Page 101 of The Triple Play

Denver’s reverent words, combined with Griffin’s gentle focus sends me slipping and falling into my release. It’s small, more of a quiver than anything, but enough.

Carefully, Griffin pulls the plug free and sets it aside before surging up, holding himself over me with one arm while grasping the back of my head with his other hand and kissing me deeply, lovingly.

“That was incredible, baby.” He kisses me again. “Thank you for trusting us with that.”

I reach a hand up to cup his jaw, my lips tipping up as I kiss him back. “I trust you with everything.”

A massive yawn takes over as soon as I’ve said that, and both men chuckle.

“I think we wore her out,” Denver teases, using his arm to shift me off his chest and onto the pillow in between the two of them.

“I’m not tired, besides we haven’t even—” Another yawn interrupts me. “Okay, maybe I’m a little tired. But it’s your fault.”

“That’s what I just said.” Denver grins, turning his head to look at me.

“No, not that.” I slap lightly at his chest. “I don’t sleep very well when you’re not here.”

My quiet admission renders them both silent for a long moment.

“Oh baby,” Griffin whispers. “I love you so damn much.”

“Me too, Pix,” Denver adds roughly. “So much.”

I nestle into his side, then reach behind me to pull Griffin in tighter. “Love you, too,” I murmur. “Can we celebrate more after a little nap?”

“Yeah. We can.” Griffin’s lips press to the back of my head. “We’ve got our whole lives to celebrate.”

I wake up some time later, sandwiched between two walls of hot muscled man. Just the way I want to wake up every morning. I snuggle into Denver’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths under my cheek. My hand slides down his abs almost absentmindedly, until I feel him rumble.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” he says in a voice still rough with sleep. I lift my head to see him blinking bleary eyes at me, his lips curved upward.

In answer, I push the blanket down to his waist and go up onto all fours, moving between his legs.

“How about like this?” I purr before sucking him into my mouth, keeping my teeth away from his piercing.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, tangling his hand in my hair.

“Huh?” Griffin makes a tired noise, sitting up with a yawn. He takes in what’s happening, arching a brow as I smirk at him from where I’m sucking Denver’s cock. I wiggle my ass, hoping he gets the message.

“You want to play some more, baby?” he asks, running his hand down the length of my spine before lightly slapping my ass.

I release Denver’s cock and shake my head. “Not that. I want you inside of me.” I dip my head back down and swirl my tongue around the tip before sliding it up and down the length of his piercing.

“Ah fuck, do that again,” he grunts, tugging on my hair. I comply, and he curses again.

I sense Griffin moving, then feel his knees dip onto the bed behind me. His lips pepper soft kisses along my spine as his fingers knead my hips. I reach back and grab his hand, pulling it around to my front. He chuckles but does exactly what I hoped he would and starts to tease my clit.

“I’m not gonna last forever, dude, so hurry the fuck up and put it in her,” Denver says in a rush. “Her mouth feels too damn good.”

From behind me, the blunt tip of Griffin’s cock nudges at my entrance. I push back slightly, taking him inside. He lets out a low chuckle. “I’ve got you, baby.”

He pushes in farther, but still not all the way. Then he pulls back and I’m squeezing him so tightly, the motion pulls me off Denver’s cock. I gasp, panting as I lift up onto my hands and look back at Griffin with glazed eyes.

“More.”

He shakes his head with a merciless smirk, and slides forward again, still agonizingly slow.

Denver moves onto his knees, bringing his cock perfectly in line with my mouth. “He’ll fuck you once you have my cock in your mouth, Pixie girl.”