Quinn’s mouth falls open in shock, and I think I might need to explain myself, but she snaps her head to the left, looking over her shoulder. That’s when I see Griff. He didn’t waste any time climbing up right behind her, and judging by the pungent smell of coconut oil in the air, I think he just slathered her ass with the stuff.
Quinn’s bloom of arousal covers the potent scent seconds later. Fuck, she’s excited. I try to ignore my throbbing dick and focus only on her. Lifting my head, I draw one of her nipples into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her tip. Her back immediately bows, and she ends up grinding her pussy against me. Griffin shifts, and Quinn’s heat leaves my lower stomach as her breast pops free from my lips. I let out a groan that’s half relief and half reluctance.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Quinn?” Griff whispers near her ear. She’s secured to his chest with an arm banded beneath her breasts. She shakes her head and bites her lip as her lids fall closed. Looking between her legs, I can see his finger moving, rimming her asshole. Her breath falters, and I know it’s because he sank a finger inside her. My dick pulses.
“You like that?” Griffin’s pheromones are thick in the air, and I almost answer for her.
Quinn lets out a breath and a husky, “Yes.”
After a few seconds, Quinn’s hips begin to roll, and I know she wants more. Griff takes her cues just as easily as I do and lowers her until she’s right above my dick. I fist myself as he guides her down, sinking her slowly onto me while keeping up the slow, steady rhythm of his finger fucking her ass.
She tightens her inner muscles the moment I invade her channel and strangles my dick so hard, my entire body locks up. I’m fucking helpless as Griff coos into her ear, telling her how sexy she is and how much he wants us both to be inside her. My dick is throbbing so badly, I’m sure she can feel every beat of my heart in her pussy.
Eventually she relaxes, and I slide all the way inside her. She collapses on my chest the moment Griff releases her from his hold. Quinn is so fucking wet, I can feel her dripping down my balls, that or Griff really went crazy with the lube. Either way, I’m clenching my teeth like a motherfucker to keep myself from spilling inside her.
Quinn and I are both still, but I can feel Griff moving within her, going a little deeper every few strokes. Her breath is choppy and rough, so I trail my fingers over her back and kiss her shoulder. My dick is begging for attention, but I fight through the urge to lift my hips.
Quinn lets out a deep moan, and her pussy contracts again. She’s close to coming, and I know I’m going to go off when she does—if I make it that long.
Quinn
I’m curled over Evan’s big, warm body, lying chest to chest. I have my hand up close to my mouth, fighting not to make too much noise and forcing myself to remember to breathe. Griffin is behind me, sliding his finger in and out of my ass, and every few strokes, he makes a circle, widening me, and I don’t know if I love it or hate it. I think it’s the former. He nudges at my opening with his dick, it’s softer, larger, while still using his finger to toy with me.
My breath stills again when he removes his finger and pushes the head of his dick against me. It feels even better than his finger, but there’s so much more pressure. I tighten up, and Evan moans, rocking his hips. I glance up and see his head thrown back. The cords in his neck are tense, and his face is locked in a grimace.
Griffin pushes in a little more, and I reach my hand back and slap it against his stomach. “Wait, wait, wait,” I beg. My inner muscles spasm. I can’t tell if I’m having an orgasm or trying to push him out. We all freeze.
“Do you want me to stop?” Griffin asks, and I curl my fingers in, making a fist over his lower stomach.
“No, just, is this okay for now? Not going any deeper?”
Griffin drapes his chest over my back, and his lips caress the shell of my ear. “Whatever you want, however you want.”
After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, Griffin pulls back a little, then barely rocks forward. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, and before I know it, I’m rocking along with him and taking Evan along for the ride.
Our mingled breaths and the sounds of our bodies moving together fills the room. An intense orgasm builds slowly, starting low in my stomach and cascading out until I reach my breaking point and come so hard, a yell of surrender leaves my lips. Evan locks his hands on my hips and grinds up into me.
Griffin’s movements grow quicker, but he keeps his promise of not going any deeper. His forehead is moving from left to right on my back as he kisses and nips me. Before long, he’s growling out his own orgasm. When he eventually pulls away from me, I feel cold and way too wet. So wet, I know I’ll need a shower.
I slide off of Evan but keep my leg hooked over his thigh. Even more cool air brushes against my skin, and I shiver. “Jesus, I need a hose and a towel.” I pant while trying to catch my breath.
Griffin curls around my back again, and his lips go to the side of my neck, brushing the tender skin there. “May I?” He licks a path all the way up behind my ear.
“Yes, of course. Why didn’t you when we were…?”
“I don’t want my venom influencing you,” he murmurs, still rubbing his lips against my skin.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I tell him and give him better access to what I’m coming to think of as his spot.
“If I would have bit you, you would have impaled yourself on my cock, pain be damned.” I tsk, but I don’t have anything else to say. He’s probably telling the truth.
As soon as he sinks his teeth into my neck, I moan loud enough to be happy we don’t have immediate neighbors.
Evan skates his hand down my body and cups my pussy. His palm is right against my clit. I ride his hand through Griffin’s bite and another orgasm. Any doubts I had as he warned me about letting him skewer me are gone. I think I lost a little muscle mass too, because I can barely move.
“Quinn,” Griffin calls softly after attending to my neck to seal the small wound. I hum a response. “Open up,” he orders, and I slit my eyes. “Not the baby blues, your lips.”
“What?” is all I get out before Griffin is kissing me, but there’s something in his mouth. Something warm and intoxicating that’s thick like honey. I swirl my tongue around as the flavor disappears, leaving me with only the taste of Griffin, which is amazing all on its own.
