“Why did you stop?” I ask in a whisper. Evan is still moving his hips, keeping up with the rhythm of my hand.
“I don’t want you bite drunk. I want you to want this, us,” he confesses, peering up at me. A slow grin tugs at the corners of my mouth.
“Griffin, I would have to be insane not to want this.” I try to make it sound light, but he bounces his gaze over my face as if he’s making sure I’m serious.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Griffin’s hand shift, but before I can look to see what he’s doing, Evan turns my face and steals my attention. With deliberate movements, he reaches back, grabs his shirt, and pulls it over his head, ducking out of the fabric and letting it fall to the floor.
My eyes eat up all the freshly revealed skin, and I wrap my fist around him a little harder since my attention slacked a bit. Evan’s chest is wide, covered in fine blond hair. I reach for him and run my fingers down his torso, feeling his strength as his muscles flex under my touch.
Griffin adjusts behind me, and I lean up a bit so I’m not crushing him beneath me. It gives me a good reason to lean forward and take Evan between my lips.
I meet his eyes as I curl my tongue around him, using the moisture from my mouth as lube to move my other hand up and down his dick. Evan’s expression doesn’t disappoint. His top teeth are biting into his bottom lip, and his gaze is locked on me as if I’m his sole purpose for being.
Griffin shifts again, this time to tug me backwards, and when my thighs hit his, I realize his pants are gone. I can feel his skin beneath mine. When I sink lower, his hardness is under me, thick and ready to fill me. He stills my hips when I wiggle a little.
Holy hell, we’re about to do this, I’m about to have a threesome. My heart skips a few beats and pounds hard to make up for the stutter. Griffin guides himself to my opening, and I hear him take a deep, rough breath. “I’m going to fuck you slowly until you make him come, then I’m going to take everything.” His words are a dark promise, and I know exactly what he means—he’s going to bite me while he’s still inside me. I shiver, and my insides clench at the thought. “Get to work.” Griffin smacks the side of my ass, and I jolt in surprise.
Evan hisses, “Knock it off, vampire.” At odds with his rough words, Evan cradles my cheek, sliding his fingers into my hair to gently encourage me to continue. The swat to my bottom stung, but it excited me too. All my sexual experiences have been fairly vanilla, and what’s happening now, even before the little crack, is exceeding everything I’ve done with my other boyfriends and dipping into the fantasy realm.
Griffin grips one of my hips and pulls me back while guiding himself inside me with his other hand. I moan around Evan’s dick as I sink onto Griffin. Evan pushes his hips forward and slides deeper into my mouth when it goes slack from Griffin’s invasion.
When I peek up at Evan, his jaw is taut, and his eyes are lidded. Noticing my gaze, he licks his bottom lip and strokes my face softly. My stomach does a little summersault, and it has nothing to do with lust, no, it’s his affection. I watch him for a few seconds longer then let my eyes fall closed. I’m not ready to deal with everything that’s happening right now and all of my emotions on top of it.
Griffin is deep inside me, but not moving at all. My legs are on the outside of his knees, so I can’t do much but roll my hips while I have my mouth and hands on Evan. I clench my inner muscles, trying to tempt Griffin into moving. He makes a satisfying hiss, and his grip on my hip tightens, but that’s all. I put more effort into working my mouth over Evan. My jaw is starting to ache a little, but the need between my legs is urging me on.
Evan’s head falls back, and he lets out a long groan. His mouth is open, but his shoulders and neck are almost rigid as he starts to push even deeper into my mouth. I slide my tongue along the underside of his dick, and he lets out an honest-to-God growl before he starts coming. I choke a little, completely unprepared. While I’ve given head many times, I don’t usually swallow. I even had a guy break up with me for it, but it wasn’t really a loss. I never even thought to tell Evan to warn me before he came. I don’t examine the whys right now, I just swallow quickly. The taste isn’t bad, not nearly as awful as my friends described. It’s a little salty, sure, but for me, it’s the texture. I can’t think about that much more, or I know I’ll embarrass myself and gag.
Evan bends down and kisses me roughly, sliding his tongue right into my mouth, surprising me again. His lips are hungry on mine, and if I didn’t know he just came, I would say he was ready again.
Griffin tugs at my shoulder, pulling me away from Evan and back against him. I shiver with pleasure. The shift allows him to go deeper, and this new angle, paired with his hand sliding down to my breast and the way Evan can’t take his eyes off me, almost has me panting.
“This is going to be quick,” Griffin warns. “As much as I want to spend days between your legs and at your vein, I want to do it at home, in our bed.” He nips me roughly on the side of my neck as if it’s my fault we’re here. I turn my head, ready to tell him I’m sure Evan can do the job if he’s not up for it, but my thoughts must register on my face, because Griffin gives me a full watt smile, then bands his arm over my chest as if he’s stopping me from getting up. In the next second, he pumps his hips up forcefully, and my protests die a quick death.
Griffin keeps his promise. After only a few hard thrusts, my insides are quaking and I’m on the edge of coming. I wouldn’t have thought he would be able to move much being in a chair with me on top of him, but hell if he doesn’t make it work.
I tip my head back, and it falls against his shoulder. His lips start to nuzzle me gently, even as he tightens his grip over my chest, making it so I have to work for every breath. My orgasm hits me hard and fast, and I grit my teeth to keep my moans low. The second my inner muscles spasm, Griffin strikes, sinking his teeth into me in the same place he already bit me. Before my first orgasm can end, it peaks again, and this time, I can’t hold my cry in.
I’m aware of everything and nothing. Every brush of his fingertips, every pull from my vein. Another hand, this one rougher with calloused skin, sweetly strokes trails down my chest, and I know it’s Evan, but nothing else matters in this moment. I open my eyes and realize at some point I want to be over Evan while Griffin is behind me. A flush rises in my cheeks at the thought, but the imagery is already in my head, planting seeds and blooming.
With tenderness, Griffin lifts his mouth and starts licking over the spot he just bit. He takes his time. I’m putty in his hands. My eyes fall closed, and I wish for the bed he was demanding. “Next time, sweetness,” Griffin mutters softly, and I realize I must have said it out loud.
All too soon, Griffin is sitting forward and propping me up also. Evan is picking up our clothes from the floor, my ruined bra dangling from his fingers. I click my tongue. “You owe me a new one, those aren’t cheap.” I point at his hand. I usually only splurge on the nice stuff when my mother gives me gift cards for Christmas and birthdays, and I have a feeling I won’t be seeing those any time soon.
Evan looks unrepentant as he walks over with my pants and shirt in his hand. “I’ll just hand over my card,” he tells me with a little grin.
I tut again and snatch my clothes from him. Before I can stand on my own two feet, Griffin tightens his arm around my waist and rises, taking me with him. My legs are actually a little wobbly when my feet finally touch the ground.
When I’m sliding my leg into my panties, the embarrassment hits. I can’t believe we just didthathere. I keep my eyes low and focus on dressing quickly. Evan lifts his head and spins to look at me abruptly as if he knows about my sudden shift in emotions.
In a single stride, he’s standing in front of me. “What just happened?” His dark eyes search my face.
“What do you mean?” I hedge.
Evan tilts his head, giving me a disappointed glare. It should be intimidating, but it’s not. However, I do find myself wanting to erase that expression from his face. I slide my shirt over my head, sans bra, to gather my thoughts for just a moment. “I’m not usually like that.” I point behind me as if the gesture can indicate what just took place. “I like sex as much as the next girl, but…never at work and…” I cross my fingers, pointing at both men, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid. Evan brushes his knuckles against the side of his face, and his stubble makes a scratching sound.
“What bothers you more?” Griffin queries, getting right to the point. His slacks are already done up, and he looks completely unruffled, while I’m sure I look like I’ve been well and truly sated.
I know the answer, but I’m afraid if I say it, they may think less of me, which is rather stupid considering they are the ones who approached me about being with both of them. I straighten my spine and meet their gazes. “We’re supposed to be working.”
