then pushed the buttons to make the toy twist.
He ignored her as he set the computer up on the dresser and made sure the camera captured the bed and what Paige was doing clearly.
Her hips lifted off of the mattress as the intense vibrations stimulated both inside and her clit at once. She let out a small cry as the combination of circling movement and the pulses of the toy brought her to the edge quickly.
His back was to her, but he said, “Don’t you dare come without telling me.”
She bit her bottom lip and let out a curse. “I’m coming, Grae. Fuck, I’m coming. Watch me.”
When he turned, the toy, as well as the thought of him and Connor watching, caused her whole body to explode.
She was a naughty exhibitionist, giving them a show. The image made her inner walls ripple even more intensely. She pulled out the vibrator, turned it off, and threw it to the other side of the bed. Her clit was too sensitive now to use it. She was ready for the real thing anyway.
“Connor, can you see your wife?” Grae asked.
Paige raised her gaze to the laptop screen.
Her husband was in some motel room, somewhere on the west coast, watching his wife about to get fucked by another man. “Yes. You’re beautiful when you come, baby,” he said. His Adam’s apple bounced as he swallowed hard.
“She’s already warmed up. Are you ready to watch me fuck her, Connor?” As Grae spoke, he removed the rest of his clothes until he stood at the edge of the bed completely naked, his erection thick and hard, pointing in Paige’s direction.
Connor didn’t answer him.
Grae turned his head slightly towards the camera. “Connor, what do you want your wife to do?”
“Anything. Everything.”
“Be more specific,” Grae demanded.
“I want… I want her to take you into her mouth. And then I want to watch you spank her until her ass is red and then fuck her so hard until she can’t take anymore... Goddamn, I wish I was there.”
“Just imagine if you were here, Connor, you could be spanking her ass and fucking her while she’s sucking me.”
A rush went through her at Grae’s words. When Connor said nothing, she glanced at the laptop. Connor’s eyes were closed and it looked as though he was fumbling with something off screen. Paige had no doubt what he was doing. She knew how turned on he became while watching her and Grae.
“Come here,” Grae said to her.
She scrambled to the end of the bed and sat on the edge.
Grae stepped closer, between her thighs, his cock a hair’s breadth from her lips. “You heard your husband.”
Paige circled the base of his erection with her fingers and squeezed as she licked the plump crown. She took him into her mouth and his hands buried in her hair. She tried to breathe calmly through her nose as he forced her head up and down his length.
She lifted her gaze as she worked him with her tongue and lips, sucking him hard and then lightly, varying her technique.
His dark eyes were hooded, his mouth a tight slash, a muscle in his jaw ticked. His fingers tightened against her scalp. “Is this what you wanted, Connor?” Grae asked, without looking towards the screen.
“Yes,” came Connor’s groan.
“You wanted to see me fuck your wife’s face?”
A strangled sound came from the laptop, but Paige didn’t bother to look. She couldn’t. Grae was now controlling the pace of her sucking. He controlled how deep she took him. He hit the back of her throat over and over as he pulled her head to meet his thrusting hips.
Paige struggled to relax her throat in an attempt to keep from gagging. But it was pointless. Paige slapped his thigh. She was tapping out.
Grae’s thrusts shallowed and he asked gruffly, “Have you had enough?” He stepped back to l
et her answer.
Except she didn’t, she only nodded as she caught her breath.
“Was that enough for you, Connor?”
Paige glanced at the computer again.
Connor’s face looked flushed and he nodded slowly.
Grae asked Connor, “Have you come yet?”
“Almost… No. Soon.”
“We’ll take care of that shortly. I promise. What do you want me to use to spank her? Belt, hand, paddle?”
We have a paddle?
And no fucking way on the belt.
“Just your hand,” Connor said.
Paige sighed in relief. Erotic spanking had always turned her on. But being turned on and being “punished” were two different things.
“Get on the bed, Paige. On your hands and knees.”
She hesitated and regarded his serious expression. Thoughts spun through her mind.
“Paige, get on the bed,” he commanded slowly, emphasizing each word. “I won’t hurt you.”
She closed her eyes for a split second. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him in that way. He wanted their sex play to be exciting, not a turn-off. As controlling and dominant as Grae was, he had never gone over the top with her. Or with Connor. There was a line he never crossed.
Grae pointed to the bed and Paige crawled to the center, facing the headboard on her hands and knees. Her body started to shake in anticipation of what was to come.
The bed sank behind her under his weight. She could feel the heat radiating off him. His body burned like a furnace next to her skin.
Being naked on all fours left her completely exposed to him. It took forever for him to touch her.
When he did, it was to drag a finger between her folds to check how wet she was. “Connor, you should feel how much she wants this. Don’t you, Paige?”
“Yes,” she said with a moan.
He spanked her pussy lightly and the surprise of the unexpected made her gasp. It also made her beg for more. His fingers slapping her sensitive mound was something she’d never experienced, but it shot lightning through her with each hard tap. “Oh my God,” Paige cried out.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question.
Sometimes she thought he knew her body better than she did. This was not the spanking she’d expected. “Yes. I love it.”
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