My vision blurs, my breath catching in a groan as I ride out the aftershocks, my hands gripping her hips to keep myself grounded.
The intensity of it leaves me reeling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, my cock still twitching inside her.
Dean’s next, his groan low and guttural as he pulls out of her mouth and flips her onto her back.
She lands on the bed with a soft gasp, her dark hair fanning out across the sheets.
Dean doesn’t hesitate, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands bracing her hips as he slips inside her.
The sight of it—his cock slick with the mix of my cum and her arousal disappearing into her heat sends a fresh pulse of heat through me, my body still humming from my own release.
Dean’s thrusts are steady, relentless, each one driving a sharp moan from Noelle’s lips.
His hips snap forward with a rhythm that’s both punishing and worshipful.
Her body arches beneath him, her hands clutching at the sheets, digging into the fabric as she meets his thrusts.
Noelle’s moans grow louder, more desperate, her body trembling as Dean pushes her toward another peak.
His teeth clench together, a low growl escaping him as he comes.
His fingers dig deep into her hips, leaving faint red impressions on her skin.
The force of his grip is possessive and bruising but she leans into it, her body responding with a shudder that tells me she’s as lost in this as he is.
His thrusts slow, his chest heaving as he rides out his release.
Dean pulls out slowly and cum spills from her immediately, a glistening trail that wets the sheets beneath her, pooling in a way that’s both intimate and obscene.
Grant moves then, his presence a quiet but commanding force.
He’s been watching, waiting, his eyes dark with want. He steps forward, his hands finding her ankles with a gentle but firm grip. He yanks her toward the edge of the bed in one smooth motion, the suddenness of it drawing a gasp from her lips.
Her body is pliant as he gathers her up into his arms and lifts her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, her thighs clamping tight as her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving faint crescent marks in his skin.
Grant’s hands slide under her thighs to support her weight and I can see the way his muscles flex as he holds her steady.
His cock, hard and heavy, brushes against her dripping entrance, the contact drawing a soft moan from her lips.
She’s slick, open, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. But the way she shifts in his arms, pressing herself closer, is a silent invitation.
He breaches her slowly, the head of his cock slipping past her entrance with a deliberate ease that makes her gasp, her head leaning forward to rest against his shoulder.
Grant’s jaw tightens, his eyes dark and focused as he eases into her inch by inch, letting her adjust to the stretch.
Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, her body trembling as she takes him, her hips rocking slightly to meet him.
Grant’s thrusts are slow at first, measured, but there’s a tension in his frame, a hunger that’s starting to break through that I can see plain as day.
He steps forward, his knee hitting the edge of the bed and using it to tip them both forward.
She stays locked around him, even when her back is pressed against the mattress.
My hand slides down her arm, finding hers and she grips me tightly, her fingers intertwining with mine as she holds on.
Grant’s pace quickens, his thrusts deeper now, and I can see the way Noelle’s body responds, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
Dean leans in, his fingers running through the ends of her hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
