“Five-Oh-Nine,” Hope breathed, pointing down the hall to their right.
Grant secured her hand in his as they made their way down the hallway, Van trailing behind. Glancing back, she saw him several steps behind, his hands shoved into the front pockets of his slacks. His gaze was locked on her ass, swaying and jiggling slightly as she walked ahead of him, and she blushed, worry and self-consciousness clouding her thoughts briefly. Then her eyes dropped, and her mouth fell open when she saw the bulge at the fly of his slacks. She licked her lips and raised her eyes back to his, finding him staring at her with a feral, hungry look in those green depths. She reached her hand out behind her toward him, gesturing for him to take it.
He smirked at her, his blonde hair falling over his brow and she wanted to push it back with her fingers. He reached forward and clasped her hand as they made their way to her room.
Loathe to lose contact with either of them, she hurriedly snatched the keycard out of a hidden pocket in her dress and swiped it. The whirring of the lock as it disengaged was the only sound out in the deserted hallway except for their breathing.
Pushing the door open, she backed into it, followed closely by the two. As soon as the door clicked shut, Van’s hands were lost in her hair and hauling her against him, his mouth closing over hers voraciously. Grant stepped behind her and splayed his hands wide on her ass, cupping the heavy swell of each cheek as he lowered his mouth to the exposed skin at the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her fingers fisted in Van’s shirt, pulling him closer even as she ground her ass backward against Grant’s hands. His hands splayed wide, his fingers digging into the softness on the side of her hips, his thumbs in the plumpness of her ass as he pulled her back against him, grinding his cock against her. She moaned brokenly.
“Ohhh,” she breathed against Van’s mouth.
“Fuck, this ass,” Grant growled, his mouth leaving her neck and she felt him lean away, and she knew he was staring at her ass as it rested against his lap. He gave it a sharp slap and her entire body melted. “So fucking sexy.”
Van left her mouth, and she bit her lip, staring up at him through hooded eyes. His thumb rubbed along her lower lip. “I’m going to fuck this mouth, little one. Yes?”
She nodded, still gazing up at him. Her eyes fluttered closed when Grant ground himself against her ass again, his arm snaking around her middle to hold her closer. His voice was husky against her ear, and she felt his chest rumble against her back as he murmured, “You’re being such a good girl for us. I want this dress off and then I want you to sit on my face while you suck his cock.”
“Holy shit,” she panted, letting her head drop back against Grant’s chest. His other hand slid around her throat, closing over her jaw and turning her face toward his so he could kiss her.
He released her, stepping back far enough to find the zipper of the dress. Wasting no time, he lowered it, then peeled the dress off her upper body, shoving it over her wide hips until it fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked her heels off, sinking down several inches.
Van’s eyes traveled over her and she felt his appreciation as he took in her underwear. A black bustier corset bra pushed her tits up and cinched in her waist. A matching black thong covered just enough of her front to keep him from getting a full view of her pussy. The softness of her body was showcased now that the dress was off, the bustier bra pushing the squishiness of her middle down. She almost covered the bare skin of her stomach between the bottom of the bustier and her panties with her hands, but the look on Van’s face convinced her not to. He liked what he saw.
“Jesus your body should be illegal,” Van breathed, running the backs of his fingers along the exaggerated curves of her breast, waist, and hip in the bustier. “Do you see how fucking gorgeous she is, Grant?”
“Mmhmm. So fucking pretty,” Grant agreed from behind her, and a second later another sharp slap had been delivered to one of her ass cheeks and she moaned breathily. “Do you like that, baby girl? Do you like being spanked?”
“Oh fuck, yes,” Hope gasped, and he did it again, this time her knees buckling before she caught herself. Then she felt Grant’s fingers at her spine, flicking open the multiple clasps of her bustier until it fell to the floor, spilling her breasts. Lines from the tight corset marred her skin and Grant hummed in disapproval as he hooked his thumbs in her thong and shoved those down her thighs until she stepped out of them, too.
“As sexy as that thing is, I don’t like seeing your skin marked up, baby girl,” he breathed against the shell of her ear. “Unless it’s from us.”
He was gone then, and she heard the rustling of clothes behind her, and she watched as Van tugged the button-down shirt from the waistband of his slacks before tearing at the buttons. She was torn; her eyes flicking from one gorgeous man to the other. Two clinks of metal as belts were undone, the rasp of two zippers, and the rustling of clothes as they were shed were the only sounds she could hear above the pounding of her own heart.
Her eyes widened when they both stood naked in front of her. Van was long and thick, and she licked her lips at the thought of that in her mouth. And then she glanced at Grant, and she breathed out, “Oh fuck,” when she saw the impossibly thick cock he was working with. “You two are going to ruin my vagina. And the rest of me for anyone else.”
Grant chuckled and took her hand, leading her to the bed where he lowered himself to his back so that he lay diagonally across the bed. “Get up here, baby girl. I want my tongue in your pussy, now.”
Not needing to be told twice, she climbed up, straddling his big chest, and his massive hands dug into her ass again, hauling her up closer to his mouth. She cried out in panic as she lost her balance, but Van was there in front of her, catching her. She was acutely, painfully aware of every jiggly inch of her that was on full display for these two insanely hot men.
“Sit,” Van ordered, staring into her eyes. His hand smoothed over her hair before gripping the back of her head. “Sit down, Hope. He wants you to sit on his face.”
“But—” she protested, moaning at the bite of pain from Grant’s fingers as they dug into the thickest part of her thighs, urging her lower. She felt his breath on her pussy, and thenhis tongue as it slid along her wet opening. He groaned ferally beneath her, his arms banding around her thighs and forcing her to sit. His tongue delved into her and she shuddered, grinding herself against his mouth as he devoured her. “I don’t want to hurt—”
Pushing her up just enough to free his mouth, Grant grunted darkly, “You’re hovering. If I die between these thighs, I’ll die a happy man. Now sit, butterfly. I won’t tell you again.”
His hands were unforgiving as he forced her to lower herself over him again, until his lips and tongue were right where she wanted him the most. “Ohmygod,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Open your eyes, little one. Look at us,” Van said then, pulling her attention back to him and away from the heaven that she’d fallen into with Grant licking and sucking her clit like it was his last meal. “Good girl. Now bend over and open those pretty lips for me.”
She did as she was told, shifting and licking her lips in anticipation. “Please,” she moaned, even as Grant continued to fuck her senseless with his tongue. Van fisted her hair in his hand and she opened her mouth, greedily sucking him in as he pushed the broad head of his cock into her mouth. Her fingers found purchase, holding on for dear life as Van sank his full length into her, all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, tears streaming from her eyes, but she sucked greedily at him, taking him as far as she could with each thrust. Her entire body thrummed with need, and then—
Her mouth popped off Van’s cock with a stuttered moan as Grant’s tongue brought her to a body shaking orgasm; her thighs trembling violently on either side of his head. She sobbed, throwing her head back and panting desperately. She stared up at Van, his lips parted in awe and hunger as he watched her come apart.
The arms that were still banded around her thighs lifted her and then tossed her onto her back and she laughed breathlessly as she bounced on the bed. The laughter stopped when he followed, fitting his hips between her thighs. No man this large should move as lithely as he did. Van tossed a condom onto the bed beside them and Grant picked it up, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it onto his dick.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy until I come, and then I’m going to watch Van fuck you, baby girl,” he growled as he knelt between her thighs, draping them over his, his hands on her ass. “Open up for me.”
Spreading her thighs wider, her mouth dropped open in a soundless moan when he pushed inside her in one long, hard thrust. He stretched her wide and her back bowed off the bed as he bottomed out, grinding into her. His hands spanned over her ass and hips, fingers digging in roughly as he began to move. Her eyes sought Van, who was standing beside the bed, stroking his own cock as he watched them. Her orgasm was tightening her stomach as it barreled toward her, and she sobbed as it overtook her like a freight train.
