Page 24 of In Their Hearts
They made me feel good. I didn’t know what it would be like. What else am I missing out on? What will sex feel like?
“I know what you're thinking. You'll get to taste us soon. That's if you want to, but we won't say no.”
Man, he’s a mind reader, but I am curious. But their cocks? They can’t hide those bulges, and there's no way those are fitting in my mouth.
Clay groans, and I startle, almost forgetting about him, so lost in conversation with Grant.
He groans again as something hard hits my hip. Clay continues to press into me.
My eyes feel huge as I look at Grant.
Grant chuckles. “We probably need to wake him up. He might be dreaming about what he wanted to do to you last night.”
Oh. My. God.
The temperature is now scorching hot in here.
Grant leans towards me, brushing his hand lightly down my arm before reaching over to shake Clay.
“Hey, love, time to wake up.”
Clay groans this time in protest and tries to cuddle into my back more. He can't get any closer.
“The man does love his sleep, but I have another idea that will get him returning to reality with us.”
Grant does that smirk again; his face is a breath away from mine. Waiting.
I close the distance, meeting his lips, hoping that I read his intentions right. His moan of approval tells me I did.
This man has lips that were made for kissing. I can't hold back my moan when his tongue dives in, exploring my mouth. My mind is going blank again. I love this feeling.
Grant pulls me closer to him, threading his fingers in my hair and tilting my head to deepen our kiss. My hips move as that ache returns, and I feel his erection against my thigh.
Clay might be a little overprotective, but I'm not mad about where it has led me. I’m a little nervous and anxious, but damn. This feels so good.
I've denied myself for too long.
Now.
Now I want everything I've been holding back. Everything I didn't know, I was denying myself.
I had my reasons. Can I put my past behind me? Truly keep it in the past where it belongs?
“Jo…” Grant pants, pulling back from my lips. “Do you want a taste of Clay?”
“Yes," Grant gets up off the bed, and I'm momentarily confused, until he sits down next to Clay on the other side of the bed.
I roll over, facing the men. I hold in a laugh because how is he still sleeping?
Before I lean forward to kiss Clay, my movements are stopped when I hear wet sounds. I find Grant only to see him kissing Clay's cock.
Oh. Uh. Wow.
I'm stunned. Shocked honestly.
I gave my fiancé a couple of hand jobs, but that was as far as we went. It was messy. We were young and experimenting.
I really didn't even enjoy it, but watching Grant.
