“Oh god, I love you,” Grayson moaned, his ass still clenching and tugging, taking every drop I gave him. “I love you both.”
We fell forward, all three of us collapsing together in a pile. I was still inside of Grayson, the warm, tight feeling too good to let up. I wanted to stay there as long as he wanted to feel me, to make the moment last as long as possible.
Finally, between panting breath and trembling aftershocks, Grayson turned, greeting me with a kiss and then Marco. His eyes were wild, his hair sticking in every direction, and I swear to god, he’d never looked so fucking hot.
“That was amazing,” he whispered.
“Yeah it was,” I agreed. “You feeling good? You need anything?”
Grayson pushed his hand down along his cock, and his whole body trembled.
“Marco,” he breathed, fire dancing in his eyes.
“Grayson?” Marco asked, his lips puffy and pink as he tilted his head to the side.
A grin filled Grayson’s face, something hungry, almost greedy. “Can’t wear those sexy briefs,” he breathed, “and not get what you deserve.”
Marco’s face was everything, surprise and delight and need all rolled up together, all of it splayed across his expression. My chest thumped, strong even in the haze that followed our release.
That’s right, I thought.My men take care of each other.
Grayson crawled up on his knees. His cock was heavy between his legs, and the shadows of the candles flickered across his glistening skin.
“I want it,” Marco purred, turning on his side. “Give it to me.”
“We’ll give it to you, beautiful,” Grayson answered.
Which is exactly what we did, right up until the sun rose and the next day began.
