And just as electric to have Marco there, stroking himself and moaning, his eyes like another set of hands on our skin.
Where did my skin and Demir’s begin? His beard scraped my chin as he dragged himself down. He pushed me backward, and when I fell to the bed, he kissed along my stomach and drew his hands down my thighs.
I bucked my hips when he took my cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my length, and my muscles clenched with pleasure. I turned to Marco and started to fixate on his lips, and the way his tongue darted in and out of his mouth as he moaned and stared back at me.
“Grayson,” Marco moaned. “Demir.”
Fuck. He made our names so filthy.
I jerked my hips, and Demir growled as he sucked my cock, taking it all in his mouth. I lost myself in his warmth, thrusting down again and again, and felt an orgasm roaring up inside of me.
“Demir,” I groaned, pulling myself away before I tumbled over the edge. He gasped air, then crawled back onto me, taking me in another kiss.
I had felt so tired after dancing. My muscles ached, and my head was heavy on my shoulders from an emotionally exhausting evening. But now that I was back in their bed, I felt like pure energy was coursing through my body.
Not their bed, I realized.Our bed.
“I love you,” I gasped into Demir’s mouth. My heart skipped a beat. Then I pulled back to see his eye and said it again. “I love you, Demir.”
I turned to Marco. His eyes were wide, and his face was pained with desire. “I love you, Marco,” I said, crawling forward to take him in a kiss. “I love you both so much.”
We fell together, all three of us, and I lost myself in them. “I love you, Grayson,” Demir whispered in one ear. “I love you,” Marco whispered in the other. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Slowly, Demir and I managed to disentangle ourselves from Marco again. I pulled myself up on Demir’s chest and kissed at the scratchy hair on his neck. Without thinking, I pushed back on my hips and rode my ass down along his cock. His shaft pushed against my crease, and when his tip trailed over my hole, we both gasped.
My legs started to tremble. I heard Marco’s breath catch, and Demir’s hand gripped my thigh, holding me against him.
Warmth flooded my core, and I was overtaken by a strong desire to push down on his cock again and to take him inside of me. I wanted to feel his thick, veiny length stretching my ass, just like I knew he stretched Marco. I wanted my body to burn and ache to take him in, and then I wanted to ride every inch he gave me.
“Grayson,” Demir growled. I reached my hand back and wrapped it around his cock. I rubbed my thumb along the leaky tip and stroked precum down his length, and my hole clenched and quivered in response.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered against Demir’s neck, then turned to Marco. “Will you help me?”
Marco lunged forward, then crawled toward us, pulling himself across the bed like a cat. His eyes were lit with desire. “Oh sweetheart,” he said. “I know just what you need.”
DEMIR
Lying on his stomach and with his ass in the air, Grayson looked up to me. His lip quivered and his face was flush, but when I stroked the back of his head, his eyes relaxed, and he began to drift back into the pleasure.
Fuck. I want him so bad.
Marco planted kisses along Grayson’s backside, moving slowly toward his hole. Grayson’s ass was firm and round, with a shadow of fuzzy hairs, and as Marco took his cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart, I saw Grayson’s eyes drift back in his head.
“Just like that,” I encouraged him. “Just like that.”
Grayson moaned, and pushed his backside out, encouraging Marco. Out of nowhere, I remembered how much Marco enjoyed rimming. I figured out when I was young that I didn’t like to bottom, and Marco had happily crossed that particular activity off our list. But even though he didn’t like to top, he did get off on a long, slow rimming session.
Just like I got off on watching him warm a guy up for me.
I leaned back against the headboard, then played with my crown as I watched them. Grayson’s face contorted and twisted, and Marco stroked his long, pink length as he worked his tongue inside of Grayson, loosening him for me.
I almost chuckled to myself. All this time, I was worrying about making enough money to take care of Marco, then fretting that I wouldn’t be able to provide for our whole family. But who was I kidding?
My guys knew how to take care of each other and how to take care of me, too. They didn’t need me to provide anything—we just needed each other.
Grayson started to gasp, and I could imagine the way Marco was working his tongue past his rim, pushing through the tense muscles. I could smell both men, musky and sweet in the air, and my cock leaked another dribble down my shaft in response.
After what seemed like endless time watching the two men glisten and sweat together and edging myself closer and closer, Marco finally pulled back, his face as pink and flushed as Grayson’s. I pulled the guys close in my arms and stroked the back of Grayson’s head.
