The Satin Sash (25 page)

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Grey asked.

“Good, so good.” God, so very, very good.

“One more whimper out of you, Heath, and I think we’ll firmly establish who the girl is.”

And he was coming. This fucking Heathcliff while he worked his cock into Toni’s drenched sex seemed to undo him. He exploded with a muted sound that worked his mouth open, and Heath’s cum gushed into her as he bucked his hips. He hadn’t worn a condom, and she felt the warmth of him bathe her tissues and slide down the insides of her lips. Hovering on the brink, her womb bursting with tension, she saw Heath extract himself from her pussy and guide his still-hardened cock to stroke her clitoris. He circled the taut pebble with the slick-coated head, caressing both of them with their sexes and juice, and her orgasm took her with such power she came off the bed with a cry of bliss.

For minutes she lay in a tangle of limbs with Heath’s heavy body against hers, the sound of a faucet running filtering through her haze. Grey moved around the room in silence, until Heath looked over his shoulder.

“Aww, come on, don’t look so serious.We fucked. I don’t see a problem.”

“Heath, you’re really something—do you know that?”

“I do.” He pushed himself upright and slapped Grey’s shoulder. “Welcome to being bi. Embrace it, buddy.”

And then Grey came over, scooped her up like a limp, sexually sated doll, and carried her into the bathroom. She sighed when he set her into the tub, the warm water seeping into her muscles. She relaxed when he settled behind her, stretching his legs down the length of the tub.

“I am so blown away, I can’t stop thinking about it,” she murmured, gazing up at the bright light fixture and wiping her eyes with her hands.

Heath joined in on the other end of the tub, resting his head against the glossy ivory surface. His eyes were weighted and smoky as he gazed at her.

“You all right, Heath?” Grey asked after a moment.

“Dandy.You’re the best I’ve had, Grey.”

Grey released a quiet chuckle and began to massage her scalp with one hand and slide a sponge between her breasts with the other. She fitted her back to his front, tucking the back of her head under his chin with a dreamy sigh. “What are you doing?”

He lifted one leg and gently lathered her calves, the soft skin on the back of her knees.“Washing you diligently.” He was thorough, soaping every inch of that extended leg, dipping the sponge into the water to clean her inner thigh.“Can you get the toes for me, Heath?”

“I’m on it.” Heath propped her toes on his chest and traced the arch of her foot with his thumb, causing a tingle up her leg. He lathered his fingers and stroked in between each toe, the gentle pressure of his fingers relaxing her.

Even as she floated limply under their ministrations, heat pooled between her legs in such a way that she thought the water smelled more of her scent than shampoo and soap.

“Grey . . .”

He had leaned back in the tub and was absently stroking her stomach. “Hmm.”

“I want us not to get dressed. I want us to touch each other all afternoon and all night, and I want to come a thousand times.”

He chuckled, a lazy hand coming up to fondle a breast.“We can arrange that.”

“And I want you and Heath to play with each other.”

Heath’s smile was crooked.“Are we little toys for your pleasure?”

Grey followed a drop of water up her temple with his tongue, lapped it up, and under the water, he cradled her pussy in his hand. “Heath and I want to play with you.”

Her lips curved at the deliciously decadent thought. She pushed her pussy into his hand. “I can arrange that, too.”

After a silence, Grey ran a finger up the curve of her hips. “I used to play with airplanes in my bath when I was little. They couldn’t withstand the thunderstorm of the showerhead, and they’d crash and burn and sink deep into the ocean.”

She smiled.“So that’s what it takes to wreck your plane? A little rain?”

“Not the Citation X.”

She laughed, curling her arms around herself while her toes played with Heath’s stomach under the water. “I used to wash my dolls, and they’d squeak for weeks. Mom hated that.”

Toni waited for Heath to offer a story. He lifted one brow when he seemed to realize she expected one; then his other brow rose. “I didn’t have a tub. But if I’d had one, I’d have played with my wang.”

She splashed water into his face. “Heath!”

He laughed and wiped his face with one hand, then let his head drop. He propped her legs up on his chest, caressing the arches of her feet with his thumbs.

Her mind flickered with naughty images of licking their cocks together. She had images of Grey’s mouth being filled with Heath’s sex. She had vivid thoughts of Grey bending over, his face twisted as he was penetrated by Heath. She sighed. “I’m so horny.”

Grey’s fingers spread across the inside of her thighs. “So am I.”

“There’s not even an order that covers all the things I want to do between us.” She felt frantic, sick with need to have more sex with them, push their limits, push her own. She ought to be concerned, but shamefully, she wasn’t.

“Let’s get you dry first—and you can tell us about it in bed.”

Minutes later, she lay bare- assed, stomach down on the bed while the men dried themselves.When the phone rang,Toni dove across the pillows to snatch it up.

“Hi,Toni. May I speak to Grey?”

“Hey, Louisa. I thought he wasn’t working this weekend.” Quickly she noted it was five p.m. in Los Cabos, and much later in Chicago.

“It’s sort of an emergency. The Dallas construction has been halted, and we can’t find Mr. Solis.”

Toni held the phone up and away from her ear. “The Dallas construction has been halted, and they can’t find Heath.” Grey snatched it up with a none-too-pleasant frown.“Grey.”After listening, he gave a long put-out sigh.“We sent a message that Heathcliff wasn’t making it to Dallas until after Canada, and that’s next week. Send Parsons to look into it.”

Toni rolled onto her back and smiled at Heath.
Heathcliff,
she mouthed at him.

He made a face as he edged closer. She laughed, and he followed suit, but his laughter died when he propped his hands next to her head and stared broodingly at her mouth.

“Oh no. Don’t stop; it’s a nice laugh,” she encouraged.

The way he stared at her lips made her think he was memorizing every crease and dent in her mouth.“I’d rather shut up and hear yours,” he admitted.

She ran her index finger over his raspy, darkly shadowed jaw. “Heathcliff. I happen to like your name very much. I’ve been in love with Heathcliff ever since I read
Wuthering Heights
.” At his blank look, she effusively explained, “The passionate love affair, so dark and stormy and poignant. And a haunting.” She smiled when she got a reaction. “See, I can tell you liked the sound of that.”

“No. I liked your big, wide, scared eyes when you said
haunting
.”

His smile was holding, and Toni felt giddy at how beautiful it was. “Seriously, why don’t you use it? Your name?” she asked.

“Why don’t you use Antonia?”

She pulled a face, and he chuckled.

“Ahh, I pressed a button. Antonia.”

“Heathcliff.”

“Antonia.”

“Heathcliff.”

What began as play made their smiles fade, sensual awareness creeping over them. His eyes clouded as he bent his head. He gazed at her lips once more, then wet the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.“You’re very beautiful,Antonia.”A wet flick of his tongue caressed the other side of her lips. She opened her mouth, but he only breathed into her. “Has Grey spanked you?”

“Yes.”
Kiss me, Heath
.

“Tied you up?”

“Yes.”
Lick me up—oh, god, please kiss me.

He slipped his hand up her tummy. “Do you have little toys?” “Just a-a dildo.”

“What does he do with a dildo, Antonia?”

“I put it inside her.” She closed her eyes when Grey captured her arms above her head. Heath continued stroking her torso, his hand velvet, skimming up to her throat.

“He watches when he puts it inside you?”

Grey’s mouth was on her fingers, nipping the tips.“I watch her take it all the way into her sweet, wet little cunt, then come all over it.”

Heath studied her breasts. The nipples were wet and puckered tight, and he seemed to like watching them jolt when he brushed his thumbs across them. “He likes control, and you like to lose it?”

She squirmed. “Maybe
I
am going to torture you men for a change and—ooh, oh Heath!” Her hips rose when he buried his thumb inside her pussy.

“ Ooh, what, Antonia?” He withdrew to tease her clit with his index finger, his midnight eyes watching the folds spread and wet for him.The tendons in his neck worked as he swallowed.

“Ooh yes, ooh yes,” she said, moving to his hand.

“Not until you tell Grey what I did to you.”

“Grey.”

“What did he do to you,Toni?”

“I touched her on the horse.”

“Did you let him touch you on the horse,Toni?”

And Toni, burning, confessed, “A little.”

“Did you love it?”

“I . . . well . . . yes.”

“I’m thinking you probably want to spank her. I’d paddle this rear if she were mine,” Heath offered.

“And right you are, Heathcliff, right you are.”

She squealed when Grey flipped her around. “Am I getting spanked?” she cried.

“Were you naughty?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m going to have to smack your ass. Get over here.”

Biting back her smile, she let him set her across his lap, his desire stabbing into her abdomen. He smoothed his hand across the curve of her ass, his palm warm and dry.When he hesitated, she lifted her head, cocked it to the side, and kissed him.

“Give me that little tongue,” he growled.

When she pushed her tongue into his mouth, he suckled it with relish. No sooner had he let go of her mouth than a slap landed on her left cheek, making her stiffen. “That is for not waiting for me.” A second slap stung across her left cheek, tearing a squeal from her. “That is for letting him touch you.”

She heard one of Heath’s more cynical snorts.“You spank like a sissy, Grey. Oh, wait.You
are
a sissy.”

Grey chuckled against her nape, rubbing the places he’d abused. “I don’t want to hurt my baby.” He kissed each of her round cheeks. “This is my little baby and I need to take care of her.”

“For your information, I’m a big girl and I can definitely—oooh!”

He slapped her so hard she felt the sting in her clit; then he grabbed her wrists and yanked them up over her head, trapping them with one powerful hand as he shoved her flat on the bed.

“You want rough?”

A twinge of excitement skittered up her spine. “Yes.”

He scissored her legs open and stroked her entry. His cock rubbed every inch of her lips and every fierce pulse in him resonated between her thighs.The sensitive bead of her clitoris received delicious stimulation from the contact with the sheets.

“Heath’s been a bad boy,” he growled, nipping the small pearl earring at her ear. His breath burst out of him in hot, furious pants. “Now he gets to watch. Are you watching, Heathcliff?”

“I’m watching.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m in my hand, I’m so hard.”

“Good.You’re not getting any yet.” Grey screwed into her damp pussy, and when he started expertly circling his hips, she felt herself contract. Ready to come again, ready to explode.

He pushed her to the limit and then retracted, and when he growled, “Eat Heath’s cock,”Toni was thirsty to oblige.

Heath moved over and knelt before her. The next second he was ramming down to her throat. She struggled to take all of his hot flesh inside her, unaware that she was rubbing herself against the sheets until Grey continued pushing into her with fierce, hot jabs.

She whimpered in heat, clutching the sheets in her fists to hold herself in place, stomach and pelvis rubbing against the bed at his impacts. Her tongue traveled, flat and hungry, under Heath’s thick penis, then around the head. Her nerves quivered, her muscles contracted, and she felt herself get pulled inward, crammed tightly, impossibly tightly, in the very pit of her, and her orgasm crashed into her. . . .

“I got you.”

Grey’s arms enveloped her as she bucked in ecstasy, his weight coming on top of her as he continued to move inside her, riding her passion, prolonging her tremors, whispering dirty words about him, about her eating Heath.

Gasping for breath,Toni tipped her head back to Heath, and his eyes blazed as he watched her. Something wild flashed inside the pupils, primitive, thrilling and scary. Roughly, he pulled out of her mouth, fisted himself in his hand and pumped, angling his cock to her face, her lips, her mouth. His eyes were fevered.

His cum exploded across her face with one pull, blasting her skin with warmth. He spurted it across her lips, her chin, her cheeks and delivered several final, unbridled strokes, groaning a long, deep sound of contentment as he coated her with him.

Toni was still gasping from the shock when Grey tensed and released in her. In the aftermath, he propped himself up on his elbows to ease some of his weight off her as he rolled her over, smoothing one hand across her damp forehead.

“Look at this mess,” he said smilingly, but as his eyes coasted over her face, they became glazed, hungry. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”And then Grey bent, and his tongue began to lap at all of Heath that was on her
.

Chapter Ten

“Did I fall asleep?”

Toni canted her head back and blinked. Fading sunlight filtered through the window of Heath’s room, and she guessed she must have dozed off before dinner.That was
after
the men had cornered her in the hall, backed her into Heath’s room, hoisted her up on the bed, determinedly opened her legs, and lapped at her pussy in unison—alternating their thrusts into her. She had come three times, once while they both speared their tongues into her sex. Then she had watched them come against each other.