Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(28)

Her clit throbbed as she anticipated his release. He didn’t disappoint her, his cock growing hotter, harder, just before he let out a soft groan and she tasted his cum filling her mouth.

She remained in place, gently licking and sucking even as his grip on her head relaxed and he started stroking her hair.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “My very good girl.”

Her heart ached in the good way, his words filling her soul, overflowing.

She’d give up everything to remain in this most perfect of moments, but he found her hand and gently tugged, wanting her back up in his arms.

He kissed her. “So f*cking good, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” Darryl mumbled. “What about me?”

“I thought you wanted to go back to sleep?” Grant said.

“Yeah, well, I did, before I watched that. Now I’m hard. And you said she could.”

Grant’s smile bore straight through her soul. “Then I guess my good girl better go take care of him, too, hmm?”

She smiled and rolled over on top of Darryl, laying a kiss on his lips. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, baby.” He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her again, his other hand dropping down to her ass and squeezing, hard, fingers digging into her flesh. “No regrets, I hope?”

“Only that I didn’t find you guys sooner,” she said.

At least Darryl’s sweet brown gaze looked a little less weary this morning than it had yesterday when she set eyes on him for the first time. As if some of the weight upon his soul had lifted.

She knew the feeling.

He guided her down to his cock and her eyes fell closed as she reveled in the subspace swirling around her again.

“Fuck,” Grant said. “That’s a gorgeous sight.” She was aware of him moving, sitting up, the mattress dipping behind her. Then he grabbed her hips and repositioned her, his fingers sliding between her legs. “Ooh, she’s wet.” One, two, then three fingers slowly started f*cking her while Darryl reached under her and started playing with her nipples.

She whimpered around Darryl’s cock, her need slamming into her.

This. The wonderful, sexy, wanton feeling of being wanted and desired.

After a couple of minutes, she was close, so damn close, but then Grant’s fingers disappeared, only to be replaced by his cock.

“Guess you have an effect on me, baby,” he hoarsely said as he slowly filled her *. “Get ready to be f*cked at both ends.”

With Darryl now pinching her nipples, and Grant reaching around her to find her clit, it only took seconds for her to explode. Once the men were sure she’d finished coming, Grant grabbed her hips and really started f*cking her, hard, driving her onto Darryl’s cock with every stroke.

Darryl held her head firmly in place and rocked his hips in time with Grant’s thrusts, his cock filling her mouth. All she could do was hang on and enjoy being used for their pleasure at that point.

And hell yeah, she enjoyed it.

The men came nearly at the same time, Darryl’s cum filling her mouth as Grant filled her * with his.

Holy hell, she was glad she was still on the pill.

As the three of them sort of collapsed into a tangled pile on the bed, Grant’s phone went off with a text message alert.

“Dammit.” He managed to keep his softening cock still embedded inside her as he stretched and reached for his phone, finally snagging it.

“Corey and Marcy are awake and thinking about breakfast,” he said with a snort after he read the text. He looked at them. “Well? Do you think we can quit f*cking long enough to grab showers and get downstairs?”

“Maybe,” Darryl said. He was now stroking her hair. She still held his soft cock in her mouth, her face pressed against his abs.

“Maybe,” she mumbled around his limp member, making both men laugh.

“I’ll tell them to give us about forty-five minutes.” Grant texted a reply. “We do need showers.” He set his phone aside, leaned in, and nipped her shoulder. “And I want to soap up every last inch of your body, sweetheart.”





Susie wasn’t sure three of them would fit in the shower, but they did. And they even managed to get out of the shower without having sex, although both men’s cocks were showing renewed signs of interest, and her clit had started throbbing again.

But before he let her get dressed, Grant bent her over the bed, took the paddle, and gave her several stingy whacks that got her all hot and bothered.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. “That’s so all during breakfast you can wiggle in your chair and feel the sting and know what’s waiting for you later.”

“You’re sneaky, Sir.”

“And your point is?”

“Stating the obvious,” Darryl joked.

Before they got dressed, Grant put Darryl’s day collar bracelet on him. Then he took hers and locked it around her right wrist. When he finished tightening the hex screw, he kissed her wrist.

“I’ll get you a day collar of my own for you to wear,” he said, “but if wearing this one is a comfort, you’re always allowed to wear it, too.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said. Today she didn’t want to cry anymore. She wanted to be happy, to enjoy this weekend, this new life. Thank god they lived locally, hell, just a short drive from her.