Chapter Twenty-Two
Marco
Back at the loft and maybe a little tipsy on champagne, the night felt special, and I knew I’d remember it for a long time. Snuffed-out candles littered the tables, a half-drunk bottle of champagne waited on the counter, and Grayson was coming home to stay.
“You two wait here,” I said, winking at Grayson and Demir. “I’ll be right back.”
I stepped into the bedroom, then found the remote for the stereo and put on some light music. I took a second to fuss around and to light a few of the candles, then slid out of my clothes and slipped into a pair of tight red bikini briefs that hugged my ass just right.
I leaned over the dresser and studied myself in the vanity, making sure my lashes were still long with mascara and my cheeks still glowing. I flexed my arms above my head and struck a pose, then went back to getting the room ready.
Desire stirred at my core. I remembered what it felt like when Grayson drove himself into me while I wrapped my lips in a seal around Demir’s cock.
God, those men could play me like an instrument. And I knew that over many years, they were going to take me places I’d never even imagined. My cock stirred in the thin, red cotton of the briefs, and it felt like their hands were already on me.
But that wasn’t what I wanted tonight. Tonight, I wanted to feel in my own hands whatever burned between them. I wanted them to crash together, and I wanted to get swept away in the wave.
I wanted to taste their love, like I tasted their sweat on my lips.
And I wanted to know that they would remember that night forever.
I pulled open the door. “All right, boys!” I called softly. “Ready for you!”
I scurried back to the bed. Then Demir and Marco came to the doorway. The top few buttons of Demir’s shirt were undone, and from how pink and puffy Grayson’s lips were, I could tell he’d been paying some attention to Demir’s beard.
“Damn, babe,” Demir said, crossing the room to join me on the bed. He traced his hand up my thigh, slowly inching it closer to my cock. “Looking good.”
I turned to Grayson, whose eyes were directly on my tight briefs. I stretched my legs out, then pointed my toes. “You like?”
Grayson bit down on his lip, then groaned. “Fuck yeah, I like.”
He came to the bed, and I pulled him down with us. I took my time kissing my men, moaning back and forth between them and removing their clothes, one item at a time. The longer I took, the hungrier I got and the more I needed to explore every inch of their skin. I buried my face in Demir’s armpit, huffing his scent, and then drew my tongue up Grayson’s side, finally licking his armpit and making him groan like he was riding an orgasm. I pawed them and kissed them, and when they were good and naked and hard, I pulled them together in a long, slow kiss.
“Fuck,” Demir groaned. His fist was around his cock, and his other hand gripped my ass. “You’re something else tonight, babe.”
Grayson’s hair was mussed, and his lips were pink as he leaned against Demir. “You’re going to give me an underwear fetish, wearing things like that.”
I rolled over onto my stomach, then wiggled my butt in the air. “Sounds like a challenge.”
Grayson laughed, and his pink cheeks turned up in dimples. He and Demir both reached out to me at the same time, gesturing to pull me back in, but I shook my head quickly.
“Let me watch for a bit. Is that okay?”
Demir and Grayson looked to each other, then nodded. “Sure,” Grayson said. “Whatever you want.”
Just this, I thought to myself.Always this.
GRAYSON
A part of me was so ready to throw Marco down and start working him with my hand, it almost hurt to pull away. But I guess that was one benefit of being in a relationship with two men.
There was always at least one boyfriend ready to play.
Demir and I turned to each other. He rose up on his knees, and I rose up in front of him. Our lips collided, and he gripped the hair on the back of my head, holding me in his embrace.
I leaned close and felt our chests rub together. His nipples were hard nubs, and when I pressed my palm against his chest, his fingers sunk into my hips. We kept grinding together, and my cock pulsed hot and thick against his veiny shaft.
God.It felt so good to be with him. To smell him in the air, like something oaky and burnt. To feel his hands on my muscles the same as I gripped his arms, and squeezed his thighs, and manhandled his chest.
