He sinks down to his knees at the foot of her bed, running his hands up her bare legs and thighs.
She moans softly, spreading them for him, keeping herself upright on her elbows.
His fingers hook around the sides of her panties, pulling them down her thighs slowly.
Dean moves then, crawling up onto the bed and coming around behind her.
He sits her up and gathers her into his lap, making sure to keep her legs spread for Grant.
His hand cups one of her breasts, the other sliding between her thighs to grab at the sensitive flesh.
She groans deeply, her hips bucking up right when Grant lowers his mouth down to taste her.
She grinds against his tongue, her head tilting back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. I watch them devour her—hungrily, greedily.
She trembles under their touch, her hand moving to fist the sheets next to her.
When she opens her eyes again, she finds mine.
“Cal…” she breathes, her voice a plea and it’s then that I know I’m done for.
She’s flipped over onto her stomach by the both of them as I shed my shirt and kick off my jeans.
Dean’s already ripping the button at the front of his jeans apart and shoving them down his thighs to get her mouth wrapped around him while Grant lifts away from her, his lips wet from her slick.
He steps back to tug his shirt over his head too, giving me the opportunity to round the bed.
I grip her hips, propping her up onto her knees and line myself up with her hot, wet core.
Sinking into her nearly makes my vision blur.
The room is a haze of heat and sound—her moans, our stuttered breaths, the soft creak of the bed as we move together.
My fingers tighten around her waist, my hips rocking forward, and I’m lost in her all over again.
Noelle’s eyes flick to Grant when he moves to the other side of the bed, her eyes dark with want.
She reaches for him, her hand wrapping around his cock as she pulls him closer and takes the blunt head of Dean’s cock into her mouth.
We move together, a rhythm that’s instinctive and primal.
Noelle’s body is a live wire, trembling between us, her skin flushed and glowing under the soft light of the bedside lamp.
My fingers, my cock buried deep inside her, and every nerve ending fires off with the feel of her heat wrapping tight around me.
She’s already grinding back into me, her walls twitching with each thrust.
I can tell she’s getting close, already tipping over the edge of her orgasm.
“Come for us,” I murmur to her.
She does, her body shattering.
Her walls clench around me, tight and unrelenting, a rhythm that pulls me under with her.
Her shudder is visceral, a full-body quake that ripples through her and against me, her moan raw and vibrating around Dean’s cock.
I spill into her, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
