The Satin Sash (24 page)

Laughing once more, she turned in Grey’s arms to regard him. “Does the idea disturb you?”

“Sex between guys?” He met Heath’s gaze over the top of her head, then admitted, “I’ve seen Heath with men. We had an orgy once.”

“Oh, really?” Toni gnawed at her lower lip, not quite successfully hiding her enlightened smile. “You
have
been around, Mr. Richards.”

Chuckling, he kissed the tip of her nose. “To hell and back, sweetheart.”

“And what did you think about . . . what you saw?”

“I think I wouldn’t want to be the unfortunate bastard on the bottom,” he said, pretty severely.

Her soft, quiet laugh faltered when her eyes snagged on his erection that was starting to swell for her. She wet her lower lip as her eyes lingered on the flesh exposed through the V of the zipper.

“And . . . the one on top?” she ventured, trailing a hand up his knee.

“Do you want us to get it on? Is that what you’re saying?”

She turned bright scarlet at his directness, and he knew right then that she did.Want it. A hell of a lot.

“Would you enjoy it?” she whispered.

He wasn’t entirely sure, but while he weighed the matter, he countered, “Would it be enjoyable to
you
?”

Her breasts pressed into his shirt at each of her rapid breaths. Just the thought of it seemed to have her verging on a climax. Grey had
never
seen that particular shade of red on her cheeks. “This is embarrassing,” she murmured under her breath.

He angled her face up and stared directly into her gaze.“I’m not sensitive.Tell me. Is this something you fantasize about?”

Her eyes flared wider with hopefulness, and the forest green around the pupils was the darkest he’d seen them. “Would you like to, Grey?” she asked, almost in a plea.

“Not without you,” he admitted. But with her it was anything, everything, anywhere, anytime.

“But . . . with me?”

A little arrogantly, he signaled down at the thickening flesh rising up against his abdomen, the head stretching, the veins filling darkly. “This cock is yours. If you play with me and if you touch me, then tell me where it goes. Do you want me in your mouth? In your pussy? Where do you want me? Do you want me to push it into Heath’s mouth? Maybe he’ll stop breathing if I push hard enough.”

Heath chuckled, watching their exchange with eyes that were alight with interest. “Grey, your sadistic side is very amusing.”

“I own you?”Toni baited, dragging a fingertip around the sensitive folds that circled the crown.

“I’m yours,” he agreed.

She pulled the zipper farther aside, edged it under his balls. “Every inch of you.”

“Every inch.”

“These nine inches of the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen?” she continued, and folded her right fist around the middle of the stalk.

“All yours.”

He was thrumming for her caresses, his blood boiling as it coursed through his veins. “So if I tease you,” she began, fluttering her hand up and around his cock in a way that had his teeth clenching, “you and Heath would have some fun . . . with me?”

“If Heath’s a good boy.” When Heath inched closer, an arm stretched out with purpose, Grey barked, “Wait up, asshole. We haven’t decided.”

Heath engulfed her in his arms, shifting so he stood behind her. “Bah, discuss, discuss. Do I get to vote?” he asked her.

“Yes!” she said.

Heath’s hand came down and in a clean, easy stroke, he ran his fist up Grey’s erection. Grey sent his arm flying.“You touch me before I say so and your teeth are going to collide with my knuckles. We’re discussing here.” He spread his legs wider apart, then grabbed the base of his cock. “This fine apparatus is Toni’s.”

She shot Heath a crooked smile. “Maybe I’ll share.” At Grey’s scowling look, she laughed. “I’ll share all of him you want, Heath.”

“Nobody wants Grey—he’s a wuss.” His hands delved under the hem of her shirt and Grey watched him massage her delectable cheeks. “It’s your little dent here I’m craving, kitten.” He nipped her earlobe. “I promise you you’d love it.”

“You’re not getting that this weekend. I’m not kidding,” Grey warned.

“Look at her.Toni’s all squirmy and blushy.” Heath sampled the spot behind her ear as he reached out to palm Grey’s crotch.“Don’t even pretend this isn’t turning you on, Richards, ’cause I’ve got cum all over my hand to prove it.” He brushed up nice and swift, and Grey’s cock jerked. “Your dick wants my hand. It likes my stroke just fine.”

“Then shut up and let me enjoy.”

Grey closed his eyes, aware and aroused that Toni watched him. As his dick expanded in Heath’s hand and those big fingers slid down to stroke his sac, Grey considered what it would take to push his dick into Heath’s mouth. Not very much, actually. He could ram Heath’s face down into his hips and order him to eat him, then sit Toni over his face and have her sluice her juice all over his mouth as she came.

“I know it turns you on,” Heath murmured to Toni as he slid a finger under Grey’s nuts and stroked into his seat. “You want Grey on all fours, don’t you? Do you want him to be the woman?”

“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
possessed
, period. She was awash with sensations, with pleasure, with the sheer carnality of what they were doing.