He smiles at me reassuringly. “If you’re sure it can wait, then yeah.”
“It can,” I promise. Because, well, it can.
Kai slides his hands away from my pussy. “We can stop. Change things. Whatever you need.”
I huff. “What I want is for you to put your hand back where it was and keep doing what you were doing.”
That garners a chuckle from both of them, and I see Garrett is rolling on a condom. God, the way he stretched me last time… I once heard Quinn and her exclusive book club laughing at an author who had described the hero’s cock as the diameter of a soda can. It sounded extreme. While Garrett isn’t that girthy, he’s by far the thickest I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve got a better idea than my fingers,” Kai says. “I feel like what you need is Garrett’s cock.”
He encourages me to sit on Garrett’s lap, but this time, facing away from him.
“Just like that,” Kai says. “I think Garrett needs to see the view I had last time. Needs to see what his cock looks like when he fucks you.”
Garrett raises an eyebrow at Kai, and something sweet and tender flows between the two of them. I sometimes wonder if I’m here just so some of their mature and happy and loving relationship rubs off on me.
Together, they guide me down onto the sofa. The cushions are absurdly deep, and my knees sink into them. Garrett’s palm sits on my lower back. His other holds his cock to my opening.
“Fuck,” Garrett grunts. “I see what you mean. So fucking wet.”
He rubs the tip of his cock through the wetness and over my clit before lining up with my lips to push through them.
“Garrett,” I gasp.
Kai reaches for the hem of the T-shirt and pulls it over my head, but I don’t feel exposed.
I clasp my hands behind my head, close my eyes, and tilt my head up, focusing hard on the point we’re connected. The pressure is in the exact place I need it, almost more than I can handle.
It feels too good.
Kai kisses me as his thumbs brush over my nipples.
My body shivers. The kiss isn’t about urgency; it’s deep and grounding, his mouth warm. For the first time in my life, I’m fully present.
I’m just…here.
Garrett’s hand grips my hip tightly as he guides me to work him. An inch at a time. A tiny back-and-forth as I lubricate him.
I know they offered lubrication, but I’ve always naturally gotten very wet, and for me, lube can sometimes make it harder to come. Like, if there isn’t enough friction.
“The control it’s taking to not just fuck hard right into you,” Garrett says. “Watching your lips drag over my cock is something else. Want to see ‘em dripping with my cum.”
Kai smiles at me. “If he starts getting chatty, you know you’re doing something right.”
I can’t help but chuckle.
“God fucking help us,” Garrett says with a grunt, edging in farther. “She squeezes the fuck out of me when she laughs.”
The next time we move, I sink as low as I can. The need to let him fill me taking over from the care they want to show me.
“Ah,” I cry, but there’s no mistaking my tone of enjoyment.
I do it again, almost slipping off him before grinding down hard.
Three more strokes and I’m seated. Garrett is so deep, I can feel his pulse. When I lift, Garrett groans. “Should see the ring of cream around my cock.”
I glance over my shoulder to see him fixated on where we are joined. I feel his hand move between us, then see his thumb covered in me before he dips it into his mouth.
