Micah ripped open the package with his mouth. Before he could put it on Grayson, Cruz stopped him.
“Not like that. Use your mouth, baby,” he told him.
Grayson closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Micah didn’t break eye contact with Grayson as he took him into his mouth and sucked.
“That fucking mouth,” Grayson growled.
Micah pulled back out, then kissed Grayson’s pelvis, up to his abs, and then finally put the condom on. After he did that, he kissed his way up Grayson’s body until he found his lips.
My moan made Cruz chuckle. “Feeling needy, princess?”
“Please,” I begged no one in particular.
Cruz lifted me with ease while he guided me with his other hand so I could stroke Grayson with his guidance.
Grayson pulled away from Micah’s mouth so he could see what I was doing. His eyes widened when he realized that Cruz was guiding me in stroking him. He wasn’t touching him directly, but he was still in charge of how to pleasure him best. He looked at me and then at Cruz, and he groaned into Micah’s mouth.
Cruz easily lifted my hips and eased me down onto Grayson’s cock.
“How good does she feel?” Cruz asked in a husky tone.
“So fucking good,” he replied.
He used one hand and pulled Micah back down to kiss him, causing Micah to moan. The other hand came to my waist, and then he lifted me up and began to fuck me.
“Omigod,” I sobbed.
Cruz kept on kissing my nape, whispering dirty little things in my ear as both his hands kneaded and cupped my breasts.
“Fuck,” Grayson bit out mid-thrust.
“Feel so full,” I whimpered, making all three of them groan.
Cruz let go of one of my breasts and instead brought his hand down until he reached between my legs. He touched the spot where Grayson and I joined.
“You’re so wet, princess,” he whispered in my ear. “I bet he feels so fucking good.”
I started getting closer to coming as he began playing with my clit. Just before I could come, he stopped. He tilted my head back and kissed me on the mouth.
He then pulled away and went to Micah.
“Poor baby,” Cruz mocked him as he rubbed him through his boxers where there was a wet spot. “So neglected.”
Micah pulled back from Grayson.
“Shit,” he hissed once Cruz pulled his boxers down and began to stroke him.
They all looked so hot. Since Cruz was no longer behind me, I put both of my hands on Grayson’s chest so I could ride him better.
“Oh fuck,” Micah moaned.
He lay down next to Grayson as Cruz leaned between Micah’s legs and, without breaking eye contact with Grayson, took him into his mouth.
“Fucking shit, Martinez, don’t you have a gag reflex?” Grayson marveled.
Overwhelmed.
