Authors: Red Garnier
The Satin Sash (14 page)
She smiled breathlessly up at him. “How is ‘this’?”
He was sober, his face tight with heat. “Dewy-eyed, aroused, a little scared. It makes me want to hold you, and it makes me want to spread you open for me.”
She smoothed a strand of hair back from his forehead, flooded with love for him. “Do both.”
His skin glistened, light from the setting sun giving it a bronze hue as he bent over her and touched lightly between her legs. “I’ll spread you open.” He skated two fingers across the glossy pink mound between her legs. “I’ll make you come for me.” He nipped her shoulder, his cock brushing against her thigh. “I’ll hold you all night if you let me.”
He was saying all kinds of sweet things she’d never heard before, like wanting to hold her, and it made her a little emotional. Her lust raged, and the combination weakened her, had her nerves quivering.
Grey adjusted her to her side, aligning himself behind her as Heath plopped down on the bed, his eyes glimmering as he reached for her hand.
He raised it to his mouth and licked the center of her palm, swirling his tongue around. She’d never realized she had so many nerves there. At each moist swipe of that tongue, her pussy quivered, her breasts, her toes.
Once he was finished, he lowered her arm and forced her fingers around the long, veiny length of him. His pulse beat in her fist, his cock too long to completely hold even with both hands. He was as big as Grey. A trickle of bone-white liquid rose to the slit, gathering at the tip like a milky raindrop. Toni greedily licked her lips, scooting over to kneel between his thighs.
Heath’s hand came to the back of her head, urging her down on him. She could barely decipher his dark, smoky words.
“All of it, kitten.”
In answer, she lapped at that juicy cock, adjusting her back so Grey could move behind her and cup and touch her ass as he liked. She wanted his touch, needed it.When his hand stroked the curve of one supple cheek, she moaned appreciatively.
She dove for Heath’s flesh, taking the entire stalk, until the tumescent head met the back of her throat. Grunting, he rolled his hips, watching her pleasure him, taking in the visual in with his eyes. The slide of her lips up and down the glistening column, her hand fastening around the base, her free hand sweeping out to stroke the heavy sac gathered so closely to his body.
Gray stole a hand between her ass cheeks, sliding two fingers up the wet cleft to find her throbbing clit and give it a circle. “Just seeing you with your mouth full has me dripping.”
His words poured over her like lava, stirring up her blood, inflaming her senses.
Trembling, she parted her knees farther, opening up to him, his touch, his love. Grey nuzzled her cheeks as he fondled her, the scrape of his whiskers burning her skin. “So soaked, darling.”
“Grey,” she gasped.
“Oh, fuck, I want you.”
He buried his mouth in her pussy from behind and lapped all the way up to her clit, then stabbed inside her waiting vagina. Pleasure shot through her. His mouth worked her, tongue lapping and sipping up her musky cream before he sunk two fingers right in. He swirled them inside her, seeking, caressing, pushing her to the edge.
Delirious with sensation, she rocked her body back and forth, her nostrils flaring wide as she hauled in air while Heath’s immense penis crammed her mouth. She extended her tongue to lave every steely inch, inhumanly aware of every twitch of his cock, every flex in his taut abdomen.
A tiny spurt of cream dripped to her tongue, tasting of salt and milk, and she wanted more, wanted his cum gushing in her mouth, tumbling down her throat.
She heard his voice then, dense but carrying a note of helplessness. “Toni.” It did things to her, the way he said her name.
She worked him faster as Grey continued toying with her pussy, twisting those two fingers inside.All the way in. Screwing them in.
Heath grabbed a fistful of hair.
“Toni.”
He started pumping into her mouth with fast, erratic jabs. “Are you going to eat me, Toni?” he demanded. “Do you swallow,Toni?”
“Toni.”
He started pumping into her mouth with fast, erratic jabs. “Are you going to eat me, Toni?” he demanded. “Do you swallow,Toni?”
The mattress screeched as he stabbed her mouth again and again, his neck straining, his entire face twisted with pleasure. Oh, god. He was perfect. Reckless and powerful and out of control.
She reached between his splayed legs and grazed her thumbs across the hair-roughened sac of his balls. He flung his head back. “Fuck, that mouth does wonders,Toni.”
The heavy rod slid in and out of her mouth. Grey grabbed her hips and fitted himself to her entrance as Heath grunted, groaned, thrashed on the bed. “Eat me up,Toni.
Eat me up
—” His desperate words turned to a gravelly groan as his cock jerked inside her, a spurt of warmed, spicy cream sluicing into her mouth.
Eat me up
—” His desperate words turned to a gravelly groan as his cock jerked inside her, a spurt of warmed, spicy cream sluicing into her mouth.
He convulsed so powerfully, a tremble of her own jolted through her. Feverishly she drank the rich liquid, but it was so much that some of him trickled out the corner of her lips. Her own orgasm felt poised in her clit and she knew if she touched herself just lightly, she would burst. But instead her hands were on his thighs, feeling those contracted muscles loosen as he went lax.
And Grey roared and stabbed inside, long and fat and rabid for her, fucking right there where she was wet and open. She screamed. Her pussy rippled, clamping onto the scalding length that stroked her insides. The fronts of his thighs were flush against the backs of hers, his body draped over hers like a blanket of fire.
A sensory overload threatened to assail her. She began to tremble, sizzling shivers running all over her.The musk of Heath’s feverish skin, his shaft—still fully erect against her chin and neck—most of all the animal vibrations rumbling up his throat as he watched.
Rapture gripped her as Grey stabbed her with a teeth-jarring thrust and hissed, “Touch your little pussy for me.” She exploded. Grey clamped her waist in his hands as her walls contracted around him, milking all nine inches of that raging cock.
With an expletive, he rammed his hips to hers, deepening his thrust, and let out a fiery groan while his large, magnificent body trembled against hers.
Seconds after the lingering tremors receded, Toni cradled Heath’s testicles in her palms, tracing the head of his cock with her tongue.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered, licking more of the driblets of cum that seeped through the slit. He seized the back of her head and gently pulled her up until her face was a whisper from his.
His eyes positively burned.The blunt side of his thumb swiped across her lips, gathering his moisture. He dipped it into her mouth, smeared her tongue with the flavor of him. She purred with hunger, and he rasped, “Fuck me,Toni Kearny. Fuck me until we can’t breathe, until we pass out, until there’s not a drop left in my body.”
The words—dirty words spoken with fervid need and on such a poetic note—brought a sluggish smile to her lips. “A poet, are you, Heath?” she teased.
He gathered her in his big arms and rolled on top of her, setting her down on the length of the bed. His face lax with desire, he reached down and trailed two fingers across her wet pussy. “I want to come here.”
She trailed her fingers down his furrowed chest, so tempted to feel the little hairs there, caress the damp, glistening flesh underneath. “Yes.”
He adjusted her under his body, fleetingly glanced past his shoulder. “This all right with you, Grey?”
A second passed.Then the sound of a foil slapping flesh. “Use a goddamned rubber.”
Toni was well protected. She and Grey never used a condom, and it hadn’t occurred to her how necessary one was. Because Heath fucked a lot, and he fucked everyone; he loved fucking.
God.
God.
Heath eased his weight off her and Toni scrambled up to help him, wanting to touch his penis again, feel it against her fingers. He surrendered the foil quietly, his gaze tracking her moves, watching her slide the thumbs of both hands as she sheathed him. He touched her cheek in a tender gesture that surprised her.“Thank you.”
Swamped with an emotion she couldn’t place, she cupped his jaw in her hands and tilted her head up to his, but before their lips could touch he sank his face into her neck, giving her throat a blistering, openmouthed kiss—unlike any the area had known before.
She linked her hands behind his neck and took him down with her. She fell back on the pillows, her thighs parting as he lowered himself above her, long and excited.
He drew back to watch her, shielding her view with his broad shoulders so that all she saw when their sexes touched was Heath and those glowing black eyes, the straining shoulders, that rugged face. His shaft slid back and forth against her swollen nub. She squirmed anxiously when he did not enter, and he smiled.
“I know you want me. Here”—he pressed his head to her— “take this.” He eased into the slick sheath, and simultaneously they moaned. The deep slide of him inside her awakened all her inner nerves. He sank in deeper. Heavier than Grey, making deep, rumbling sounds that were different and arousing.
The bulbous head of him stretched her slowly, the steel column advancing inch by inch inside her. She burned with it, burned for more. The tissue was swollen, sensitive, ravaged by Grey but still dripping in moisture for Heath. She moaned in her throat and locked her ankles at his back, arching.
Grey was at her ear, sounding so aroused he made her flesh pebble. “You look gorgeous when you’re being fucked. The way your body moves. I could film you like this.” Her heart fluttered at his words. She reached out to touch him and he snatched her hand and brought it up to his mouth, nipping at her wrist with his lips.
That this was pleasing Grey made her so wet, so fevered.
Watch me, Grey. Watch me come; watch me love it.
Watch me, Grey. Watch me come; watch me love it.
But Grey wasn’t content to just watch. He pulled her arms back, pinioned them behind her head for the invasion of Heath. He nibbled her fingers while Heath slowly, lazily fucked her. Her breasts, so exposed in this position, bounced a little, and Heath watched them with glee, eyes glimmering.
Heath flattened his palms on her stomach, pushed up the mounds with the heels of his palms. His callused hands felt dry as paper, and her senses reeled at the new sensation of him squeezing, groping, kneading.
She responded eagerly with sounds that told him just how delicious she found his touch, most of all his licks. He licked her everywhere, using only his tongue—no lips, no nibbling—just licking, leaving a moist path all over her skin. He circled his hips, withdrew, and stayed out long enough for her to mewl in protest.
He impaled her again, and she tensed, a sound leaving her lips. Tendons in his neck strained against his throat as he plunged to the depths of her and withdrew.Then her hands were on the firm flesh of his ass cheeks, gripping the rigid muscle, urging him to go on.
He stroked so deep this time, triggering a wave of ripples in her pussy. His head fell back, his face clenched with passion. “Christ.”
She was there. So there. Lifting her hips up to him, dragging her nails up his back. “Come, Heath.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He surged up on his knees, slipped his arms under her and lifted her up in a taut, trembling arch until their upper bodies were flush. Grey’s hands came to her ass, a finger idly stroking the rosette as Heath held her against him with one unyielding arm. Heath inserted the blunt tip of his thumb between their bodies, feathered it up and down her clit.
Then a tentative fingertip pressed into the untouched dent at her back. And Grey huskily asked her, “You like this?”
Before she could answer, that long finger intruded into the tight passage, creating a peculiar, sweet, jolting pain. He slipped and slid the finger in unison to Heath’s huge cock, rocketing her pleasure to new heights. It undid her. Her orgasm wrenched through her, thrusting her into a tailspin of shudders, where all she could hold on to was Heath.
And he moved even slower, prolonging the earth-shattering tremors, sliding his hands up her back while she clung to his neck as he pumped. Then she felt him, just a bunched, controlled shudder, his arms flexing around her, his head burying in her hair with a muffled “
Fuck.
”
Fuck.
”
He jerked inside her, and her womb tightened around him. When his rocking stopped, they fell still. A blush crept over her.
He remained inside her. They were panting. The slick coat on their skin glued them together.Then his hands covered her cheeks, and he kissed her forehead almost reverently, as if in gratitude for receiving him.
She knew Grey was behind her, but she was embarrassed to turn around. She couldn’t look at Heath, either. He was
still
inside her.
still
inside her.
Face lowered, she pushed at his chest. He drew out reluctantly, helping her off the bed. Almost in a frenzy, she scanned the scattered clothing on the floor for her skirt.
Grey stood, and he was positively long and aroused. His voice was tinged with amusement.
“You’re blushing,Toni.”
She snatched her shirt up once she found it. “Am I?”
“Heath’s blushing, too.”
“Shut up, Grey,” Heath snapped.
He was also getting dressed. He plunged his head into his shirt, his neck crimson red. He got dressed so fast,Toni realized how sex must be to him, how quickly he always left afterward.
She couldn’t bear to look up at Grey and she did not know why.“I’m taking a shower,” she murmured, pushing a tangle of hair back.
Grey caught her wrist as she made to go, his eyes glowing like lightbulbs. “I have a better idea.”
Chapter Six
From the door of the vast, shelf- lined closet, Grey watched her slip on her zebra-print bikini, his eyes brimming with male appreciation. “I said skinny-dipping.”
Whirling around to fully face him, she let the thin straps of her bikini bottom slap against her hip bones. “And I said, dream on, lover.”
Leaning an elbow negligently against the doorjamb, with the barest smile threatening to appear, he said, “You skinny, we dip.”
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