Demir took a seat on the bed beside him. The two men pressed their foreheads together, and their hairy legs bumped against each other. I had to swallow down the desire that was pulsing through my body. Grayson was in the middle of a hard time, and even if he wanted affection, he wouldn’t want to do the kinds of things I was suddenly imagining him doing.
“Here,” he said, placing his hand against the mattress. “Come on, Marco.”
God, it was so easy to do what he wanted.
I joined them on the bed, and Grayson brushed his hand against my thigh. My cock was stiff against my abs as he kept dangling his hand there, tracing soft circles along my skin, across the towel, and back to my skin again.
I shuddered with pleasure. Demir caught my eye, holding me in his steely gaze, and Grayson’s fingers continued to tease me.
Thank everything holy for Demir’s eyes. Demir’s sinfully beautiful eyes. How many times had he held me like that, letting me know that everything was okay with just a glance?
Because as I stared back at him, all the chaos of the past few days crashed together inside of me.
The pure, aching desire of having Grayson in the loft, of wanting it to mean even more than it did.
The heartache at what he was going through and what Demir was reliving.
The frustration that I couldn’t just pause the world and have all the time I wanted with these two men.
But still, I held Demir’s eye, and I felt Grayson’s hand. With each breath, the noise went away, until all that was left was us.
And all I wanted to do was to give myself to them.
GRAYSON
I felt the urge in my chest, thumping at my ribs. It was a strong, fierce desire, powerful enough to force its way through all the gray sadness I had been lost in.
Marco was gorgeous, and the way he looked at Demir and me was like a drug. His eyes were so wide, trusting and optimistic, and his lips were just barely parted. I wanted to do so many things to him and bring his body so many places.
“Grayson,” Demir said, then brushed his finger along my chin. I turned to him and sat up the rest of the way.Do this with me,I thought, unable to actually say those words.
I placed my hand on Demir’s chest. I trailed my fingers through his hair and pressed against his pec. He took my chin again, this time with more strength, and brought my lips to his.
I pressed myself against Demir and pushed our towels aside. His cock was as stiff as mine was, and I felt his shaft pushing up and down my length as we kissed, slow and hard at the same time.
Demir and I pulled away from each other. I turned, and Marco was lying on his stomach, the peaches of his ass firm. My breath caught in my throat, and then I felt Demir’s hand on my back, bringing me forward.
My heart was in my throat as I traced my hand up Marco’s thigh.
“Have you been tested, Grayson?” he asked sweetly.
“You’re the only ones I’ve been with in years,” I said honestly. “You said something similar?”
“Just each other,” Demir agreed.
My heart kept thumping. I hesitated, unsure how to turn the desire I was feeling into action. Then Marco pushed his hand back between his legs, stretching his fingers behind his balls, and arched his back to tease the edge of his hole.
Pleasure flooded me, and I grabbed my cock between my fingers, riding the wave of desire and just looking at him.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Marco asked, still presenting himself to me.
“Yes,” I gasped, as Demir got beside me with the lube in his hand.
I’m ready to feel something new.
Before anything else could happen, Marco reached out. He pulled me into a long, slow kiss, tugging me down onto the bed with him and stroking my side while he purred into my mouth. We parted only for a breath before Demir was in there with us, all three of our bodies sweating and grinding together.
We pulled back, and Marco flipped back onto his stomach. “How do you like to top, Grayson?” he asked.
