“Fuck that’s so hot,” Grant grunted from across the room, and she opened her eyes, watching him as he stroked himself. Sometime during Van fucking her with his tongue, he had stripped his shirt off, because he sat bare chested, his pants lowered around his hips. It was sexy and wanton and so fucking hot watching him watch her, watching her and Van together. “Do it again, butterfly. Come on his face.”
Van raised his head, grinned at her, then returned to what he was doing between her thighs, this time sinking first one, then two fingers inside her.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, fisting her fingers in the sheet beneath her as his fingers found that spot deep inside, flicking it repeatedly. “Fuck. Oh Van, yes…”
“That’s a good girl,” Grant murmured, and she rolled her head to look at him again. Van’s lips closed around her clit at the same time that his fingers went deep. She bit her lip sharply to keep the moan building in her throat from escaping. Van pinched the inside of her thigh with the hand that wasstill wrapped around one thigh and she gasped, tearing her eyes away from Grant and to him, where he was staring at her from between her thighs. “He wants to hear you, baby girl. Don’t hold back. Let him know how good it feels.”
Van nodded, telling her without words that Grant was correct and she whispered breathlessly, “Oh my god. I’m never going to recover from the two of you, will I?”
Grant chuckled and Van hummed against her pussy, thrusting his fingers and drawing her closer to another mind-numbing orgasm. Her body started to shake and then she was falling over that edge again, exploding around Van’s fingers and against his tongue wildly.
While she continued to tremble from the force of her orgasm, Van crawled up her body, dropping kisses along every inch of her skin as he did so. When he reached her lips, he kissed her, sinking his tongue into her mouth and she blushed at tasting herself on his tongue.
And then he was gone, sitting back on his knees between her parted legs as he ran his hands over her body, every soft inch. His cock was hard between them and she reached for him, but he batted her hands away and smiled when she pouted. “This is about you, little one. We will play more later, but this is all you.”
He stretched over to the side, reaching into the bedside table, and procuring a condom that he swiftly tore open and rolled onto his length before kneeling between her thighs again. He lifted her hips, settling them against the tops of his thighs, so that her hips were off the mattress completely. His hands spanned her waist, fingers and thumbs digging into the soft flesh there.
“Van, please,” she whispered, writhing against him, trying to wriggle closer. He released one handhold on her hip, reaching down and guiding himself to her entrance, where he rubbed, drenching himself with the wetness there. And then she feltthe pressure as the broad head of his cock pressed against her opening. His hand returned to her other hip, both hands tightening in hold as he sank in, slowly, inch by inch. His thumb found her clit, circling it as he pressed in, going as deep as he could, rocking his hips in slow, shallow thrusts. Her hands found his forearms, holding tight as they both moaned together. God it felt so good.
With the strength of his arms and thighs, he bounced her hips against his, the angle driving him in so deep her toes curled. Throwing one arm over her head, she fisted the sheet in her fingers as he rocked into her, again and again, slow and deep and oh so good. His thumb continued to stroke and circle her clit until she was a writhing, panting mess. She was going to come again. Her chest heaved, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her cries becoming louder, longer, and more needy.
“Fuck yes,” Van panted from above her, his eyes sweeping over her hotly. His body was taut, strained, the muscles of his arms bunching thickly as he bounced her on his length. “Come on, little one. Come for me. You do it so good.”
“Yes, please—” she moaned low, her body spiraling into a free fall, and then she was coming, her inner walls convulsing around him as he pressed deep, and she sobbed with the intensity of it. “Ohhh, Van. Please. Grant—”
“I’m here, butterfly,” he grunted from her left. He was still in the chair, his fist pumping hard and then she watched as he came too, ropes of cum painting his abs and chest as he let out a guttural groan. “You come so pretty, baby girl.”
She trembled beneath Van, coming down from the high, and then Grant stood and picked up his discarded shirt off the floor, using it to wipe the mess he’d made on himself. She stared dazedly up at him as he stepped closer, bending low to kiss her hard and she arched upward into the kiss, his fingers sinkinginto her hair. And then he nodded to Van as he whispered, “I’ll be here when you’re done, butterfly. Let him take care of you.”
Tears stung her nose again, realizing that Grant was giving her and Van time for just the two of them, and then he walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Van lowered himself over her, sliding his arms beneath her body and holding the back of her neck and shoulders in his hands. Her fingers scrabbled at his waist, pulling him closer, and then this mouth was on hers, fiercely, hungrily. He never slowed the pumping of his hips, continuing to slide in and out of her, deeply, slowly.
“I love you,” Van panted as he broke the kiss, breathing the words against her mouth reverently. His fingers smoothed over her hair, bracketing her head on either side. They were as close as they could get, their hearts beating as one, pressed so close together. “I love you so much, Hope. I know it’s crazy. But I do. You don’t have to say it back—”
She sobbed brokenly, cupping his face with her hands as he continued to rock them together. “I love you, too.” Tears slid down her cheeks and into her hair and he sipped at them sweetly. “I love you, Van.”
“Fuck, little one,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to hers as his hips picked up pace, thrusting harder, deeper. Half delirious, her mouth fell open in a soundless chant ofyes yes yes, writhing beneath him as another orgasm barreled toward her. “Mine.”
She nodded frantically, staring into those emerald green-depths as she shattered. “Yours. Oh god—”
“Yes, fuck, Hope,” he groaned roughly, his hips hammering into hers, before they stuttered. “Christ, you fucking come so hard—"
“Van!” she cried sharply, coming harder than before, tucking her face into his neck to stifle the soul snatching scream that broke free of her throat. Her entire body convulsed, cominghard around him. He hammered into her once, twice more, then stilled as he came with a muffled shout, and she panted as she felt every pulse deep inside her.
He rolled them until she lay on top of him after removing the condom and tossing it aside. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the heavy cadence of his heart beneath her ear. His hands trailed up and down her nakedness, making her shiver, and she felt his smile against her temple where his mouth was pressed.
“I’m going to squash you,” she mumbled tiredly, twisting her head to press her lips against his chest in idle kisses.
His arms tightened around her, running his palms over every inch that he could reach. “Feels perfect to me.”
Propping her chin on his chest, she looked at him, her fingers sweeping lightly over his chest and shoulders. “I still can’t believe any of this is real. Part of me is waiting to wake up and find out that I haven’t actually found you… that this is all just a dream.”
“If it is a dream, then I hope we never wake up,” he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear, his green eyes searching hers adoringly. God she loved him. So much. “I’ll live in this dream with you forever.”
“This is crazy, right?” she whispered, staring at him in wonder. “This is all so much so fast…”
“Is it, though?” he asked, pulling the sheet up over them both. She shifted, straddling his hips with her legs on the mattress and pushing herself up slightly, so that she was balanced on her elbows on either side of him. “Because to me it feels like it’s always meant to be like this. We were meant to find you in Chicago. You were meant to be in our restaurant two nights ago.” He smoothed his hands over her hair, playing with it down her back, the act so innocent and intimate. “I don’t believethat we would have found you twice if it wasn’t meant to be just like this, Hope.”
“No one is going to understand…”
