Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(25)

That’s when she realized she was crying again. Sobbing.

Dammit.

Grant made Darryl move and stepped between her legs, folding his body over hers, his arms alongside hers, his fingers lacing through hers.

“Color, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

“Green, Sir,” she finally managed.

He squeezed her hands. “Good girl.” He pushed himself up and trailed kisses down her spine, across her flaming hot ass cheeks, and back up to the nape of her neck.

He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up. “Does someone want to suck my cock?”

“Yes, Sir! Please!”

He chuckled. “Such a good girl.” He rolled off her. She sat up to see him shoving his swim trunks down—finally! And yes, his cock looked every bit as nice as Darryl’s.

He sat at the head of the bed and spread his legs, crooking a finger at her. She scrambled up the bed and with a greedy moan swallowed his cock all the way to the root.

A low, rumbling moan escaped him as he gathered her hair in his hands and guided her. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said.

Darryl had followed her up to the bed. “See if you can get another one out of her while she does this,” Grant told Darryl. “Use that talented mouth of yours on her.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Darryl grabbed her hips, making her scoot her ass in the air. Then he turned and wiggled underneath her, pulling her * down onto his mouth.

Now it was her turn to moan again, which drew an answering one from Grant.

“I think I have a new favorite thing,” Grant said, sounding like he was closed to coming already. “Keep her moaning like that, D.”

When Darryl slipped one, and then a second finger into her *, she exploded again. Her moans must have triggered Grant, because his grip tightened on her head as he thrust into her mouth, his juices exploding over her tongue. She swallowed every last drop, happy to do it, finally feeling free from the prison her grief had kept her captive in over the past two years.

Darryl sat up as Grant’s grip on her head loosened, his hands gently stroking her hair. She didn’t release his cock though, content to lie there and play with it with her tongue.

Grant patted the bed next to him. “Come here, D,” he hoarsely said.

Darryl moved, sitting next to Grant. Then Grant’s grip returned to her hair, easing her off his cock. He leaned in and kissed her, hard. “His turn, baby,” he said. “Make him come for me while I have a taste of that sweet *.”

He passed her over to Darryl, who took her by the hair as she eagerly went after his cock. Between her legs, Grant nudged her knees apart and then she felt his mouth on her.

Heaven…

Maybe she’d died and this was her reward?

She didn’t care.

All she knew was that there was nothing better than having these two men, worshipping their cocks while they drew pleasure out of her body she didn’t even think existed anymore.

Hadn’t existed for her, at least.

It took a few minutes, but Grant was able to coax another orgasm out of her. Darryl had managed to hold back his own climax until he felt her moaning hers out around his cock.

As she collapsed on Darryl, her head resting against his thigh, Grant crawled up the bed and snuggled against both of them, an arm draped around her.

“That’s a good start,” he said. “Give us both a couple of minutes to recharge, and we’ll go for round two.”

“Round two?” She laughed, tipping her head back to look at him.

That damned smirk. Yes, her throbbing clit, which she’d thought surely was down for the count, raised its hand and waved it in the air like it just didn’t care.

Then again, this wasn’t her first time with a Dom. She should have known better.

Grant gently poked Darryl’s arm. “Condom, lube, glove, that small acrylic paddle you don’t like, and an extra towel. You can do the honors.”

“Yes, Sir.” Like a shot, he was up and out of bed.

Grant stretched out on his back and rolled her on top of him, hand in her hair and kissing her again. His other hand settled on her still stinging ass. When she felt the end of the bed dip, Grant spread his legs, forcing hers wide apart.

That’s when she realized he was hard again.

He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto his cock, staring up into her eyes as she slowly settled onto his shaft. With her hands braced against his chest, she closed her eyes and softly moaned at the feel of him filling her.

Owning her.

“I’m not wasting any time, baby,” Grant said. “I told you, we’re not letting you get away if we have anything to say about it. I want you to know who you belong to now, so there’s not a single doubt in your mind.”

She wanted to start riding him but his hands clamped down onto her hips, forcing her to remain still. Behind her, Darryl stroked her ass.

“Warm her up a little with the paddle,” Grant ordered. “Gently. And do not whack me in the balls in the process.”

Darryl snickered. “Yes, Sir.” With a hand between her shoulders, he pushed her down onto Grant’s chest.

She had just enough time to feel a cool, smooth paddle pressed against her right ass cheek before Darryl smacked her with it, making her yip.

“Ooh, that was a good one,” Grant said. “Do it again.”