Page 82 of The Triple Play

I nod.

“Good. Then let’s go see if I can keep you distracted until he gets here.” He moves his hands to my shoulders and starts to push me backward, a warm glint of promise in his eyes.

We reach my bedroom, and he closes the door behind him, I assume to keep Trip out. I sit down on the edge of the bed and hold out my hand to him. He takes it, lifting it to his mouth to kiss it. But I’ve got something else in mind. Sliding off the bed, I drop to my knees. I reach for his belt and unbuckle his pants.

“Liv.” My name comes out raw, hot, and full of an emotion I don’t want to name.

Instead, I push down his pants and boxers, and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. His long cock is almost fully erect, bobbing in front of me. I glance upward through my eyelashes and lick my lips before wrapping my hand around his base, giving him a light squeeze.

“I thought I was gonna distract you,” he says in a hoarse voice.

“Mm-hmm.” I dip my head down and swirl my tongue around the crown of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum already beading there. Opening my mouth, I take him in. My eyes close. Griffin tangles his hands in my hair. He doesn’t push in any deeper, letting me control the depth and pace. That’s what Griffin does. Gives me control, while making me feel so safe and protected. So cared for. It makes me want so much more from him. More than I have any right wanting from either of them.

From both of them.

My movements falter, and I know Griffin senses it when he bends over, lifting me up to stand with his hands under my armpits. “You’re thinking too much, baby.” He peels my sweater off, over my head, and this time, he drops to his knees, making quick work of the button and zipper on my black pants. “I’m not doing a good enough job keeping you occupied. When I said distracted, I meant I want you out of your mind with pleasure.”

“Oh,” I gasp when he rips my pants down to my ankles and pushes me lightly, just enough so I fall back to sit on the bed. He peels my pants all the way off, tossing them behind him, then roughly pushes my legs apart.

His mouth is on my pussy, sucking my clit within a few seconds, and my hips lift off the bed at the sudden onslaught.

“Griffin!” I clutch at the bedspread underneath me. A ringing sound starts up in my ears, drowning out everything except the heat from his mouth, the pinch of the stretch from how wide he’s spread my legs, and the pressure of his hand on my stomach, pinning me in place.

I don’t hear Trip’s bark. I don’t hear the bedroom door open. I don’t hear Denver’s groan when he takes in the sight of Griffin eating me out.

I do feel the scratch of his moustache on my breast. And the calloused touch of his palm on the other.

“You’re here,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering open just as Griffin slowly pushes a finger inside of me.

“I’m here, Pix.” His voice is gravelly, low with his own need. I turn toward him, my hand tangling in his short hair, tugging him up to meet my lips with a kiss.

Griffin adds a second finger. Then a third.

“Look at you, beautiful girl. Does that feel good, having him destroy you with his tongue?” Denver whispers as he bites my earlobe. “He’s gonna fill you with his cock next, isn’t he? Then I’m gonna take you. Fuck, Pixie. You look so good.”

Distantly, I hear a keening sound that I realize is coming from me. The combination of Denver’s dirty talk and his rough hands toying with my breasts, and the wet heat of Griffin’s tongue with the steady thrust of his fingers, has me hurtling headfirst into an orgasm that I don’t know I’ll ever come back from.

But I do come back, to the gentle touch of Denver’s hands stroking my body. When my vision clears, I see Griffin standing at the foot of the bed. He’s completely naked now, his cock long and hard, the tip shining with precum. He brings a hand to the base, squeezing it as he stares down at me.

“Flip her over,” he instructs in a gruff voice. “She can suck your cock while I fuck her.”

An embarrassing whining noise sneaks past my lips at that idea.

“Oh, she likes that.” Denver smirks as he helps me roll over. I lift up onto my hands and knees and watch with wide eyes as he lifts his hips and pushes his sweats down. The piercing on his cock glints and I run my thumb over it, earning a muffled grunt from Denver.

From behind me, I feel the bed dip, and then Griffin’s large hands are gripping my hips. He leans forward, kissing my spine. “You ready, Liv?”

“Yes. God, yes,” I moan as he slides his rigid cock through my folds. I hear his deep chuckle, then feel him nudge at my entrance.

“Then suck Foxxy’s cock. Remind him how good you are with that mouth.”

He pushes in, stretching me and shifting me forward to Denver’s waiting body. I plant one hand on Denver’s stomach, feeling the ripple of his abs and the soft scratch of the trail of hairs that lead downward.

I wrap my lips around him and suck him in, mindful of the barbell. I press the flat of my tongue against it, hearing him groan my name. Griffin is still sliding in and out of my pussy, pressing in deeper every time. He slides one hand around my waist, pinching my clit and making me buck back into him.

I let out a low moan, the sound strangled by Denver’s cock.

“Jesus,” he grinds out that one word, tangling his hand in my hair. “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.”